Author: Sterling
Title: Spreading Genes In Tight Spaces
Description: A spaceship is going to colonize a new planet.
Towards the end of the trip, a major goal is increasing the
colonist population rapidly. To conserve resources, people spend
most of their time asleep, often awakening just long enough to
procreate. Then Jason is found to have a gene which makes him the
preferred father for every new baby. 'How do I fuck thee? Let me
count the ways.' Emotional positions, not physical.
Keywords: mf Mf mF MF SciFi cons non-con 1st rape het preg group rom
space inc fath dau

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 5/13/2011.

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Spreading Genes In Tight Spaces

CHAPTER 1

Jason skimmed in and out of consciousness. It was an hour from
the first time he stirred to when he finally sat up. He bonked
his head on the ceiling of the alcove he was in. With his feet on
the floor, his knees were too high. When he reached out to
investigate, his hand overshot. He felt like he had been suddenly
put into a body that was two sizes too large. This was very close
to the truth. He had fallen asleep at age 11, and he was now 13.

A voice spoke from the ceiling. "Good morning, Jason."

"Nngggggg," he said, starting to clear two years of frogs out of
his throat.

"As we told you would happen before you went to sleep, your body
has grown since the last time you were awake, so it may take some
time to adjust. Move around carefully. When you're ready, take a
shower, then dress in the clothes provided."
 
He remembered the last time he had woken up, when he had bumped
into things for hours. This time he was a little more thoughtful
about the process he was engaged in, but the changes were also
more dramatic. He had undergone most of his adolescent growth
spurt.

There were surprises when he looked between his legs. There was
hair all over his crotch, and everything down there was bigger.
Before going down for his long nap they had told him this might
happen, but it was quite another thing to actually feel his dick
and balls in their new state. His balls were heavy, his sac big
and stretchy. His dick was thick and long as it hung sprouting
out from its bed of hair.

He got through his shower without bumping into anything too
badly, and his hands and feet were starting to reliably go where
he meant them to go.
 
He was on a spaceship, and living quarters were very cramped. The
pod that he slept in for years at a time was the size of a modest
coffin. When it was time to wake up the top and one side were
removed. He had been provided with a private space for waking up,
his opened pod fitted to a small bathroom including shower about
the size of a single bed. When he was dressed, he opened the door
into the common area that he shared with the other children. He
had lived his entire life since he could remember in this group
of five boys and five girls. Whenever it was time to wake up for
a while, the ten of them all woke up together.
 
After he emerged from the shower, the robots removed his pod from
the side of the bathroom and inserted that of another boy or
girl. His pod was moved out and stacked with others to form bunk
beds that formed two walls of the common room. It wasn't even as
large as a one-car garage. The ten of them had never known a life
with much space. There was a door that led to a network of narrow
corridors. Many, many meters away was the gym, a cavernous space
the size of half a basketball court though only ten feet
high. They occasionally had time there to run, kick and throw
balls, and play tag. They never had it for more than an hour,
though, because another group of people was always waiting to use
it. Except for that vast space, they had never seen anything
bigger than their common room.
 
He had been fascinated to learn during the last time he was awake
that there wasn't really a room at all when he was sleeping.
There were just stacks of pods jammed tightly against each other.
The robots shuffled them around and made temporary corridors to
get at them to see to their physical needs. The same "room" was
used by different groups of boys and girls as they had their
awake periods one after the other.
 
In the common area he met Sally and Leland, the two of his "play
group" who had woken up before him. They were both bigger, of
course. But Sally wasn't just a bigger version of the girl who
had gone to sleep two years before. She had changed, and he felt
a strange tightness in his throat as he looked at her. He could
see breasts under her T-shirt. Her hips were wider. Her face was
different somehow. She looked very nice. Beautiful. Fascinating.
His penis started bulging in his underpants, a reaction he didn't
understand. Later, when he was alone, he was amazed to see how
huge his stiffie was. Of course his mind including his feelings
had changed, not just his body. He couldn't keep his eyes off
Sally. He dimly remembered that he had been taught about boys and
girls and sex, and now he wished he had paid closer attention.
 
Over the next couple hours, Katy, Tina, Helen, Melissa, and Tom
appeared one by one from their wake-up shower. The robots shipped
out the bathroom containing the shower and replaced it with one
having nothing but a toilet. There was a sink out in the common
area. The robots left the eight bunks forming two walls of the
common room.
 
The robot known as "Boss" appeared. He moved on wheels but unlike
the other robots he had the basic form of a person. There was no
obvious reason for a physical presence during communication; a
voice could as easily sound from a speaker. But it was important
psychologically to have some messages delivered by something
resembling a person.
 
Boss had a variety of announcements, but one segment was
especially memorable.
 
"Carl and Chen won't be joining you this time."
 
"Why not?" asked Sally.
 
"One important purpose of this awake period is adjustment to your
newly mature sexual apparatus. Carl and Chen need to grow further
before they are sexually mature."
 
"Oh."
 
"As always when you wake up, your body is bigger and will require
adjustment. This time, part of what you will need to get used to
is your newly mature sexual organs. You may notice psychological
changes, including how you feel about each other, your own sex
organs and those of the others."
 
First the eight of them had to get used to each other simply as
people. None of them had had any experiences since the last time
they were awakened, so there weren't any "what I did on my summer
vacation" stories to relate. But their bodies and minds were
quite different.
 
The center of their common space had a table and chairs. Robots
brought food as needed, nondescript mush as always. It was too
cramped for all eight of them to be in their common space at the
same time, so usually a few at least were in their bunks even
when awake.
 
Docking to the inside "headboard" of each pod was a computer
tablet that could be removed, and that was their source of text
and video. The ship had a vast story of information, and they as
children only scratched the surface.
 
They all had to rev their bodies up again. There were stretching
and strengthening exercises they performed right in their common
area, taking turns. For others they went one by one to tiny rooms
with treadmills and weightlifting apparatus. Their digestive
systems lurched back into working order, with each of them making
frequent visits to the tiny toilet chamber.

They proceeded down the narrow corridor to spend hours in another
small room that was chock-full of babies -- or so it seemed. This
had been a prominent feature of their lives every time they woke
up. There were babies who needed to be hugged and cuddled, talked
to and played with. The robots could handle baths, diaper
changes, rocking and even burping, but the babies needed real
humans to interact with if they were to grow up healthy.

Children are curious about everything. Adolescents wonder
especially about the big picture and the purpose of life in a
more serious way than younger children. There were no adults in
his life to speak of, so Jason's computer did its best to answer
his questions. Although many questions were ones he had asked
before, he was more interested and he read attentively.

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They were on a spaceship, the first group of humans heading out
from earth to try to colonize another world. They were part of an
elite, a tiny group who would spread humanity to its second home.

There were two basic constraints on the voyage. First, space and
energy and life support were all in short supply and had to be
conserved. Second, they wanted to produce as many people as they
could. Sociological models suggested that groups on their new
world below about eighty would not thrive. The plan was to put
down groups of eighty in various places on the planet as a matter
of redundancy -- if some disaster befell one group, the others
could survive.

For the first two hundred years of their flight, twenty grown-ups
had spent almost all the time in suspended animation, bodies cold
and barely metabolizing at all. Now, in the last hundred, they
had woken up as needed to beget and bear children. Seventeen of
the twenty were women. They were the limiting factor on
increasing the population, and the three men could of course
impregnate them all.
 
For a dozen years, there had been about seventeen new babies born
each year (occasional infertility was offset by twins). But as
the girls in each cohort reached sexual maturity and could
themselves produce about one baby a year, the birthrate went up
dramatically. Jason and his nine companions were at the leading
edge of the "grandchildren" generation.
 
You can keep an adult in suspended animation, but pregnant women,
babies, and children all need to grow. However, a deep sleep
provides opportunities to save energy while allowing
growth. Robots attended to a sleeping person's nutrition and
bodily functions, including turning them, massaging muscles, and
washing.
 
The pregnant women didn't need to wake up until it was time to
give birth.
 
The babies could not be kept asleep for long periods at all. They
grew too fast, and their needs for social and cognitive
stimulation were too great. When they reached the age of two,
they could be put into four months of sleep before waking up for
two months. Gradually they stayed asleep longer and stayed awake
for less time between each long "nap". At Jason's age they could
sleep for two years and wake up for only a couple months.
 
Keeping mothers awake to raise their own babies would have been
very wasteful. But the older children needed to wake up
periodically anyway, and the mission's plan saved precious "awake
time" by rotating the children through the nurseries. Any given
group of boys and girls could tend to the babies for the month or
two they were active, and when that group went back to sleep, the
next group could take over.

Jason and the seven of his "littermates" who had reached sexual
maturity were now awake for their 13-year-old activity period.
They weren't entirely grown up, but they were adults in one
respect: they could reproduce. It was time to do their part to
increase the population.

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After twenty-four hours Boss got more specific about this
subject. Jason remembered his exact words: "We will shortly
arrange for all of you to engage in sexual intercourse for the
first time." He had told them to read up on the subject on their
computers.
 
Forty-eight hours after he woke up, he got his appointment:
"Jason, we have a mate selected for you. Her name is Donna.
Please meet her in room 37 at 7pm."
 
He had never met Donna before. He wasn't sure what to expect and
he was nervous. Although the computer had text descriptions of
sex and a few diagrams, there were no photos or video.

Room 37 was about the size of a single bed, and had a decidedly
low ceiling; room 38 was stacked on top of it. However, it had a
door that shut and a soft surface, and that was all that two hot
young teens needed.
 
Donna was already in the room. He crawled in and shut the door
behind him.
 
"Um, hi," she said.
 
"Hi."
 
"Jason is your name?"
 
"Yup. And you're Donna?"
 
"Yeah."
 
The two sat in silence a moment.
 
"I think we're supposed to take our clothes off," he said.
 
Their clothing was quite simple: a T-shirt, light pants, a pair
of underwear and slippers.
 
Jason had no trouble with his T-shirt and slippers. Donna, he
noticed, started with her pants and slippers. Removing her
T-shirt would show him her breasts, organs she had had a mere 48
hours to get used to. But she took a deep breath and did it.
Jason had never seen real breasts before, and his penis pulsed to
full hardness. Donna then removed her panties without further
thought; the mysteries between her legs were largely hidden from
view.
 
Jason took a deep breath and hesitated. He had had a mere 48
hours to get used to his organ and he had seen it erect himself
only a few times. It seemed embarrassingly huge to him. He sat,
hands on his underpants. All he had to do was lift his butt off
the bed and slide them down. But the seconds went by and he
didn't move.
 
Donna commented on the bulge: "It looks like you've got a hard
one!"
 
"Yeah," he said. "I think I'm supposed to."
 
"Yeah, I read you are." Her smile reassured him, and in one quick
motion he was naked before her.

His erect cock stood straight up as he sat on the bed.
 
"I can't get used to these things," Donna said, lifting her left
breast in her hand. "You go to sleep, then when you wake up
you've got these things growing out of you."
 
"They're nice!" Jason blurted out, and Donna shifted
uncomfortably.
 
"I... I like that!" she said, pointing to his large stiff organ.
"I mean, I'm scared of it, but I ... want it ... you know?"
 
"Really?" Jason said. "It's weird to have it like that..." Jason
said, pointing to his cock. "I mean I had it before, but it
wasn't anything like this. And these..." he said, bouncing his
balls in his hand.
 
"Things are all different down here, too," Donna said, gently
spreading her lips apart. "I found the place you're supposed to
stick it," she said.
 
"The weirdest thing of all is how I feel about it. Last time we
were up they told us about it, and it seemed so gross."
 
"Yeah! I remember!"
 
"But now... it doesn't seem gross at all. But it's kind of ...
scary."
 
"Yeah! It's really scary when I see you like that," she said,
pointing to his twitching, bulging cock, "it's ... I..."
 
"I know what you mean! Last time the idea of sticking my thingie
in a girl -- but now, I don't know, I mean, seeing you like
that," Jason said and panted, making Donna laugh.
 
"So... Do you want to?" she asked.
 
"God yes!" he answered.
 
Donna lay back and spread her legs. "I think I get like this..."
 
"Yeah, but I'm supposed to like rub you down there first, right?"
 
"Oh yeah, right. Or I am... but why don't you try it."
 
"Like that?"
 
"Ooo, not so hard... up a little higher... Yeah, that feels
pretty good."
 
A minute went by. "It feels really good... And I'm like leaking!"
she said, investigating with her hand. "It's so wet... it's
embarrassing!"
 
Jason looked and shrugged. "Yeah, but that's supposed to let my
thing slide in easier."
 
"I guess. But don't you think it's gross?"
 
"No... It makes me want to stick it in. Like right now," he said,
heart pounding.
 
"Yeah," said Donna, gulping. "It's time, I guess. I want it, but
it looks so big! I mean I stuck my finger up there like they
said, but a finger is nothing like that thing!"
 
"So I get on top of you, like this."
 
"Yeah, and I'll hold myself open, right?"
 
"Oh yeah." Jason poked.
 
"Not quite there, here, let me..." she said, holding herself open
with just one hand and pointing his thing with the other.
 
"Not too hard, OK? Be careful -- please?"
 
"Sure, I'll be careful. Mmmmmm." He poked harder, and Donna's
flesh gave way.
 
"Oh! Owwww."
 
"Aaaahhhhh!"
 
"Shit... ouch..."
 
"Oh, wow, unnnhhh!"
 
Jason's cock was in an inch, and the hot, wet tube between the
girl's legs was like nothing he'd ever felt. Amazingly wonderful.
Instinctively he drew back a little and shoved in, and he felt
weird stuff start happening down in his loins.
 
"Yikes! Weird! Shit!" she said.
 
His ancient male reflex was to poke back and forth, and always
deeper. But he already felt a pleasure like nothing he'd felt
before, then felt himself twitching and stuff shooting out of his
cock like it did when he peed, but it was different.
 
"Aaaahhhhh!" he moaned, and twenty seconds after his tip had
started entering her wet tube, he felt complete and satisfied and
pulled out of her.
 
"You did it already?" Donna asked.
 
"Yeah," Jason panted. "It was fantastic!"
 
"It was kind of cool to have you, like, doing it to me -- but it
hurt!"
 
"Oh, sorry," Jason said absently.
 
"Now it's even wetter and goopier," she said, reaching down and
getting a fingerful of the stuff oozing out of her. "Blood too!
They said that might happen."
 
"That's what they called an orgasm, I guess," he said. "It sure
felt good. Amazing."
 
Jason started getting dressed again. Donna followed his lead, but
with less enthusiasm. He vaguely sensed she was dissatisfied.
 
"Bye," he said.
 
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As always, Jason looked at his computer when he got back to his
bunk. A chat window invited his attention:
 
"Did you insert your penis into Donna's vagina and ejaculate
there?"
 
"I think I must have," he typed. "She had all this goop coming
out of her."
 
"Was it a satisfactory experience?"
 
"That's for sure!"
 
Jason read more of the stuff they wanted him to learn, pausing
now and then to relive that glorious experience, including that
incredibly good feeling he had gotten. Later he did some work on
the weight machine and the treadmill, then ate a large meal and
had what finally felt like a normal bowel movement. Four hours
later there was another message for him.
 
"Jason, are you interested in sexual intercourse with another
girl?"
 
"Yes! Definitely! Where?"
 
"Room 38".
 
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The girl was sitting on the bed, knees drawn up to her chest and
arms wrapped around them.
 
"Hi," he said.
 
"Hi," said the girl, blushing.
 
"So, we're going to do it, right?"
 
"Yeah, I guess" she said. "It's my first time."
 
"No problem. I'll show you how. First, you've got to get all
those clothes off," he said, stripping as he spoke. His cock was
hard as he anticipated what was ahead.
 
"But... OK."
 
He was undressed and waiting. The girl was just starting to pull
her shorts down, hesitating. This could take forever! He was
eager to plunge his cock into her. He looked between her legs
where her panties were just coming into view. Just inside them
was that wonderful opening that was just made for him to poke
into.
 
"How old are you, Jason?"
 
"Thirteen."
 
"Me too!"
 
"I think we're all thirteen -- well, there must be some older
kids too."
 
Still she hesitated. "I really liked 'Sleeping Beauty' when I was
littler. The princess sleeps all that time, and the prince comes
and rescues her."
 
Jason was getting annoyed. "We can't do anything until you take
your panties off."
 
Sarah sighed and took off her panties, but made no move to take
off her shirt. Donna had taken hers off, and it was kind of cool
to see her breasts, but he figured the sex would work just as
well and feel just as good as long as he could get at her between
her legs.
 
"Now lie back... That's right. Spread your legs..."
 
He reached in to open her lips, and saw she looked very different
from Donna. Everything was very smooth and pale. He remembered
what he was supposed to do with his hand, so he reached in and
started rubbing. Slowly he saw the area darken.
 
"Can you look at me?" she asked timidly.
 
He was looking at her, of course, eyes glued to that slit between
her legs. But she meant her face. So he looked at her face. It
was a rather plain face. She smiled, and he managed to smile
back. Then she looked away. "Feels nice," she whispered.
 
Jason went back to examining her vaginal opening. It was starting
to get a little wet. He rubbed more and checked again. It was
wetter. It was time.
 
Without a word he rolled over onto her and lined up his cock with
her pussy hole. Donna had showed him just where to push, and he
had remembered.
 
"Wait, are you going to go in now?" asked Sarah anxiously.
 
"Yeah," he said. "That's the idea."
 
"OK," she said, tensing up.
 
He pressed, and her tissues gave way more easily than Donna's
had. He felt that same wonderful feeling, that same churning in
his loins. Knowing what it was, he held off. Having just shot the
stuff out a few hours before, his body was less sensitive. He
wanted to get into her deeper before he let it happen. So he
pressed in, farther and farther, eyes glued to her female opening
where more and more of his cock was disappearing. He was into her
several inches, and most of his shaft felt the warm and wet
surrounding it. He couldn't hold back any more, and had his
delicious feeling as he felt those squirts shooting down the
inside of his cock.
 
"Aaaahhhhhh!" he said with a big smile.
 
He was satisfied and pulled out a few seconds later, landing on
his back.
 
"That was it?" asked Sarah. She seemed disappointed, just like
Donna had. What did these girls want?
 
"Yeah, that's it, and boy was it nice!" he said. He looked down,
satisfied to see a little milky stuff seeping out of her. "Time
to go," he said, less than a minute after he started penetrating
her.
 
He got dressed, aware that Sarah had not put her panties and
shorts back on but was sitting again with knees drawn up and
hands around them.
 
"Bye," he managed on his way out.
 
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That evening he was summoned to Room 37 again. He didn't bother
to ask who it was, and the computer didn't tell him. He figured
he was going to meet a string of girls he had never seen before.
 
"Sally!"
 
"Hi, Jason!"
 
Jason felt eager to get his penis into the hole between her legs,
her vagina, but he felt something more too.
 
"Is this your first time? I've done it twice already."
 
"No, I did it already."
 
"With anyone I know?" Jason felt just a twinge of jealousy.
 
"No, some guy I'd never met before."
 
They looked into each other's eyes as they took off shorts
together, then shirt, then underpants and panties.
 
Jason feasted his eyes on his girl, the one he had felt little
tinglings for when he was 11. Those tinglings had matured into
something much more powerful.
 
"You like me?" Sally asked.
 
Jason nodded with a big smile.
 
He set about rubbing her between the legs, but this time he
mostly looked at her face, only sneaking occasional glances down
where he was rubbing. Her face showed pleasure, and he liked
that. He rubbed slower than with the others. He could feel she
was wet down there, and even though his cock was eager to get
into her, he kept rubbing because she seemed to like it so much.
 
She gently nudged his head down towards her and kissed him. That
felt wonderful! He kissed her back. They went at it passionately
for a couple minutes. But their more urgent focus was on events
down below.
 
"OK," she whispered after a few minutes.
 
Jason turned over onto her. He glanced down long enough to get
his cock tip resting in the right place, kissed by her wet lower
lips and centered at the hole that led into her body, but then he
looked back up at her face.
 
Her eyes went wide as he slowly pressed in, but they showed no
pain. He was so glad!
 
He was dying to ejaculate, but he had read that if he kept going
long enough the girl might get a happy feeling like he had. The
other two hadn't said anything about it, and in any case it had
been so exciting he couldn't help himself. This time he thought
about other things as he worked himself in further and further.
He knew he had barely gotten into Donna, and he realized that
despite his efforts he hadn't been nearly all the way into
whatever her name was, the second one. Sally's vagina kept
opening before him, allowing him further and further in. Finally
he felt his pubic bone pressing against hers. No matter how hard
he pressed, he couldn't get his cock in any further. When he
pulled back, he found he could pull back a long way and still be
inside her. The combination of pressing in as far as he could and
those long strokes was driving him crazy. His orgasm would be
there soon. But he wanted Sally to have a turn to feel good. She
looked like it felt really good to her too.
 
It had taken him forever to get into her all the way, maybe 30
seconds. Now with his back and forth he kept holding out, hoping
it would happen for her. Would he know it when she had her
feeling? He hoped so. He made sure to go an extra long time,
holding back despite his desperate desire to ejaculate. At maybe
45 seconds since he had bottomed out, he couldn't help himself
and started pumping in and out with deep, long, really fast
strokes and felt better than ever before, waves of pleasure
coursing through him as his vision blurred and sounds got
distorted. His penis twitched and he felt the stuff shooting out.
 
He pulled out and lay beside her.
 
"Did you feel good too?" he asked.
 
"It felt nice," she said guardedly.
 
"But you had one of those orgasms where it feels finished."
 
"No."
 
"No?" Jason was disappointed. "Oh, sorry."
 
Sally turned over to snuggle against him. It was a way of putting
two bodies together that he hadn't experienced before, at least
not since he was a small boy. He liked that very much. He
wouldn't have wanted either of the other two to snuggle against
him, but they hadn't tried.
 
Sally tentatively put her hand on his limp, slick penis. It
didn't feel great, but it wasn't too bad either. He figured if he
could rub her privates, she ought to be able to rub his too.
Mostly she held her hand still, but occasionally she moved it. In
a couple minutes, that little irritation went away. It felt good,
and his penis rose gradually to hardness again.
 
Sally nudged him onto his back. "Can I, you know...?" she asked.
 
"Can you what?"
 
"They said a good way for a girl to have an orgasm was to get the
guy to lie on his back and do it to him."
 
That sounded sort of familiar, though it had been in the part he
had skimmed.
 
"Uh, sure," he said.
 
So he lay on his back and she rose above him. She held his erect
penis up in the air, then looked doubtfully back and forth
between her pussy and the prong she was hoping to get into her.
She rose onto her knees, but she was too high. She sat on his
upper thighs, and bent his penis downward, trying to get it
pointed towards his toes.
 
"No, no, it doesn't bend like that," Jason said.
 
She held herself up on one hand and the opposite knee, but that
made her pussy off-center.
 
"Here, let me aim it," Jason said.
 
With two hands, one on either side of Jason's hips, she lowered
herself, spreading her legs as she went.
 
But she pressed downward in a way that took in his cock tip but
smashed it upwards just behind her pubic bone.
 
"Ouch!" exclaimed Jason.
 
"Oh, sorry! So sorry!" she said, sighing and starting to
dismount.
 
"No, no, I think we almost had it," he said. "Get up there again
-- just don't go down onto me."
 
With his favorite girl's soupy pussy right above his cock, he
pressed his hips upward, but he was bent too far back. "A little
forward," he said.
 
He pressed and it was almost right. "Just a little more," he
said. Now his press upward seemed centered. "Now let yourself
down a little," he said, and her motion swallowed him partway up
her tube. "OK, now go down."
 
Sally lowered herself slowly, engulfing him as she sank. When she
was done, the tissues around the base of his cock and her pussy
opening pressing firmly against each other.
 
Then Sally raised herself up a little, then let her self down,
then did it again, then more. "Oh, that's so nice," she said. She
looked at him and asked, "Is it OK for you?"
 
"It's great!" he said.
 
The motion wasn't one he would have chosen. It was slow and
irregular, and she wiggled herself forward and back horizontally
when she was all the way in. It pressed a bit on his cock base in
an odd way, but it didn't hurt. His penis tip was still buried in
the warm, slick female cave it had come to crave so much.
 
It went on. On and on. It seemed to last forever. When she moved
up and down really fast for little bursts it felt really good. He
felt his cock twitch. But he was determined not to shoot off
before Sally had had her orgasm, even if it took all evening. So
when he was close, he tried not to think about where his cock
was, up deep in his favorite girl, the girl whose little breasts
jiggled as she humped away, whose face was slack with pleasure,
who was getting more and more excited from his body. He thought
about the periods of earth's history instead.
 
He had no idea how long it was -- half an hour? -- but he felt
her speed up slowly, felt her moan. She seemed to build up
forever. Then finally he heard a loud gasp as she held perfectly
still. He felt little rhythmic squeezes on the base of his cock.
She shuddered, continuing to bounce up and down. Finally she lay
down on top of him, his cock still firmly lodged inside up to the
hilt.
 
When she had been quiet for a minute, he tentatively asked, "Can
I ... do it again?"
 
It was as if she came back from a distant place. "Oh, Jason, yes!
Sure, whatever. Please!" She squeezed him in her arms with a big
smile.
 
He started to pull out, but she grabbed his hips. "But can you
stay in?" she pleaded.
 
He wasn't sure how that was going to work. He tried thrusting up
into her as she lay on him, but he couldn't get any leverage for
the deep thrusts he desperately wanted.
 
"We can turn over... I think," said Sally.
 
They managed to flop onto their sides. Jason tried poking in and
out of her from there -- and that worked fine! Holding her hips
to keep from shoving her upwards on the bed too much, he flashed
in and out deep and hard, over and over again. His orgasm built
more like a slow burn that a sudden ignition. The pleasure was
just as satisfying because it took so long -- many seconds -- to
build to the ultimate release. His purple tip, rampaging up and
down the girl's vagina, spurted its shots to a different rhythm
than his frantic thrusts. He felt profoundly satisfied.
 
His penis wilted quickly and he pulled it out. Boy and girl
hugged each other, then fell back partway, lazing loosely
intertwined.
 
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The days rolled by. They all read and watched video, ate
ravenously, worked out in the tiny exercise rooms with occasional
forays into the huge gym, and slept.
 
One thing that interested Jason more now than before was the sex
ratio. Their little groups had been composed of five boys and
five girls, but he had known growing up that some of the other
groups were composed entirely of girls.
 
This now had immediate and pleasant consequences for Jason's
life. He was invited for copulation regularly, often twice a day,
while the girls and women he encountered were having very few
sexual partners. They spent significantly more time than he did
with the babies.
 
Jason confirmed in a chat window what seemed to be implied: his
copulations were frequently intended to impregnate his partners.
 
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One night Jason heard a repeated rustling. With eight people
sleeping in one room, a variety of sounds were frequent during
the night. But this was different somehow. He also heard rapid
breathing and the faintest moans and gasps. He stealthily shifted
to the edge of his bunk and looked below to Leland's bunk. He
first made out a bare bottom urgently and rhythmically
contracting over and over, but the entire picture was clear
enough in a few seconds. The girl receiving Leland's attentions
was Katy. Jason's cock rose.
 
Just then he heard a giggle from one of the other bunks. Leland
and Katy froze. A second later a figure appeared in the darkness
and giggled as she looked at Leland and Katy caught in flagrante
delicto. It was Sally. Jason was ready for her to make some
scathing comment, but she didn't. Instead she spoke to Jason in a
whisper loud enough to be heard throughout the room. "Can you do
that to me?"
 
"Oh, yeah!" Jason replied. Sally clambered up into his bunk, and
the two quickly stripped. After fondling and kissing briefly, she
pulled him on top of her and he rammed into her wet pussy. Their
moans led to another round of giggling. Leland and Katy giggled
too and went back at it.
 
"Do me!" commanded Tina at Tom's bedside. There were then three
couples humping away, making little effort to keep quiet.
 
Katy gasped loudly and moaned contentedly, and everyone knew what
that meant. 
 
"You guys!" moaned one of the two girls who was left out.
 
"You want it too?" Katy asked, magnanimous in the afterglow of
orgasm, while Leland kept insistently pressing his prong of flesh
deep into her.
 
"Leland will do you in a minute, won't you Leland?" Katy said.
 
"Ummm," he panted.
 
"Say yes," she said more firmly.
 
"Yes," he said. Then more urgently, "Yes, yes, yes!" undoubtedly
ejaculating in Katy's depths.
 
Katy and Tina retreated to their own bunks when their urges were
satisfied. Tom and Leland took care of the other two horny girls.
Sally stayed in Jason's bunk and the two fell asleep together.
 
"Attention," said Boss as he rolled in the next morning as the
lights came on. "I must insist that there be no further
unauthorized sexual intercourse."
 
"Why not?" asked Katy.
 
"It is important to our project that the boys deposit their
limited supply of semen where it is most likely to impregnate a
girl or woman."
 
"We could get pregnant too," said Katy.
 
"You and Sally are already pregnant," said Boss. The robots had
been constantly collecting blood and urine from all of the
children since they were small.
 
The two gasped.
 
"We were going to tell you today in any case. Melissa, Helen and
Tina are not currently in their fertile periods."
 
"Sally and Katy, because you are pregnant, we will be putting you
back to sleep today."
 
"That's not fair!" said Sally. "They get to stay up longer than
we do!" In the past, all ten of them had gone into their deep
sleep at the same time.
 
"When you wake up, you will have lovely little newborns."
 
That gave them pause. They knew from their work with the babies
that new mothers stayed awake to nurse their infants for about
two months, and they seemed very happy. The babies kept nursing
after the mothers went back to sleep too.
 
"Do we know who the fathers are?" asked Sally.
 
"Yes. Katy was impregnated by William. Do you remember William?"
 
"Yeah," she sighed. "He was cute enough, but he lasted about five
seconds. The one who took my virginity."
 
"And the father of your baby is Jason, Sally."
 
The two of them beamed at each other and hugged, then kissed, and
their passion quickly kindled.
 
"You guys!" said Katy. "He said no more sex without permission.
And besides, we're all here staring at you."
 
"Hey Boss," said Jason. "Can Sally and I do it one more time?"
 
"I wanna watch," said Helen, one of the second string girls from
the night before.
 
Everyone laughed, and Helen looked down and blushed.
 
"You're serious?" said Katy.
 
Helen shrugged.
 
"Pervert!"
 
"You're one to talk," Helen said hotly. "You're the one who
started it, last night!"
 
Katy shifted in bed and looked aside. "You weren't supposed to
wake up!"
 
Boss interrupted. "I will allow Jason and Sally to engage in one
more act of sexual intercourse if any of you wants to watch."
 
Jason and Sally began kissing passionately, hips wriggling
against each other.
 
"Can they at least go to a room?" asked Katy unhappily.
 
"Perhaps I wasn't as clear as I could have been," said Boss.
"They are permitted to engage in their act of sexual intercourse
only if at least one of the other girls is going to watch them."
 
That made everyone, including the two lovers, sit up and take
notice.
 
"There is some evidence that watching another couple engage in
sexual intercourse can increase the chance that a female will
conceive at her next ovulation. So, first, are you still
interested in following through if people are watching?" asked
Boss.
 
The two looked at each other.
 
"I don't mind if Helen watches," said Jason, then looked at the
girl in his arms.
 
Sally blushed, then said, "OK," giggling fiendishly.
 
"Who wants to watch?" asked Boss.
 
After a moment, every hand went up except Katy's.
 
"You guys!" she whined.
 
"Should we do it up here?" asked Jason.
 
"No," said Boss. "A central location with views from all sides
would be better for our purposes. Some of the other robots will
bring in a mattress to place on the table."
 
The robot with the table-sized mattress appeared almost at once,
and left after quickly fitting the mattress into position.
 
Jason followed Sally down out of his bunk, his erection tenting
his pants.
 
"Um, no offense guys," said Jason, looking back and forth from
Tom to Leland. "I don't think I want to do it out in the open --
you know -- with you watching."
 
They looked at each other and shrugged. "Yeah, I can see that,"
said Leland. "Boss, have we got girls to fuck this morning?"
 
"Early afternoon," said Boss, in light of your unauthorized
ejaculations last night.
 
Tom shrugged. "Good enough for me."
 
"Very well, it's settled then," said Boss. "The girls except Katy
will stay."
 
Katy bit her lip. "I ... I want to stay too!"
 
"Hah!" said Helen.
 
"No, I don't think so -- you lost your chance!" said Sally
without much kindness.
 
"Oh, all right," said Katy, presumably understanding that she had
been unsupportive, to say the least.
 
She continued, "Well, then, I want to go to sleep -- right now!"
 
"Very well, we can start the process now. Proceed down to room 7.
A robot will bring your pod along."
 
"Bye guys," she said to them, "see you in a couple years."
 
Suddenly the tone in the room changed. They had been together
since they were little, and they all knew their little group
would never reassemble in its current form. Chen and Carl were
already on a different schedule, and the girls would be too as
they got pregnant and gave birth at different times. 
 
Katy and Sally were synchronized, though. "Actually, see you in
the nursery in nine months," she said to Sally.
 
"Yeah," said Sally softly. "See you there." She offered Katy a
hug. Their imperceptibly pregnant bellies touched.
 
Then she was gone. There were a few more seconds of silence.
 
Lust won out quickly over nostalgia. Jason stood behind Sally,
rubbing her back before moving his hands around to rest them low
down on her pelvis over her panties. But they were restless hands
and soon slid up to her breasts.
 
Sally closed her eyes and sighed, then turned around to Jason and
kissed him passionately.
 
The two lovers stripped, then Sally said, "If you girls are going
to watch, I want you to strip too!"
 
They hesitated.
 
"But only if you're not going to have sex with them later, Jason.
Are you?"
 
Jason turned to Boss. "Am I?"
 
"No," said the robot. "Other men and boys will see to the
impregnation of the other girls."
 
The three other girls looked at each other and then smiled as
they stripped. As their bodies came into view, Jason glanced at
each one and felt wistful that he wouldn't get another chance to
plant his seed in any of them. He also felt guilty. He had
already screwed all three of them -- Helen twice. Had he told
Sally about them? Probably not. Had she found out some other way?
He didn't know. It wasn't anything to be ashamed of -- the robots
had ordered the inseminations. But wow, Tina had been one hot
babe, having a massive orgasm within seconds of his penetration.
He felt a little ashamed.
 
He turned his attention to his favorite girl, a girl now carrying
his baby in her belly.
 
Boss left, leaving the humans to their privacy -- such as it was.
 
"You want to ride me?" he whispered to her after they were good
and hot.
 
"OK," she grinned. "Teach them a thing or two, maybe."
 
And ride him she did, clearly enjoying herself. They had only
done this position once before, during that reprise during their
first encounter. But she knew her way, and he could just feel the
pleasure soaking from his loins to hers and suffusing her entire
being. He thought he could see that she was enjoying very much
having an audience -- her apprentices. She was OK as long as the
apprentices did not later practice their trade with her favorite
guy.
 
When Sally's eyes were closed, Jason stole furtive glances at the
three other nubile creatures. They might not be his favorites,
but they were all fertile females. All six apprentice nipples
were erect. Were those engorged pussy lips peeking out from three
cracks? He didn't know those girls' pussies well enough to be
sure, but he liked the idea. He was pretty sure they were itching
for his cock.
 
His pleasure slackened briefly as a thought came to him. This
girl riding him didn't need his sperm any more, but these other
girls did! But he put the thought out of his mind. There would be
plenty of other girls to impregnate.
 
After prolonging her experience seemingly forever, Sally finally
shuddered her way to orgasm. Jason felt her vaginal squeezes
harder than before, and Sally crowed. None of his other girls had
yelled like that. She was a hen celebrating her conquest, not a
rooster, but it was still a conquest.
 
When she had recovered, Jason pulled out and positioned the
entirely cooperative Sally on her back for his own conquest. He
plunged in and thrust hard and deep. He could have come any time,
but he prolonged his pleasure. He couldn't help sneaking peeks
out at the other three girls. Tina in particular had sat on the
bed with one foot on the floor and the other knee out to the
side, giving him a splendid view of her wet pussy. He was pretty
sure it was designed to attract his attention, and he couldn't
help glancing over again and again.
 
Sally noticed and followed his gaze. Jason could see she was
about to say something to her but thought better of it. Instead
she rolled her eyes. Jason managed a smile from the midst of his
building animal lust.
 
As Jason neared his climax he lifted Sally's knees, then pushed
them out to the side for the very deepest penetration he could
manage. As his ecstasy was upon him, he pushed them out a little
too far, making Sally wince. But his male apparatus was doing its
job, inseminating his mate deep and strong while his swollen cock
dove in and out in a frenzy.
 
When he had caught his breath he slid off.
 
I came too!" Sally said. "A little one."
 
Jason smiled at that. For whatever reason, the two of them didn't
cuddle.
 
Settled in his bunk after breakfast, Jason typed on his tablet.
"Will I see Sally again?"
 
"Will I see Jason again?" Sally typed from hers, independently.
 
The answer was the same: "It is our plan at this time that you
meet again, among other things to conceive another child. But our
plans may change. We apologize for the uncertainty."
 
When it was time for Sally to go to sleep, later that day, they
hugged each other, but it wasn't a passionate hug. They didn't
kiss and only stole glances at each other.
 
Not an hour after Sally was off in dreamland, Tina pulled Jason
aside in a corner of the room and whispered, "Can you do it to me
once more? Please?"
 
"You heard what Boss told Sally."
 
"He said the schedule didn't call for any more sex between us,
but he didn't say we couldn't do it."
 
"He also said no more unofficial sex."
 
"Yeah, but... what are they going to do, dump us out into space?
And besides, your sperm supply is all shot anyway."
 
She had a point -- he had already had sex with Sally during the
night and in the morning, and if desire and passion made a boy
ejaculate more sperm, he would be very depleted indeed.
 
Jason remembered that soul-satisfying orgasm she had had before.
But rules were rules.
 
"I don't know..." He hated being untrue to Sally so soon after
her departure. Of course, he was going to be untrue over and
over, but they would all be required by the authorities, and for
the good of humankind. Boss had said Tina wasn't even at the
right place in her cycle to get pregnant. "No, sorry," he said
with determination.
 
Tina's look of disappointment saddened him.
 
He couldn't get it out of his mind, however. Half an hour later
he had another idea. If he didn't come, his sperm wouldn't be
depleted. He could just do it and make her happy, then pull out.
 
He found her and raised his eyebrows at her, then went out into
the hall. There was one the larger bathrooms that included a
shower not far away. He entered, and she piled in a couple
seconds later.
 
How were they going to manage this? Could he pin her against the
wall?
  
She got on hands and knees, hands in the shower, knees outside.
She pulled down her shorts and panties but didn't take them or
her shirt off.
 
"What are you doing?"
 
"Do me from the rear!"
 
Jason didn't recall seeing that mentioned in any of the
literature, but he had skimmed a lot. He was so excited simply to
get his cock up into those girls' pussies that he didn't stop to
think about the possibility of different positions.
 
It was pretty clear what to do, though. He pulled his shorts and
underpants down and knelt behind her. Her pussy slit beckoned. It
was wet and the lips stood out boldly.
 
He reminded himself he was doing it for her. He would give her a
big orgasm like she had the other time, then pull out and go
about his business, ready for his next scheduled mating.
 
Her vagina was velvety and hot and gave his penis a firm, even
grip. When he was halfway into her she gasped out an orgasm and
he felt her vagina squeeze around him. He would just thrust until
her orgasm passed. He kept thrusting, waiting for it to die down,
to hear those sighs of satisfaction. But the seconds went by and
she just kept moaning louder and squeezing and relaxing around
him, over and over. He was determined not to come. He thought
about Sally rolling her eyes at him. But Tina just kept moaning
and squeezing.
 
She turned over her shoulder and managed to say, "I'm waiting for
you to come." It would be kind of insulting to her if he didn't.
It wouldn't hurt just this once more, would it? One more mistake?
His thrusts got faster and deeper, his cock swelled and he
grappled Tina's butt more roughly. He wanted to wet her cunt with
his juices, he really wanted to. He gave in fully to his urges in
time to feel total pleasure as he found himself ejaculating up
inside her, spurting over and over, feeling especially satisfied
at doing it this new way, from the rear. Tina's continuous orgasm
reached a peak when he spurted. As he softened and slid out, Tina
calmed down. She sounded satisfied.
 
They hurriedly wiped up the mess of vaginal juices and sperm, put
themselves back together, and one by one went back into their
little common room.
 
That night Boss announced that the Tina, Helen and Melissa would
be leaving and living in a different grouping. There was another
round of goodbyes. Three boys moved in, including the William who
had impregnated Katy. And that was the last time Jason lived in a
co-ed grouping.
 
Because the group consisted of six people instead of eight, the
robots moved the bunks in towards each other several inches,
effectively shrinking the size of the room and freeing up those
inches for whatever else the robots would use them for. The two
missing bunks were now replaced with panels, and who knew what
the robots were doing with the space behind them.
 
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As the weeks rolled by, Jason continued to be called on to
deliver his semen about twice a day. The memory of Sally faded as
his lust found its outlet in vagina after vagina.
 
His mates were mostly his age or a little older, with a few young
women in their 20s. A 20-year-old suggested that he do her from
the rear, and he was happy to repeat that experience that
reminded him of his spectacular quickie with Tina. It was very
different, however. The woman didn't seem to feel any pleasure at
all, and suggested he come any time he wanted. It still felt
awfully good.
 
He asked his computer if he could do it from the rear, and the
reply was that it was OK if the women agreed to it. He only
suggested it with women he found less attractive for whatever
reason, and about half the time they accepted. When a girl or
woman had a luscious, lithe body with firm breasts and a pretty
face, he wanted to revel in every aspect of her feminine allure.
A female butt had plenty of allure too, but it was more
impersonal and almost as satisfying regardless of what the rest
of the female was like.
 
He had been up for a full six months before they told him it was
time to go back to sleep. Like the rest of them, he didn't really
like to go. It was too much like dying. If some disaster struck
the ship, they would just die and never know it. And waking up
wasn't all that pleasant either. He was scheduled to wake up in
two years.
 
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CHAPTER 2

 
The next time Jason woke up, his body wasn't much different. He
was more muscular, his beard grew heavier, and his cock and balls
were noticeably bigger. But it was nothing like going to sleep a
boy and waking up sexually mature and lusting after females.
 
He was surprised to find he had only been asleep four months.
 
When he had been up for a day and mostly adjusted to being awake
again, Boss told him that he had a special appointment. He was
going to see an important man -- the ship's medical officer. He
made his way down narrow corridors that took him far away from
where he had lived all his life. He opened the door and just
walked in.
 
What he found was composed of elements dimly familiar from
pictures he had seen online, but he had never dreamed such a
thing would be aboard their ship.

There was a plush red carpet on the floor. The walls were lined
with polished wooden bookcases and filled with real books. He had
played with a book when he was younger, but it was just a sort of
curiosity -- like a toy. There was a desk, also of wood, and a
large swiveling chair behind the desk, a simpler one in front of
the desk.
 
Most unusual was the man. He was an older gentleman. He had gray
hair and some wrinkles on his face, and he wore a dark suit.
 
"Sit, sit," he said, indicating the smaller chair, then sat
himself.
 
"So you're Jason," he said, looking the boy up and down. He held
a manilla folder in his hand. "Jason Bobreau" was printed on the
tab. Jason knew his last name, though it had played little role
in his life. He had been the only "Jason" among his peers, so no
last name was needed.
 
"I'm Dr. Stanley Morgan, the chief medical officer on this ship."
 
Jason wasn't sure what to say, so he nodded.
 
"This ship currently has about 1,800 people aboard, and we have
just found out that you are the most important person of all."
 
Jason stared blankly. This made no sense.
 
"I figured that would get your attention."
 
"You are so important that they woke me up from deep freeze to
tell me about you and approve the new plan," he said and
chuckled.

Jason realized that he must be one of the three original men who
had been frozen all those years!

"Let's take the bigger picture. First, tell me everything you
know about our mission."
 
Jason did his best to describe what he knew. It was presumably
relevant now in a way that it had never been before, and he
surprised himself at how much he remembered.
 
"That is very good, Jason. You are a fairly intelligent boy, and
that will be a benefit for us all." He looked Jason up and down.
"Maybe not the most handsome," he said mostly to himself, "but
that isn't so important."
 
The older man in the suit continued. "We have continued to
receive reports from the robotic probes on our new planet during
our voyage. We knew the environment would be challenging, but a
new and worrisome challenge became apparent. Do you know what
radiation is?"
 
Jason wracked his brain but had to shake his head.
 
"It's rays that are emitted from certain rocks. That's not
important. What's important is that it is poisonous to humans,
and there is a lot of it on our new planet. A lot more than we
thought when we left earth. It will severely limit the areas we
can live in."
 
"A baby was born a few weeks ago, a little girl named Eve, who
has a remarkable ability to tolerate radiation. Not that we
actually gave her radiation, but her tissue samples show she can
tolerate it. She is your daughter."
 
Jason sat up, surprised.
 
"Oh, I guess no one told you. You have... seven daughters.
Congratulations, papa!" he said, holding out his hand.
 
Jason had seen handshakes but he had never shaken anyone's hand
before.
 
Dr. Morgan gave a quick smile and drew his hand back.
 
"Surely you knew we were trying to get you to father some
children?"
 
Jason nodded. He had known it in theory, but to think that he
would go to sleep and wake up what seemed an instant later and
have actual little squirming daughters -- that hadn't quite sunk
in.
 
Something flashed in his mind. If he was a very important person,
he figured he could ask. "Is one of them Sally's?"
 
Dr. Morgan looked back at the chart. "Sally, Sally, ah yes,
Sally! There's a note here about you and Sally." He read a little
more and chuckled, "Here's one about you and Tina," and wagged
his finger at Jason. "Against orders, and in the bathroom!"
 
Jason turned noticeably pink.
 
"No, no, think nothing of it, my boy!" he said, waving his hand
in dismissal. "We're all lusty humans, she is a very lusty one,
and it's good that you have a very healthy sex drive."
 
Jason relaxed.
 
"Anyway, yes, one of the girls is Sally's, though not the one we
are so interested in."
 
"Who's the mother of that one?"
 
"Donna."
 
"Donna, Donna..."
 
"Your first! Does that help jar your memory?"
 
Of course he remembered his first time, though her name hadn't
come to him right away. He could still feel that sensation -- the
first orgasm of his life. He hadn't been totally sure he had
gotten the stuff into her instead of shooting it on her belly
before he got connected. Apparently he had.
 
"Anyway, it appears there is a gene that conveys resistance to
radiation poisoning. It's recessive, which means when a person
gets two copies, they have this resistance. Apparently you have a
copy and Donna has a copy, and they lined up in your baby."
 
Jason shook his head and turned his hands palm up.
 
"Ah, yes, you probably haven't studied genetics, have you..."
 
Jason shook his head.
 
"The important thing is, you've got something in your genes --
your heredity -- that can make people resistant to radiation
poisoning. You know that children inherit traits from their
parents?"
 
Jason nodded. How much of an idiot did this guy think he was?
 
"It's kind of like blue eyes!" he said. "You know how sometimes
two people with brown eyes have a blue-eyed child?"
 
Jason nodded. That he was familiar with.
 
"But a lot of brown-eyed people could never have a blue-eyed
child no matter how many they had, even if they mated with a
blue-eyed person?
 
"Imagine a situation where blue eyes were incredibly rare. Almost
everyone is like that brown-eyed person who can never have a
blue-eyed child. Almost as rare as the blue eyes are people who
can have blue-eyed children. You and Donna are those people. You
don't have blue eyes yourselves, but your daughter does."
 
Jason kind of got it.
 
"We are very interested in you and Donna both having as many
children as you can. Unfortunately, Donna can only have about one
a year. We're going to try harvesting some of her eggs, but it
doesn't work so well. Nowhere near as well as on earth.
 
"You, on the other hand, can have children. Lots and lots of
children. Have you heard of artificial insemination?"
 
Jason got a puzzled look. It sounded familiar.
 
"It's where we take that sperm -- the stuff you ejaculate -- and
divide it into little tiny blobs and inject it into women. At
least that's the way we'd do it with you and girls and women who
can get pregnant easily. But the sad fact is that artificial
insemination doesn't work here in space -- or at least not on
this ship, in this space, right now. We don't know why.
 
"So it seems that the way for you to have lots of children is the
way you were doing it last time you were up. The old-fashioned
way. But it isn't too bad, right? You didn't mind?"
 
Jason grinned.
 
"This gene is so important that if we could, we'd have you father
every single baby we make aboard ship from now on. We probably
can't quite pull that off, but we're going to try -- or I should
say, mostly, you're going to try -- um, if you're willing."
 
Jason decided to try his hand at genetics. "So Donna and I will
try to have more kids, right?"
 
"Absolutely."
 
"But unless there happens to be another woman like Donna on
board, we won't get any others, will we? I mean, it's not very
likely, is it?"
 
Dr. Morgan smiled. "Very reasonable conclusion. But the outlook
is much rosier than that. Because even if there's no one else on
board like Donna, and even if Donna died tomorrow, half of your
children will be people who are like you and Donna who can
themselves have those radiation-resistant babies a quarter of the
time."
 
"A quarter?"
 
Dr. Morgan waved his hand. "The exact numbers aren't important.
But the point is that somewhere between an eighth and a quarter
of your grandchildren will be those special people like your
daughter, even if there was no Donna."
 
"But I thought Donna was half of the reason we could make that
daughter."
 
"That's true," he said. "Donna was most vital for letting us
discover what you have. But she's not vital to making more."
 
Jason shrugged.
 
"In any case," Dr. Morgan said, rising. He leered and said, "Time
to get fucking, my boy!" Perhaps realizing he should retain some
professionalism, he said, "I should say, time to start
inseminating fertile females."
 
Jason remembered how a handshake went, and reached out his hand.
 
Dr. Morgan took it and smiled.
 
"Now, if you ever need anything, if you have any questions, use
this email ID," he said, handing Jason a card. "The robots and
relevant people will know to let you have anything you need, but
sometimes things don't go according to plan. You can also punch
this code," he said, pointing to a series of four numbers on the
card, "on any of the communication pads and you will get
attention -- fast."
 
There were little numeric pads built into the walls in various
places, including one in each room, but he had never thought they
had any relevance to him.
 
"Where would you guess your first stop should be?" he asked.
 
"Donna?"
 
Dr. Morgan smiled.
 
But then Jason paused. "What about Sally? I want to see Sally."
 
Dr. Morgan's smile vanished.
 
"Ah, Sally, Sally. You think she's wonderful, don't you..."
 
"She is wonderful."
 
"OK, sure, she is wonderful. Here's the problem. Do you remember
how just before she went to sleep Sally was telling you not to
have sex with those girls who were watching? And how you felt
guilty about it?
 
"Yeah," he said.
 
"That's totally natural -- part of being human. The problem is,
we need you to be fully interested in having sex with as many
women as possible, without guilt, without any hindrance. We're
worried that if you see Sally, those old concerns will come
back."
 
Jason thought. "OK," he said, "but if I'm pissed off because
you're not letting me see Sally, I'll be even less effective at
fathering babies, don't you think?"
 
Dr. Morgan sighed. "Yes, yes, of course." He stroked his chin.
"How about tomorrow? You can see Sally tomorrow?"
 
"OK," Jason said.
 
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Jason paid a visit to the nursery -- two separate ones, actually,
because for whatever reason of organization and efficiency his
mothers were in different groups.
 
Six mothers introduced him to their joint daughter. He joked with
the mothers about the one matter-of-fact sex act that had
conceived their child. He held the babies, and looked into their
eyes as they looked into his. It was a sweet and tender moment.
Flesh of his flesh. Now his job was to make more of them.
 
He would meet his seventh daughter the next day when he met
Sally. The last one of the six was Donna and her baby Eve.
 
"So this is the girl who will change the world," he said.
 
"Yeah, this is her. Isn't she adorable?"
 
"Yes, she really is. She doesn't look any different from the
others, though, do you think?"
 
"What do you mean she's not different? She's the most beautiful
of all!"
 
"Well, yes, I can see that -- she really is!" he said, savvy
enough to know why she was upset. "She just doesn't look, well --
strange, if you know what I mean."
 
"No, of course not. She's special in her chemicals, not the rest
of her."
 
"Guess so."
 
He held the dear little thing. This was the incredibly rare baby
who was resistant to radiation poisoning. He wasn't resistant,
but he was the most important person on the ship, not her.
Sometimes he got why that was, and other times the understanding
vanished.
 
"We're supposed to make another one," Jason said, looking at her.
 
"Yeah, and I hope it can be a little nicer than before!" she
said.
 
"Sure," he said. "It was my first time, so I was totally
clueless." After a pause, "Guess I knew enough to make you
pregnant, though."
 
"Instinct. Like any male animal. You got the sticky stuff in my
wet stuff, and that's all it takes."
 
"You're making me hard," he said.
 
"It is the right time of month," she reflected, looking down.
 
"Huh, I guess Dr. Morgan knew that or he wouldn't have suggested
I come here first?"
 
"That's creepy."
 
"Yeah." He continued with a smoky tone, "So, where should we go
so I can make love with you?"
 
She looked at him, "Make love? Hey, don't overdo it!"
 
They both laughed, and he felt relieved.

Their eyes met and the laughter died. "Now?" she asked.

"OK," he asked. "Guess we've got to find a room."

Donna asked a robot in the next room as she handed her baby off
to his care, and the answer was quick. The top of a pair of those
small mating rooms was free right around the corner.

The two 14-year-olds climbed in and shut the door behind them.
They stripped without fanfare and turned to each other as they
lay on the bed. Jason's penis was hard in anticipation of fucking
this hot girl.

He nudged her legs apart with his hand, reaching in to rub as he
had been taught.

She smiled, but after a moment took his hand and held it still.
"You're the father of my baby," she said earnestly. "That's
special."

"Yeah, it is," he said. It was true, of course, but it seemed to
mean more to her than him.

"And you'll be the father of my next one too..." She thought a
moment. "We ought to get married!"

"Ummmm," said Jason. They both knew enough from their lessons to
know about monogamy. "I'm going to be sleeping around."

She laughed. "OK, yeah, you're not a very good catch." He knew
she was joking, but there was something wistful in her tone as
well.

"So, back to making another baby?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said. Still holding his hand, she took a couple
fingers and rubbed them a little slower than before in a slightly
different place. Then she let go and he kept up the motion she
had showed him.

He wanted to roll onto her and stick his penis up inside her, but
needed to wait for her to get ready. He looked at her from time
to time with a significant expression, but mostly he looked down
below where he was rubbing. She closed her eyes and began
breathing a little faster.

"OK," she said at last, lying back and spreading her legs wide.

He got into position above her, she spread her lips, and he
pushed in. When they were fully engaged, he lay down on her,
holding himself up enough not to crush her, but lay his head
beside hers on the mattress and looked away. He was tired of this
significant glances business.

But unlike their first encounter, he didn't spurt right away. He
kept up his thrusting for several minutes. It felt really good,
and she was panting and moaning too. No harm in holding a
reasonable length of time to see if she could have an orgasm. But
he was only going to wait so long.

A minute later she moaned and shivered and said, "Yes!"

With the girl satisfied, he just concentrated on his own fuck
strokes, getting more pleasure with each thrust, the pleasure
building and building.

"Aaaaah, Mmmmm," he said. "Have ... a .... BABY!" he moaned as he
splatted her innards for the second time.

He got dressed without looking at her, and she shortly followed
his lead.

"I hope we made another special baby," he said.

"Yeah, me too," she said, stroking his face with her hand.

He patted it and removed it, then took off.

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He exercised, then turned to his computer and read some stuff
before playing a few games.

The message came up on his screen. "Can you meet Linda in room
181 at 7pm?"

"OK," he typed. The map showed him exactly where room 181 was.

"Hi," he said as he joined her and shut the door behind him. She
really wasn't such an attractive girl, at least she wasn't his
type. But she had breasts and hips and a hairy mound which
promised that a warm and welcoming vagina could be found just
below.

"It's my first time!" she said. "And we're going to make a baby!"

"Yeah, that's the plan."

He rubbed her between the legs. He could feel that significant
look she kept giving him, making it clear that she thought what
they were doing was Very Important. He didn't hold her gaze,
though. He loved fucking these girls; he'd never tire of that.
But it was just fucking and fathering children. He was weary of
girls thinking this was all very special. As the minutes went by
and she gave no sign of feeling aroused, he found he was getting
bored, and he sighed.

She sighed too. "Oh, OK, go ahead and do it," obviously
disappointed.

He turned over onto her and fingered the opening of the promised
tunnel. His fingers may not have gotten her to sigh and moan at
all, but they had succeeded in making her very wet just inside
her lips. That was what mattered most to him, and he dove in. He
looked at the spot where his prong disappeared inside her body.
That was sexy and a far better thing to look at than her face
that was Seeking a Significant Connection. He didn't hold back,
but since he had just come in Donna less than six hours before,
he wasn't on a hair trigger. Still, in a couple minutes he
pressed within and felt his pleasure as the ejaculation process
unfolded.

He rested just a minute before putting himself together and
walking out. Back to that game on the computer that he had saved.

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He met Sally and her daughter in one of the little "fucking
rooms".

"Sally!" he said.

"Jason!" she replied. "Isn't she beautiful? Molly? Your
daughter?"

"Yeah, she's very cute." He had seen little baby girls all his
life as he spent his hours holding them and rocking them. He had
already met his other daughters, and that magic feeling of
beholding his very own offspring was fading.

"I'm trying to see if she looks like you. I think I can see it
around the eyes."

Jason couldn't see anything other than a baby face. "So how are
you? Other than the baby?"

She looked up as if returning from a distant planet. "Oh, I'm
fine."

"Did you miss me?"

"Yes, yes, of course. But I went to sleep pretty much right after
I saw you last, and when I woke up I was in labor. And since then
-- well, she is awfully cute, don't you think?"

"I've missed you Sally. I was hoping we could sleep together at
night again like we did the night before you left."

"Oh, I guess, but I have to keep waking up to feed Molly." The
little girl wasn't even four weeks old.

"I don't care."

"It's awfully crowded in one of those bunks."

It was time to spring the news about how very important he was.

"I think I could get us a bigger bed. You know why?"

"Yeah, they came to see me last night."

"They did?" He had hoped he could be the one to break the news.

"Yeah, they talked about how special you are, and how much
they're counting on you to make lots and lots of girls pregnant."

"But I still want to sleep with you."

"It's not going to work, Jason, don't you see? I have this baby
who is the love of my life now, and you're going to be doing it
with lots and lots of other girls. We had a nice little thing
before, and I do like you a lot -- really, I do! But maybe we've
moved past that."

Jason was annoyed. Sally had lost her feeling for him so fast? "I
want to have sex," he said bluntly. As a male he was interested
in sex most of the time, but his interest increased when the
status of his "relationship" was murky. The lesson built into his
genetic code was: even if she's leaving, try to leave her
pregnant. He wasn't consciously aware of that rationale, but he
really wanted to do it with her.

"Oh," she said. "I don't think I'm fertile, and you're supposed
to be saving your sperm for fertile girls."

"I don't care. I want to do it with you."

"I guess... Molly's going to want to nurse pretty soon."

"No, I want to do it with you now. Right now!" He was becoming
animated.

"Umm, maybe I should take Molly back to the nursery first."

"No, she's young, she'll never know anything. See, she's
sleeping."

"I don't know, Jason..."

He was done talking. He tugged hard at Sally's shorts.

"I don't know..." she said.

"Take them off! Now!" he said.

Sally looked at him, startled, then hastily took off her lower
garments and laid herself out, gently putting little Molly at the
top of the bed out of their way.

Jason was angry. He wanted to get his cock in her and shaft her,
ream her, fuck her. He didn't bother to rub, and she wasn't very
wet. But he still managed to get his cock up her pussy and began
fucking away. She lay impassive beneath him. After a minute of
very hard strokes, looking at nothing but her twat, he came,
splatting her innards with his stuff.

"Goodbye," he said, pulling out and dressing quickly.

"See you, Jason," Sally answered, obviously relieved that he was
done using her body for his selfish pleasure.

He felt a little remorse for being so insistent about sex, but he
certainly wasn't going to apologize.

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"What can I do for you, Jason?" asked Dr. Morgan. "How's it been
going?"

"It's OK, I guess."

"You've probably knocked up a couple more girls," he said.

Jason shrugged.

The doctor continued, "I hope you're not too upset about Sally."

"She told you about how that went?"

"We asked. She didn't say too much but she did say you were
interested in sleeping together and seemed disappointed when she
said she wasn't."

"You sure you didn't put her up to it?"

"Yes. We told her exactly what I told you, and maybe she
understood it a little better or at least agreed more. It is more
in line with her own feelings. She's naturally in love with
little Molly, and like a lot of women she has a hard time feeling
really close to a guy who is screwing around. And boy are you
screwing around." He smiled.

When Jason didn't say anything for a while, Dr. Morgan said, "So
what can I do for you today?"

"When I did Donna and that other girl, they made me feel kind of
guilty. They look at me meaningfully and want me to gaze back.
I'm sure they'd love to kiss if I was interested in it. But
Sally's the only one I want to kiss. The others -- I'm just
fucking them.

"You are a very sensitive boy to notice and care about how the
girls feel. A lot of guys would just ignore them."

Jason wasn't sure what to say.

"We'll give them a better idea of what to expect," he said. "This
ties in well with something I wanted to mention to you."

"Yeah?"

"Our girls and young women are mostly healthy, with fresh young
bodies that are designed to get pregnant easily. You make a
high-quality semen that is very good at making them pregnant. And
mostly they do. But we have some data on how we could get the
pregnancy rates even higher. Statistically significant, no less."

"Huh?"

"Ah, yes," the doctor laughed. "That just means that we're sure
about it and not just guessing. But you don't need to know all
the details.

"It's not just the semen that makes them pregnant, the sex act
itself is important. Back on earth artificial insemination worked
quite well, but it doesn't out here. The better the sex, the more
likely they are to conceive. But 'better' isn't what you might
think. It's not the kind of stuff girls want you to do. It's
other things -- things they don't like." The doctor listed some
things that surprised Jason, then said, "One is going so deep you
hit the end of her vagina. Judging from the records on you," he
said smiling and looking at the folder in front of him, "you're
almost always going to hit the deep end of the vagina. You've got
a nice long penis. It's thick, and that helps too, you know."

This was quite the speech to take in. His cock started stiffening
as he heard what the doctor wanted him to do to the girls, and it
stiffened further as he made kind remarks about its size.

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"Hi," she said with excitement as he entered. She had all her
clothes on -- T-shirt and shorts, presumably with panties
underneath -- the normal attire on the ship.

"Hi," he said. "Get those clothes off now, OK? I can't very well
fuck you with cloth in the way."

"Oh, OK," she said, perhaps a trifle disappointed.

"I suppose you've got a dry cunt instead of diddling yourself to
get wet?" he said wearily.

"Oh, no, I'm wet!" she said. "I did it a lot, but I just put my
clothes back on because I thought it might be fun for you."

"Well, it's not," he said, as her T-shirt came off last, leaving
her naked.

She had a warm bashful smile and looked down instead of meeting
his gaze.

"Here's the deal," he said. "Me Tarzan, you Jane. You got juicy
cunt. Me got big meat. Me stick meat in cunt, shoot you full of
jism and knock you up. Clear enough?"

"OK," she said, deflating a little.

"So spread 'em."

She lay on her back and spread her legs.

"Further... as far as you can... more."

"That's as far as they go!"

Jason lowered himself into position. Pulling down on her hips
with his hands, he forced her legs further apart with his knees.

"Ouch!"

"Oh, shut up," he said.

He found the approximate right place with his cock and shoved,
her pelvic opening funneling him to the right spot. It was hairy
and dry at first, and she winced. But he kept driving in, and
soon his cock found the liquid in the well, and sliding back and
forth pumped it out and spread it around the outer parts too so
he had a good smooth fuck.

The girl's eyes were watering.

He bit hard on one nipple and tasted a little blood in his mouth.

She stiffened but didn't cry out.

He fucked her in idle mode, just in and out a little, while he
took her neck with one hand and shoved her face into his
underarm.

"Jason!" she said.

"Take a deep whiff. Smells wonderful, doesn't it?" Part of his
regimen was not to bathe too often.

He then lowered himself on her, being sure that her chest took
his entire weight, lay with his head to the side, and growled
into her ear. "I'm gonna fuck you hard, you breeding bitch."

His hands now free, he worked them under her butt, one on each
side, and squeezed the flesh hard, pinching it. He also pressed
so his cock could burrow deep. He felt it press against the inner
end of her cunt.

"Ouch," she whined. "You're not being very nice."

"I'm not trying to be nice! I'm trying to fuck you pregnant. Now
shut up."

He bit her ear but didn't draw blood -- he didn't really like the
taste of blood.

Then he settled in for concentrating on the sensations on his
cock. Fertile girls had especially wet and welcoming cunts, and
his cock felt wonderful as her cunt caressed his shaft on every
stroke in and out.

He kept up a commentary with his mouth right at her ear, surely
louder than she would find comfortable. "Oh, good fuck, you've
got a great cunt... What's your name? Forget it, I don't give a
shit... Ah, feels great,... Unnnh, unnnh, mmmmm, fuck you, ah
shit, aaaahh, unnnhh, unnnhhh, yes, mmmmm, OOOOOHHHHH!" he
shouted and rammed his cock in as far as it could go. His cock
twitched and bulged as he surged his semen deep inside.

The girl shrieked and writhed from the sudden sharp pressure deep
inside, but she had nowhere to go, legs spread wider than they
were meant to go, big boy pressing her into the mattress and
making her gasp for breath. Her situation had some resemblance to
being a bug stuck on a pin.

But he rewarded her impudence by digging his fingernails hard
into her butt cheeks.

When his cock had oozed its last dribble up the girl's cunt, he
waited for the best of the warm pleasant glow to fade away, also
catching his breath.

Then he disengaged and rolled off her.

She lay there, stunned and gasping now she could finally get
enough air again.

He dressed and left without a word.

He was of course being crude and rough with her to up the chances
of her actually getting pregnant. Part of what helped the girls
get pregnant was if they didn't know that.

Now Jason could eat up, work out, and play on the computer before
sacking out. There'd be another girl in the morning. Or sometimes
old women -- like 25. He could tell as soon as his cock punctured
her whether she'd had a baby already or not. The ones who hadn't
gave a nicer grip, but they were all just fine.

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"Hello, Jason, I'm Dr. Janice Watkins."

Jason was lolling in his bunk after breakfast. He had turned down
his morning fuck.

"Hullo," he groaned.

"I'm an associate medical officer on the ship."

"What happened to Dr. Morgan?"

"Dr. Morgan went back into hibernation, so he'll be available in
later years without aging too much."

Dr. Watkins changed her tone. "You turned down your morning
insemination. The day before yesterday you turned down both of
them, and we figured you were just having an off day. But now
it's looking like a pattern so we thought we'd ask what was going
on."

"I'm tired of being a jerk. That one in the afternoon three days
ago? I left her sobbing."

"It's unfortunate, I know, but she's more likely to be pregnant."

"I *know* that," said Jason with some exasperation. "But she was
sobbing her heart out. I don't want to do that any more. And the
one yesterday afternoon? She was pissed off. I was afraid she was
going to hit me or something."

"Hmmmmm."

"Making a baby is supposed to be fun for the girl too," he said.
"Back in the old days when I was just starting out a fair number
of them seemed to like it; some had orgasms."

"You're saying you'd like the girls not to be complaining? We
could give them a sedative, I suppose, but that interferes with
their getting pregnant too."

"I don't want girls who are drugged -- I want girls who like it,
or at least don't mind."

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Jason entered the room. Staring him in the face was a naked girl,
butt up in the air and pointed towards him.

She turned her head and said, urgently, "Just jam your prong up
my cunt and fill it with sperm. I wanna have a baby!"

That was more like it!

It took maybe thirty seconds before he spasmed his junk in her
upper cunt. Pulling out, he said sincerely, "You've got a really
good-feeling cunt!"

"Thanks!" she said. "I loved getting fucked too."

He dressed and was out of the room, smiling.

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Dr. Watkins found him. "Is this working out better?" she asked.

"Much better!"

"You think you might be able to do three a day sometimes? We've
got girls coming in and out of their fertile periods, having to
wait another month because you're booked up."

"That would be fine," he said, imaging three butts with aromatic
dripping pussies presented to him each day instead of just two.

-----------------------------------------------------------

Three a day worked pretty well. The girls got themselves wet, and
he didn't even have to take off his T-shirt if he didn't want to.
He didn't really need to take off anything if he didn't feel like
it, just whip his dick out through his fly. But he usually
stripped from the waist down so he could get a good deep
penetration with flesh touching flesh on the outside as well as
inside.

He did some of the girls many times. If his sperm didn't take
root one month, it was time to try again a month later. Other
times they did get pregnant but had early miscarriages.

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When he was identified as the most important person on the ship,
Jason had been offered a room all his own. He had initially
enjoyed the luxury and privacy, but he felt lonely there. Then he
ordered up a room that was a little larger than the one he had
shared with his seven age-mates the first time he woke up
sexually mature. But he had only three people to share it with.
It felt luxurious.

First he chose girls to live with, but there was a problem. He
wanted to fuck them, and their inclination was to accept his
penis enthusiastically. But of course most of the time they
weren't fertile, so that was sperm wasted. The powers-that-be
then offered him some girls who wouldn't let him do them. But he
found that frustrating. No, it was better if the only females he
met were fertile ones that needed fucking.

Instead he took a couple boys as his roommates. Dr. Watkins
explained that this was a good thing, actually. Instinctively,
his body reacted to the competition around him by producing more
sperm. The three of them compared notes on their conquests.
Mostly he listened to them and said little himself. Dr. Watkins
told him a secret: while those boys had a chance to fuck lots of
girls, they never got to fuck one when she was fertile. Only
Jason's sperm was allowed in their pussies when it was time to
breed.

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"It's time for you to go back to sleep," said Dr. Watkins.

"Huh?" said Jason.

"Actually, now that you're fully grown up, it's going to be
deep-freeze instead of sleep."

"Are we running out of girls for me to knock up?"

"Not exactly running out, but they are running low. What we call
diminishing returns. You could keep knocking some up, but a lot
fewer. A great many are pregnant, and some of the others might
have fertility problems."

"Oh." Jason had woken up at age 13 for a couple months, but then
they had gotten him up four months later when they found out how
special he was. He was now 16 and had been breeding girls for two
years.

"We may need you for many years to come -- maybe a century. We
can't have you growing old on us, so the plan is to freeze you
and then wake you up now and then to fertilize a whole bunch more
of girls."

============================================================
CHAPTER 3
 
"Good morning, Jason," said the robot. "What would you like?"
 
He had a headache and he was groggy, but he managed to say,
"Sccccchhhh ... Sex!"
 
His long nap (two years, as he found out later) had made him
horny.
 
"Certainly, a female is waiting for you in room 241."
 
Jason stumbled into the hallway, his erection rising as he
thought about pussy. It didn't matter what pussy. Any wet opening
between a girl's legs, under that tuft of hair -- that would do
just fine.
 
In room 241, a female was waiting with legs spread wide and there
it was, the opening he was going to do it in. All he had to do
was open her lips -- not even that, she was doing it for him! His
tip pressed against the slick opening and slid in. As soon as his
tip felt the warmth, he started ejaculating. His inner workings
forced a little too much semen into each shot, so it was a little
painful shooting out. But it also felt more physically satisfying
than any orgasm in his life. When his penis stopped twitching, he
pulled out and noticed for the first time a few characteristics
of the owner of the cunt: short and a little heavy. Probably
about 21.

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Having emptied his balls once, he took the time to shower, dress,
eat, and wake up fully. He felt more alive than ever before.

Room 242 had a freckled redhead, kind of skinny. His cock was
hard and he had a simple primitive desire to ejaculate in her
cunt, but she stopped him.
 
"Can you slap me?" she asked.
 
"Huh?"
 
"Slap my face? Help me get pregnant?"
 
"Oh," he said. He was annoyed that she had delayed him in his
desire to fuck her, so he was glad to comply. He gave her a good
whack across the face.

She winced.

He liked the feeling, so he whacked her again harder and saw
blood on her cheek.

This time she looked at him in shock. "That's enough!" she said.
"Time for the fuck."

He gave her one more hearty slap before realizing what she was
offering him. The fuck. Yes, that was what he wanted to do most.

He got himself lined up, dove in, and with seconds found himself
shooting out gobs of sperm.

-----------------------------------------------------------

The rear end in front of him was plenty sexy, but he remembered
with some glee how the girls needed to be hurt.

He walloped her ass with his hand over and over.

"Shit!" the girl screeched and tried to get away.

He wrapped an arm around her stomach to hold her in place and
whacked her a few more times.

"Let me go!" she shrieked.

He ignored her plea, wrestled her until her butt was in front of
him and plunged in. Within seconds he was spurting. As his pulses
weakened and stopped he saw her breasts hanging down. He reached
around and took a nipple in his right hand and squeezed it hard
between his thumb and index finger -- with his nails. Blood
spurted out.

He didn't object when she broke away and cowered at the far end
of the room.

"That ought to make you pregnant," he said calmly as he dressed.

-----------------------------------------------------------

How was he going to hurt this one?

She was laid out on her back, legs spread wide.

He decided to put his hands right on her stomach, where it was
most squishy. Then after he had guided his cock into her opening,
he pushed down with his full weight.

"Shit!" the girl groaned, eyes wide with pain and fear. He jerked
down especially hard with his hands.

He could feel his cock pressing her tissues against his hand. He
ejaculated, feeling exquisite physical pleasure and also the
excitement of knowing she was probably getting pregnant. He also
found himself excited at her discomfort.
 
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"Uhhhh, Jason," said Dr. Watkins. "How's it going?"

"Just great, doctor, just great," he said.

"Your enthusiasm is nice, and it's great you're doing four girls
a day, but you've got to cut back on the things you do to hurt
them. That last one has some pretty serious internal injuries!"

He felt anger surge within. How dare this 'doctor' criticize him?

He looked her over. She was pretty old but plenty sexy. She
didn't have gray hair like that Dr. Morgan and her skin was
smooth. He wondered how her cunt would feel, and decided to find
out.

He grabbed the astonished doctor and slammed her face down on the
table in his room. His roommates were both out.

"Jason!" she said, astonished. Then in a firmer tone, "Jason, you
let me up right now!"

Why should he pay any attention to her? He was the most important
person on the ship, he wanted to fuck her, so he was going to do
it. It was pretty simple.

The young people on the ship had their uniform of shorts and
T-shirt, but Dr. Watkins wore pants and a sort of fancy jacket
over a long-sleeved shirt. He didn't give a shit about the shirt
and jacket, but the pants were in his way. He let go of her to
use both hands on her pants, and she began to get up. He slammed
her down onto the table again and growled, "Hold still!"

With her pants and panties out of the way, he moved in behind her
and did his thing. Her pussy was on the dry side, but he didn't
mind. The friction was all the greater and he spurted in seconds
and pulled out.

As he panted in satisfaction, Dr. Watkins slowly got upright and
pulled her pants back up, all the while with an eye on Jason to
make sure she wasn't displeasing him. She slipped out and hurried
off down the hall.

Shortly a muscular young man he had never seen before came into
the cabin. He just introduced himself as Paul and said he'd be
staying there a while in place of one of the other boys.

Jason knew this new roommate had appeared in response to his
quick fuck of Dr. Watkins. No one needed to tell him that his
behavior would be under close scrutiny. Jason decided he'd better
cool it.

The next day, his four girls all came into his room one by one
and bent over the table to get their insemination. Paul lounged
in his bunk, watching. Jason and Paul both knew the deal without
saying a word. After depositing his precious bodily fluid, Jason
gave the first girl a modest spank, looking for Paul's reaction.
He gave a slightly harder one, and Paul hesitated. A bit harder,
and Paul frowned. So he found his limit.

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Jason woke in the night, confused and suddenly very sad. He
thought about all the pussies he had fucked. Why? He had thought
it felt good at the time, and he guessed it had, but he shuddered
to think how he had spanked them. He cried.

In the morning he woke, uncertain where he was. Who was that big
guy sleeping in the other bunk? Where were Katy and Leland and
Chen and the rest? The world didn't make any sense. He babbled.
The big guy woke and came cautiously to his bedside.

He managed to drink something. He had to pee but couldn't think
where he was supposed to do that. The sink looked like a
reasonable place, though as his stream splashed onto the steel
something didn't seem quite right. He slept again.

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"Jason, Jason," the voice said softly.

He woke and groggily opened an eye. That was someone he
recognized! Sally!

"How are you, Jason?"

How was he? Jason didn't know what to say. That in itself was
disconcerting.

"You remember me? You remember my name?"

Jason nodded. "Sally."

She smiled at him, then reached out a hand and tenderly stroked
his cheek.

He felt a flood of emotion. Sally! He loved Sally!

He slowly got out of bed. That big guy was leaning against the
opposite wall with his arms folded.

But Sally was right there in front of him, and she put her arms
around him, resting her head against his chest. He enfolded her
in his own arms and they hugged. He felt warm and safe.

The table in the middle of the room had been replaced with a bed.
He sat on the side of the bed and ate while Sally kept her arm
around him.

Then he lay on the bed and Sally lay behind him, spooned against
him.

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When he woke again he felt a rush of anxiety but calmed down when
he looked over his shoulder to find that the warm presence behind
him was Sally.

His penis was hard and he felt an itch. He remembered a sea of
girls and vaginas. He had been ejaculating constantly, and his
body seemed to be missing it. Sally was behind him, but he wasn't
interested in any vaginas. Experimentally, he reached into his
shorts and rubbed up and down, making his hand sort of like a
vagina. Within a few seconds he spurted, and found his hand
covered with a lot of sperm. He wiped it on his shorts and the
sheet to get the worst of it off.

A series of painful memories came back to him. He saw himself
spanking girls and seeing them flinch. He remembered pressing
hard into that girl's stomach and her expression of shock, fear,
and pain. And he remembered throwing what's-her-name the doctor
face down on the table and -- what was that word? And raping her.
He was mortified. What a horrible human being!

"Sally?" he said softly.

The girl was apparently sleeping lightly because she immediately
replied with, "Yes, Jason?"

He hear a rustling in the top bunk beside them and saw the large
man peer over the corner briefly.

"What happened, Sally?"

"I don't know, Jason. What do you remember?"

He recounted fairly accurately the story of his life from
childhood through to the present.

"That sounds right -- at least the parts I know," she said.

"But why was I so mean? And then why did I get so sad?"

Just then they heard a brief knock on the door before Dr. Watkins
entered. Jason remembered her name the instant he saw her, and
also remembered what he had done to her.

"I.. I'm so sorry... I" he began as he sat up and put his legs
over the side of the bed. Sally rose but sat with her legs curled
under her and leaned softly against Jason's back, chin on his
shoulder.

"Don't worry about it, Jason," said the doctor. "It really wasn't
your fault, or at least you have a good excuse. I owe you an
explanation."

Jason looked at her blankly.

"Do you remember everything that's happened?"

He felt Sally lift her head off his shoulder long enough to nod.

"He does? Good." Then she addressed him. "Before we put you into
deep freeze, you were mating frequently and doing a good job. But
the pregnancy rates were off slightly. More to the point, we
looked ahead and thought of the number of young women who would
need impregnation... Everywhere we look on the planet it seems we
keep finding more radioactive rock and soil. We were hoping to
improve your sexual performance, so we gave you some hormones --
mostly testosterone -- to improve your sperm production and
increase your sex drive. That part of it seemed to be working
pretty well, but another effect of those hormones is to make men
more aggressive. And there it was pretty clear we had gone too
far. That's why you were violent with those girls and why you
raped me."

She said the last matter-of-factly.

"So then we had to stop the hormones, and apparently when they
drop off suddenly it makes men depressed and in your case it also
caused you to lose your mind briefly."

Jason felt a surge of resentment, though it was nothing like the
anger he would have felt a few days before. "So you've been using
me, kind of like a lab rat."

"There is that side to it, and for that we apologize. However, as
you know, the success of the expedition on humanity's second home
depends on you to a considerable extent. Also, we thought you
would on the whole enjoy it."

Jason recalled how wonderful those orgasms had felt, and the
sense of supreme confidence he had felt -- for instance while
raping the good doctor.

"OK," he sighed. "And when I was losing my mind, you got Sally
for me."

"We woke her up specially for you."

"I'm four months pregnant," she said.

"But it's not my baby."

"No."

The doctor said, "We would have loved for you to start Sally's
next baby, but because of your emotional history with her, it
seemed unwise."

"You can start my next one when it's time," Sally said, giggling
and kissing his cheek.

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Sally and Dr. Watkins decided Jason was no longer physically
dangerous and dismissed Paul. The other roommates also moved out,
leaving Sally and Jason alone. The robots removed the bunks and
shrank the room somewhat. Sally and Jason were left with
something a little bigger than a mating room: It had an aisle on
one side of the bed and you could stand up straight.

They ate their midday meal sitting on the side of the bed.

"So, you're being nice to me because they told you to?" Jason
asked.

"No," said Sally. "I've missed you."

"Sorry about that last time... I wasn't very nice to you."

"I understand. You were angry." She smiled and said, "Compared to
how Leland roughed me up, it was nothing."

Jason felt a surge of anger at Leland. Where was that bugger?
"Leland hurt you?"

"Just enough to help me get get pregnant. It was nothing."

"It's Leland's baby?" he asked, looking at her flat stomach.

She nodded and thought a moment, then took both his hands:

"I like you," she said. "We grew up together and had our little
romantic fling. But I've been reading and we girls discuss it.
Humans aren't supposed to live like we usually do. There's
supposed to be one man per woman, and they're supposed to get to
sleep together every night and raise their children together as a
little family, all living in one place without anyone else."

Jason felt a little something shift inside him. Something felt a
little better.

"So now we can do that, right? Sleep together every night?"

"If you want to, yes. That would be wonderful," Sally said. "I'll
be so lucky."

"And these couples have sex with each other."

"Whenever they want. And the man doesn't have sex with anyone
else, because there are as many men as women."

For a moment Jason thought that was unfortunate, but then he
decided he liked it. He'd had enough of fucking endless anonymous
pussies.

He took Sally gently by the shoulders and kissed her. She
returned his kisses hungrily, and within two minutes they were
fucking away. It felt so right to Jason. He was having sex with
his one girl. He loved seeing the pleasure in her face as it
built and built along with his. He spurted into her and she
moaned and shuddered with her own orgasm.

They played on their computers, chatted and ate.

A couple hours later Jason's passion flamed and they made love
again.

As they settled down for the night, he was interested again.
Sally hesitated. "I'm not sure just how much of this I'm up for,"
she said.

Jason looked at her hungrily.

"OK," she sighed. She smiled up at him as he took his pleasure
with her, but she didn't respond herself.

He woke in the middle of the night, eager for Sally's body. But
he remembered what she had said and decided not to wake her up.
In the morning she would be interested, certainly. But she
wasn't.

"No, Jason, I just don't want to."

"It won't take long," Jason said. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"No, but I really don't want to. That's also common in normal
communities -- the men don't get as much sex as they want because
the women aren't interested as much. Especially when they're
pregnant."

For the first time in his life, Jason was with an attractive
female he wanted to fuck and he wasn't going to get to.

"There are lots of girls who need to get pregnant," she said
gently. Their computer tablets had conveyed that to both of them.

"I don't want to do that any more," he said.

"Oh," she said. "The robots won't like that."

"I don't care."

Sally would only let him have sex every other day, and even that,
she made clear, was for his sake and not because she felt any
passion.

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"They want us to go to the nursery," Sally said. "Will you go
with me?"

"It's just a ploy to get me to start fucking strange girls
again," Jason said.

"I have a hunch you're right, but there are still lots of cute
kids there."

The older children who were taking care of the nursery just then
didn't react much to their visit, but the little ones were happy
to see new faces. The robots cheerfully explained for each one
who the parents were. Three-quarters of them were Jason's. He had
a sea of daughters and a few sons. He held the younger ones in
his arms, and the slightly older ones crawled all over him.

"Where's Molly?" Jason asked.

Sally grew somber. "She's around somewhere, but I try not to
visit her much."

"Why not?"

"It's too painful. I went back to sleep when she was three months
old and I was pregnant with my second one. When I woke up with my
newborn Molly didn't really know me, and I couldn't connect the
one-year-old with the three-month-old I knew when I went to
sleep. So I had them put me to sleep for nursing the second one
so that wouldn't happen again."

"Nursing in your sleep?"

"Yeah, a lot of the girls do it. I named my second daughter
Vanessa, but I've never seen her since she was a newborn. She
sucked on my breasts for the usual three months, but I was asleep
the whole time so I wouldn't bond with her. The robots love it
when we decide to do it that way, too, because we're not
metabolizing as much when we're asleep, even though we're making
lots of milk."

"Geez, I sure have a lot of kids," Jason said as two of his
daughters squabbled. They pushed each other as both sought the
center of Jason's lap.

"Don't you want some more?" Sally asked.

"They're great, but it seems like an awful lot already."

When they got back to their room, Sally read her computer tablet
and looked surprised. "Huh, that's an interesting idea," she
said, smiling.

"What?"

"You'll see."

There was a knock on the door and a girl came in. Jason had to
admit she was gorgeous -- smooth perfect skin, wide-set blue
eyes, breasts and hips but not too much. She looked down shyly
and sat on the bed.

"I don't want to have sex with her," Jason said to Sally.

"No offense," he added to the gorgeous thing.

"No problem," she said softly.

Sally kissed Jason tenderly, not something she had offered him
much lately. She stripped and suggested he strip too. So did the
girl, though she sat some distance away and didn't look at them.
Sally put Jason's hand on her breast, starting to enlarge because
of her pregnancy. Jason's erection was hard, his passion for
Sally awakened.

"OK, now we do it," said Sally to the girl.

The girl assumed a doggy position in the middle of the bed. Sally
then sat on her rear end facing to the rear.

"You OK?" she asked over her shoulder.

"Mmmhmmm," said the girl.

Sally sat up straight with her legs wide apart, which opened her
pussy a little. She motioned Jason to come near and she kissed
him as he knelt.

Sally then directed Jason's attention below and spoke.

"Jason, here's my pussy, the one you love to get into so much.
But my belly is already full of a baby and I'm not so interested
in getting a penis and sperm these days."

Jason could tell this was a trick, but he decided to let his
beloved make her case.

She then stroked her hands over the rear end of the girl she was
riding backwards. Her fingers met between the girl's legs and she
gently spread her lips to reveal a well-lubricated vulva with a
vaginal opening plainly visible.

"But here's a vagina that's never had a penis in it before. She's
a fertile girl, and a little sperm deposited up inside will make
her pregnant." Turning over her shoulder, she said, 'Would you
like that?"

"Yes, very much," replied the sweet young thing.

"Would you like Jason's penis to press into your vagina?"

"Yes, please."

"And ejaculate there?"

"Yes, I would."

"Are you very sure?"

"Yes, very very sure," said the gorgeous young thing politely.

Sally put her hands on Jason's shoulders and looked at him
earnestly. "You know the doctors would love you to do it.
Humanity would like you to do it. I'd love you to do it. This
girl would love you to do it. I think it would feel good to you."

When she put it that way...

Sally pulled Jason's butt in a little towards them while she
aimed his cock at the virginal, fertile and eager vagina. She
spread the lips and rested his tip in the warm, wet flesh just
outside the vaginal opening.

"Push in, honey, for me -- please?" Sally asked.

He pushed, and the virgin's sheath opened to accommodate his
timid intrusion. He felt the difference. Sally's vagina when she
made it available to him these days was wet and smooth, plenty
adequate for his pleasure. But in a sense it was just humoring
him. Sex helped keep him bonded to Sally and kept him happy, but
it was sort of play-acting.

This girl's vagina was totally different. The wet, hot stickiness
was eager and earnest, it gripped him hungrily, and a slightly
grainy quality demanded his attention and further intrusion. The
girl's entire reproductive future rested on her vagina's ability
to convince his penis to disgorge sperm inside.

He kept sliding in. The girl herself made a plaintive "Mmmmmm"
sound, then his penis naturally slid back out partway.

His Sally was looking at him tenderly and smiling. "Mmm-hmmm,"
she coaxed. "Again," she whispered, pulling him in towards her
with her hands behind his butt.

Jason's body was churning down below. The girl's vagina was
caressing his penis with a virginal, fertile, urgent friction.

Sally must have picked up on Jason's state. She grabbed Jason's
butt more firmly and pulled it towards her firmly. "Let it
happen, sweetie!" she whispered.

With everything emotional and physical lined up in harmony, all
pointed the same way, his penis swelled and sperm gushed into the
girl. He gasped at the perfection of the overall experience,
including at its core the heavenly ecstasy of impregnating
orgasm.

When his spurts died down he pulled out and collapsed back and to
the side, landing heavily in a sitting position.

Sally got up off the girl, who solemnly stood and began dressing.

'Wait," he said to her and scooted over to sit in front of her.
He gently stroked her hair with his left hand. He had a strong
temptation to let his hand slide lower, over that perfect breast,
stomach... But that was what he didn't want to do. Not doing that
was what he owed to Sally. "OK," he said reluctantly.

"Thank you for making me pregnant," she said almost reverently,
then dressed and left.

Sally looked at Jason warmly. "How was that?"

"OK," said Jason, trying to sound nonchalant but failing
miserably. "Fantastic," he corrected himself, and they both
laughed.

"Hug me, kiss me, talk to me, hold me at night -- but put the
sperm into girls who can make good use of it," she said.

"OK," he smiled.

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Jason and Sally embraced outside the door. The hug was more than
a little awkward over Sally's huge belly.

"Have a good time, honey -- but not too good."

"Of course, Sally. I'm always thinking of you."

"See you tomorrow."

They exchanged a kiss.

Then he entered the room and shut the door behind him. The room
featured a king size bed and a tiny aisle. There on the bed were
four naked girls. Jason rapidly stripped to match their wardrobe.
His cock grew.

He knew he had already fathered a child with two of them, one of
the others had had a child by another man, and the fourth had
never conceived so far. Ordinarily the four of them shared a
room, so they all cycled together, and they were presently all
fertile. Jason had twenty-four hours to impregnate them. Instead
of four separate orchestrated brief fucks from the rear, there
was more room here for playfulness, conversation and sexual fun.

"Look at it," said June to Amy, pointing to Jason's cock.

"Wud iz it?" said Amy playfully, pretending to be a much younger
girl.

"It's a penis."

"Wuzzit do?"

"It makes babies."

"How?"

"You watch later, you'll see."

"Ah, my gorgeous young ladies," said Jason. "I'd be happy to make
an exploratory expedition into any wet caves that might present
themselves."

The four looked at each other excitedly. Hands descended between
legs and little rhythmic motions were accompanied by earnest,
longing glances at Jason's penis, which itself came to peak
hardness watching the display the girls were putting on.

Soon all four girls lay back, legs spread wide.

"Not that way," he said. "Not yet. That's too... intimate. Butts
up in the air."

The four rearranged themselves.

"Mmmm, very nice," Jason said as his cock slid into Amy's pussy.
"Wet, tight, but not painfully so. Give me a squeeze... yes,
moderate squeeze. And let's see... pretty short. Good cunt."

"Jason!" said Joan. "You used a dirty word!"

"Bwahahaaaa," he said, and they all giggled.

"Mmmmm, not bad at all," he said as his cock slid into Joan.
"Kind of loose in the upper part, but ... ooooo, that's nice...
the cervix is very definite and gives a good kiss to my cock
tip."

"You've never had a baby, I can tell," Jason said as he explored
Belle's depths. "You're firm and tight all the way up. Very even
pressure, a little rough. I'd better not stay in here too long or
I'll come too soon... Give me a squeeze... Is that all you got?
Oh well, you don't need one."

June's pussy was entirely average. He couldn't think of much to
say about it. Of course an average vagina was a very exciting
organ, more than adequate for inducing great pleasure and an
impregnating ejaculation.

"OK, boob contest!" he announced. "I lie here on my back, and you
dangle your boobs over my mouth so I can suck them one by one."
All of the nipples were entirely adequate. Belle's were much
smaller, of course, as she had never nursed a baby. The fact that
Joan's breasts were kind of big and heavy was a curiosity, but he
found it neither especially exciting nor a turnoff.

The girls assumed a configuration Jason had never heard of
before. Belle and Joan lay on their backs a couple feet apart,
parallel but in opposite directions. Amy and June lay crosswise
face down. Each girl's pussy had a mouth to lick it, and the
licking began. Mouths moaned as they licked; hips writhed.

Jason decided it was time. Nudging the other girls out of the
way, he slid his cock into Belle's very wet pussy and began a
classic fuck, with long slow strokes. The girl was so excited
from the tongue she had just been receiving that she came within
a minute.

The other three girls watched cock flash in and out of vagina,
something they had never actually seen before -- something very
exciting. Jason didn't linger too long before blasting the
nullipara's smooth, uniform cunt with a load of juicy sperm. He'd
make her into a primipara and in due time a multipara.

After he pulled out the other three set upon Belle. Joan slapped
her face, Amy yanked her hair, and June bounced up and down on
her stomach.

"You guys!" shouted Belle.

"OK, that's enough," said Amy with a broad smile.

Jason was relieved by this adjustment. The girls got to dish out
their own rough stuff to each other, saving him the need.

After some lazing around, Jason had the three without sperm
teeming in their vaginas line up in missionary position, and he
fucked each one slowly, appreciating the tender attention of each
pussy. He moved from one to the next, over and over, getting more
excited each time. He finally let loose in June, plastering her
with the stuff of life. He rolled off and turned away from her,
happy to bask in his hazy pleasure and miss whatever form of
torment the other three inflicted on her as his cock slowly
shrank.

After a couple hours of further conversation and some supper, he
lay on his back and invited the girls to give each other riding
lessons. He thoroughly enjoyed pussy clinches as each girl
bounced up and down, each treating herself to an orgasm. They
commented on each other's technique and found some new things to
try.

Jason fell asleep in a delicious tangle of nubile girl. After
they woke and had breakfast, Joan got on her hands and knees and
presented her butt to Jason, wiggling it back and forth
seductively. He ignored her for a while, then decided that if she
felt like she was in heat, he'd respect that and respond
accordingly.

He rather unceremoniously grabbed her butt, slid his dick home,
and gave her a wild, fast fucking, touching each time against
that luscious little cervix before coating it with a copious dose
of sticky sperm.

He made Amy into a marathon. He covered her in missionary
position and slid in and out for forty-five minutes. Mostly he
kept the pace slow, though he sped up twice in the middle to send
the itching girl over the edge into orgasm before returning to a
meditative screwing rhythm. He picked up his pace to send her to
a third orgasm, and this time he tacked on a frantic coda of his
own and fertilized the fourth of his young beauties. The others
nudged him off gently so they could bite the girl's nipples, give
her an Indian sunburn, and squish her stomach.

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CHAPTER 4

"Good morning, are you feeling rested, Jason?" asked Dr. Watkins.

"Better now." He had worked off his post-thawing horniness with
Sally, wasting precious semen to preserve and strengthen the
partnership that anchored his emotional life.

"We debated about whether to tell you this, but we ultimately
thought we ought to. We realized that treating you with extra
testosterone and not telling you about it was at the least
disrespectful."

"I agree," he said, memories coming back to him that he would
rather not recover. "You got your comeuppance at the time, as I
recall," he said.

She tried to suppress her smile, but failed. "Actually," she
said, turning a little pink, "It was pretty hot." But she quickly
added in a louder voice, "Not that that is any invitation for a
repeat performance!"

Jason shrugged. So she hadn't really minded getting raped.
Whatever.

"How do you feel about incest?"

"Never thought about it much."

"Most of the girls we want you to have sex with this time while
you're awake are your own daughters. They're 13 and 14 years old
now."

Jason shook his head. He had been awake for perhaps a total of
two of those 13 years. "Wow."

"Now, of course these girls didn't grow up sitting on your lap
and calling you 'daddy'. Under the special circumstances we are
under, it makes total sense. Roughly half of them should be like
you -- carriers of the gene for radiation resistance. So we're
eager to see if their sons and daughters will be like Eve. Half
of your sons should also be able to do the job, too, but since we
don't know which ones in advance, you are still the preferred
father." The doctor paused. "Do you feel burdened by the need to
father so many children, to have so much sex? Or is it --
pleasant?"

Jason considered a moment and smiled. "It's pleasant. Very
pleasant."

The doctor smiled back. "There's one very special girl in this
mix, of course, and that's Eve. She knows she's the one, but it
doesn't mean much to her really. She doesn't feel any different,
and the kids treat her the same."

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The four girls appeared one after the other in quick succession.

"Hi daddy!" said one.

"Hey there, father," said the next.

"Yeah, hi dad!" said the third.

"You wanna fuck your daughters? Unnh! Unnh! Unnh!"

All four laughed.

"I'm Eve," said the first. "The most important girl on the ship,
I'll have you know -- No, in the universe!"

"So, you're Eve," Jason said with tenderness. "All grown up..."

"See my fluorescent purple stripes?" she said, holding out arms
and legs that looked ordinary in every respect.

Jason motioned her over in front of him as he sat on the bed.
With a look of wonder he stroked her hair and caressed her cheek,
then took each hand in his in turn and caressed them too. "I know
you don't feel special, but you're very special to me. You're the
reason they have me fathering children constantly. I... was very
lucky you came along -- even though you didn't actually DO
anything."

She shrugged. "Guess so." Then she changed the subject. "Now
you've got four virgins with wet pussies but conveniently without
troublesome hymens."

Jason had requested for some time that virgins get rid of their
hymens first. He didn't like the blood and pain.

Looking around the room, he said, "I can see the resemblance with
you two," he said, pointing.

Despite their crude talk and laughter, all four were obviously
nervous about having sex for the first time. Jason tried to be
respectful of what was at an important level a momentous occasion
for them. Their nervousness became apparent when it finally came
time to watch a penis zoom in between their legs.

He naturally ejaculated in Eve first, wanting to give her the
biggest dose of sperm. His orgasm physically felt just as good as
ever, but not noticeably better. Psychologically he felt a little
pang of tenderness reflecting that she was his daughter. When
parental feeling really struck him was when the other three
started slapping and pummeling her. He felt a surge of protective
anger, but he suppressed it successfully. He felt the same thing
each time he seeded one of his girls. He turned away so he didn't
have to see, but he still heard three of his daughters beating on
the fourth one.

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Years passed.

"Good morning, Jason, how are you feeling?" asked the robot.

"Jssshhhhh," He coughed. "Ffffff", he said, then gagged briefly.
"Neffer been bedder."

"We are very near the end of our voyage. Life support and space
are at a premium as never before. Nevertheless, there are a
number of your daughters who need impregnating in our quest for
more radiation-resistant people. Life support is precious enough
that we are hoping not to wake up Sally at this time, and no
shower is available. We have a plan that I am sure you will not
find ideal, but we hope you will fulfill your duty to the
expedition and all humanity."

"Give me a second," Jason said, and the robot stopped talking.

He sat up in his pod. He raised his arms to stretch but they hit
the ceiling. The side and top of his pod were gone, as usual
during a waking period. But the rest of the space was the size of
another pod next to his, similarly open. It was considerably
smaller than a mating room. At the far end, down about a foot,
was an open micro-bathroom, containing only a miniature toilet
and sink.

"Is this all the space there is?" he asked.

"I did say that space was at a premium, but there is a little
more. Let me introduce Rebecca. She has agreed to the plan."

At that it became apparent that what appeared to be a wall
opposite his space was actually a pod wall, and it was sliding
straight downward.

Lying on her side looking at him was a gorgeous girl of 13. She
was enough to start blood pulsing into his loins.

"So you see, there is a little more space."

"True, and another person to share it with."

"Do you mind?" the robot asked.

"No... not at all," he said, smiling at Rebecca.

She looked down bashfully and smiled back.

He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face as the robot
explained the plan.

Jason sighed. "OK, where is the first one?" he asked.

"We'll bring her to you," said the voice.

With that the center aisle slid away towards their heads, leaving
a space a foot deep. This confirmed his sense of the
configuration. What had just slid away was an empty capsule with
both sides and top missing. He and Rebecca and his "guests" would
occupy three capsules, side-by-side, but without walls to
separate them.

"Wait, I've got to take a leak," he said. He scrambled out of his
"bunk" to the toilet and relieved himself, back to Rebecca. He
didn't know if she was watching, but he kind of hoped so.

"OK, robot, how about some food and drink?"

"We will bring some with the first girl."

Jason returned to his bunk and the next capsule slid in. It had a
naked girl on it, turned on her stomach with butt up in the air.
Doggy position. She certainly hadn't assumed that position
herself, because she was asleep. Sound asleep. The capsule
clicked into position and all was silent.

Jason looked at the girl, whose head was turned to face Rebecca.
He reached out a hand and found her hair damp, her skin cool and
clammy. It occurred to him why the robots had summoned Rebecca
instead of Sally to help with this mission. Sally was attractive,
and he loved Sally, but he had also had sex with her many times.
Rebecca was gorgeous and new. He had never had her -- nobody had
ever had her, for that matter. The sexual hunger he felt for her
was intense -- perhaps intense enough to help him impregnate
semi-comatose rear ends.

He looked over at Rebecca. The expression on the face of the
wakeful, gorgeous girl was priceless: an earnest skeptical
surprise. Jason started laughing, quietly at first, then louder.
Rebecca looked at him and her smile verged into a weak laughter.

Jason shrugged out of his filthy shirt, shorts and underpants.
His cock was quite limp as he beheld his intended mate.

"Come here," he said softly to Rebecca, and she crawled to the
middle on hands and knees. She got his meaning as they leaned
over the sleeping girl for a kiss.

Rebecca looked delightfully embarrassed, but she quickly got the
hang of the kissing and sighed.

Jason's cock surged to full attention. It would be so wonderful
to crawl over his bargain basement sleeping beauty, enfold
Rebecca in his arms, coax her out of those shorts and panties...
but that wasn't the deal.

He broke the kiss and maneuvered behind the rear end. He explored
with his fingers. Her skin was quite cool to the touch, but as he
opened her pussy lips and explored, he found she was plenty warm
inside -- and pre-lubricated, as the robot had promised. Her lack
of sex appeal was only skin-deep. He tried to sidle up behind her
to mount her, but his head hit the ceiling and he had to bend it
sideways.

"Sorry, robot, I don't have enough space here. Not enough
headroom."

"Can't you manage?"

Jason had his limits.

"No, sorry."

"If we backed her up, could you stand in front of the toilet?"

"No, I don't want to mate standing three inches in front of a
toilet."

"What if we replaced that room with another the same size without
a toilet."

Jason spoke a little louder. "What I want, robot, is enough space
to kneel behind this girl I'm going to fuck, on the same mattress
as her, without bonking my head!"

"Very well," said the robot. "I'll see what can be arranged."
After a moment, it said, "Rebecca, do you feel he is making an
unreasonable request?"

Rebecca seemed startled at the question.

Jason put his hands together in prayer and turned to Rebecca,
pleading with his eyes.

The girl smiled at that, and said, "No, I think he has a very
good point."

"We will see what can be arranged," said the robot.

Jason returned to his own mattress. He heard distant whirring and
thumping, then some closer up, then some overhead. After a
minute, when it wasn't clear how long this was going to take, he
motioned Rebecca to meet him again leaning over the sleeping
girl's back and started kissing again. His flagging erection
surged back to life.

Then they felt the sleeping girl's pod sinking. It stopped moving
and all was still.

"Will that be satisfactory?" asked the robot.

The head end of the pod was lower by about two inches, the foot
end by about six.

Jason shook his head and worked his way down below the rear end
that jutted up. He could in fact hold himself in mating position
just barely brushing his head on the ceiling.

"I guess so," he said. With a glance at luscious Rebecca, he
opened the girl's cool pussy lips and slid his cock into her
warm, wet vagina. He gazed at the butt in front of him, but
mostly he looked at Rebecca, who was observing the proceedings
with interest.

It didn't take Jason long. In under a minute he surged up inside
the sleeping rear end and splattered her innards with his roiling
sperm.

He slid out, enjoying the aftermath of the mating, when Rebecca
moved in and shooed him back to his mattress.

Jason then watched as she whacked the girl on the butt hard,
several times, then moved up and knelt with her full weight on
the girl's back and yanked her hair hard.

Jason groaned and looked away.

"What?" asked Rebecca. "That's what I'm supposed to do."

"I'm sure it is," said Jason. "Just next time let me get to my
bed here, turn away, cover my ears and sing 'Mary Had a Little
Lamb' so I can pretend it's not happening."

"OK," said Rebecca. "It's not like I enjoy it," she said, though
she then paused and continued, "at least I don't think I do."

Jason hadn't touched the food or drink that came in with the
snoozing doggy in heat, and got the robot to send some in on an
empty capsule bed.

Jason then asked Rebecca about her life, and she came alive
recounting the details of rivalries and friendships among her
little group of girls. Jason tuned out but enjoyed her babble and
enthusiasm. Meanwhile his balls rested and recharged.

"OK, robot, next!" he said.

Another girl came in, one with notably bigger boobs and a pretty
big ass. Jason got in position below, though with a flagging
erection.

"Come here," he said to Rebecca. "Kneel up close," he said...
"Hold my shoulders."

With sexy young Rebecca near him like that, his cock reached
hardness and he plunged into the ample rear end. But orgasm
eluded him.

"Could you nibble my ear," he said, "and whisper that you'd
really like me to fuck this big girl's cunt and shoot her full of
sperm?"

"You want me to say *that*?" she asked in surprise.

"Yes!"

"OK," said Rebecca. She recited what he had said in the tone of
recounting a joke.

"No, like you meant it!" said Jason, orgasm seeming less likely.

"But... but I don't mean it."

"Huh? I thought you were with this program."

"I am... I just..." she said reluctantly.

Jason slid out of the girl entirely. "No, tell me, what's the
matter?"

"No, it's too embarrassing."

"Ah, c'mon, tell me. For the sake of the project!"

Rebecca sighed. "I have feelings too, you know!"

"I'm sure you do. What sort of feelings?"

"I'm not a little kid any more... When you kiss me like that, I
feel... very tingly."

"That's nice. When I'm finished with my quota, we can do it,
right?"

"I want to do it now!" Rebecca said hotly. "I don't want you
doing it to her. I want you doing it to me!"

"Oh, shit," said Jason, his heart racing and his cock at peak
hardness. "You're supposed to be the strong one -- the one who's
with the program!"

"I know," she moaned.

"I promise," he said, "that I will have sex with you when it's
time, and there's nothing I want to do more. But first, this
one!" he said, indicating the rear end in front of him.

Rebecca sighed. "OK." She leaned in as Jason slid into the
wide-assed bitch again.

"Jason, shoot your sperm up inside this girl's pussy. Please?
Fuck her deep. Just for me!" She was leaning against him, and at
that she leaned her pelvis in until her crotch touched his hip
firmly and she rocked it back and forth.

"Ohhh, mmmmm, uunnnnhhhh!" shouted Jason, shooting the booby
prize girl full of cream. Even with a wide ass, the sperm would
know just where to swim to do their job.

He pulled out and sat back on the edge of his bunk.

Rebecca looked forlorn and dazed.

"Don't you have a job to do?" asked Jason.

"Oh, yeah."

Jason turned away and sang, '... Everywhere that Mary went, the
lamb was sure to go. Mary had a little lamb, little lamb...'

Rebecca tapped him on the shoulder and he turned back. There were
fingernail marks down the sleeping girl's back, blood oozing out
in a few places.

"Oh! Guess you ought to try to cool it."

"It's maybe not so good to tell a girl to rough up someone she's
feeling mad at."

Jason grinned. "I see your point."

Jason managed five semi-comatose girls a day. The prospect of
Rebecca as his reward kept him motivated to keep up the pace. All
he had to do was 23. A total of 23 girls and then he could have
Rebecca.

As time went on, he needed more encouragement from Rebecca to
keep fertilizing the inert girls. He got her to take off her
shirt, which she did, blushing as Jason told her how beautiful
her breasts were. Then her shorts came off. His erection was
flagging as he humped one of the girls and he asked her if she'd
hold her panties out in front so he could see down inside. She'd
done it with a sexy smile and it had been enough to get him to
ejaculate strongly into the lump of ovulating female.

Now he was fucking number 16, kind of a scrawny thing, but like
the others she had a hot pussy inside.

Rebecca knelt by his side, left hand caressing his balls,
nibbling in his ear, brushing her breasts against his upper arm.
"Jason, shoot your sperm in her. Please? Fuck me deep. Just for
her! Right up my cunt! I mean..."

Jason stopped stroking and looked at Rebecca.

"Oh, sorry," she said meekly, looking down.

Jason paused, penis deep in the sleeping girl. With one hand he
raised Rebecca's chin to look at him again. He gave her a tiny
kiss, and then a second. She kissed him back.

"I can't wait!" he whispered urgently, letting his cock bounce
free from the one vagina, intent on the other.

"Me neither!" said Rebecca.

Their urgency led them to Rebecca's mattress in a hurry, her
panties flew off on the way, and he found himself on top of her,
cock at her opening. Rebecca was entirely wet from the sexuality
she had been immersed in secondhand.

"You sure you want it?" asked Jason in five milliseconds.

"Yes!" replied Rebecca in one.

In another ten milliseconds, Jason's cock started its drive into
the girl's virginal recesses.

She gasped at the speed and depth of the intrusion, but smiled
with a, "Yes, yes, yes!"

He fucked her in a frenzy of pleasure, and with great willpower
held off his climax for two minutes until Rebecca had hers, then
wasted an entire load of impregnating sperm up inside a girl who
wasn't ovulating at the moment. The comatose pussy was left with
none.

The computer had a little sense of decency, or at least it seemed
that way. It waited ten minutes before speaking. "Jason, Rebecca,
that was not part of the plan."

The two youngsters looked at each other and sighed, then Jason
said, "Let's talk about it in an hour, OK? And while you're at
it, take this lump away, will you?"

Rebecca giggled, the half-fucked girl slid away, and the lovers
dozed intertwined.

They were awake and smiling dreamily at each other when the voice
interrupted them.

"It has been one hour. So let's talk. Perhaps we should replace
Rebecca with a girl who will not yield to your sexual advances
until you have finished inseminating the scheduled number of
females."

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" said Jason. "If you take
Rebecca away I'll never fuck another girl as long as I live."

"Surely you jest, but I understand that you have a strong
negative reaction to that idea."

"I've got an idea," said Rebecca. "Why don't you go back to doing
the other girls, and after every three impregnations then we can
do it again?"

Jason groaned. "You're miss goody two-shoes, aren't you?" he
said.

"Well, I *do* believe in our project, you know. And besides," she
added, "I *am* pretty sore at the moment."

"Oh," laughed Jason.

He actually had time for four more before Rebecca felt her vagina
was ready to gobble him up again. But meanwhile, simply lying
naked on her bunk, legs wide and pussy lips open, was plenty to
get Jason to consummate his impregnations.

But when Rebecca was ready again, they devoured each other with
passion. They promised the robot that after just one more bout of
making love he'd go back to fucking fertile rear ends. But Jason
broke his word. Then he broke it again.

The company of someone you adore reduces claustrophobia
considerably. But even though they had known cramped quarters
since birth, Rebecca and Jason were sharing a tiny space.

When the robot said it was time to go back to sleep, they didn't
object. They exchanged some final kisses and promised they'd get
back together the next time they were awake. Guilt crept through
the back of Jason's mind. He had promised himself that Sally was
his love and his partner, and all the rest were just fucking. But
Rebecca was not just fucking.

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CHAPTER 5

When Jason woke up he noticed the difference at once. The
furnishings were the same, but there was noticeably more room.
The floor felt different -- a little warmer. The air smelled
strange too. They had landed on the planet. They had tried to
keep his environment as familiar as possible, but they could only
go so far.

Jason had been spared the mix of stress and excitement that
accompanied the landing and frenzied construction. Other people
had their tasks. His task was being a reliable fucker.

There was a note on his computer from Rebecca:

"Dear Jason, That was a fantastic time, and I'm the luckiest girl
in the whole world and I love you forever. But I don't want to
get in the way of what you and Sally have. You need to be able to
concentrate on fathering children and not worrying about me. So
let's never see each other again, OK? xxx oooo"

And that was the end of Rebecca as an active presence in his
life. Jason missed her at first, and he never forgot her, but he
was also relieved.

Eve had been treated the same as anyone else the whole time she
was growing up, but now she was treated very differently. She was
the one who was sent out on the most critical exploratory trips,
the one to collect samples in areas with high radiation
concentrations, the one who could make an emergency repair with
her bare hands instead of needing clumsy gloves.

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Decades went by.

Artificial insemination worked no better on the planet's surface
than it had in space, and Jason was kept very busy tucking his
sperm into the most fertile vaginas.

Alice was even more beautiful than he had predicted, he thought
as she stripped to reveal her perfect 13-year-old body. She was
his daughter and great-grand-daughter, though some other man had
inserted his genes into the line as her grandfather. The
resemblance was unmistakable, but she was much more attractive
than he was -- even accounting for the natural gender differences
in appearance.

He remembered the video he had seen of her when he was last
awake. It had been seven years before, but for him only a few
weeks had passed. Her mother had fitted her out in very becoming
outfits -- a white dress and a red bikini. Naturally she had also
included some nude shots. Alice had had no idea that anyone would
be looking at her body in a sexual way and would have found it
very yucky if she had.

And he hadn't really. He wasn't attracted to her at age six, but
he was imagining how sexy he thought she would be at thirteen.
Mothers engaged coaches on how to make the best videos. It wasn't
too surprising that including some nude shots of six-year-olds,
especially a few with their legs spread wide, would make Jason
more likely to predict he would find them sexy at age 13.

Jason should have become obsolete as breeding stock when some of
his sons were born who were resistant to radiation themselves.
They should have been able to breed true with young women like
Eve -- all their children guaranteed to be radiation-resistant.
But while the radiation-resistant women like Eve were as fertile
as any other woman, the young men were all sterile.

So there were no men better than Jason at spreading the key gene.
There should have been a great many who were just as good, but
they weren't. There was apparently some other gene or combination
of genes that contributed to radiation resistance, and while some
of his sons were pretty good at fathering radiation-resistant
children, he was still the best.

Jason had a slightly higher success rate at impregnating girls he
found especially attractive, or at least there was data
suggesting that. The main factor, however, was that the demand
for Jason's stud services far exceeded what he could accomplish.
Mothers wanted their grandchildren to be radiation-resistant.
Radiation sickness had taken a steep toll in lives during the
early years. While it was rarely a fatal problem now, the energy
and enthusiasm of radiation-resistant children was unmistakable
and the envy of all.

With the immense demand, Jason could afford to be picky, and he
used it to choose the girls he most wanted to screw.

There was the natural concern that Jason's inbred descendants
would have genetic abnormalities when rare defective genes of his
showed up in pairs. There was also some concern that the entire
population was going to be skewed in the direction of the traits
that Jason found most attractive -- whether physical, cognitive
or temperament. When choosing who to screw, however, it was the
physical attributes that guided Jason's choices most strongly.

He was only selecting for traits in females, which had an
interesting effect. His sons and grandsons and great-grandsons
tended increasingly to be of slight build and more delicate than
beefy.

He had agreed that it made most sense for him to spend most of
his time frozen and wake up only now and then for a flurry of
inseminations. That allowed for back-crosses to continue over a
great many generations instead of limited to his lifespan. It
also provided the opportunity to take advantage of any scientific
advances made over the years. Perhaps they would be able to clone
him successfully, for instance. There had been attempts, but it
took fourteen years for the clone to grow up so his reproductive
potential could be evaluated. The first ones had not turned out
to have whatever that "something extra" was that made him a
better source of radiation resistance than that one gene.

Thawing and freezing in lockstep with him was his beloved partner
Sally. While his playmates Katy and Leland and the rest were long
dead, Sally aged as he did. He liked to go down for his long naps
curled on his side with Sally spooned against his back.

Preparations began months in advance of his awakenings. Girls
were flown in from towns all over the planet. They were housed
together in their small groups so they cycled together, and with
a few subtle hormone treatments, they could be arranged to come
into their fertile periods in staggered fashion. There would be
no girls who would pass through their fertile periods
uninseminated because Jason was overbooked, and there would be no
fallow periods without fertile vaginas to be filled, leaving
Jason's eager wriggling sperm with no goal to swim for.

Jason evaluated girls between six and twelve years of age. It was
the girls in their teen years who were the most fertile and who
to Jason's taste had the sexiest bodies, and it was simple
arithmetic to work backwards from a planned seven-year nap.

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Gorgeous Alice was one of his first-tier mates. But for every
first-tier mate there were five in the second tier.

Alice and five from the second tier were in the room, laid out on
a circular bed.

Alice was the prize, but all of them were gorgeous creatures with
perfect skin, firm breasts, beautiful faces and lovely smiles.
All were on their backs with their legs spread wide. All were at
peak fertility. And all had their hands between their legs,
having masturbated to a point of high arousal.

Sally accompanied him into the room and they hugged and kissed.
"Have a good time, Jason," Sally said softly with a loving smile.
He squeezed her hand and disrobed.

He eagerly crawled onto the girl to Alice's left, and returned
her sweet but urgent smile. As he descended, she guided his cock
to her opening, and the instant he pressed into her she went over
the edge into orgasm. He did several deep in-and-out strokes,
feeling her vaginal pulses. He felt some temptation to come right
then and there, but as he had already come twice that day in
other first-tier girls it wasn't so hard to hold back.

He pulled his glistening penis out of that one and scooted over
to his right. This lovely redhead actually started orgasming just
watching his penis approach, though she kept enough equanimity to
guide him to her opening so she could reach fuller satisfaction.

Around he went until he had probed the eager pussies of all five.
It was then time for Alice herself.

He began the same way, and Alice also exploded into orgasm as he
entered her. But this time he wasn't just paying a social call.
He jammed his cock back and forth in this specimen of perfect
femininity for several minutes, feeling his pleasure build as her
vagina gripped him. He lay down on her so their skin touched all
over. He held her arms up in a position of surrender, his
forearms and upper arms matching hers and pressing against them.
As Alice approached her third orgasm he lifted himself up so he
could see the beautiful girl beneath him so hungry for the
consummation of his own orgasm, his ejaculation deep in her
fertile vagina. He could tell she was trying to maintain eye
contact, but her eyes closed involuntarily as the ultimate
pleasure overtook her.

Jason closed his eyes too as he spurted his semen in several
strong pulses up into the girl's pulsing vagina. However often he
did this, he never tired of it. It always felt magnificent
physically, and in all other respects it felt right and true.

He slid out and onto his back, reaching out a hand on either side
to cup and idly fondle the mounds of Alice and the girl on her
left.

His cock softened, but in thirty seconds Sally came forward and
took it in her mouth, and with her expert tongue action he was
soon hard again.

Now Alice slid off the circular bed onto a padded fairly high
table with stirrups and arranged herself as a woman would for an
internal exam.

The other five girls all turned over into doggy position,
fondling themselves again to get to the brink of orgasm.

The round bed was actually a giant Lazy Susan or a somewhat
oversized merry-go-round. For some reason this configuration
appealed to Jason, and he now unlocked it to let it turn.

Sally dipped a blunt syringe about the size of a pencil into
Alice's vagina and drew out the tiniest bit of the mixture
teeming with swimming sperm. She then inserted it into the
reproductive opening of the first of the second-tier girls until
she felt the tip press against the deep end of her vagina. She
then pressed the plunger.

As she withdrew it, Jason moved into position behind her and
shoved his cock in deep, chasing and stirring around his own
little blob of sperm. He humped in and out vigorously, grappling
the girl's rear end roughly. He pulled out after thirty seconds.
Then he rotated the Lazy Susan one stop clockwise before locking
it into position again. The procedure was repeated five times.

Ordinary artificial insemination didn't work. But when preceded
and followed by an orgasm-inducing intrusion from the source
penis, it had some chance of success.

The chances of impregnating Alice from this one sex act were
about 80%, and each of the others had about a 15% chance. The
girls felt it was well worth it.

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Between mating times, Jason retreated to relax in a small room he
shared with Sally -- given the cramped quarters he had grown up
in, he never was comfortable relaxing in large rooms.

He caught up on the news from the past seven years.

One item interested him especially. He had known that the vast
majority of the babies born on board ship had been girls.
Investigation revealed that while the medical technology
available on the ship could have been used to conceive more girls
than boys, it wasn't enough to account for the ratios. They
concluded that most of those frequent miscarriages had been the
induced termination of male fetuses.

Jason and Sally were served gourmet meals -- in that respect they
were delighted to move past the tasteless mush they had eaten
aboard ship. He worked out on the weight room and even took a
turn running on that most amazing thing for the immense space it
occupied -- an indoor track. He granted an exclusive interview to
a lucky journalist and met a few politicians. Doctors examined
him thoroughly.

He looked through the files of girls vying for his insemination
the next time he woke up and made his choices, with some help and
amused repartee from Sally.

He also enjoyed looking at another sort of video compilation. His
sexual liaisons had been videotaped since shortly after they
landed on the planet. He could call up the file on any one of his
thousands of children and, along with pictures from various ages
and a host of other information, he could see the video of his or
her conception. He could spot the exact moment when he had
ejaculated his sperm into the child's mother to create that new
life. On one side of his split screen he enjoyed a replay of the
frenzied deep penetration corresponding to his ejaculation, on
the other pictures of the resulting child, two or five or twenty
years later.

But mostly he spent his hours relaxing alone with Sally, talking,
snuggling, watching movies, and having sex. He rarely spilled any
of his seed into her, but he relished giving her orgasms and
enjoyed the pleasure of her familiar innards.

After a couple months, it was time to do his Rip Van Winkle act
once more.

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It was a very special year: the 900th anniversary of The Landing.
A peaceful, unified world society of 130,000,000 souls was
celebrating its beginning.

As part of the festivities, Jason and Sally were thawed, of
course. In terms of their own physiology and experience, they
were both about 45 years old. They were the only two people alive
who had been born before The Landing.

Children's museums across the planet accurately replicated the
physical conditions of the voyage. Jason and Sally were moved in
complex ways as they visited, reminded of their childhood. It was
not ancient history for them, but even in terms of their own
experience the memories were decades old.

What the museums could never capture was how it had *felt* to be
in space, knowing of a planet called Earth by videos, knowing
nothing of what was to come, just living their entire lives the
way they lived them. Jason and Sally hadn't thought of bland
food, cramped quarters, and being raised largely by robots as
unusual at the time. That was just their life. They had thought
about games, about friendships and squabbles with the other kids,
and about the babies they cared for. The others just didn't get
it.

For their part, Jason and Sally couldn't follow the intricacies
of the new society very well, and after a point they lost
interest in all but the briefest summaries of what had gone on
while they were sleeping last.

Jason and Sally thought everyone else talked in a very strange
and displeasing accent, while all the rest thought they spoke in
an incredibly cute archaic speech.

Jason and Sally spent more and more time alone with each other.

A precise calculation revealed that Jason was the source of 57%
of the human genetic material on the planet. There was a
meticulously documented society of about 15,000 who had no genes
of his at all, but the rest were all his descendants to some
degree.

His radiation-resistant genes were no longer of much interest.
Five hundred years before the scientists had perfected a strain
of bacteria that largely nullified radiation's deleterious effect
on the body. They had injected it into fertilized eggs where it
became another organelle, passed on from every girl to all of her
descendants.

However, cultural traditions develop a life of their own, and
getting inseminated by the great Jason was a rare honor of the
highest order.

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Among Jason's mates were the most attractive teens out of a
population of 130,000,000.

He also accepted as mates those suggested by others: geniuses,
world-class musicians, performers and athletes. He consented to
fuck the daughters and grand-daughters of the elite of world
politics and of the super-rich. All of these girls that other
people chose still had to be notably attractive to qualify, even
if not possessing world-class looks.

In terms of the insemination setting, Jason now did most girls
one at a time in private.

Jason and Sally ran a few of the Lazy Susan fertilization
exercises because they were of historical interest.

The 24-hour play sessions with a group of four girls, the staple
of his golden years, were rare. The beauty of that setting was
the opportunity for joking, teasing and bantering, and that just
didn't work any more. Now the girls were in awe of him, and they
found his personality and outlook as strange as he found theirs.

However, male and female form and physiology had not changed in
900 years. The nerves giving pleasure had not moved, nor had the
patterns of stimulation causing that pleasure. Vaginal lubricant
still eased the passage of a penis, both sexes passionately
desired the union, and swollen purpled penis tips still disgorged
semen in slick pussies. Sperm still wriggled to waiting eggs, and
implanted eggs still grew to babies inside wombs.

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Jason didn't think any profound thoughts as he humped away in the
beauty Tlorzik below him who moved from one orgasm to the next
with ever less time between. She was the most beautiful girl who
had ever lived -- or one of the hundreds of girls who all
qualified for the honor, all different in their specifics but
indistinguishable in degree of perfection.

He didn't think much of the video cameras all around -- he knew
their liaison was being broadcast but didn't care. She was sexy,
she was fertile, she wanted it, and he was about to fulfill his
most primal desire and squirt his life-giving fluid as far up her
virgin cunt as he could manage.

The girl knew, however. She knew that tens of millions of people
were watching. Millions of boys and girls watched, alone or in
groups, masturbating. Hundreds of thousands of girls chose to
lose their virginity at the same moment Tlorzik lost hers.
Millions of couples watched live on wide-screen TVs as they
fucked away, replicating Jason's motions as he fucked her.

By custom, they were all striving to reach orgasm exactly when
Jason did. So when he did climax and spew forth his seed into
Tlorzik, it sent waves around the planet.

Pussies contracted and girls gasped. Arcs of semen shot out onto
boys' stomachs or their sheets or right onto the TV screen. With
couples, thousands of intra-vaginal ejaculations across the
planet celebrated his while the female tube squeezed and pulsed
around the spurting male member. Hundreds of babies were
conceived.

Tlorzik would achieve a measure of fame and earn the envy of all
her peers. And she would conceive twins, as Jason once again
achieved his purpose in life.

Jason would inseminate a hundred girls during the six weeks he
was up. Every one would be broadcast live, allowing couples to
tune in when it suited them. Thousands of fanatics -- boys,
girls, and couples -- sought to match orgasms with Jason every
single time.

Then it would be time for Jason and Sally to go back to sleep.
Perhaps they would sleep 20 years this time, before thawing so
Jason could impregnate the beautiful and famous once more.

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