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. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ============================================================ 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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". ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ============================================================ 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- "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. ----------------------------------------------------------- "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. ----------------------------------------------------------- "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." ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- "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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- "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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- "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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- "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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ============================================================ 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." ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ============================================================ 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ----------------------------------------------------------- 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. ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.