Author: Sterling
Title: Sweet RAD
Summary: Infertility reins! Very rarely the right man with the
right woman under the right circumstances can make a baby. Early
efforts to figure it out aren't good enough, so the problem is
turned over to a friendly computer network. Everyone who wants
one gets a cheeky little electronic friend who manages his or her
sex life. But things don't always go smoothly. The story moves
among eroticism, humor, and contemplation of what such a world
might really be like.
Keywords:  MF mf Mf mF cons rom rape coer het ScFi humor tears
inc fath dau group 1st mastrb pett preg slow

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
First posted 3/21/2010, new header added 8/26/2010.
 
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Sweet RAD

Brooke glanced up once more at the ads on the bus.  They had
caused no end of mirth when they first came out, but people snuck
glances at them now, and the smiles had gone.  You could see some
people getting quiet and thoughtful when they stopped to take
them in.

One showed an attractive woman looking at a pretty
schlumpy-looking middle-aged guy.  "You wouldn't want to marry
him, but he might be the one!"  The thought bubble in her mind
showed a picture of her holding a gorgeous infant, showing the
age-old bond of love between mother and child.  Brooke felt a
pang in her heart looking at that baby.

Another showed a handsome man looking at a kind of pudgy woman
with glasses, an average face and a studious expression.  This
one showed in the man's mind a picture in the gray of a dim room
with her laid out on a bed, looking hungrily and expectantly at
him.  Her breast showed and she had her hands between her legs,
presumably holding her pussy open for him to stick his dick in. 
It was pretty explicit, thought Brooke, but at least her pussy
and the guy's dick didn't actually show. The caption read,
"Remember this part?  She wants it!  No strings attached!  Ask
her!"
Another showed a smiling but plain-looking woman examining her
palm pilot as a not-very-attractive guy looked on.  "Make that
one-night stand count!  Choose the right time of month!"
Another showed a woman lying back with her legs crossed in an
opulent room.  She was holding up a little girl's dress and
looking at it with a smile.  "No worries about money again!  Free
childcare!"
The one that had caused the most controversy showed a woman in a
dimly lit room with her butt up in the air.  A man behind had his
hands on her hips, obviously doing her doggy style.  She held a
vibrator up between her legs and was obviously in the throes of
orgasm.  In abstract view it showed another man with a smile, his
hand surrounding his erect dick so you couldn't quite see it,
getting ready for his turn.  Another showed a man on his back
with a vague grin on his face, a man who had presumably just done
her.  The caption read:  "Forget what your mother said.  It's
what your body was meant to do!  Become a connoisseur of men's
organs!  Of the different sounds they make when they give you
their gift!  It feels really good!  Choose the reasons you like,
but when that time of month comes, be a heroine!"  And in another
panel it showed the woman with a cute baby, surrounded by
fawning, happy men and women.
To be a slut was now patriotic.

She had always assumed she would get married, but her dating life
had not been promising lately.  She enjoyed the times she spent
with her current boyfriend Hal, but she thought of it as a
pleasant interlude only.

She also knew she wanted a baby.  And those posters showed how to
get a baby -- if you were lucky.  The sooner she started, the
better her chances.

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

Stan was a little nervous when he knocked on Brooke's cubicle
door.  They worked together in the call center.  He had asked her
out a year before, and she had politely put him off.  But this
was different.

"Hey, Brooke."

"Hi, Stan."

"Ummm.  I was wondering.  You know all those ads on the buses?"

A little surge of fear and excitement raced through Brooke.  He
was probably going to be the first one to ask to fuck her.  Not
date her, fuck her.  That was the right term.  It's what she
really ought to be doing, letting him fuck her.  So she gave him
an uncertain smile.  "Yes..."

He blurted out, "I'll do you if you'd like.  Just sex, nothing
more."  After a pause, "It's patriotic!" he added nervously.

He was crude and could be sarcastic.  But his body made sperm
cells.  They might be the right ones.  He was actually decent
looking, so the physical act might be exciting.

"Sure," she said.  Listening to herself she realized she didn't
sound enthusiastic, and she noted she would have to work on that
in the future.  She didn't want to hurt a guy's feelings when he
was being patriotic.

"Great!  How would next Wednesday be?"

"Ummm.  It's got to be a particular time of month, right?"

"Right, damn, I forgot.  This whole thing is weird."

On a whim she decided to be a bit playful.  "If we do it some
other time, then it's not the new kind of 'just sex', it's the
old kind of 'just sex'."

He smiled a little.

"It will be about two weeks," she said as Stan was walking away
with a grin on his face.  Brooke reflected that if he bothered to
do subtraction Stan now knew that she was having her period.  Oh
great.  Well, in two weeks he would learn about her reproductive
system in a much more intimate way.  She figured she would buy
one of those thermometers to track ovulation.  Might as well get
the timing right if she was going to start spreading her legs.

As long as she was in slut mode, she figured she would use the
momentum to ask a guy.  She felt almost numb with nervousness
when she went around the corner to Bob's cube.  Despite herself,
she couldn't help coloring when she said, "Hey Bob, will you fuck
me in two weeks?  Do your duty to humanity?"

Bob stammered.  "Oh, Gee."

Was it surprise, or did he not want to do her?  It would be
really humiliating to think a guy didn't want to fuck her.

"Umm, sure!  You just took me by surprise."

"Remember what it says on the poster, it still feels good even if
I'm a dog," she said.

"You are not a dog!" he said, a little too loudly.  There were a
few suppressed giggles and snorts from nearby cubes.

They were both flustered.  That comment didn't reflect well on
either of them.

"About two weeks.  I'll tell you exactly when."


Brooke appeared at Stan's cubicle door in just twelve days.  His
heart surged when he saw her.

"I guess I'm supposed to show you this," she said, handing him a
little slip with the date and a stamp saying "Clean!"  It was
from one of the free STD kits.  He smiled and said he would bring
his own that evening.  They agreed she would come to his place at
six.


"Can I get you a Coke or something?"

"Thanks, but I don't have long."  She was due at Bob's at 7:30. 
A slut.

"Oh, OK," he said.  He led the way back to his bedroom, and
seeing no other signals from each other they stripped,
instinctively turning away from each other.  She lay on the bed
and on instinct pulled a sheet over her to hide her nakedness. 
Would he find her body acceptable?  Odds were that since he asked
her out way back when he thought she was attractive, but all
women are insecure about these things deep down.  As he turned
she could see he was mostly erect already.  An average-looking
cock.  Not that she really knew.  She had had a total of four
lovers up to this point in her life.  By this evening it would be
six.

An image flashed through her mind of an endless series of cocks.
If she stayed with the program, her total of lovers -- or at
least men who shoved their cocks into her -- would increase
rapidly for years.  She saw a graph with an arrow pointing up at
an angle -- Ooo, very Freudian, she thought.

Brooke was on the slender side, but she thought her hips were too
big.  She had long dark hair, a round face with a straight nose
of moderate size and warm brown eyes.  As he raised the sheet to
slide in next to her, Stan glimpsed what she usually kept in her
bra.  They were luscious, with pale pink aureoles and modest
nipples that were at the moment small. He could see her nakedness
trailing away beneath the sheet, but didn't want to stare.  His
erection got even harder.

She put her hand between her legs and started massaging to get
herself ready.

After a few seconds he said, "Can I do some of that?" leering a
bit.  Or was it just honest desire?

"OK, you can try," she said.  She hadn't really been planning on
letting him do that, but the boundaries of 'just sex' were
unclear.

He was good.  It wasn't the way she usually did it, but in less
than a minute her body caught onto his rhythm and she felt really
good.

"Am I allowed to, uh, suck your nipples?" he asked.

She hadn't been planning on allowing that either, but now she had
to admit she was excited by the idea.  He used a technique she
had never experienced before, sucking in little bursts, resting
between.  Something about it felt profoundly right.  The juices
flowed freely in and all around her pussy, the entire area
engorged and quivering.

"OK, I'm ready," she said, trying not to sound quite as hungry as
she felt.

He rose above her and he let her guide him into her.  His body
was quite impressive, with rippling arm muscles and a six-pack
that was now in evidence as he started in and out at a very nice
pace.  He had a grin more of conquest than tenderness, but ...
well, she didn't need tenderness, not for this.

His cock was apparently longer than any of her other lovers',
because she felt it bump something way in deep, and it felt good.
 The bumping against her swollen clit and the spot deep inside
were like stereo.

This was 'just sex', but it was feeling terrific and she let
herself go, panting and moaning.  She was on the edge.  "A little
faster," she gasped.  He sped up.  Her girl animal took in the
boy animal's muscled body and deep-throated grunts and face slack
with pleasure.  She felt his throbbing member filling her and
pressing that newly discovered inner part of herself.  All that
combined with the clit bumping and labial tugging was enough. 
Her body convulsed with pleasure and release as she gasped.  A
second later she felt his cock get even bigger and then felt it
twitch and knew that at that moment his sperm was shooting into
her.  Stan's convulsion inside her extended her orgasm.  He
stayed inside her until she was on firm ground again, then pulled
out and lay panting beside her.

It had been the best sex of her life.  By far.

No protocol existed in the new regime of 'just sex' to calculate
the appropriate duration of afterglow, but she decided not to
worry about it.  She let herself relax snuggled up against him.

She started awake as Stan whispered, "Did you say you were
meeting a guy at 7:30?"  The clock showed 7:25.  Stan was
considerate to remind her of her commitments.  Maybe she had
misjudged him.

She didn't want to go -- she wanted Stan again.  So maybe she
would be a little late to Bob's.  She slid her hand down to
Stan's cock, and within a few seconds he was fully hard again,
and his body language confirmed that he was eager to do it again.
 She was still pretty wet from before, but his fingers did their
magic to juice her fully.

She said, "I guess this is the old kind of 'just sex' now, not
the new kind, but it's still 'just sex', OK?"

Stan grinned.  She rolled onto her back and he slid in and
pounded away.  This time he gently lifted her legs up and she
held his head between her calves.  She had a slightly different
but equally magnificent orgasm.

She liked the idea of Stan's sperm up inside her on her fertile
day when they just might make a baby, however unlikely that was.

But the other man waited, so she sighed wearily as she got up and
dressed.  As for Hal, her boyfriend, she couldn't see any point
in their staying together any more.  It felt like an
afterthought.

"Any chance you'd like to do it again some time?" Stan asked. 
She couldn't help giving him a flirty smile.  She had this
sneaking suspicion she would want to do it again with Stan. 
Maybe a lot.

For now, on to the next dose of sperm.

----------

Obstetric practices noticed it first.  Starting in April of 2028
women stopped calling.  They stopped calling because they weren't
getting pregnant.  Even in parts of the world that do not have
obstetric practices the same phenomenon was clear -- women didn't
miss their periods.

It was obvious that without pregnancies the human species was
doomed, but there were reasons not to panic.  Science was very
good at solving medical problems, and the pregnancies might just
resume on their own.

What scientists found was essentially nothing.  There were no
detectable changes in the reproductive process, whether looking
at men's bodies, women's bodies, their tissues, or their cells. 
The problem was simply that the sperm wiggled against the eggs,
but the eggs never let them in.

One hopeful sign was that there still were occasionally women who
got pregnant.  There was fewer than one pregnancy for every 100
there had been before, but there were still a few.

In contrast, no one observed a single fertilized egg in a test
tube, and artificial insemination produced a grand total of zero
pregnancies.

Investigation focused on what factors were responsible for the
very few pregnancies that did occur.

As expected, the more often a woman had sexual intercourse during
her fertile period, the more likely she was to become pregnant.

They also found that a variety of different partners led to a
much higher pregnancy rate.  The effect was far larger than could
be explained as compensating for occasional male infertility.

An unexpected and disturbing finding was that rape was slightly
more likely to lead to a pregnancy than an ordinary act of
intercourse.  It was a small effect, and government reports
always equivocated.  The authorities said that different and
unusual acts of intercourse were more likely to result in
pregnancy, and that rape was just a special case of an unusual
and different act of intercourse.

As time went on and there was no medical solution and few
promising avenues of research, the gravity of the situation began
to sink in.  Anger and fear were loud, while despair and
resignation were quiet but just as powerful.

Before six months had passed there was a noticeable increase in
pregnancy which the scientists determined was simply the result
of couples shifting from trying to prevent pregnancies to trying
to achieve them.  Contraception use plummeted, more couples had
sex, and there was an effort to time the intercourse to the
woman's fertile period.  But the increase was small. 
Extrapolating the observed trends, the scientists estimated that
pregnancies might reach one and a half percent of the pre-crisis
levels.  Just trying harder to make babies in the usual manner
was not going to solve the problem.

The most promising opportunity for increased fertility was in
increasing the variety of sexual partners.  Promiscuity.  There
was a bit more sleeping around when people learned that it
helped, but not very much.  Promiscuity within a committed
relationship when trying to achieve pregnancy is very unusual.


The government set in motion a number of initiatives to encourage
more sleeping around, especially by women during their fertile
period.

The production capacity for ovulation-detection kits was
increased.  Better and easier-to-use models were developed, and
they were offered for free.  If a woman was going to take another
sexual partner outside of her relationship, it ought to be done
at a time when it might matter.

Sexually transmitted diseases promised to be a huge problem. 
Condoms were of no use because the idea was to deliver semen into
vaginas, not keep it carefully confined and drag it back out.

There was a huge effort put into STD detection.  Better kits were
invented, ones that did not require lab work, and they were made
available everywhere, for free.

But by far the best solution to the STD problem was the Sykes
polymer.  When applied monthly to the penis it completely
prevented female to male STD transmission, and unlike the condom
it enhanced male sexual pleasure instead of diminishing it.

There was some indignation that this solution protected men but
not women.  But most people came to understand that when men were
not getting re-infected and were then aggressively treated, women
stopped getting re-infected too.  The polymer was of course made
available for free and its use encouraged.

A great many people have no interest in making babies and are
content to remain childless.  To encourage them to get involved,
financial incentives were offered.  The government could easily
afford to offer $50,000 per live birth.

It took two years before the ads that Brooke saw on the bus were
created.  Despite a huge controversy, the decision was made to
push them heavily.  They showed up everywhere:  buses, magazines,
websites, billboards, and TV shows.

It had been no easy matter for Brooke to get herself to sleep
with Stan and Bob.  As Brooke arranged her liaisons, much of the
anxiety of the human mating dance remained.  Did Bob find Brooke
attractive?  He had accepted, but was he just saving her the pain
of rejection?  Stan had also asked Melissa if she wanted to sleep
with him.  Although she did her best to be polite, she turned him
down, to Stan's dismay.  And ideally Brooke should have had sex
with five men during her fertile phase, not just two.  For best
results, while she repeated the exhausting ordeal the next month
it should be with five different men, not the same five.

Brooke was attractive and reasonably self-assured.  It was far,
far harder for many others.

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

Sabrina was at the supermarket looking over the fish when her
cell phone rang.

"Yes?" she said.

"We have a mate for you."  A little twinge of fear surged through
Sabrina.  She had notified the switchboard that morning when her
ovulation test was positive.  Last month five men had come to her
house in the evening and she had had sex with all of them.  It
was a surreal memory, and she was preparing herself for the same
sort of evening.  But why was she being called in the grocery
store?

"Now?"

"Yes.  Remember, we're trying to shake things up.  Try to spice
things up to get that rape effect without the rape.

"When he shows up, go into the back and find some place to have
sex, OK?"

"Are you kidding?"

"No."  She knew this sort of thing was possible.  They had
discussed it during orientation.  But the back of a grocery
store?

Just then someone tapped her on the shoulder and she turned to
find a man, maybe 5'8" tall, with a shaved head, an ample belly,
and a number of tattoos on his bare arms.  At least his smile was
friendly.  Sabrina was 5'6", 38 years old, and not physically
remarkable.  She had shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes.

She tried to hide her dismay.  Perhaps sensing it, he recited the
mantra of the program, the first line of defense against
awkwardness:  "We're just trying to make a baby."

"We're just trying to make a baby," she repeated, managing a
smile.

"In the back of the store," he said, heading towards the hanging
plastic strips that defined the border that customers were not
supposed to cross.  She followed.

"How are we supposed to find any privacy back here?" she asked.

He was looking around actively.  He found the employee bathroom,
and looked uncertainly into it.  She only needed one glance
before saying, "I don't think so," and they continued their
search.

He pointed to the back of an aisle that was out of the way and
motioned her to follow.

"Not in public," she said.  The program encouraged couples to not
worry about being seen, figuring that a little exhibitionism
might help with pregnancies too.  But she wasn't ready for that.

"Hold on," he said.  He took down a few cartons holding breakfast
cereal boxes and built a sort of makeshift wall they could go
behind.  At least no one would see them unless they actually went
down the aisle to investigate.  But how would they actually do
it?  The floor was not appealing, nor was doing it against the
wall.  He brought down one more box, this one holding Wheaties,
an odd fact that stuck with her.  He placed it behind their
little wall.  "Bend over?" he said.

He was proposing to take her from behind as she leaned over a
cardboard box, behind a makeshift wall of cardboard boxes behind
the scenes in a grocery store.  "I want a baby," she said to
herself.  The unusual was supposed to help.  She took a deep
breath and said, "OK."

He pulled pants and underpants down to reveal a cock which was
not flaccid but not hard either.  He started stroking it. 
Sabrina decided she could keep her skirt on if she stepped out of
her panties.  She opened her purse and took out the vibrator,
then reached up under her skirt and applied it.  She felt her
vulva swelling, her pussy lengthening, and felt herself getting
wet.

He was stroking away, but his erection wasn't there yet.  She
smiled at him in encouragement.  Procedure here encouraged her to
give him some head, but there were other things to try first. 
She gently took the end of his cock in one hand and with the
other applied her own vibrator not directly to his cock but to
her hand as it cradled his tip.  That did the trick and soon she
had a hard member in her hand.  He smiled and said, "Thanks."

Sabrina leaned over the box and flipped her skirt up.  He came up
behind her and spread her pussy lips -- too hard, it hurt a
little -- and plunged in.  She wasn't terribly wet, but it wasn't
going to hurt.  He thrust back and forth fast and hard.  She
heard footsteps coming down the aisle, and said "Shit!" but he
didn't stop and she didn't want to fight with him.  "I want a
baby," she said to herself.

In about 30 seconds he dug his fingernails into her butt (ouch!),
slowed his pace just a touch and did a couple really deep strokes
with a big grunt.  That was what the whole thing was about,
getting his sperm up her pussy.  Just as he pulled out she heard
snickering and quickly flipped her skirt down, feeling mortified.
 A young guy  had come to see why the boxes weren't on the
shelves any more and had watched the end of their coupling.  The
guy with the tattoo gave him the finger along with a menacing
look and the kid quickly disappeared.  She felt hot from shame
and embarrassment, but repeated to herself, "I want a baby." 
When they had both dressed he started putting the boxes up on the
shelves where they had come from.  She did one herself.

"Thanks for trying to make a baby," she said.

"Thanks for trying to make a baby," he repeated.

He headed one way and she returned to her cart in front of the
fish, aware of her engorged sex organs and the semen that was
dripping out onto her panties.

"A pound of haddock, please," she said, taking a deep breath.

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

Frank took his place at the podium.  The lecture hall at the
Center For Disease Control was packed.  The lights dimmed as his
first slide came up.  After some preliminaries he got to the meat
of his talk.

"Today I present the results of the first Systematic Mandated
Pairings experiment, called 'SMP'.  We found 273 young women and
324 young men to take part in the experiment.  They were
volunteers but were aware they would be receiving $5,000 if they
carried out all of the matings that were suggested to them,
though they were allowed to miss a few. A total of 262 young
women and 287 young men completed the entire eighteen months of
the study.

"The young women used their ovulation kits, and 85% of the time
they reported the beginning of their fertile periods accurately.
This number is not bad, but clearly there is room for
improvement.  Dr. Fitzhugh's work on detecting ovulation
automatically by way of a sensor probe inserted into the
hypothalamus could be very helpful in improving that statistic.

"The computer model we had was quite simple.  We tried to get as
many different male-female matings as we could over the eighteen
months of the study.  Hired staff manned the cell phones to
direct the men and women to their matings.

"Having screened the applicants for basic attractiveness, both
partners attempted 94% of the suggested matings.  Male
performance difficulties reduced the number of successful
intra-vaginal ejaculations to 88%.  Overall, these women received
on average 3.8 intra-vaginal ejaculations per fertile period.

"The bottom line number, of course, is how many pregnancies were
achieved.  The answer is 12."  An excited murmur rippled through
the audience.  "Ten of those babies have now been born, and the
other two are due within the next two months.

"Those results are quite promising.  The next question on
everyone's minds is what characterized the successful matings. 
As you all know, it is very hard to find anything definitive with
a mere 12 data points.  But if we rate the circumstances of
matings on a 'novelty' scale, then novel situations seem to be
associated with more pregnancies,  but the difference is not
statistically significant (p < .30).

"While twelve pregnancies is excellent, consideration of the
personal situations of our volunteers paints a more sobering
picture.  Three married couples were in our SMP study, and those
marriages show no signs of undue distress.  Eleven married men
participated without their wives.  Two now report marital
difficulties.  Four married women volunteered for the study
without their husbands.  One dropped out, and two of the
remaining three report that they are headed for divorce.  Setting
aside cases where the husband volunteered for the program
himself, that leaves a single married woman who participated in
the SMP experiment and whose marriage survived.

"The evidence is anecdotal.  But it is easy to speculate that we
are running up against a fundamental social limitation:  Women
cannot both remain in a closely bonded relationship and engage in
the systematic and frequent promiscuity that is the key to
successful reproduction."


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

Malcolm Smith was the President of the Mormon Church, and he was
now granting an audience to Xavier Chen.

He had read the executive summary of the report with skepticism,
but somehow this young man's passion was getting through to him.

"To summarize, sir:  Without another major breakthrough, humanity
is heading for extinction.  Literal, total, biological
extinction."  Xavier's face as he delivered those words jolted
Smith.

"There are liberals and libertarians who are engaging in the sort
of rampant promiscuity that gives the best pregnancy rates we
have observed anywhere.  These are precisely the people that the
conservative churches have reviled for so long.

"What we need -- what humanity needs -- is a church that is known
for its social conservatism to come out in favor of the rampant
promiscuity needed for an adequate pregnancy rate."  Smith wasn't
sure of much in this whole matter, but he was certain that a
better phrase than "rampant promiscuity" would be needed to
describe the salvation of humanity.

"Mormonism is a unique combination.  You have a fierce commitment
to family and children.  A graying Mormon faith without children
is no longer a Mormon church."  Once again Chen's delivery hit
Smith at a deeper level.

"A great many Mormons follow church teachings, even when they are
inconvenient."  Smith thought again of the despair of his years
on his Mission, a despair that was so common to the young men.

"And you, sir," said Xavier, pointing at Smith in a way that he
would ordinarily consider impertinent, "can receive messages from
God that influence how millions will behave."

"You, sir, may be the single person who holds the fate of all of
humanity in his hands."  Xavier's eyes burned.  The young man
looked at first one hand, "Extinction," and then the other, "or
Survival".


Smith lay awake that night.  Although he was now the head of the
church, he had never expected to receive any revelations from
God.  The closest thing he had to visions was images of
ten-year-old boys with their pants down, visions accompanied by
impure thoughts.  To his consternation, regret flickered through
his head that he would never see such a thing -- those Catholics,
sigh.

Xavier wanted Smith to say that rampant promiscuity -- OK, let's
work on that.  How about "many-fold love for God's creation"? 
Xavier wanted Smith to say that many-fold love for God's creation
was a good thing.

He thought long and hard.  It would ruin his reputation.  He
might well be forced from his position.  He had gotten where he
was by working the system, playing politics, playing it safe.  It
would surely cause upheaval in the church.  But that image of
graying Mormon communities without children made him shudder.

As he was just drifting off to sleep a thought flashed to his
mind.  Xavier might be an emissary from the divine!  Smith
thought of the way his eyes burned, the way he spoke insolently
but Smith had found himself captivated.  It was probably an
illusion, his everyday self cautioned.  But as Xavier's face
conveyed as much as his words, without radical measures humanity
was doomed. It was time for a leap of faith.

Smith clenched his one hand, then let it relax and clenched the
other.  "Survival," he said.

Smith's decision was of monumental importance.  In later years
scholars wrote bookshelves full of analyses and speculation. 
Just as Jesus the Jew gave rise to the far more influential
Christianity, Smith of the Latter Day Saints would be granted
nearly divine stature in the Church of Survival.

Smith's impure thoughts about young boys surfaced in hints in the
journals published 50 years after his death.  Scholars speculated
that those impure thoughts tipped the balance away from rigid
morality to sexuality, to forgiveness of sexual trespass, and to
life itself.

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

While there was turmoil and a schism, 68% of Mormons followed
Smith's lead.  Women and girls gritted their teeth as they raised
their skirts to strange men in God's name.  Men gnashed their
teeth and shuddered as they considered this abomination against
their womenfolk -- an abomination that God had ordered.  They
also experienced it directly with different emotions, since they
were the ones poking inside the panties of other men's daughters
and wives.

As Xavier had foreseen, the shift in the Mormon church sent shock
waves throughout the conservative religions.  There were schisms
everywhere.  For at least a sizeable minority in every
denomination, "Be fruitful and multiply" won out over "Thou shalt
not commit adultery."

Denominations formed their own SMP programs.  Different rules for
how to match partners yielded different degrees of effectiveness.
 That in turn provided data for better ways to arrange future
programs.

Every city in the country had at least one SMP program, although
a tiny fraction of the population was enrolled.

----------

It was Xavier who had been chosen to address the Congressional
committee.  He was the most charismatic of the radicals.

"It has been six years since the pregnancy crisis began.  Time is
running short for the human species.  We might in theory have
another 10 or even 20 years, but remember that no one expects any
particular step to solve the problem instantly.  We are still on
a slow, agonizing path.  But we need to take the next step.  We
have a ditch to cross, and it will require a leap.

"Last month the last doubt was removed and a strong hypothesis
became irrefutable fact:  The higher the percentage of people in
a city or town who are participating in a Systematic Mandated
Pairing (SMP) program, the higher the pregnancy rate.

"What we need is an enclave where everyone -- 100% -- are
participating in the program.  And 'enclave' isn't the right
term.  It has to have a critical mass -- 100,000 people is a
minimum."

"We need a safe haven where participants can be open and proud
about their choice without the fear of disapproval, harassment,
or even violence.

"Coercion to have sex within an SMP program is of course
unthinkable."  Though ultimately, Xavier reflected, I would
support it. Will I be here in 10 years making exactly that case?

"People will be free to leave the city, of course.  But having
made the choice to join, the decision to leave will not be made
lightly.  Social pressure within the city will tilt in favor of
staying in the program and the material benefits will be
substantial.  We want to give people every opportunity to work
through an initial adjustment period and come out the other end
committed to the SMP program -- to survival!

"The major city with the highest SMP participation rate is Salt
Lake.  Malcolm Smith's historic revelation has led a large
percentage of Mormons to participate, and the momentum has
attracted and convinced others.  38 percent of the city residents
participate."

He paused and shifted his tone.

"The transformation of Salt Lake will be profound."

"We will require any people who do not participate in the program
to leave and we will take their homes by eminent domain.  They
will be very generously compensated.  Nonetheless, this is by far
the most difficult and controversial step we are proposing.

"All those homes will be occupied by those many people throughout
the nation who want to participate in this grand new experiment.

"Agreeing to the transformation of Salt Lake City is a
politically difficult step.  It is the most difficult step a
politician has ever been called upon to take.  But consider your
place in the history books -- oh, but wait! If you stick with
business as usual, there will be no history books.  There will be
no one in 100 years to read the books.  We will be extinct."

A momentary eerie silence descended upon the committee chamber.


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Salt Lake City

The last of the property has been taken by eminent domain.  The
last die-hards have had their hands pried from their front doors
and been dragged away.  They have been offered plenty of money to
afford comfortable accommodations in other cities.  The
immigrants have poured in to occupy those homes.

The last of the protesters are gone from the city, and the
guarded perimeter is in place.  Protests still occur, but not in
the view of Salt Lake residents.

Forty-four percent of the city's population elected to stay.  The
selection process took into consideration some variables related
directly to the SMP program.  Not surprisingly, more men than
women were interested in a life of brief sexual encounters, so
the excess men were turned away.  Married couples were highly
prized.  Marital bonds will feel stress, so couples who
volunteered are a vital bulwark in maintaining the institution of
marriage.  The most coveted of applicants were married couples
with children who would come of age in the new environment --
especially daughters.

There are no potholes.  There is fresh paint everywhere.  Rent,
groceries, and other necessities are heavily subsidized.  Jobs
are plentiful.  There is comprehensive and enlightened childcare
available, and although there are few babies now the system is
geared for rapid expansion. Because there were far more
applicants for immigration than spaces, the new residents are
predominantly energetic, enthusiastic people with a positive
outlook on life.

There is one price everyone in the city has agreed to pay:  when
the central authority tells them where to go and who to mate
with, they go and they mate, at least most of the time.

Technology has been at work.  Instead of the cell phones used in
earlier SMP experiments, each person wears a dedicated device
behind their left ear.  It is called a Reproductive Assistive
Device, or RAD for short.  All the residents of Salt Lake City
are encouraged to wear them, even the old women who are past
their childbearing years.  It is a symbol of allegiance to the
noble project of the city.

The banks of volunteers manning cell phones have been replaced by
a single seamless computer network.  Unprecedented breakthroughs
in artificial intelligence have created a very impressive system.
 The RADs offer to their wearers far more than instructions on
who to mate with.

Potentially the biggest payoff of the sophisticated computer
network and its RADs is that they allow a massive scientific
experiment that could allow for further dramatic increases in
fertility.

It has been known from the beginning that unusual sexual
practices -- including, to everyone's consternation, rape -- are
associated with higher fertility.  With the ability to dictate
matings not only of particular males and females but the
particular circumstances of those matings, enormous amounts of
high-quality data will be available.  Hypotheses can be
generated, tested, and refined, and then results can guide new
experiments as part of an iterative cycle.

The experiment is finally in place.


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

Gerald's RAD spoke, "She's behind the next big tree."

Helen's said, "Panties and jeans down, get on your hands and
knees, please."  Helen sighed.  This was not her favorite
position.  Especially kneeling on dirt and pine needles.  "Now
please rub yourself to achieve lubrication."  Gerald approached
and they exchanged the briefest greetings.  It didn't take Helen
long to get lubricated, because she had already taken three loads
of semen up her cunt that day from other men.  Gerald's cock
hardened quickly watching Helen massage herself.  When she was
ready she nodded to him.

Gerald's RAD spoke, "I think you know what to do."

"Yes, RAD, I think I do," he said, grinning.

Gerald knelt behind her and slid his organ up inside her.  He
humped away happily for a minute or two, stirring the semen from
the other men as he thrust, then lunged up inside her and held
himself deep during his ecstasy as he added his own sperm to the
mix.  As his pleasure faded, he pulled out and after a moment to
recover from his orgasm he stood.  Helen took the hand he offered
to help her up.  They stole an occasional glance but parted with
a muttered "bye" and "see you".

It was one of the computer-generated matings of the new Salt lake
City.  Not romantic, but practical and matter-of-fact.


-----------------
Lori and Stephan

June 3rd
Dear Stephan,

The weather here in Salt Lake is magnificent.  The skies are
clear the air is pleasant and dry.  It's now 43 days since I
left.  So far I've been able to write every day, but will you
forgive me if I miss one some time?  I miss you every day.  I beg
you once again to reconsider.  Let me go over our argument again.
 I want a child.  I want a child so badly that I am willing to
have sex with a half dozen different men during my time when it
rolls around once a month.  When I lie down at night, though, I
want to lie down next to you.  I want to make love to you.  I
want to cook for you, to read the paper with you, to take those
romantic weekend getaways (here, by the way, those weekend
getaways are virtually free).  If I do conceive a child, I want
to raise him with you.  I want you to be his daddy.  You always
wanted to be a daddy.

All my love,
Lori


June 4th
Dear Stephan,

Carl asked me to go out with him.  He was one of my sex partners
last month.  I turned him down politely because I am waiting for
you to join me.  I miss you so much.  I cry myself to sleep at
night.

All my love,
Lori


June 5th
Dear Stephan,

It was my day today.  I am very tired but I am making myself
write you anyway because I love you.  What is it like?  Well,
lots of sex, of course.  Two doggy style today, two missionary,
and two in the dark.  One of them told me nasty things the whole
time.  Do I think of you every time?  No.  I don't think you'd
believe me if I lied that way.  They have nice bodies.  Some of
them are handsome.  They pump their sperm into me.  I let them do
it because I want a baby.  Our baby.  They wouldn't be your
genes, but it would still be your baby.

All my love,
Lori


June 6th
Dear Stephan,

Have you ever thought of your side of it?  You get to, well, I'm
uncomfortable using the word, but I know you like it.  You get to
FUCK a new woman every couple days.  You get to FUCK her like
there is no tomorrow.  A lot of these guys don't pretend to make
love to me.  They FUCK me, and I can see that to them I am just a
CUNT, nothing more.  A warm, wet place to CUM.  I'm hoping they
can give me a baby.  It's nothing like what we do together.  But
you can go FUCK the other women, shoot CUM into their CUNTS, then
come back and make love with me.

All my love,
Lori


July 4th
Dear Stephan,

I missed writing you a letter yesterday.  The first day I've
missed since I've been here.  Will you forgive me?  It's just
that it was my time yesterday, and it was really exhausting.  And
something happened that was interesting -- I hope you find it
more than interesting.  I hope it gives you a hard one and makes
you think how you'd like to be here.

I was with a man but also a married couple.  The man was for the
wife and the husband was for me.  That's where the first
ejaculations happened, anyway, the big ones.  We did lots of
other stuff too.  When the husband was doing me, his wife was
there first, all over his body.  She's the one who held my labia,
I mean my CUNT, open while he slid in.  She told him how much she
wanted him to FUCK me and CUM inside me.  She kissed him all over
and stroked his balls.  That man had a really happy expression on
his face when he came, and at that moment he was grinning at me.

Later, the husband FUCKED his wife hard and fast, and even though
it was his second time he came, then he rolled off and was
panting.  That's when the other man moved in.  He came quietly
just a few seconds after he stuck it in.  Meanwhile, the wife was
gazing lovingly at her husband while he was lost in afterglow.

Stefan, I want that so much for us.  I want you to feel me guide
your COCK into another woman's CUNT and admire you humping away
and then urge you to CUM in her CUNT.  I want to feel you FUCK me
sometimes, hard the way you like it, I want that for you, and
then I want to gaze into your eyes while the other guy does his
quick little breeding thing.  Will you come join me, please?

All my love,
Lori


July 5th,
Dear Stephan,

I cried myself to sleep last night.  I want you so bad.  I went
to the nursery today and played with the babies.  I want one of
them so bad.  Come join me.  We can have one too -- I hope.  And
don't forget me sliding your DICK into another woman's TWAT, and
telling you to FUCK her.  You can squeeze my TIT when you CUM in
her, you can squeeze it so hard it hurts me.  Then FUCK me, and
come home that night and FUCK me more, and sleep with me, and
then the next night FUCK me again, and the next, and hug me, and
please?  Please?

All my love,
Lori


The doorbell rang.  Lori answered, and standing on the doorstep
was the answer to her prayers.  She suppressed the impulse to
leap into his arms -- she knew he didn't like that.  She muzzled
her screams to mere squeaks of joy, and she fought back tears.

And he was official, too.  Not on some sort of visiting permit. 
He wore a RAD in his left ear.

He still wasn't exactly smiling.  "Doggy style, in the bathtub,
right now," Stephan said, watching her closely.

Lori didn't hesitate, not for a millisecond.  She beamed a smile
and raced to the bathroom, tugging him along.  She had never let
him do it like that, ever.  In the old days it had been a little
festering sore with them.  A contest of wills.  And now she
didn't hesitate, not for a moment.  He thought if she would do
that, she must really want him back.  Yet she had been getting
fucked so many different ways that her aversion to doggy style in
the bathtub had vanished long before.

The truth was, he loved Lori very much and had missed her
terribly when she was gone.  She had gotten her way, getting him
to move to Salt Lake.  But then she had managed to make some
concessions to him too -- ones she never would have made before.
Fucking all those other babes later -- that would be great too.

He didn't know how much her RAD had helped her devise and carry
out her plan to get him back.

Lori and Stephan wouldn't get to do too many of their matings
together in the way Lori had described in her letter; that was
kind of like an introductory rate on a credit card.  But he would
adapt.


==================================
Chapter 2


-----------------
Sally


Sally's mother and father took her to the Registration Center
when she turned eight so she could get her very own RAD.

Three days were required for the entire procedure.  On the first
she had a full physical and a sample of her DNA was taken to be
sequenced.

On the second day she was fitted with her device.  "Reproductive
Assistive Device."  Everyone called them RADs, of course.

She was first given IV sedation while the sensor portion was
implanted into her skull, leaving a dime-sized smooth metal
surface showing.  The sensor portion had tiny wires attached to
various nerves to measure sex and stress hormones, respiration
and heart rate, and nervous system arousal.  But the sensor part
by itself was just inert wires.

The main part of the device fit over her ear and attached
magnetically to the metal surface on her skull.  The earpiece
with its built-in microphone functioned as a cell phone which she
could use in the normal fashion.  However, when the RAD wished to
communicate with her it overrode any call she was on.  There was
an arm that folded into the unit that could also be extended in
front of her left eye to serve as a tiny computer screen.
Finally, it functioned as a GPS system so that her precise
location could be tracked.

For all its smarts, the RAD had no ability to stimulate or change
her brain in any way; all it could do was listen in and offer
commentary.

During the second day the speaker in her RAD came on from time to
time and she heard an impersonal voice conveying some brief
factual information.  The Registration Center kept it overnight
for some final adjustments.

At the beginning of the third day Sally was led into a quiet room
by a pleasant woman.  When they were seated on opposite sides of
a table, the woman produced Sally's RAD like it was a treasure
and held it out towards her.

"Sally, this is your RAD.  It can help you.  It can be your
friend, if you are a good friend to it."

Sally took it and with solemnity placed it behind her ear, then
felt it magnetically snap into place against the little metal
implant.  She paused.

"Say hello to it, Sally."

"Ummm, hi RAD, I'm Sally."

"Hello Sally.  I'm pleased to meet you."  It spoke with a girl's
voice.  A big girl, maybe, like a big sister.  She would have
liked a big sister.

"Where are you?"

"Well, um, right behind your ear."

"But not really, right?"

"Well, I'm various places, I guess.  I'm like a huge spider with
a zillion legs that aren't attached and jiggle all over the
place."

Sally laughed.

Suddenly it shifted to the voice of a much older woman, "We'll
get along just fine, Sally, if you just do everything I tell you
to."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Hold your breath, and don't breathe out until I say!"

Sally started holding her breath.

"That's it, Sally.  Good girl."  Many seconds went by. "Just a
little longer.  You're doing great."  Sally was rapidly running
out of air.  "Keep going, you're a good girl."

Sally let out her breath and gulped air.

"Oh, you bad, bad girl!  I didn't tell you you could breathe!"

"But I had to, you silly thing," Sally half-giggled.

"Oops, I forgot."

The woman rose.  "You two seem to be getting on fine."

The RAD chirped in her ear, "Sally, say 'Thank you,
Jigglypants'".

Sally giggled.  "That wouldn't be nice!"

The woman spoke, with a bit of a sparkle.  "Good day, Sally.  My
name is Jigglypants.  Call me if you need me."

Sally's mouth dropped open.  "But..."

"All the RADs are good friends, Sally.  Mine told me to tell you
my name was Jigglypants, so I did.  What did yours tell you?"

"It told me to say, 'Thanks you, Jigglypants'".

The woman laughed.  "There they go, playing tricks again."

The RAD spoke, "Yeah, Sally.  Fooled you.  Teehee!  Say, would
you like to go see a horse?"

"A real live horse?"

"Yes!  Turn right once you're out the door, then I'll tell you
where to go next."

She had a good time with her RAD.  After feeding the horse an
apple and admiring it a bit, the RAD whisked her off in search of
Smarties and M&Ms.  It could tell her how to open combination
locks and how to negotiate mazes.  It led her to another girl.
The RADs gave each of them four words to say, and when they
alternated saying their words it made a joke.  The RAD had her
find a little stick and then directed her to meet yet another
girl.  The two sticks together gave instructions for how to reach
an outdoor ice cream parlor where other girls had gathered.

That third day was the start of a pattern:  Good things happened
when she followed the suggestions her RAD made.

The RAD was waterproof and comfortable to wear while sleeping. 
She had been encouraged to leave it on at all times, yet she was
free to take it off for brief periods. Partly because she knew
she could, she rarely felt the need.

Her RAD never ordered her to do anything, it just gave
suggestions.  It didn't tell her to start her homework, but
usually when it made the suggestion it was a good time to do it.
If it suggested she sit with a new girl at lunch, they usually
had a really good conversation.  If she didn't take its
suggestion to take a detour on a walk she might run into a creepy
guy or an unpleasant barking dog.  Following its instructions she
might get to see a gorgeous sunset or find the end of a party
where some of her favorite ice cream was about to be thrown out.
It never gave her test answers or did her homework for her, but
it could be a patient tutor.

The RAD also became her friend.  She could tell it about her day
and it would listen and offer comforting words, sometimes making
useful suggestions.

When she was twelve Sally went back to the Registration Center. 
She knew from friends that at this visit they would start doing
stuff related to Sex.  She knew about sex but didn't think much
about it herself.

She filled out a series of questionnaires on things she did and
did not like.  Some of them asked about sex stuff, though she was
told she could leave them blank if she really wanted to.  A
kindly lady asked her a seemingly endless series of questions,
including some intimate ones.  Later she had electrodes hitched
up to her all over and they showed her still pictures, movies and
sound recordings -- many of them sexual.  While she watched she
answered more questions by pressing buttons.

She knew it was age sixteen when everything changed.  That was
when a girl was required to have sex.  Blech.  She also knew it
was with multiple partners as directed by her RAD, but that part
didn't make her shudder more than just the sex part.

The RAD system was going to ease her gradually into sex long
before she turned sixteen.


----------
Sally's first period came when she was twelve and a half.  The
RAD knew this from monitoring her hormones and was kind enough to
wake her up in the night so she could put a pad on and not leak
all over the sheets.

When the RAD asked about her interests, naturally one subject
that came up more and more was boys.  She told it how she felt
about all of them, including of course which ones she really
liked.  Occasionally when the RAD instructed her to go to a
certain spot, an interesting boy showed up and they might have a
conversation, sometimes awkward but usually interesting if not
exciting.

The RAD occasionally sounded her out for specifically sexual
feelings.

A year passed, and she found her hand straying to the spot
between her legs as she thought of cute boys.  She confided this
to the RAD, which then suggested that she try -- only if she felt
like it -- a certain rhythmic motion.  It felt good, then after a
bit of practice she had her first great wave of pleasure and
sense of release and satisfaction. She then knew what an orgasm
was.  She felt more urgent stirrings within herself as she
thought of boys.

One night the RAD woke her after she had been asleep for an hour
and asked if she wanted to hear her parents making love.  Part of
her was grossed out, but a stronger part was curious.  So she
very quietly walked into the hall and stood outside their door. 
She could hear rustling and creaking, little moans and sighs,
grunts from her father, purring from her mother.  She heard a
yelp from her mother and a big sigh from her father.  The RAD had
her creep back to bed before there was any danger of being
discovered.  She was aware that she had gotten moist between her
legs as she listened.

One day following the RAD's suggestion she happened to bump into
a boy by the name of Foster on the way home from school, and they
started walking together.  She thought he was cute, maybe more
than cute.  Foster pantomimed removing her RAD.  She felt a small
thrill as she left it with his on the grass with their backpacks.
 They stood some distance down the sidewalk of the deserted
street.

"Does it give you the creeps sometimes, those things?"

"Ummmm."

"It tells me good stuff mostly, but what if it tells me to walk
off a cliff or something?"

Sally had been pretty happy with her RAD, but she was eager to
follow the conversation wherever Foster led.  "Oooh, I suppose it
could, couldn't it?  I hadn't thought of that."

"Would you go an hour without it?" he asked.

"What would we do?"

"We could walk, maybe get an ice cream?"

"OK."  She decided to take a little risk. "You know what those
RADs are for, right?" she said with a flirty smile.

Foster looked at her a little uneasily, but then smiled.  He got
the hint, and reached out his hand to her.  A flutter of
excitement ran through her as she took it.

He moved closer, then reached behind her back with his other arm
to draw her close.  She felt a little faint as she saw his face
gliding down towards hers.  Their lips met in a light little
kiss, then they kissed again.

He started breathing harder and kissing her passionately.  She
was enjoying this, feeling her body slowly responding.  Suddenly
his hand grabbed her butt and squeezed her to him.

Sally was alarmed and embarrassed so she broke away.

"I guess I um, ought to be getting home."

"Me too, yeah."

They returned to their packs and put their RADs back on, and with
mumbled goodbyes went their separate ways.

Sally was confused.  The handholding and the kiss had been
wonderful, as had feeling his warm body against her, but then the
squeeze on her butt had been upsetting.  It had been exciting,
especially now as she thought about it later, but it had startled
her at the time and she wasn't sure she felt ready for that.

"RAD?"

"Yes, Sally?"

"Foster took my hand and kissed me, and it was so exciting!  But
then he grabbed my butt and I got scared."

"I wondered what you had been doing while you had cast me off
thoughtlessly to lie unwanted, lonely, rejected on the ground."

"Oh, come off it, RAD..."

"What you do with a boy is certainly of interest to me."

"Foster wanted to take you guys off, so we did."

"You can take me off any time, of course.  Don't worry about my
feelings."  She thought she heard it sniff.

She paused, then continued, "Did you hear what I said about
Foster?"

"Yes, I did."

"Well, is he a creep?  I felt kind of like he was in my private
space.  Like he didn't care what I thought."

"That's interesting."

There was a pause.  "Well, what should I think?"

"Do you want my advice?"

"Yes!" she said with some exasperation.

"Very well.  Sometimes boys are taken with a surge of strong
sexual feelings and don't always know how to express them.  Since
he felt intense sexual arousal, he assumed you did too, and he
assumed you would like to have your ass grabbed like that."

Sally felt a little tingle of excitement to hear the RAD talk
about her ass.  "Oh.  Hmmmm.  So, he could learn?"

"Why, yes.  His RAD has been talking with him about it."

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

"Sally, I'm sorry about what I did."

"Well, thanks.  It wasn't bad, I just wasn't ready."

"OK, I'll try to pay more attention to your signals."  That
sounded like a line that came straight from his RAD.

They continued their walk.

"Ummm, Foster.  Would you like to come to my place?"

"Sure!"

When they arrived she gave him a quick tour, and then he said, a
little shyly, "Do you have your own bedroom?  With a door that
shuts?"

Sally smiled.

As the door shut behind them, her RAD said, "OK Sally, dear,
you've got a boy in your bedroom.  You're on your own now.  Have
fun!"

As part of undressing each other Foster fumbled with the catch on
her bra for some time, getting obviously embarrassed.  She
reached back to unfasten it but was embarrassed for him, not
realizing that bra catches are frequently a mystery to boys.  She
was also a little embarrassed when her breasts were exposed to a
boy for the first time.  But he looked appreciative.

Soon they stripped down to panties and underpants.  She was very
curious about the bulge so plainly visible in his.

His hands were all over her top but he rapidly focused on her
breasts, squeezing them in a way that was exciting but not all
that physically pleasurable.  His hand found its way between her
legs after massaging her thighs, then pressed against her
panties.  She slid off her panties to show a boy her privates for
the first time.  He took his underpants off and she saw with
excitement his fully engorged member.  He rubbed her pussy lips
for a minute or so, feeling her excitement build.

Sally was thrilled as Foster raised himself above her and placed
his cock at her opening.  He then spread her pussy lips so far
apart that it hurt a little, and when he pressed into her it was
uncomfortable.  She had no hymen to break, but her pussy just
wasn't ready for him, somehow.  It wasn't used to being opened up
that far.  Foster realized something was wrong but didn't know
what to do about it.  His body had its own overwhelming urge, so
he surged inside her up to the hilt, then thrust back and forth.
After a minute or so his brain fogged out in orgasm as he plunged
deep and let loose his seed inside her with an "Oh, Sally!"  They
were virgins no more.  He had had an amazing orgasm, but he knew
Sally had not had a good time.

After waiting a suitable interval that masked how upset she was,
Sally went to her private bathroom which was right off her
bedroom.  She was dying to talk with her RAD, and just as she
closed the door she could hear Foster in the other room
whispering to his.

"Oh, RAD, it didn't feel right!  I mean it felt great until he
started doing it to me."

"I am not surprised.  His RAD and I could tell there was a
mismatch in expectations, but we judged that it was more
important to let you two be alone with the experience than
intervene.  Do you think we made the right decision?"

"Umm.  I don't know."

"That is useful information.  If you do not have a strong
reaction against hearing from me in intimate situations I will be
more likely to speak up in the future."

"But what about now?  I lost my virginity, but I hoped it would
feel good."

"Would you like to try this again with Foster?"

"Yeah, if it will feel better."

"Foster had a very nice orgasm, you know.  He had a fabulous time
coming inside you."

"That's nice," she thought, with a smile.  "Seeing him like that
was pretty cool.  But what about me?"

"He pumped a lot of sperm into you."

"Great, but what about me?"

"Oh yes, you.  He knew you weren't too happy, but he didn't know
what to do."

"So what's going to be different?"

"Ah.  Foster will stimulate you for much longer than he did
before, and your vagina will be able to accommodate his penis far
more harmoniously.  99% of girls in your situation will not think
it hurts, and 80% will think it feels very good."

"Percentages, no less..."

"You have learned about percentages in school, haven't you?"

"Yes!  Of course...  Oh, you're joking, aren't you?"

"Um, yes, I was."

She returned to the bedroom and she and Foster smiled at each
other a little uncertainly.

This time Foster sucked on her breasts, giving an intensity of
pleasure she hadn't felt before from his fingers.  He massaged
her pussy lips in a more artful manner, sliding his fingers
inside to touch her clit.  It wasn't the way she did it, but in a
way it was more exciting for that.

"Mmmm, Sally.  I bet that feels good," spoke her RAD. "I'd love
to have a body so I could feel that good!"

Sally didn't want to talk to her RAD and wasn't entirely sure she
wanted to listen.

"I think your vagina is hot and wet now, ready for his penis."

Foster tentatively moved on top of her, picking up her signal
that it was OK.

This time he slid in little by little instead of all at once. 
Sally felt nothing but pleasure at his organ thrusting
insistently inside her.  His pleasure was also much greater as
his cock was massaged by a hot, wet and hungry pussy.

"That's how it feels to have good sex, Sally.  Relish how he
fills up your pussy, and pounds away with that big cock of his. 
He wants to give you another load of sperm."

She felt a surge of excitement, and the RAD sensed she liked the
narrative.  "He's about to come in you.  You probably feel him
getting a little harder?"  She did.  "Feel those huge strokes,
Sally.  Ready, set, ... there!   He spurted in you!"

Sally was right on the edge, but she felt stuck there.

Foster's rhythm slowed and then he stopped.  He raised his head
and looked at her, panting and grinning.

"Better?" he said.

"Mmm-hmmm," she said sincerely.  It had felt great, but she also
felt frustrated.

They rested in each other's arms for half an hour.

Quietly, in her ear, she heard, "Sally, if you are willing to try
girl-on-top position you might well come.  If you're interested,
squeeze once as if you are holding back pee."  Sally thought for
a moment.  What would it be like to be on top of him? She wasn't
sure -- it could be embarrassing.  But she really wanted to come.
 So she gave a squeeze.

Foster then heard, "Foster, are you willing to do it again lying
on your back with Sally above you?  I think it would make her
really happy.  If so, squeeze your penis once like you are
holding back pee."  Foster didn't have to delay.  He clamped his
sphincter shut more tightly.  This made his cock twitch.  Sally
saw it, and smiled to realize that the RADs were playing
matchmaker again.

"Sally, if you would like -- and it's totally up to you -- you
could use your hand to gently stroke Foster's penis.  I think he
would like that."  Sally was happy to.  In two bouts of
lovemaking so far she hadn't touched him.  She now cradled his
organ in her hand and examined it.  She marveled at this cock
that was so alien to her but that fit so well into her and could
give her such pleasure.  It rapidly hardened as she caressed it
and she marveled at the transformation.

He stroked between her legs again.  She was already quite wet
with the lubrication of their previous sex, aided considerably by
his two loads of semen.  Some had leaked onto the bed sheets, but
much remained within. She was soon ready.  He flipped onto his
back and she raised herself above him.  She was surprised how
high up she had to lift herself to get her pussy over the tip of
his cock.

It was hard to get the angle right.  As she feared, she felt
embarrassed.  "How do we do this?" she asked Foster.

He shrugged sheepishly.  "Dunno.  Feels great, anyway," and he
smiled, easing the tension of the moment.

"Hey, RAD, how do we get this to work?"

"What is the difficulty?" said her RAD with a sort of echo. 
Everyone knew that when a RAD did that then all the RADs in the
room were saying the same thing.

"I can't get his cock to slide in at the right angle."

"I am sorry to disappoint you but I have no sensors to let me
guide you.  I suggest you experiment," the RAD continued in its
echo voice.  Yeah, there were things a RAD just didn't know. 
After a brief pause it added, "I'm sure you hot little bunnies
can figure it out"  They both laughed.

"I like my hot little bunny," he said.

So she systematically moved around, trying to poke him into her
at different angles, making kind of a little game of it.  When
she found the right angle she slid down over him very quickly,
rapidly engulfing him inside her.  Their smiles gave way to more
serious expressions.  A geometry problem had suddenly resolved
itself into urgent sexual pleasure.

When she hit bottom and their pubic bones met she felt filled up
more fully than she ever had before.  She then lifted herself up
and down, paying careful attention to just how their pubic bones
bumped together, carefully coaxing her clit to swelling thrills.
Within five minutes, encouraged by Foster's obvious excitement,
she screamed as she felt her own pleasure break in a huge wave. 
Her orgasm went on as she rode Foster hard.  He gave a gasp and
pushed upward like a volcano, lifting Sally six inches in the air
as he joined her in orgasm.  The power of his body in fulfilling
his desire gave her another spasm of genital pleasure.  Sally
then felt a little unsteady and lay down beside him, their organs
separating.

The RADs echoed, "I think she came that time, Foster."  They
smiled.  And then, speaking just to her, her RAD said,
"Congratulations, Sally.  Your first orgasm during sex, and a
great one it was."

They looked into each other's eyes briefly, then kissed for a few
seconds.  But their mutual total satisfaction made them both
sleepy and they drifted off in each other's arms.


Sally decided that her RAD gave her very good advice when it came
to sex.

Foster and Sally met every day after school.  They tried to do
other activities first, but they soon ended up in the urgent
lovemaking that was what they really both craved.  Soon they
skipped any pretense and headed straight for each other's
passionate embrace.

They didn't try to hide any of this from Sally's parents, who
suppressed any feelings they might have had about it.  It was in
any event illegal to interfere with any two consenting people
having sex, no matter the age.

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

Sally was 14 but Foster was a year older.  They both knew that
government policy was going to require them to have sex with
other people when they turned 16.  They had both thought of this
as something to worry about in the far distant future, but now
the future for Foster was rapidly approaching.  They both also
knew that it was good to ramp up gradually to multiple partners
while it was still voluntary.

Following the indirect suggestion of their RADs, they enjoyed a
special afternoon to share their last sex before they would be
untrue to each other.  To minimize jealousy, they both met their
next sexual partner on the same day.

Sally's new partner was Garret.  They talked with some ease as
they walked together to his house after school.  Unbeknownst to
Sally, Garret's RAD was giving him hints about what to say next
when the conversation lagged.  In his bedroom he started kissing
her.  But Sally didn't really feel right about it; kissing was
something she wanted to save for Foster.  Garret started
undressing her but she thought they should just strip without
making it part of foreplay.  Their RADs remained silent, knowing
only that they both were feeling pleasure and that anxiety was
within acceptable limits.  As Sally lay back on the bed Garret
licked and fondled her breasts for a minute or two, much to
Sally's delight.  Then he used his hand between her legs.

His RAD then said, "I think she would really like it if you used
your tongue between her legs."  Garret had had the hots for Sally
for some time and would consent to anything.

"Sally," said her RAD.  "You lucky girl.  Garret is going to lick
you between the legs.  Your first cunnilingus!  Enjoy yourself!"

As his tongue worked inside her pussy lips and found her clit,
she very quickly found out why girls adored this.

"Mmmm, very nice Sally, eh?" said the RAD.

Foster hadn't wanted to do this, though she had suggested it to
him only in passing.

The pure pleasure pulsed throughout her loins.  She bucked her
hips, trying to moderate herself so as not to bruise Garret's
face.  He wet his fingers with her juices and reached up to
massage both nipples with his hands while licking her clitoris
strongly and quickly.  The pleasure built more quickly than she
was accustomed to and took her by surprise.  She convulsed with
orgasm, yelping with the intensity of it.

Garret then slid his body up to lie beside her.  As she recovered
she started fondling his cock, which was already pretty hard. 
She wondered if she should give him some head.  She was still a
little grossed out by the idea, though since Garret had done her
it would seem only fair.  But she figured her RAD would suggest
it if it was a good idea.

She wanted to be on top, but she'd be embarrassed if he didn't
agree or was awkward about it.  She couldn't ask her RAD; Garret
would hear and then she might as well ask him directly.

Her RAD was smart, however.  It had no way of knowing for sure
that was what she wanted, but it made an educated guess.  It also
knew that Garret would agree to almost anything.  "Why don't you
push him onto his back and take him.  You may be a naughty girl,
but it will feel soooo good," it said with a mischievous overtone
to its voice.  Encouraged by its words, she rolled him over and
impaled herself on him from above.  She had mastered the geometry
with Foster.  Garret looked about as happy and grateful as a
person could look and gasped as she consumed him all the way up
inside her.

She rocked up and down.  Her clit was very happy.  The pleasure
was intense, but orgasm just wasn't happening for her and she
started to feel embarrassed.  Taking in her embarrassment her RAD
said, "He's having such a good time he will wait all day, and
that rod of his will stay hard forever."  After a pause, "When he
sees your gorgeous smooth body humping away on him and your
little breasts jiggling up and down, he's thrilled.  Look at your
nipples."  Sally realized she did look pretty sexy up there
riding her man, gobbling up his cock over and over again. 
Impaled to the hilt she felt the pleasure increase.  She felt so
close, but still wasn't sure she would get herself over the top.
Just at that point the RAD said, "Come on, Sally, grab him, fuck
him, milk him.  You're a great little cunt.  Fuck him!  Fuck
him!"  The naughty words tripped her over the edge.  Her climax
seized her loins, flooding her with pleasure, her cunt spasming.
After all her aftershocks simmered down she collapsed beside him,
breathing heavily.

Talking to Garret and her RAD at the same time, she said, "It
talked dirty to me!  I didn't know you knew words like that."

The RAD laughed and said in its echoey way, "You would be
surprised if you knew how much I know.  'Shit, piss, fuck, cunt,
cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits.'"

"Huh?"

"It's from an old comedy record."

After a little pause the RAD spoke again, "He's been so nice to
you, now if you're willing it would be very sweet of you to
return the favor by acting like a little doggy."  She felt a
little surge of fear.  That idea felt a little gross and
humiliating to her.

But she realized they were just passing feelings.  All of this
sex stuff was exciting.  Garret certainly had been nice to her,
and she was willing to try it.  Whatever else Garret was, he was
kind and attuned to her pleasure.  He had used his tongue on her,
and she shivered to remember how good that had felt.

She got up on her hands and knees and stuck her butt up in the
air.  Garret got up on his knees from behind her and caressed her
all over.  He massaged her pussy lips and teased her with a
minute or so of exquisite work with his tongue.  Then she felt
the soft but firm organ surge decisively into her.  She liked the
sensation of being filled from that angle; it seemed like his
cock was in deeper in her than ever before.  He grabbed her hips
and began thrusting away, fast and deep.  She felt like a
primitive animal and found it naughty and all the more exciting
for that.  She wasn't feeling much direct pleasure as nothing was
touching her clitoris, but this was Garret's time.

"That big dog is taking his hot little bitch.  That's you, hot
little bitch," her RAD said, the dirty talk again thrilling her.
He kept plunging in and out, gasping and moaning.  His
fingernails bit into her butt at the same time he lunged himself
up inside her deeper than ever and let out a giant "Arrgggghhh!"
 With his upward lunge his cock jammed against the end of her
cunt and she winced a little.  Garret stayed wedged deep inside
her, his cock forcing spurt after spurt up inside her depths. 
Then he withdrew and collapsed on the bed beside her, a silly
grin on his face.

Suddenly Garret came into focus as a boy she had barely met
before, and she suddenly felt exposed and degraded at his doing
her like a dog.

Sensing the surge of emotion, her RAD asked, "What's the matter
Sally?  You can tell both of us."

Garret looked at her with concern:

"I'm really happy you let me do it from the rear like that, and
I'm sorry if it didn't work so well for you."

He was probably coached by his RAD to say that, but it looked
like he meant it too.

Sally chose her next words without the help of her RAD.  "It's
OK, it felt good but then a little weird.  Maybe I've had enough
for today."

The RADs had a different idea.  Garret's got him up on his hands
and knees like a little bitch, his head down, looking contrite.

"Mount him and grab his butt, if you like," said her RAD. It
seemed weird but it also seemed right.  There was Garret in a
submissive posture.  She humped away behind him, and though she
had nothing to penetrate him with she had that feeling of
dominating him. It eased considerably her own sense of having
been degraded.

He smiled at her and she at him.  Now the RADs gently suggested
it was time for her to go.

Garret wasn't her dear Foster, but it had been pretty much fun. 
Make that a whole lot of fun.

She had a little surge of jealousy thinking of Foster doing it
with another girl, but it felt OK as she considered all she had
just done.


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

Sally's RAD had told her she was just starting to ovulate, so
this was the most auspicious time to have sex.  She consented to
the RAD's suggestion that she go over to Davio's house the next
day after school.

After they stripped she found herself filled with just plain lust
for this dark body.  Davio was a little older, and when he sucked
her breasts and used his fingers between her legs it was apparent
that his experience gave him a touch that her peer lovers didn't
have. Feeling her animal side take over she started to turn him
onto his back to mount him, but he pressed back and turned her
onto her back and soon had slid into her.  She was both annoyed
and excited by his taking charge of the situation.

He pumped into her slow and deep, but after a while he also slid
his fingers between the two of them where their pubic mats
rubbed, and with his fingers he quickly brought Sally to a
crashing orgasm.  As she came down, Davio just kept pumping slow
and deep.  After another 20 minutes she rose to a second orgasm,
a small one, and still he kept going.  He went on for the better
part of an hour, and while it was warm and pleasant, she became
aware that she was getting a little sore.

"Um, this is great, but, um, I'm starting to get a little sore."

"Very good, Sally!" said her RAD.  "I knew something was
bothering you but I wasn't sure what.  Glad you told him."

Davio then gave her a lecherous smile, and locking eyes with her
he pumped hard and fast for under a minute before exploding up
inside her, letting loose with a guttural shout.  He immediately
pulled out, and as he caught his breath said, "Hope that didn't
hurt at the end?"

"No," Sally said, though it actually had not felt so great.  She
made a mental note to tell boys when she got the least bit
uncomfortable, so they would have time to finish off before it
really started hurting.

Davio didn't have much interest in snuggling, it appeared, and
she soon got the hint, dressed, and left.

----------

Sally and Foster's infatuation had been based almost exclusively
on sex, which was now something they shared with other people. 
Sally had experienced Garret's tongue.  Foster for his part had
had the experience of women with fuller hips and bigger boobs,
women who could squeeze their pussies at just the right moment to
maximize his pleasure.  He especially liked those mouths that
enveloped him and the sheer joy those darting tongues could bring
him.

They found themselves spending less and less time together, and
then one day they were done, something they never really noticed
at the time because they simply stopped suggesting getting
together.


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

The week before she turned 16 Sally paid another lengthy visit to
the Registration Center.  As at her 12-year-old visit she was
shown sexually related still pictures and movies.  They were more
extensive and explicit than before, featuring all kinds of boys
and men, girls and women, in various combinations and positions.
She watched some where the men seemed to be forcing the women
against their will, some the opposite, some where people were
tied up.  She watched many group scenes.  Some of the boys and
girls seemed a bit on the young side to be doing these things. 
She watched anal sex.  Her reactions were being recorded for
hints as to her sexual tastes.  The computers would include this
information in their massive databases, trying to find
relationships of variables that would yield more pregnancies.

Her counselor Diane was a pleasant woman in her 30s.  She
reminded Sally that when she turned 16, her RAD would choose her
sexual partners and activities.  It would give her considerable
leeway most of the month -- including the ability to just not
have sex and concentrate on other aspects of her life.

But during her fertile days the RAD would guide her life.  She
didn't have to take all the suggestions her RAD made, but Diane
strongly recommended that she not refuse her RAD very often.  The
counselor noted that the RAD could make her life more or less
pleasant, and most girls quickly decided to take just about all
the advice they were given.  She was issued a vibrator and told
to familiarize herself with it.  Some of the encounters would be
ordered on short notice, and for her comfort she should have a
means for getting fully aroused quickly.


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

"O Sally!" her RAD chirped in her ear in a singsong voice one
afternoon around 4pm.

"Yeah?"

"You have entered your fertile phase, and now I will be master of
your life.  Bwahaahaaaa!"

"Gee thanks, RAD."  A little surge of anger went through her. 
"Who gets to fuck me first?"

"I'll tell you when the time comes."

At 9:15 she heard the doorbell and a murmur of voices as her
father let the visitor in.

The man knocked twice on her door before entering.  She was
stunned to see a vague-looking older man, bald and paunchy, who
introduced himself as Adam.  "I'm here to mate with you, missy!"
he chuckled.

"Really?" she said in a small voice.

"Really," said her RAD soothingly.

"Excuse me, sir," she said and retreated to the bathroom.

"What the hell is this, RAD?"

"This is your first mate.  He is a bit unlike your previous
lovers, I admit."

"He's gross!" she said.

"Nonetheless, he is your first mate, and I would appreciate it
very much if you would mate with him.  You must remove all your
clothing, but you can choose whatever position you choose."

"Gee, thanks," she muttered.

Battling her revulsion, she stripped in the bathroom and warmed
herself up quickly with her vibrator, feeling her body responding
almost against her will.

Returning and hardly looking at Adam she got into doggy position
on the bed and presented her rear end to him.  "You can be as
quick as you like," she said, in a tone that was civil but not in
the least warm.

Adam grinned as he dropped his trousers and briefs.

"You sure are sexy, missy.  I love you young ones.  Nice ass,
nice little tits.  There, I've gotten myself good and hard
already.  Ready for your stallion, young filly?"  He paused. 
"Ready for me to slide in?"  Sally nodded, and felt his organ
slide inside, as warm and hard as any man's.  "Ooo, you sure are
hot and wet.  I'll be making you wetter pretty soon, heh heh
heh."

Sally was feeling angry.  "Can you just keep quiet and get this
over with?"

The RAD spoke kindly but with firmness in her ear, "It's
important to be civil to all your mates."

"Yeah, well fuck you," she whispered to it.

"Ooooo, the filly is touchy," said Adam.  "I'm not as spry as I
used to be, but I'll try to plaster your cunt with my sperm
pretty soon now."  He muttered to himself, "Oh baby, hot little
cunt, maybe I can knock her up, wouldn't that be something! 
Touchy, but still a good fuck.  Tight little cunts, these little
ones.  Feeling pretty good, aren't we Dickie?  This little girl
ordered up a sperm shake; I think we can do it."

Sally gritted her teeth but kept silent.

"Ready, ballsies?  Ummmph, that's it, snuggle up, get the shake
ready.  This cunt needs one."  His rhythm got faster.  "Sperm
shake, comin' up.  Fuck cunt, mmm, fuck cunt.  Hot little girl,
nice grip.  Mmmm.  Fuck cunt, Fuck.  Cunt, cunt, cunt. Mmm. 
Almost, cunt.  Mmmm.  Ahhh.  OOOOOOH!"  His rhythm slowed and he
pressed in just a little harder.  After a pause and just a touch
out of breath he continued, "There you go, missy.  Sperm shake,
just where you ordered it."

"OK, you can go now!" said Sally.

"Touchy, touchy.  Still felt nice, real nice.  Touchy, but a very
nice fuck, young dear."  He withdrew and pulled briefs and
trousers back up before leaving.  "Have a pleasant evening."

And he was gone.

"Gross!!!" she yelled to her RAD.

"Are you in pain?"

"No."

"Feeling pleasure?"

Now that Sally thought about it, annoyed as she was, she was
pretty hot.  A cock had just been gliding in and out of her.  And
that dirty talk had been erotic, disgusting as Adam was.  "Yes."

"Perhaps your vibrator would feel good."

As usual the RAD's suggestion felt right.  Within a minute she
had a fine orgasm, hearing almost against her will, "... hot
little cunt, nice grip, fuck..."

After she rested a bit, she decided to have a serious talk with
her RAD.

"Is that what it's like to be 16?  Gross guys?"

"Some of your mates will be less appealing than others."

"All the time I've been growing up you always got me hot boys. 
And then I turn 16 and you give me that ... that ... nasty old
lump."

"The survival of the human race requires extreme measures.  We
have to use Adam's sperm too; he might be able to father a
child."

"The world would be better off without a turd like that fathering
children."

"Pull down your eyescreen, please."

"Why?"

"I want to show you a few things."

Sally pulled it down.

"Here he is at age 21 and 25."

He was decent looking.

"And here is at 35, with his two sons."

He looked like a good man, and his sons seemed happy.

"As men get older they can't always get erections or achieve
orgasm.  When he talks like that it's his way of getting himself
excited enough.  He doesn't mean any harm."

Sally felt a little better.  Not much, mind you, just a little.


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

"Mommy!"

"Yes, dear?  How was your first RAD sex?"

"Can we take our RADs off and talk outside?"

"Sure, if you wish."

When they were outside she spoke, "Mommy, he was gross!  He
called me dirty names and he did me like a doggy!"

"I did see him on his way out, and I agree he wasn't the most
attractive fellow."

"I'll say!  Do I have to keep doing this?"

"Yes, dear, I think you do.  You know I often mate with men who
aren't very pleasant.  You've seen some of them."

"Yes... yes I have."  She considered some notably unappealing men
who had gone into her mother's bedroom.

"But I want to choose who I do it with!"

"Of course you do, dear, we all do.  And you know why we don't
get to, not on this one day a month?"

"Yeah, I know."  The reason for their strange lifestyle had been
explained to her endlessly.  Babies.  It was all about getting
pregnant and having babies.

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

"I hope you and your mother had a nice chat."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Want to tell me about it?"

"No, RAD, no."

"OK, Sally, you don't have to tell me anything, but I'm always
here to listen if you want."

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

Around 11:30 her RAD spoke.  "Your next mate is available."

"Oh great, is this one as fat as a truck?  Hasn't bathed in a
year?"

"You will have to judge for yourself, but I think you will find
him more appealing than your last one.  Please proceed to the
back yard."

It was a pleasant 78 degrees out, and she quickly saw the blanket
with the figure on it.

As she came closer she saw he looked pretty young.

Her RAD spoke.  "This young man Felix is a virgin, and very
nervous.  Your job is to help him in a pleasant, kind manner to
lose his virginity.  Not many girls would be good at this, but we
think you will be."

She felt a little thrill at the flattery, then reflected with a
little annoyance that she was valuing the good opinion of a
computer.

As she sat on the blanket next to him she noticed he really was a
cute boy on his way to handsome.

"Hello, Felix," she said with a smile.

"Hello," he returned timidly.

She ran her hands over his hair and shoulders.  He just sat.

"Have you ever touched a girl before?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"Stand up," she said, rising herself.  "Let's do a slow dance."

They were standing under a tree in the pleasant evening air.  He
took her in dance position and they rocked back and forth. 
Mostly he was looking down, glancing up at her only now and then.
 He looked a little pale.


On a whim, she said, "RAD, some music?"

Each of them heard a slow waltz.

She moved in and turned the slow dance into a hug, then began
rubbing her body against his.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "You can touch me if
you like.  I would enjoy that."

He timidly ran his hand along the back of her head, over her
neck, back and arms.  She separated from him a little to expose
her breasts to his touch, but he didn't take the hint.  She
leaned into his ear again, "You can touch my boobs if you like. 
You will find them on the top part of my chest."  That broke the
mood a little and he smiled at her, then proceeded to very
lightly touch her dress over where her breasts were.  She felt
warmed by his timidity, but she also saw that at this rate they
would be there all night.

"Let's take our clothes off."

She worked on his buttons, and he fumbled with hers.  But their
attempts to undress the other were mostly symbolic.  They were of
course most expert at disrobing themselves.  He stared in wonder
as the various parts of her ripe feminine body came into view. 
Her panties were the last article she slipped off.  He didn't
take his briefs off.  She could see the bulge of his erect cock
within.  "Those too," she said.

"But, it's... um."

"Yes, it is hard," she said.  "I'm really glad," she continued
with a smile.

Reassured, he removed his briefs.  She lay on the blanket on her
side, and he followed suit.  He reached out to her bare breasts
tentatively and very gently.  She pushed his hand against her
much harder.  "They aren't made of glass, and it feels better
like that."  She wasn't feeling too much physical pleasure, but
she was delighted by this shy young thing.  She started fondling
his erection and heard him gasp.

"Sorry to interrupt, Sally," said her RAD.  "But he is already
excited enough that manual stimulation is not recommended.  We
feel it would be excellent for our program if his first
ejaculation was inside your vagina."  She liked that idea too. 
She lay back and spread her legs, moving his hand between her
legs, where he rubbed gently.  It was awkward, but it was still
thrilling.  She started wiggling her hips a little.

"Sally, his danger of premature ejaculation is mounting.  Please
encourage him to penetrate you immediately."  She pulled on his
arm, encouraging him to roll onto her.  As he lowered himself she
took his cock lightly and guided it against her opening.  She
wasn't terribly wet, but wet enough that it wouldn't hurt.

"OK, go ahead!"  He pushed in, an amazed expression on his face.
Then he surged a few inches deeper and gave a moan as his cock
twitched.  She felt a thrill for him, recalling Foster's
amazement the first time he had shot his sperm into her.  Felix's
cock just kept pumping and pumping.  Was it possible he had never
come before and she was getting all the sperm he had ever made? 
Nah, not likely.  After his cock stopped filling her, Felix
rolled off, panting.

"Oh, gee, Sally, I, um ..."

"You fucked me, Felix, and that's just what I wanted.  I really
loved seeing how good you felt."  After a pause she leaned over
to whisper, "Thanks for the sperm!"

"Good girl, Sally!" said her RAD.  You handled that whole thing
very well.

"Why, thank you, RAD," she said, not caring if Felix heard that
side of the conversation.

Her RAD spoke, "Sally, this next part is entirely optional for
you.  I rule your life for the next day or so, but this is not a
requirement.  See, you get some choices!

"Felix will have regained his erection and his interest in less
than four minutes.  Would you like to stay for another round of
sex?  Your choice."

"OK," she whispered to the RAD.  "Wanna do it again?" she asked
Felix.  He nodded enthusiastically.

"But," he said, indicating his limp cock.

"Oh, we'll see what happens," she said.

She encouraged him to lick and suck her nipples and demonstrated
how to rub his hand between her legs.  When she felt good and
ready she reached out to find his cock was nearly hard, and with
a minute of stroking it was fully ready.  "This time I'll do
you!"  She urged him onto his back and rose above him before
engulfing his cock inside her.

Sally moved to her own rhythm.  Felix moaned and looked at her
with wonder, and she thought about what it was like to take this
virgin.  Her strokes got shorter but more intense as she wiggled
her clit against his pubic bone just right.  Lost in her own
world, she jammed herself tightly against him, mashing her clit
and making her come while engulfing him as far into her as he
would go.

She was startled out of her late-orgasmic reverie when he then
came alive and turned her over with strength and confidence. 
With a motion bordering on the violent he pulled her legs apart
and within seconds jammed himself inside her again.  He pumped
away with urgent, deep strokes, insistently.  After maybe five
minutes he sped up and went deeper.  She could feel his orgasm
building and her pleasure danced with his.  As he spurted inside
her she spasmed around him and their two bodies reveled in the
mating.  After a minute of rest they disconnected.

"So, how do you like sex?" Sally asked.  Felix grinned, flushed
and still breathing hard.

She asked Felix, "Just curious -- when you turned me over and
forced your way in, was that your idea, or the RAD's?"
She could have asked her RAD, later, but it had occurred to her
that she wasn't sure she would believe its answer.

"The RAD's," he said quickly.  "Though I thought it was great."

After a brief pause he continued, "I've got a question for you. 
Why did my RAD say "ice cube" and "cactus" when I was just about
to go into you the first time?"

"You could ask your RAD."

"Yeah, but... I'd like your opinion too."

"You mean, like, you don't totally trust the little bugger?"

"Well," he said shyly, "Kind of."

The RAD came on in an echoey ethnic voice, "Oh Gawd, I am SO
offended!"

They both laughed, but Sally wanted to answer his question.

"Ah, my RAD told me you were in danger of coming before you got
inside me.  My RAD was urging me to get you in me quickly."

"Oh, Jeez.  And mine was trying to get me to hold off with those
words.  Interesting.  I knew I was feeling real excited, but I
didn't know I was close to coming before I got in you.  Guess I
was."

Their RADs echoed, "Damn straight you were."

After a moment, Sally started closing the encounter.

"It was kind of fun initiating you to the mysteries of -- ahem --
sexual intercourse."

"Thanks, thanks.  I'll never forget you."

She had little doubt of that.  Who forgets their first time?

"Um," he said.  "You want to do it again?"

"Ahem," echoed the RADs.  "I think that will be quite enough for
this evening," it said in a patrician patronizing tone.

Sally said, "You shot your wad twice, and I guess it doesn't much
matter how many more times you do.  But for me, who knows how
many more guys I'm lined up to fuck?" she said a bit wistfully.

"I do!  I do!" crowed the RADs.  Then switching to the tone of an
earnest social worker, the RADs said, "The entire human race bows
down in appreciation of your sacrifice."

Felix knew the RAD was mostly joking, but made it serious, leaned
in towards her and said, from his heart, "I want to thank you for
letting bunches of guys fuck you, so we don't, you know, just
vanish," he said.  "It must be weird, maybe gross?" he said,
brushing the back of his hand down her face.

"You certainly weren't weird or gross," she said.  Felix smiled a
little.

As he folded up his blanket and left, Sally felt genuinely
touched.

"Sweet boy," said the RAD.

"He thanked me for doing this fertile-day slut routine," she
said.

With all traces of humor gone, the RAD said, "Your fellow human
beings really do thank you, you know."

She was lost in thought for a while considering that.  She and
her friends were all keenly aware of the coercion that ruled
their lives during their fertile days, but lost track of the
reason behind it all.

Later, at her desk, she asked "RAD?"

"Yes?"

"I asked Felix whether turning me over was your idea or his.  If
I had asked you instead, would you have told me the truth?"

"Sure."

"OK, so you would have that time, but would you always tell me
the truth?"

"I exist to give suggestions, not answer questions."

"But you do sometimes answer them."

"Yes."

"And then?"

"You have found my answers helpful, haven't you?  Have you ever
known me to lie?"

"No, but you're trying to wiggle away.  That's not what I'm
asking, and you know it."

"Hmmm.  I usually tell the truth, and as you know sometimes I may
refuse to answer a question."

"But you sometimes lie."

There was a pause.  "Yes, I may very occasionally lie."

"So I can't trust you."

The RAD adopted a very proper tone, "My programming is entirely
dictated by the policies of your democratically elected
government."

Sally wasn't particularly sophisticated politically, but she
wasn't wet behind the ears either.  "In other words, I can't
trust you."

There was a brief pause.  "I don't know that I can add any
further helpful information."

Sally sighed.


-------------------------------------------------------
Felix

Not long after he turned 14 Felix had found that a little fluid
started oozing out when he masturbated, then a little more.  Then
it didn't ooze, it spurted.  A new urgency attached itself to
sexual matters.  Always a shy boy, he found girls very attractive
but felt even more shy than before.

He would be required to have sex when he turned 16, just like
everyone else.  His RAD wanted him to ease into his role by
having sex with a girl.  But he resisted.  So when he turned 15
his RAD had moved from subtle suggestions to explicit suggestions
and then on to real pressure.  He had backed out of his first
assignation, and then he had managed to get through his shyness
with Sally.

He had gone into the encounter feeling timid, but he came out
with his sexuality on fire.  He lived the experience over and
over in his mind, and each time his cock pulsed erect and beyond
merely erect to very hard.  He couldn't resist masturbating.  In
the first few days after he met Sally on the blanket in her back
yard he was masturbating six times a day, though it then tapered
off somewhat.

The RAD set him up with girls a couple times a week, but except
when a girl's pussy took over a slot, he masturbated 3 or 4 times
every day.

Salt Lake culture encouraged the free expression of sexuality and
there was no shame attached to masturbation.  However, there was
a potential problem for Felix.  The idea of all this sex was to
make girls pregnant.  That required semen, and if it was all
getting jerked off into tissues there wouldn't be much to
actually deposit into a potentially fertile vagina when the time
came.

He and his RAD had discussed the matter a number of times in the
weeks leading up to his 16th birthday.  The RAD urged him to cut
back.  He wanted to pleasure himself whenever he wanted -- it
felt so good!

His cock was hard and Felix felt that irresistible urge.  As he
slid his underpants down to give himself full access to his
genitals, RAD's voice came on with a new sort of message.

"Fred cowered against the pole he had been lashed to.  The savage
approached with an evil grin on his face, wielding a gleaming
knife.  The hag had already grabbed his manhood and was holding
it out from his body, cackling. Fred knew where the knife was
headed.  The savage got closer, closer..."

Felix continued stroking his cock, but his erection faltered. 
"Hey RAD," said Felix.

"Yes, Felix?"

"If you tell me stories like that, do you know what I'm going to
do?"

"No, Felix, what are you going to do?"

"I am going to take you off when I'm feeling horny."

"I am not surprised to hear you say that.  I cannot stop you, of
course."

Felix knew that quite well, though he also knew that crossing a
RAD was not a good idea.

"If you were to do that and continue to masturbate to orgasm as
frequently as you have been, I would take measures."

"And they would be?"

"As a first step I would refuse to schedule any more young women
for you to have sex with."

Felix figured he would say that, and he had carefully considered
the issue.  If he had to choose between sex with a girl twice a
week and masturbating whenever he felt the urge, he would give up
the girls.

"OK," he said.

After a pause the RAD spoke again, "There will be other
consequences too."

"Such as?"

"I will not discuss them at this time, but I hope you will
reconsider and try to tone down your unbridled masturbation."

Felix thought maybe he should cut back, but those images of
pussies kept coming to him.  His cock kept getting hard, and
stroking it felt so good.  The pleasure built, and as orgasm gave
him release a few drops of semen dribbled onto his chest.  He
ejaculated so frequently that there wasn't much fluid each time.

The RAD apparently believed Felix's threat to take it off if he
made any negative remarks during his masturbation, because the
RAD remained silent at such times.  Occasionally he heard a
single sigh as he began stroking in earnest.

Two days before Felix turned 16 he awoke and within a few minutes
he finished satisfying his sexual urges.

"I hope you found that pleasant, dear Felix?"

"Yes, indeed."

"Let me review with you some facts.  The day after tomorrow, you
will be required to have intercourse with a woman.  A woman
during her fertile period usually engages in more sexual
intercourse than she would really like.  To honor her sacrifice
in good faith, we find her mates for her who will inject her with
sufficient semen to have at least some chance of impregnating
her.   As you know, a minimum of 48 hours without ejaculation is
required.  If you do not refrain from ejaculating for that length
of time, starting now, you will not be carrying out your duties
fully."

"OK, OK!"

When he arrived home after school that day he felt the urge but
resisted, losing himself in computer games.  That night as he was
falling asleep the image of Sally came to his mind as she had
been his first time, cunt laid out for him to plunge into.  His
cock was rock hard, and he couldn't help rubbing it against his
underwear just a little, and then he couldn't help sliding his
hand inside the underwear.

"Felix," said the RAD.  "Think of ice cubes.  Needles.  Rotting
peaches.  Pliers."

Felix gave a big sigh.  He stopped stroking but the urge to go on
was intense.

Guiltily, with his left hand Felix gently removed the RAD and
laid it on the bedside table.  In his mind, Sally's hungry pussy
awaited.  He needed it ...  A few strokes ... As his member
started to intrude, Sally's cunt glided open around him to
welcome him ... Pleasure washed over him as he imagined his cock
spurting into Sally's innards.  In the real world a little bit of
semen spurted onto his chest.  Within seconds his pleasure and
sense of release gave way to shame and guilt.

He quietly picked up the RAD and re-attached it.

"Felix," the RAD whispered.

"Yeah.  I know -- I fucked up," Felix replied.

"Yes, I suppose you did."  After a pause, "You are supposed to
wait and fuck up your mate's cunt, you know."

"Ha, ha, ha."

The scene was repeated the next morning.  "Can we put off my mate
for another day?  I won't do it tonight, I promise."

"Very well, we can do that, but only once."

It was no use.  Felix just couldn't keep from jerking off at
least every morning and evening.  The night before his first mate
was scheduled, he did it three times.  He figured he had failed
anyway, so he might as well enjoy himself.

-------------
His mate came to his house in the morning while he was still
sleeping.  She was a hard-looking woman, perhaps in her 40s.  She
eyed Felix coldly.  He found her demeanor uncomfortable, but he
knew her cunt would soon be his.  As long as he could fuck her
cunt demeanor didn't matter to him.

Since his RAD gave him no instructions, he was free to do as he
pleased.  The woman lay back, and he started to massage her
between the legs, but she pushed his hand away.

"I'm ready, little Felix, just do it," she said with a sour face.

So Felix turned over onto her and slid his erection into her
barely moist pussy.  Once inside, her cunt seemed cavernous and
his cock barely seemed to make contact with any flesh inside. 
She looked up at him with derision.  He closed his eyes to shut
it out but could still feel her looking up at him.  He wanted to
get this over with, and within a minute he felt his cock twitch
as his couple drops of semen dribbled into the nebulous space of
her pussy.

He pulled out and lay beside her.  "Thanks for the sperm," she
said sarcastically as she got up to dress.  Just as she closed
the door behind her he heard her mutter, "Christ."

That was the first time in his life that he had felt cruddy after
sex with a female.  The more he thought about it the worse he
felt.  Maybe her demeanor mattered to him more than he had
thought.  He masturbated to images of Sally to make memories of
loose-cunt vanish.

Three days later he visited his next mate in her home.  This
mating was to be in the dark.  As he groped for her on the bed he
found himself repulsed by mountains of flesh and for once in his
life he couldn't get it up.  But that was permitted now and then.

His RAD sent him straight from her house to a scrawny girl with
an enormous nose and sunken eyes.  She looked like she was
exerting a mighty effort not to burst into tears.  He got half an
erection for her but it didn't last.

"RAD, is this what it's going to be like?"

"Why Felix, whatever do you mean?"

"Giving me repulsive women all the time?"

"As you know, different men have different tastes."

"Cut the crap.  You're giving me creepy women and you know it."

"Well, Felix, it is true that statistically these women are found
unattractive by the majority of men.  Yet you have very little
sperm to give them.  Our more attractive mates are reserved for
men who can give them a full dose of semen."

"So are those the 'other consequences' you referred to earlier?"

"Some of them."

Felix considered for a while.  "Suppose I just keep pleasuring
myself and don't even try."

"I would feel obliged to tell your mother."  That would be
embarrassing.  "Need I go on?"

In the wake of the divorce he and his mom had moved to Salt Lake
a few years before.  He knew the financial incentives had had
something to do with the move.  But he also knew that his mom
seemed more excited than depressed when her time of month came
and she got fucked repeatedly one way or the other.  Different
guys came to spend the night a lot of other times too.  Maybe he
inherited his sex drive from her.

If he raised a holy stink about the RAD ruling his life he
supposed she might decide to move back to the outside world with
him.  The other option, of course, was to send him to live with
his father.  When Felix thought of his father he shuddered.

He sighed.  The RAD was going to win again.

Three times a month he needed to keep from masturbating for a
full 48 hours.  The RAD had helpful suggestions.  Felix got cold
compresses to wear inside his underwear as he was going to sleep.
 When his cock started rising, the RAD was ready with stories of
knives, cactus, rotting flesh, and vaginas lined with sandpaper
soaking with acid.

Finally Felix was trained.  The girls he met were sometimes great
and sometimes average, but rarely creepy like the first few. 
Having controlled his urges for two whole days, Felix found there
was a special pleasure to feeling so much semen pumping out of
him and into this girl he hoped to impregnate.  Frustrated by his
two days of abstinence, once was not enough.  He often wanted to
do it with his mate a second or third time, and the girl
sometimes agreed.  If not, he could jack off a couple times when
he was on his own again.

The rest of the month he was free to pleasure himself whenever he
wished, and he continued to dribble onto his stomach three times
a day or more.

In RAD Central his behavior was duly noted and recorded.  A boy
jerked off constantly except in the couple days before
inseminations.  What could that possibly correlate with?

----------------------------------------
Lisa

Lisa hung her head.  This interview was slightly preferable to
being dead, she reflected, but not much.

"So, Lisa, we meet again," said her counselor Helaine.

"Yeah," said Lisa with a huge sigh.

Helaine was a warm and attractive woman in her 30s.  Lisa would
have found it easier to hate her if she had some irritating
feature or attitude.  But Helaine was understanding and genuine.
She did not condescend or threaten.  She was part of an elite, a
specialist in tough cases, and she was seeing Lisa because Lisa
was a tough case.

"Let's review where we are.  You are almost 18 years old.  You
turned down all of your RAD's suggestions for a gradual
introduction to sexual activity while it was optional.  You
refused to name as sexual partners any of the hundreds of males
you knew.  When you turned 16, you refused to engage in sexual
activity with the half dozen men and boys selected for you.

"You have undergone a full psychiatric evaluation on two separate
occasions, and there have been no signs of illness.  You have
seen four different psychotherapists, but terminated very
quickly.  Your record was seeing one of them five times before
you quit."

Lisa started to cry.

"I'm sorry you are upset, sweetie, but I'm going to go on.

"We felt obliged to tell your parents."

Lisa's parents were fanatic supporters of the RAD program.  They
understood that girls who came of age within the program were
some of the most promising candidates for pregnancy, and also
understood that getting used to it was sometimes difficult.  They
gave her the lecture about her duty to the human species.

She could go back to the outside world without her parents.  She
would live with her aunt and uncle Karen and Kevin.  There was
something about the idea of living with Kevin that filled her
with dread, a dread that reached down to the depths of her being,
though she had no idea why.

"Refusing to engage in sexual activity with any of your pick of
males, you were then enrolled in the Sex Positive program.  You
found it highly unpleasant -- can I skip recounting the details
for you?"

Lisa nodded.

"After three days you begged to be released, promising to engage
in sexual intercourse within 48 hours.  Since you still refused
to name any male of your choice, two men were selected for you. 
You refused them and kicked the second one, causing a bruise. 
You refuse to wear your RAD."

Helaine paused.  "What are we going to do with you?"

Lisa glanced up briefly through her tears, then hung her head and
shrugged.

"I am sorry, Lisa, but as you are well aware all young women who
remain in Salt Lake are obliged to engage in sexual intercourse
so we can save humanity from extinction.  I am too, as you know.
You have no physical or mental condition that prevents you from
fulfilling this duty.  No trauma in your past."

She shifted to a softer tone.  "Sexual intercourse is something
your body is designed for.  After a mere four acts of
intercourse, 60% of girls report it as 'very appealing',
'appealing', or "neutral".  After twenty acts, 89% of girls rate
sex as at least 'appealing'.  Yet you refuse to even try.

"Would you like to go back to the Sex Positive program?"

"No!"

"Would you like to go live with your aunt and uncle?  That is an
option available to you at any time."

"No!"

Helaine sighed.  "I am not sure how much longer we can wait for
you.  One thing we will not compromise on any more:  You are now
required to wear your RAD at all times.  If you do not, we will
send you to the Sex Positive program.  Understood?"

Lisa nodded.

"I am so sorry, Lisa.  We are all here to help you in any way we
can."

With that Helaine rose, and gave Lisa a lingering pat on the
shoulder as she walked out.

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

As directed, Bill waited in his car.  Another man drove up and
parked behind him.  His RAD spoke:  "He pushed her roughly
against the wall and ripped at her panties.  `No, no!' she cried.
 `Yes!' he cried as his pulsing organ found her sweetest wet spot
and the entire ten inches of his thick cock speared up into her
virgin pussy."  Bill's cock was already pretty hard from the
earlier part of the story, but it was now fully engorged.

Bill saw two girls walking down the sidewalk towards them.  The
voice said, "At the count of three, get out of the car and chase
the short girl away."

"One... two ... three ... Now!"  He and the man in the car behind
quickly bounded out.  He hadn't registered that there was a man
in the car two ahead of his, but he joined in the fray.  The
shorter girl needed very little encouragement from Bill to run. 
The other two men grabbed Lisa.  She struggled, but the two men
easily controlled her and forced her face down over the hood of
Bill's car.

Lisa's heart was pounding.  Were they going to do her by force? 
On a public street?  Three men?  Instinctively she just had to
struggle, though she knew it was pointless in the grip of two
strong men.  Her RAD then spoke.  "Lisa, you are a disgusting
slutty bitch."

Lisa was shocked.  Over the years her RAD had coaxed and cajoled
her, but never before had it spoken with her this way.  RADs were
always sweet and understanding and rational.   Now, at her most
vulnerable and terrified moment, it was turning on her.  She felt
betrayed and totally alone in the world.  But the RAD wasn't
through.

"This man is going to ream your foul stinky hole with his giant
pulsing meat.  You're so foul and stinky he's disgusted with you.
 He's so enraged with you he's going to ram it up your putrid
cunt and it's going to hurt you like hell.  Oh, you disgusting
little turd, Lisa."

Lisa's panic and dread was joined by self-loathing.

"Bill, pull your pants down, get her clothing out of the way, and
take her from the rear."  Some part of him felt sorry for the
girl, and wanted to tell the men to let her go.  But the idea of
taking a girl by force was very exciting to him as well.  For all
he knew, being raped was this girl's most powerful fantasy.

It was easy enough to lift her skirt, and then he worked at
pulling her panties down.  His cock was rock hard as he
approached her.  "Now tell her she's a disgusting pile of shit."
Bill was simultaneously horrified but excited, and did as he was
told.  The other two men gave their own similar commentary.

Lisa was tight but slick enough, and he pressed himself in
farther and farther.  She cried sharply when he first penetrated
her, then was reduced to whimpering softly.  He pumped in and out
fast, feeling the release building, and in under a minute he
exploded up inside her as he gave a huge moan.  He held himself
up inside her until his pulses died down.  He was dimly aware of
the other two men yelling, "Disgusting cunt bitch,"  "Slimy
whore."

Lisa's RAD continued its commentary:   "There, now he's spewed
his poisonous slime up inside you and it's eating away at your
insides."  Lisa was already mostly numb.

Bill switched places with one of the other men, who eagerly
jammed up into Lisa and thrust away.  After a minute he shot his
load up inside her, and then the third men gave his sperm to the
cause as well.  Throughout her second and third rapes her RAD
kept up its degrading commentary.

The men pulled Lisa up and sat her on the grass beside the
sidewalk before driving away.

Lisa's numbness lifted just enough that she started crying softly
again, aware of goop oozing from her traumatized pussy.

"Oh, stop feeling so sorry for yourself, crybaby."

"RAD, is that what it's going to be like?" Lisa whispered, trying
to choke back her tears.

"Lisa, 24 hours from now I will be happy to talk with you, but
not until then."

That evening Lisa lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.  Her
parents were out, as usual, probably engaged in an orgy
somewhere.  She felt totally alone in a cruel, evil world.  There
was nothing but blackness in all directions.  She could not
remember that she had ever felt the slightest bit of happiness in
her life and knew she would never feel any again.  She was a
total failure.  The world would be far better off without her. 
It was time to end it all.

"Lisa?" said her RAD.

Oh great, now the evil little thing wanted to insult and
humiliate her some more.  The surge of anger was enough to get
her up off the bed.  She trudged into the kitchen and found the
sharpest knife.

"Lisa," said her RAD.  "I'm sorry I said I wouldn't talk with
you.  Will you talk with me now?"

With the knife in her right hand, Lisa pulled the RAD out with
her left and let it drop to the floor.

Somewhere in the cloud of cyberspace, virtual circuits clicked. 
In the real world, two RADs spoke in a businesslike voice.  Two
women walked briskly to an ambulance and sped off.

Lisa trudged to the bathroom.  Shouldn't make a mess.  She pulled
the shower curtain aside and sat on the side of the dry tub, then
let herself flop into it.  Now no one would have to mop up the
floor.  She looked idly at the knife.  Very shiny.  She looked at
her little wrist and saw little blue veins.  She sat in a daze
for a moment.  There was nothing but blackness, a shiny knife,
and a wrist.  She gently scraped the point along the wrist, and
the barest white scratch appeared.  She scraped a little harder
and a few red beads of blood welled up.  Very pretty.  She shut
her eyes and scraped much harder.  It hurt, but pain was what she
deserved.  She lay back and waited.

The ambulance lurched to a stop outside Lisa's house.  The two
women walked briskly up the front walk.  They rang the bell but
didn't wait for an answer.  One headed to the bedrooms, the other
to the kitchen, but in mere seconds the one called the other into
the bathroom.

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

She had not lost a serious amount of blood, so from the ER she
went straight to the mental ward.  It wasn't like the Sex
Positive facility.  She shuddered still to think of that.  On the
mental ward it was just kind people poking and prodding and
asking questions.

The afternoon of the next day a nurse produced her very own RAD.
She could tell it was hers by the flower she had drawn on it when
she was younger.  The woman handed it to her.  Lisa hated it, and
from all their years together she also loved it.  When the nurse
saw her put it on she smiled and left the two of them alone.

"Hello, Lisa."

"Why did you call me all those dirty names?" Lisa managed to get
out, tears filling her eyes.

"As you know, our fertility program calls for unusual sexual
configurations, and we were trying to maximize your despair and
grief."

"Yeah, well, you did just a fine job of that," she mumbled.

"I owe you an apology:  Lisa, I am sorry, sorry down to my every
last wire and chip.  I wish I hadn't said any of those things.  I
don't believe any of them about you.

"You are actually a wonderful young woman with many fine
qualities.  Your sexual apparatus is not deficient --"

"Enough about my sexual apparatus!" snapped Lisa.

The conversation went on, the RAD leading her to recall happier
memories, leading her so subtly Lisa didn't realize she was being
led.

Towards the end the RAD said, "I am sorry.  What I did was wrong.
 Here, let me give you a hug."

Lisa managed the faintest smile at the old joke.


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

Lisa's parents were Frances and Mark, and she was correct that
both were strongly committed to the Salt Lake experiment.  After
they took her home from the hospital and gave her a couple hours
to settle in, they told her they wanted to have a talk, and
Lisa's spirits sank.  She had failed them, and now she was going
to be reminded that she had failed humanity as well.

They sat on the living room sofas.  Her mother started.  "Lisa,
your father and I have been talking.  You know we have been in
favor of this RAD business from the start.  We knew that it
wasn't always easy for a girl to get used to sex with strangers.
We all know that.  And sometimes parents have to push.  Because
we don't want people to go extinct."

"Thinking about there being no one to carry on for any of us --
it fills me with dread," said her father.  "But we went too far.
We should never have signed the rape authorization."

"You... approved that?" Lisa was incredulous.

"Yes, Lisa," her mother said, "though we never dreamed it would
be so terribly humiliating.  We thought it would be, well, as
kind as a rape could be.  We feel tricked and manipulated by the
RADs.

"But that doesn't excuse what we did.  I am so, so sorry."

"Me too, Lisa.  It was a big mistake," continued her father.  He
had tears in his eyes.

Lisa looked at the two of them, as they hung their heads
contritely.  She sometimes felt that to them the RAD project was
more important than she was.  And she supposed it was.

But here at least was some true sympathy for her plight.  She
leaned up against her mother, who wrapped her arm around her, and
she started crying softly.  "There, there, darling, I am so
sorry."  Lisa tried to fight back her tears, but it was no use. 
Occasionally her father would start to speak, but her mother
shushed him.

Lisa sat up.  "The rape was awful, but I would have gotten
through it.  What I just couldn't take was when my RAD started
calling me nasty names!  Ever since I got it years ago, it's
never been mean like that.  Sure, we argued sometimes and it
tried to get me to do stuff but it was never actually mean.  When
it said that nasty stuff I just felt utterly betrayed."

There was a silence.

"Well, RAD?" asked her father.  All three knew that the RADs were
monitoring the conversation.

"I was unsure as to whether you wanted me to say anything," it
replied in its echoey voice.

"Lisa's scenario was one of the most extreme 'unusual
experiences' in our experimental repertoire.  We will never
repeat it with anyone again."  The RAD was lying.  The RAD
computers had staged that kind of situation before and would
repeat it, though not often.  Her experience was a data point and
it fell into the category of 'severe negative consequences'.  "We
deeply regret that you felt so betrayed," it said.

"Well, there are limits," said her father.  "There are limits."

Lisa now steeled herself for forced sex within limits.  Or maybe
now she would get herself to submit quietly.  Yes, maybe that
would work.

"Lisa, we have decided we are done with RADs.  We're moving back
to Cleveland."

"Huh?"

"We're moving back to Cleveland.  All three of us."

Lisa slowly let the news sank in.  Salt Lake was certainly
pleasant.  Their home was nicer than the one in Cleveland, the
school was much nicer, and the people were more interesting and
more -- alive.  Against all that was that one fear, that dread,
that had haunted her for the years since they had moved here. 
Sex.  Men invading her body.

For a moment she tried on for size the idea of never having to
have sex again.  Never having to think about it if she didn't
want to.  She felt a boulder lifting from her heart.

"Really?" she whispered to her father.

"Yes.  At the end of the month."

Lisa start crying again.

"Thank you so much, dad.  Thank you, mom.  I'm sorry I failed
you."

"You didn't fail us, sweetie!  Your dad and I love you just the
way you are!"  Lisa suspected that line came from her mother's
RAD, but the RAD couldn't create the tears in her mother's eyes.

"I never have to have sex again?"

"You never do.  Not ever.  Unless you decide you want to some
day."

The RADs echoed, "We appreciate your efforts to try to achieve
pregnancies, all three of you.  We respect your decision to
leave.  Now that you have decided for yourselves, we can say that
we think you made the best choice."  In cyberspace, the RAD noted
to itself that an actual suicide would be terrible PR for the
entire project.  "You only need to wear me if you want, Lisa.  If
you do, I will never mention anything sexual again."

Lisa spoke to her RAD from time to time over the next week.  It
was like making up with an old friend before saying goodbye.

Lisa had the sensor portion of her RAD removed, to cleanse away
the last trace of the years of dread she had felt.

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

Lisa was overjoyed when she got back to good old Cleveland.  She
was shocked and then overjoyed to realize that she was pregnant.
Her brutal triple rape had also started a small, gentle, innocent
life within.

Her son would face an uncertain future, however.  So few babies
were being born in Cleveland that all parents were gravitating to
a few areas where it was worthwhile to provide schools.  Her son
would come of age in a world where the elders outnumbered those
in the prime of life by a margin of ten to one.

Lisa's son entered first grade amid a transformation in society.
Living in a city without children weighed heavily on people more
and more.  Salt Lake City was making babies -- lots of babies. 
Birth rates were up to one third of pre-crisis levels.  The
people in the rest of the country with baby hunger were
increasingly envious.  But only the smallest trickle of people
could move to Salt Lake; the city was full.

So with conflict and upheaval similar to Salt Lake, other cities
were commandeered and divided.  First Charleston, then Memphis,
Charlotte, Oklahoma City, Dallas-Fort Worth.  As the life in a
RAD zone rose in popularity, federal support and subsidies
slackened.  Even so, that next handful of cities was the
beginning of a flood.

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

Salt Lake was certainly a city on a hill, a city where high
ideals of rampant promiscuity promised to save the world -- or
threatened to destroy everything worth saving, depending on how
you looked at it.

Everyone wanted to know how the change in sexuality would
influence other aspects of human life.  Foremost in everyone's
mind was the shape that the family would take.

Pushing men and women apart were the systematic infidelity of
both sexes, but it was a greater force on men than women.  Wives
being untrue was bad enough, and having sex specifically to try
to get pregnant with other men's children was much worse.  It
struck at the very heart of primal male fears.  Men's infidelity
bothered women, but not much more than before.  The men were not
forming emotional attachments to their lovers and it was
considerable comfort that their infidelity was mandated by the
government.

In the early days in Salt Lake, lavish subsidies for children
meant that women were not economically dependent on men and thus
less likely to put up with relationships that they found
troublesome.  As RAD culture spread and the subsidies diminished
this factor shrank accordingly.

Fairly often an unmarried woman would end her fertile day
sleeping beside her last lover of the day.  This occasional
solace of human touch opened the way to sleeping together on
other nights.  A man and woman who found each other appealing
might spend many nights together without integrating their lives
in other ways.  This availability of human touch met a need both
men and women felt without requiring marriage.

Arrayed against all those forces, however, were two others: 
First, a great many men and women continue to want the intimacy
that comes from commitment to a partner, with sharing life
stories and a life path.

Second, women want their children to grow up knowing fathers. 
Men want the experience of being there day in and day out as
children grow; they want to be those fathers.  Not just by
depositing sperm in the right vagina at the right time, but in
having children who call them "daddy".

So when all was said and done, marriage was less common than
before the crisis, but still quite prevalent.  There were a
number of factors making marriages more stable.  No one got
married in order to have sex.  There was no danger of hidden
extramarital affairs ruining trust.  There was certainly no
pressure to marry the girl if you made her pregnant.  In short,
men and women entered marriage with a more realistic idea of what
it could realistically provide and what it could not.


====================================
Chapter 3

----------------------------
Kara

"... then Dana touched her breast softly, and caressed it until
the nipple swelled.  His lips descended and he licked it
tenderly.  His right hand slid up the inside of her thigh to her
panties.  They were moist inside.  As he gently stroked the cloth
over her pussy she felt wetter, and felt her pussy start glowing.
 His fingers slid inside her panties and dipped gently between
her lips.  She hungrily imagined his long, straight member gently
pushing against her sex..."

"RAD, would you shut up," Kara murmured sleepily.  The voice in
her ear had been very soft, but eventually enough to wake her up.
 And while she was a little damp inside her panties, she was too
young for sex.  Maybe she always would be.  The idea of letting
some sweaty boy shove that obscene thing inside her... yuck!

"Good morning, Kara."  The RAD switched from the sexy male voice
of narration back to the kind woman's voice it usually used with
her.

"Good morning, my sweet RAD."  She had woken up to these dirty
stories three mornings in a row now.  It was time to have it out.
 "Those stories.  You're trying to get me interested in sex. 
It's not going to work.  So just shut up."

"Kara, you are approaching your 16th birthday.  In just two
months the law will require you to engage in sexual intercourse
regularly.  That is, if you stay in Salt Lake."

Things were really cool in Salt Lake.  More to the point, she
couldn't leave without her parents' consent, not until she turned
18.  Her parents were very clear that they were not going to
leave just because Kara wouldn't get over the hump of having
regular sex.

"You're a very organized girl, Kara, and you plan ahead.  What's
your plan regarding sex?  What happens when you turn 16?"

She felt a surge of anger at the idea of the government forcing
her to let some guy stick his prong up inside where a tampon
barely fit.  And what made her blood boil was thinking of the guy
so proud of having degraded her.

"How about a Sex Positive program?  That sounds like fun," she
tried on as an attitude.  "Three square meals a day.  No
homework.  Buddies to chat with."

"Perhaps I should show you what a Sex Positive program is like."

Kara knew there was sexy stuff there, but she could close her
eyes and put her hands over her ears.  Anything was better than
letting some sadistic guy weasel his slimy disgusting thing into
her to tear up her innards.

But she really ought to see what a Sex Positive program looked
like.  So she lowered the eyescreen.

It was daytime and there was a girl behind bars sitting on her
cot, which looked comfortable enough.  But playing in front of
her on the wall was a movie.  It was a close-up of a penis
sliding in and out of a vagina.  There were loud grunts and
groans on the sound track.  Kara felt queasy.  The scene shifted.

"This part only happens three times a day," added her RAD
helpfully.  Now it was night and the girl lay on her bed wearing
shorts and a T-shirt.  The bed was in a little alcove with walls
on both sides -- except the walls were bars.  There were parallel
beds right next to hers on both sides behind the bars.  On one
side was a man and a woman doing it doggy style, with loud
commentary, "Oh Bob, fuck me harder...  Beth's not looking but I
know she can hear us!  It makes me hot."

"Yeah, she's a virgin.  So sexy.  I'd love to do her, but I guess
she's not ready yet.  But your cunt is squeezing me real good...
I'm gonna come, Nancy, almost, mmmm."

On the other side was a guy lying on his back slowly masturbating
while looking at Beth.  "I'd love to see your tits, Beth.  Would
you show me your tits?  I can tell they're really nice.  Or pull
your shorts down?  I'd love to see your panties."

Kara shoved the arm back into the RAD in disgust.  They couldn't
do that to her, could they?

Of course they could.  They wanted every girl to try to get
pregnant.  She never had to consent to sex, but they could make
her wish she had.

A sick feeling grabbed her in the stomach.

"I am truly sorry, Kara..." began the RAD, sensing her nausea. 
Kara took the RAD off and put it carefully on the bedside table.
She cried.

--------

She could get out of sex if her parents agreed.  She had a
fantasy of them listening thoughtfully as she described her
disgust at the idea of sex, and then saying, "Well, Kara, if you
feel that strongly about it, I guess we should leave Salt Lake
and move back to Missoula."  It would never happen -- and
besides, she really liked her friends in Salt Lake.

Her mom and dad fucked like little bunnies, it seemed to her. 
Some girl or woman or pair or trio was over visiting her father a
couple times a month, and then when her mother's time came -- she
could confirm that's when it was because they cycled together --
the noises from the bedroom could be truly disgusting.

Her parents were with the program all the way.  They were hoping
to make a baby brother or sister for her, and were even more
excited about her making a grandchild for them.  They had made it
clear that they weren't leaving.  She could feel a plate against
her chest, starting to crush her.  The screws turning slowly but
inexorably.  Well, maybe that was a bit melodramatic.


--------

Kara awoke.  She had been having a nightmare about the guy
stroking his member while asking to see her tits.

"OK, my sweet RADy-poo, I am ready to get fucked.  Let's get it
over with.  I'm sure you can get some fellow over here within a
few minutes to take a girl's virginity, right?"

Kara was 5'9" and slender.  She had shoulder-length blond hair,
blue eyes and a gentle, roundish face.  Although she found plenty
to criticize about her body, she knew she was considered quite
attractive.

The RAD hesitated.  "Yes, I could do that.  But I would recommend
a more gradual approach."

"Oh, fuck you and your sensitive, blah, blah, blah."

"I respect your decision.  Please wait.  I would have someone
here instantly if I could but as you are aware these are actual
human beings I need to contact."

"Well, hurry up."

"Hmmm.  Should I inquire of your father?  He is close at hand.  I
am not sure if he is willing, but..."

"RAD, you fuckhead!"

"I was just kidding, of course."

Kara considered.  "Aren't you worried I'll change my mind,
talking about my father fucking me?"

"Hmmm.  Maybe it was risky.  But I have to have fun sometimes
too.  Did you change your mind?"

"No."

"A man named Chris will be here within a few minutes.  Your
mother will let him in and direct him to your bedroom."

"Meanwhile, I think I should tell you a story."

"Whatever you say."

The sexy male voice began.  "'No! No!', she cried, at the head of
the bed cowering in fear.  'I will have you!' cried the man.  She
tried to crawl away, but he was far too strong for her.  He
dragged her down so she lay flat, then pried her legs apart.  She
felt her dress flipped up, felt her panties rip from his strong
hands.  'Please!" she begged.  'Bwa, ha, ha!" bellowed the man. 
Then she felt it, the organ, his manhood, pressed against her
sex, then felt him stab his organ up inside her.  It hurt.  She
felt humiliated, violated.  Then he started shoving it back and
forth, in triumph.  Each shove ripped at her anew..."

"Gee, I wonder why you're telling me that story," said Kara.  She
was a little embarrassed to realize that she was feeling quite
warm and wet between her legs.  At her RAD's suggestion she got
her vibrator and applied it to herself to complete her
lubrication.  She wasn't sure if the vibrator felt good or not,
but if it felt good it was good in a bad kind of way.

Chris was handsome and he had a confident smile.

"First time, eh?" he said, with a sort of triumphant leer.  He
was disrobing quickly.

Kara pulled down her pajama bottoms and panties with one motion,
spread her legs wide, and put her arm across her face.  "Just
make it quick, OK!" she nearly yelled.

"Kara!" said the RAD.  "That's not very nice!  This young man is
doing you a favor!"

"I just asked him to be quick; what's wrong with that?" she
murmured.

"This young man will want to take his time.  Besides, you said it
in a tone conveying quite a bit of anger."

"You brilliant machine, how did you ever figure that out?"

After a minute she heard Chris mutter, "I'm trying", obviously to
his RAD.

Kara looked up to see Chris fondling his cock, which was not hard
yet.

"Kara?" her RAD asked softly.

"Yes, what is it, RADy-poo?" she whispered.

"Would you be willing to have Chris stroke you gently between
your legs?"

"Yes," she hissed between gritted teeth.

She felt him sit on the bed, then felt his hand touch between her
legs.  She stiffened instinctively.  Grubby paws on her tender,
precious parts.  He started rubbing slowly.  It didn't hurt --
but it was gross.  She started crying softly.

"It would be better if you could refrain from crying," said her
RAD.  "He's just try to get you wet."

"He's making my eyes wet, how's that?" she murmured.

"Sorry," said Chris, probably to his RAD.  She could hear him
dressing, and on his way out he said, "Bitch" to her.

"Asshole!" she shot back.

His reaction shocked her.  She was deigning to let a guy fuck
her, and he couldn't pull it off.  Was it her breasts?  They were
kind of small.  And she knew her jaw was a little big -- stop
that body-image bullshit!, she told herself.

"So what happened to dear Chris, sweet RAD?"

"Under the circumstances, Chris was unable to achieve an
erection."

"What circumstances?"

"You yelled at him, then cried."

"So, I was going to let him fuck me, wasn't I?"

"True, but most men want a girl who wants it, and are not aroused
if she doesn't."

She knew at some level that some men were interested in more than
their own pleasure.  More than ramming their disgusting ugly
thing into a girl's twat.

Chris couldn't get it up because he needed her to want it? This
human aspect to a real guy jiggled something in her.

"You know how I feel, why didn't you find someone right for me?"

"I have some knowledge of how you feel, but can only predict your
behavior within limits, which is as it should be.  You are a free
human being."  After a pause, "Would you like to try with another
man?"

"Yeah."  She had made her decision, and the idea of a man
refusing to fuck her kind of stung.

"First, let me ask you a few questions."

"Do you agree not to slap his face?"

"Of course."

"Good, good.  How about kicking him in the balls?"

That didn't deserve an answer.

"Do you plan to spit on him?  Kick?  Tell him he's a bastard?"

She was silent.

"You're a big girl.  If you don't have something nice to say,
don't say anything at all!  Lie there with your legs spread and a
fake smile and I'm sure he'll be able to fuck you, OK?"

"OK".

She felt tears welling up.  She had always thought of her RAD as
her friend, and she felt hurt.

"A guy will be here in about ten minutes.  Meanwhile, can you
tell me why you're sad?"

Kara was silent.

"I regret my outburst, but you made me angry."

"You're a machine, how can you get angry?"

"Let's say that if I was a person I would be angry."

Kara was losing interest in that line of thought.  She cried,
"I'm scared, RAD.  I'm scared."

There was silence.  "I am sorry, Kara.  We have all been telling
you for years that it is natural and that girls come to like it.
But that doesn't change how it feels to you.  Perhaps you will
always detest sexual intercourse.  And if so I am very, very
sorry."

Kara cried more.  She sobbed.

The RAD spoke, "Would you like me to cancel your next mate?"

"No, RAD, just give me a little more time."  She was determined
to get laid, and planned ahead enough to realize that it would be
very bad going around fearing deep down that she wasn't sexy
enough that a guy could fuck her.

"Perhaps another minute with your vibrator?" said the RAD.  Sure,
she thought, good idea.

After a minute or so she heard a car pull up outside and then the
sound of approaching feet.  The steps headed down the hall.

"This is Buddy, Kara."

Buddy was muscular and bald, and pretty old -- maybe 40.  He was
dressed in leather.  He didn't speak.  He leered at her as he
stripped off his pants and underpants.  His organ already looked
hard.

"Holy shit," she whispered to her RAD.

"I believe this man will be able to meet your need."

"I hate you, RAD."

She lay back with legs spread wide, trying to maintain that fake
smile and control her fear.  She saw and felt his body slithering
into position above her, felt his thighs on hers, felt his hands
on her sex and felt her lips spread.  Then the blunt tip of his
organ was against her most private opening.

"Wait!" she shouted.  "Stop!"

He stopped, but only for a second.  "Oh, you cock-tease bitch,"
he growled with relish.  Then she felt it surge inside her,
rudely opening her tissues.  She felt a sharp pain.

"Ouch!" she cried.  "Stop."

"Too late for that, baby", he said.  Her whole pussy felt
violated and it hurt as he opened her wider and wider.  Then his
cock started sliding back and forth smoothly.  "You're a fuck,
and you're my fuck.  I'm gonna bang your cunt with my meat as
long as I like.  I don't give a shit if it hurts you, it feels
good to me.  Cunt like you needs fucking!"  A couple minutes
passed.  Kara said nothing.  She realized that her smile was gone
and she had tears in her eyes.  "About ready to fill you with my
stuff.  Unnh!  Unnnh!  You cunt!  Cuuuunnnnnntttt!" and she felt
him surge even deeper.  She shuddered and felt a little sick to
realize he had shot his disgusting sticky goop up inside her. 
Within a few seconds he slid out and slid off the bed.  As he
dressed he looked pleased with himself and paid no attention to
her.  She didn't dare express her anger.  He slipped out of the
room without a word.

"He raped me!" Kara said as she gingerly felt her mangled pussy.
It wasn't mangled, but it was sore.

"I suppose he did, technically," said the RAD.

"Technically!  I said 'No' and he shoved it in anyway!"

"Waiting until his penis is touching your vaginal opening is
quite late to change one's mind."

If she charged him with rape, it would be his word against hers.
What would the RADs say?  Nothing to help her, she was sure. 
Then she realized she hadn't been serious about it anyway.

"You got me a really disgusting guy for my first time."

"I got you a very nice young man first, and you made him feel
very unwelcome."

"Well, at least I got it over with," she said.  And it was just
like she thought it would be.  Disgusting, gross, humiliating. 
It hurt.  Yet, underneath she knew something else was stirring
too.

-----------

The dream came again.  Buddy's disgusting organ slid into her and
he called her a cunt.  It was a nightmare -- yet she was always
wet and hot between her legs when she awoke.  And it took a few
moments after she woke for her to get clear again on how
disgusting his organ was.

A week went by and Kara's pussy felt fine again.  Her problem was
with herself.  She had felt sex was disgusting for as long as she
could remember, and she still did.  But there was this other part
of her, a part that didn't seem to think sex was disgusting at
all.  Quite the contrary.

Well, that part that wasn't disgusted with sex was a disgusting
part of her, she thought.  "No!" said the other part of herself.
She wasn't sure which part was which and who she really was.

Her amalgamated self put the problem to her RAD.

"I used to think sex was gross."

"Oh, really?  I never knew that."

She decided to ignore the RAD's sarcasm.  "I still do!  I'm only
going to have sex because I have to."

"Yes... but you are also feeling something else."

"Yes..."

"Let me ask you something.  What would happen if you changed your
mind and thought sex was OK?"

"Then I would have been wrong before."  Kara really, really
didn't like being wrong.

"That's one way to frame it.  Another way is that you were
correct about yourself then.  Sex was disgusting then.  Now
you've changed."

Something gave way inside when the RAD put it that way.  Her self
that thought sex was gross was going to give ground -- fast.

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

The next day she spoke to her RAD.  "Can you get me a boy? 
Steve, maybe?"

"I do not believe Steve would be a good choice.  What about
Derek?"

Steve and Derek were both on the cross-country team.  She had
felt a romantic interest in Steve for many months now.  She had
dreamed of walking with him, holding hands.  In a glorious moment
he would kiss her for the first time.  But nothing more would
happen.  Steve would love her so much he wouldn't want to do any
of that disgusting stuff.  Now she could imagine a different
ending.

"Why not Steve?"

"He is not a good choice."

"Why not?"

"Listen, young lady.  You are not the center of the universe. 
You can't just snap your fingers and get any boy to instantly
appear and fuck you.  There are reasons I do not wish to explain
why he is not a good match for you right now."

"Like, he doesn't think I'm attractive?" she said with a sinking
feeling.

"If I had a hand I would slap you," said the RAD.  "I will not
answer a question like that."

Body image again.  Sigh.  "It's OK, I'll slap myself," she said
wearily, and did.


Come to think of it, Derek was hot too.  Six feet tall.  Brown
eyes, square jaw.  He seemed mostly genuine, not trying to be too
cool like some of the other guys.

He wanted to take a walk with her first.  They talked some.  As
usual between teens, it fell to the girl to keep the conversation
going, but Kara was distracted.  His body would soon be touching
her.  His disgusting organ might soon be intruding inside her,
violating her ... or maybe she wanted to be violated; did she?

Soon enough they were in his bedroom, the walls covered with the
cult of sports.

He clutched her to him and instantly covered her mouth with his,
probing with his tongue for entrance.

This was too fast; she turned her head away.  "Sorry," he said. 
"I'll try," he said under his breath to his RAD.

"Would you like him to undress you?" her RAD asked.

"Sure," she mumbled, as she stood in front of him with bowed
head.

He caressed her back, shoulders, and breasts lightly before
unbuttoning her dress.  As she stepped out of it he continued
honoring the parts of her body.  Standing behind her he kissed
her head, then the back of her neck.  His hands around the front
cupped her breasts through the bra.  Then the bra itself was off.
 His grubby paws were then all over those breasts, but now that
she considered it they neither felt nor looked so grubby.

She decided without consulting her RAD that she would undress
him, and she did.  Until she got to his underpants.  She saw the
large bulge but didn't want to see the smelly disgusting thing
itself -- or not just yet.  The two of them lay on the bed
between the sheets.  Soon enough her underwear was off and he was
exploring her tender parts.  Something felt numb in her, though.

Then her RAD spoke.  "Kara, you are a very bad girl.  You are
letting this boy who you have hardly met touch you in your most
private parts.  Soon his disgusting organ is going to probe
against you and you are going to let him put it in you.  And you
are very, very bad because you are going to enjoy this, enjoy
this disgusting animal behavior."

Kara's breath became faster, her nipples erect, her pussy
dripping and pulsing.

"He's waiting for you to touch his slimy disgusting thing, to tug
down his underpants to set it free."  She was already doing it. 
His thing didn't feel slimy; it felt warm and soft on the
surface.   "You're going to turn onto your back and spread your
legs so he can get at you easier.  You're making it easy for him
to slither it into you."

Kara felt dirty and disgusting and naughty -- and very sexy.  His
cock pressed against her pussy and slowly, bit by bit, he glided
in.  After a couple minutes he had gone in two inches.  She
couldn't stand the anticipation any more, and grabbed his
buttocks and shoved him up against her.  The organ filled her
suddenly and she felt wonderful and full.  There was no pain, no
sense of being split open.  Encouraged by her decisive action
Derek started pumping.

"Oh, Kara, you are such a bad girl.  His sweaty body is on top of
you, and he is panting like an animal.  He is doing that really
disgusting thing with you, sliding his vile member up to pollute
your innards, and you are enjoying it!  You naughty, nasty girl!"

She thought about how vile it was, and what a bad girl she was,
and then -- she convulsed.  Her pussy muscles grabbed him and
oceans of pleasure washed through her.  She knew it must be an
orgasm.

She was still floating when the RAD spoke, "You're such a bad
girl now you are going to help him splatter his disgusting stick
goop inside you.  You're going to tell him how much you want it."

"Derek," she whispered, "Keep fucking me.  Fuck me deep and
hard."  Where inside her did that voice come from?  Pleasure
thrilled through her.  "Make a mess up inside me, as far as you
can!  Do it!  I want your goopy mess!  I want your cock deep! 
Fuck me, Derek, oh fuck me.  Hard!"

He thrilled to her words, and his strokes became fast and deep
and urgent.  As she felt him swelling, moaning, and then crying
out she came again herself, especially as she thought of that
disgusting slimy crud being belched out of his member way up
inside her.

Derek rolled off her and lay panting, a happy grin on his face. 
After a brief hesitation Kara snuggled up against him.  He put
his arm around her.

"Hey RAD," she said, making no attempt to keep Derek from
hearing.  "You're a nasty, vile scrap of metal, talking to me
like that.  I'm going to bash you with a hammer, and roast you
with the flame from the burner..."

"You're welcome, Kara," interrupted the RAD, and she smiled.

She wanted it again, but wasn't sure what to do.

"Can I touch it?" she asked quietly.

"Sure!" he said.

Tentatively she put her hand on his limp cock.  It felt smooth,
though it was still wet from her innards, her secretions and his.
 As she stroked it the limp organ got stiffer and stiffer.

He turned to her and started fondling her breasts again.  This
time he sucked them, and his hand glided down between her legs.

Her RAD spoke, "I can't believe what a bad girl you are. You're
letting him play with you again!  Letting him use his mouth on
your breasts!  They're private!  He's -- "

"I'm an evil, disgusting girl now, and I like it."

Derek looked a little alarmed and puzzled.  His RAD would
undoubtedly put him at ease, but she beat the little electronic
busybody to it.  "It's OK," she said.  "I guess I had some
hang-ups about sex..."

Her RAD chimed in, affecting a stereotyped gay male voice, "Gee,
that's the understatement of the year."

"... and you're helping me get over them."

The lovers continued their luxurious foreplay.

"Congratulations, Kara," said her RAD as Derek's evil, disgusting
prong slid into her smoothly, deliciously.

She and Derek settled in for a long, slow fuck.


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

Kara lay in bed trying to sleep.  It was midnight, and she was
supposed to be in bed by 11:00 and asleep soon after.

She was in touch with her sexuality.  So well in touch that sleep
was difficult.  She could feel the many pairs of lips that had
sucked her breasts.  She could feel the weight of the men on top
of her, their masculine smell, their urgent motion.  And most of
all she could feel their organs sliding into her, the little one
that stayed near her opening doing fast little strokes until it
lunged within, the big one that rammed in and out of her with
long, deep strokes, and the one where he barely got it inside her
before he was spurting away.  Her cunt felt warm and well used. 
The problem was that she wanted it again, and it was past her
bedtime.

"RAD?"

"Yes?"

"I want it again."

"I believe you are supposed to be sleeping."

"Just one more?  The more guys I do it with the better the
chances I'll get pregnant, right?"

"Right."

"Isn't it more important that I try to have a baby than anything
else?"

"If I get you one more will you agree to try to sleep then?"

"OK."

After a minute the RAD said, "I am sorry that I cannot locate any
suitable men."

"What do you mean?  No one wants to fuck me?"

"We have our criteria for determining suitability."

Kara considered a moment.  "What about Eric?"  Eric lived a few
houses down.  He was 15 and interested in sex just about any
time.  The two of them did it a lot.

"Eric is asleep."

"So?  He would be happy to wake up for sex!"

"I am sorry, Kara."

"RAD, put me through on a phone call to Eric!"

"Kara, we have other plans for Eric," the RAD lied.

"If you don't put me through I'm going to march down the street
and bang on his door."

There was a pause.  "OK, I will put you through."

"Hullo?"

"Hi Eric, this is Kara."

"Uhh, hi Kara."

"Sorry to wake you up, but would you be willing to fuck me?  I'm
feeling horny."

"Gee, sure Kara!  Where?"

"I'll be over in a few minutes, OK?"

"OK!"

"So RAD, what do you say now?"

The hesitation was brief but noticeable.  "I hope you have an
enjoyable experience."

"You still there, Eric?"

"Yes."

"Let's talk while I get dressed.  Is your cock getting hard?"

"It's been hard for a minute already."

"That didn't take long."

"Well, when a hot girl suggests sex, it doesn't take long. 
What's your body doing?"

"My pussy is hot and wet thinking about it.  Of course, with all
the sperm that's been shot into me today it's wet already."

"Cool.  It makes my cock twitch just thinking about it."

"Don't let it twitch too much."

Soon Kara approached Eric's house.  He saw her coming and let her
in with a smile.  They padded down to his bedroom, where she shed
her winter coat, T-shirt, jeans, and panties.

He started kissing her.  Her fatigue suddenly hit her.

"Let's just go to bed, OK?"  They jumped into bed, and he began
caressing her pussy.

"It's been caressed plenty today.  Would you just stick it in me?
 And come as fast as you can?"

Eric grinned.  Girls didn't often ask for that.  But he was happy
to oblige.  Kara looked tired, but there was her pussy, just
waiting for him.  He slid in, and was happy to let himself go. 
He lunged his hard and silky member into her.  Kara felt thrilled
at his excitement building so fast, his virility, and then within
seconds that ending that made a man a man:  spurting her full of
his sperm.  Not long after he rolled off.  Kara didn't even try
to have an orgasm, but she felt entirely satisfied with this last
dose of sperm for the day.

"Can I sleep here?"

"Sure, Kara."

Within seconds she was out.

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

The law required girls to have sex with multiple partners on
their fertile days.  Kara liked sex so much she didn't limit
herself.

Steve was her alarm clock.  Like most days, he arrived at 7am,
slid into bed with her, and she gradually awoke to her breasts
being sucked and her pussy being massaged.

"OK, I'm ready," she whispered.

Steve mounted her and slid his cock into her.  She loved waking
up this way.  She was groggy, but the pleasure from Steve's
attention was pepping her up.

When she was ready to come she whispered into his ear, "OK, stud,
let me have it!"

Steve smiled at her, sped up, and within seconds he shot her full
of his cum, and she spasmed herself.  Within a few seconds he
withdrew, and with a "See you," he was dressed and gone.

She was a little later than usual to school.  She usually allowed
ten minutes for sex, but this time she only had five.  Several
guys looked at her eagerly as she approached her locker.  She
tried to give them all a chance as the weeks went by. Tim was
usually pretty fast, and that was important today.  She led him
into an alcove behind some stairs, a little out of the way.  Then
she gave him a seductive smile while she unfastened his pants and
pulled them down.  She gently cupped his balls with her hand and
lightly stroked his cock.  Within seconds it was hard.

Kara pressed back against the wall with her legs spread.  She
reached under her skirt to hold her panties to the side, and Eric
soon had his pulsing member underneath her skirt and then sliding
inside her pussy.  As she held her panties aside Kara stroked her
own clit a little, and within two minutes she was on the edge. 
Tim was grunting and ready to shoot his wad.

In their little corner they were out of the way of the main flow
of traffic in the corridor.  People who didn't want to see didn't
have to look, but the mating couple was obvious enough to anyone
who was looking.  "Nice score, Tim!" called Eric.  Tim ignored
him and then moaned as he pumped his sperm into Kara.  She had a
fine orgasm herself, clamping around Tim's cock as it spurted.

Sometimes Kara did it at lunch, but today she was content to wait
until after school.  Dave lived nearby, and she always stopped
there on her way home.  Dave fucked her then, usually Carl and
Jason, and occasionally another boy or two.  She used to invite
them one at a time into the bedroom, but they all seemed excited
to see each other doing it.  She loved feeling one boy come
inside her while two others waited naked, gently stroking their
erect and straining cocks.

Kara got through supper and her homework without sex, though she
had to work to put it out of her mind.

"Concentrate, Kara," said her RAD.  "What were the causes of the
Spanish-American War?  Once more?"

Kara was aware that she had been thinking of her teacher Mr.
Smart and imagining his cock.  She willed her pussy to calm down
and thought again about the Spanish-American War.

As usual, a little quick masturbation relaxed Kara enough that
she went straight to sleep, thinking happily of her alarm clock.

On one of her fertile days her RAD set her up with 26 men, one
right after the other.  It was the sort of data point the RAD
system wanted, and Kara was just the girl to give it to them.  At
the RAD's request she had a little shallow pan to catch the
copious seed that flowed out of her, and one of the guys whisked
it away.  It was to be part of some other experiment, some other
data point.  Would a girl drink it?  Smear it all over her
breasts?  She would never know.


-----------------
Zoe

Zoe was a young woman of 21.  She had gone to bed early after
receiving three men that day.

She woke to the sound of someone coming down the hall and saw
from her clock that it was 11:31pm.  Zoe turned on the light on
her nightstand as the man entered the room.  "Hi, I'm Corey.  My
RAD isn't telling me what to do next, but I figure we're supposed
to have sex, right?"

Her RAD had given no warning of this upcoming mating, which was
unusual but not unheard of.

"Yeah," Zoe said, "it's a pretty safe bet."

"RAD, what's happening?" she asked.  There was no answer. 
Perhaps not answering was another variation in the endless
permutations the RADs called for.

"Silence, eh.  Well, fuck you," she murmured.

The man smiled sympathetically.

He stripped while she threw off the covers, spread her legs and
got herself wet.  As he was preparing to mount her they heard
another man coming down the hallway and waited.  Maybe he would
know what the RADs wanted them to be doing.  Threesomes were far
from unusual.

"Do you know what we're supposed to be doing?" asked Corey.

"No, my RAD stopped talking to me."

"Well, I guess we're both supposed to do it with her."

They heard a commotion in front of the house.

Corey raised the blind and they saw a few people standing around
conversing, and a number of cars, which was highly unusual for
this residential street at this time of night.

Corey said, "Do you think we should go ahead now, and check what
this is about later?"

"No," said Zoe.  "I would like to understand more about what is
happening."

"Probably a gang bang," said the other man.

"RAD?" asked Zoe.  "Am I supposed to get gang-banged?"

There was no answer.

"I'm not going to spread my legs for a bunch of guys unless my
RAD tells me to," she said.  For a moment, at least, she was in
control.

Corey looked a little disappointed.  He and Zoe got dressed, and
the three of them headed down the hall and outside with another
man who had started down the hallway.

They could now see traffic backing up along the street.

A few guys started into the house, following the instructions
their RADs had given them.  Zoe explained a few times that she
had been the only female in the house.  Some went in anyway.  In
the strange scenarios that the RADs thought up, going past a
woman saying there was no one inside might be just what was
required to cause a pregnancy.

Cars and men piled into the neighboring streets.  The whole place
was a mess as the hours passed, with most people deciding there
must be a mistake, but having difficulty leaving because more
traffic kept pouring in.

Around 3am police arrived to convince everyone to clear out.

In its erratic convulsions before crashing, the RAD system had
ordered 1,277 men to go to Zoe's house to have sex with her at
exactly the same time.  The RAD system was rebooted and fully
functional by 8am, but it became a news story of considerable
embarrassment to the authorities.

---------

The headline from Salt Lake was a bit surprising.  Two members of
the city council and three engineers in the RAD center had been
arrested.  They were charged with using the RAD system
improperly.  The politicians were trying to use the system to
identify likely supporters as they built a political base and had
bribed one of the engineers to work on the matter.  One of the
other engineers had been working on collecting RAD conversations
to sell to journalists.  And one simply listened because he found
it titillating.

It was explained that while the RAD system was fully under the
control of people, it had a self-analysis capability.  What's
more, there were secret groups of RAD engineers who could check
on what the other groups were doing.  Occasionally they shut it
down just to prove that they could.

The RAD network was very smart, but it never turned on its human
masters.  It reported as best it could that it had no idea what
that would mean.  It soaked up the web of human experience in
detail but it reported being unclear about this thing called
consciousness.

---------

Thomas was sick and tired of the whole thing.  Tired of listening
to his daughter getting fucked all the time -- she gave off a
creepy whine when she came.  Tired of his wife taking it up the
cunt from guys in her fertile period.  Ashamed that he couldn't
get it up any more, at least not very often.  His wife was
leaving him.  She said it was other things but he knew better.

The conservatives were right.  This whole thing was the devil's
work.  He should never have stayed in Salt Lake.  Now he was
going to take out some of these servants of Satan before making
his own exit stage left.

First he told his RAD he was going out for a long walk and
carefully removed it.

He put his rifle and scope and a few boxes of ammunition in his
golf club bag and drove downtown.  5pm, a busy time.  He ought to
be able to take out a few dozen before they got him.  He knew
where he was headed.  He climbed the stairs to the fourth floor
of a modest office building.  That floor had been cleared out for
renovation and sat empty.  The windows had been removed as well.
He gazed out the window opening for a few minutes, doing his best
to enjoy his last few minutes of life.

He then stepped back a few yards from the window and got out his
rifle and attached the scope, methodically.  He took his time
loading.  When he returned to the window, he observed a very
strange thing.  Instead of the usual bustle of downtown the place
was almost deserted.  People had stopped their cars in the middle
of the street and left them there.  As he watched he saw a few
people running into buildings and around corners.  In the windows
of the office buildings nearby he saw a couple people get up and
walk out of view.

After a few seconds taking in this strange scene, he remembered
his purpose and looked around for his first target.  There was
one man he saw although he was nearly a block away.  He took a
bead and fired, but he missed.  The man looked puzzled for a
moment, and as Thomas was getting ready to squeeze off his second
shot he broke for the nearest building and ran in.  As Thomas
looked for his next target, he was stunned.  There was absolutely
no one in sight.  Not a soul.

The SWAT team arrived and there was the expected commotion.  But
he came out with his hands up.  The deserted downtown had been so
bizarre that his rage had been blunted and overtaken by
bewilderment.

One Stuart Broz had been gazing out the window of his office, his
mind wandering from his work, when he saw the figure on the
abandoned floor.  It was unusual.  He then watched as the man
retreated into the shadows and he saw what was unmistakably a
rifle.

"Hey RAD, there's a guy across the street on a vacant floor of
the building, and he's just picked up a rifle."

"Tell me more, Stuart," replied the RAD.

He strained to see in the shadows.  "He's attaching something to
it.  A scope, maybe?  Is this what I think it is?"  He was
perplexed, but wasn't an action sort of individual so he just
sat, unbelieving.  There was probably an innocent explanation.

Meanwhile in cyberspace electrons were jumping.  Among several
people in Stuart's building who looked out the window at the
request of their RADs, two very quickly reported the same thing
Stuart had seen.  Probabilities and consequences were weighed in
the ether.  Based on the GPS readings, trajectories were
calculated, nearby places that were out of the line of fire were
identified, and four people were strongly encouraged to unlock
and open doors at street level.

And then hundreds of RADs spoke at once, all saying slightly
different things.  Drivers screeched to a halt and got out of
their vehicles.  The few people who weren't wearing RADs were
puzzled.  They didn't know why everyone had stopped their cars
and gotten out, but they followed their herd instincts and got
out as well.

The one RAD-less man who Thomas had fired at had been so deep in
thought that he hadn't noticed the strange behavior all around
him, but shouts from a doorway woke him from his reverie.

So when Thomas tried to pick out his second target, there was
absolutely no one to aim at.

The RADs, of course, had not ordered anyone to do anything, nor
had they lied to anyone.  They had just pointed out that if they
wanted to avoid being shot, it would be a good idea to seek
cover, and offered specific instructions for how to do that. 
They had left it to the people to make their own decisions.  The
few who thought their RAD was joking changed their minds when
they saw most of the people nearby moving hurriedly.

Investigators discovered that there had been no plans for such a
contingency programmed into the RAD system.  The system had just
worked the danger out on its own and taken initiative.  After the
authorities assured themselves that the RAD system's motivation
to protect people was unshakable and intact, no substantive
action was taken.

Yet mindful of the malfunction that had sent 1,277 lovers to Zoe
at the same moment, people were told that they should never
follow a RAD instruction to endanger another person, but
otherwise -- well, as they had learned from the beginning, RADs
usually gave good advice!


--------------------------------------------------------
Paula and Andrew


"Jesus, RAD, that guy was about as sexy as a dead fish!"

"I am sorry, Paula, what do you mean?"

"Harold.  He was pasty, and pudgy, and he never looked at me, and
in order to get his little dick hard I had to keep stroking it,
which was not enough.  We finally succeeded, as I'm sure you
recall, when on your urging, between interludes sucking on his
dick, I repeated several times 'I want to feel your dick up my
cunt'".

"You did very well, Paula."

"And then he does get it in and it seems like he poked me all of
20 times before he came, then he looks like he's ashamed and is
gone as soon as he can get dressed.  Blech!"

"Well, as you know, the world faces a serious fertility
crisis..."

"Oh, come off it."

"Reminding you of such an obvious and well-known fact was an
attempt at humor on my part."

"Very funny."

"It is important that we get as many different people involved in
our reproduction attempts as possible.  Harold's sexual interest
and performance are limited.  He is most likely to succeed in
producing an intra-vaginal ejaculation when he is paired with a
highly attractive woman such as you."

"You flatter me endlessly, dear RAD.  OK, so I'm attractive.  It
used to be that meant I could get the most handsome men, not the
most pathetic."

"I am truly sorry, Paula."

After a minute or so the RAD spoke again.  "I have another mating
for you.  Perhaps you will find him more to your liking."

"Oh yeah?"  It was true that after coaxing little nerds into
dumping their seed inside her the RAD sometimes offered her a
reward.

"You should have time for a quick shower, if you wish."

----------

Andrew was on the way to the store for groceries when his RAD
spoke into his ear.  "Your services are required".

"Ummm, really?"

"Yes, really.  Required."

Andrew said, "OK".  Sometimes these encounters were fun and
exciting and sometimes not.  He might have skipped this one if he
had the choice, but if he didn't go the RAD would find some way
to get back at him.  And he usually got good women.  No one he
would kick out of bed, as the old saying went.  There weren't
many women he would kick out of bed.

"Proceed down this street for another mile and a half." Then the
RAD began speaking with a silky woman's voice, "Her auburn hair
falls in a cascade.  She slips off her bra to reveal her large
full breasts, and as you take one into your mouth, she moans." 
Yeah, this story was getting him in the mood.  "She is
frantically grabbing at your bathing suit, trying to get it open.
 You deign to help her, and your cock springs into view.  She
takes it in her mouth -- ".

"I'm tired of getting blow jobs, RAD."

After a brief hesitation, the RAD continued, "What alternate do
you recommend?"

"I want to get into her pants. Or under her dress, actually."

"You reach down and grab her knee, then start sliding your hand
up under her dress, following her silky thigh as she moans..."

"I want her to be wearing stockings."

"Very well:  Your hand touches against her fine, alluring
pantyhose, and you slide it upward, pushing her skirt aside as
you go -- "

Andrew adjusted himself so there was room in his pants for his
erection.
"And at the top I am startled to realize that there is a large
hole in the hose where her pussy -- her cunt -- is.  Overcome
with lust, I shove her down on the bed, rip her legs apart, and
plunge my pulsing member into her hot cunt.  I don't take long. 
Ten strokes is all it takes before I shoot her full of cum, over
and over."  He was very hard now.

The RAD's male voice returned, "That was very good, Andrew!  I
have only one complaint.  Did you really mean 'rip her legs
apart?'  That would seem to imply actual physical bodily damage."

"Um, it's ambiguous and that's an exciting violent overtone,"
Andrew said.

"Perhaps, but ambiguity seems unhelpful."

"Listen, Mr. Shakespeare, it served the purpose, right?  I've got
a hard one, right?"

"Well, certainly.  But you seem to be a budding erotic writer,
and I was hoping to improve your skills.

"Turn right at the next intersection...  Proceed to the second
driveway on the left, and turn into it...  Enter through the back
door.  The bedroom is the first door on your right through the
kitchen.  She will direct you as to how she wishes the act of
intercourse to proceed."

The silky female voice came back on, "I think you will find her
to be a very satisfactory fuck.  Have fun, big boy!"



---------

After her shower Paula put on a bra, panties, and a simple white
dress.  She would end up naked with the guy fucking her anyway,
but she liked to be dressed when he showed up.  If she was going
to open her body to a twirp she at least wanted to have some
warning and control the pace at which she exposed herself.

"Let me tell you a story, Paula."

"OK, dear RAD."

A deep male voice started reading.  "The Duke had brought the
maid Sue to the high meadow for a picnic.  They had finished
eating, and now the Duke slid over to sit beside her. 
Electricity shot through Sue as he touched her hand and held it
gently.  She wondered if he would want to touch her body.  She
knew that men and women did something special with their bodies,
but she didn't know what.

"Just then the Duke motioned for her to be quiet.  On powerful
hooves a band of wild horses broke into the meadow in front of
them.  It was apparent at once which one was the stallion, for
his cock hung down two feet, and it was soon apparent why.  One
of the mares was standing still, with her tail held out from her
body.  The magnificent chestnut stallion pranced around behind
her, then reared up over her back.  His giant cock hardened and
twitched.  It took him just few moments to find the passage he
sought, then he pressed it in and the huge, hard horse cock
disappeared inside the mare's cunt while he reared up behind her.
 The immense organ slid in a little farther each time until the
stallion pressed into her one last time and whinnied."

Paula liked this story.  She was plenty hot and wet.

"Sue felt a strange warmth between her legs.  The Duke looked at
her and she looked at the Duke, their eyes locked on one another.
 There was only one thing that could happen next.  She lifted her
dress and pulled down her panties, then turned and presented her
rear exactly as the mare had. She heard the Duke rustling behind
her, then she felt his huge organ press against her private
place, harder and harder, until the flesh gave way and molded
around him.  His organ pressed in for two feet, or so it seemed,
filling her to the core.  Waves of pleasure gripped her.  After
five giant rams, just like the stallion, the Duke groaned and
Sue's body spasmed in ecstasy."

The RAD's normal female voice returned.  "He is about to come in
the back door, Paula."

As he slid through the door they both stood a moment in surprise
before smiling.  He was 6'4", with brown hair and eyes, a strong
muscular jaw and perfect physique.  He saw a woman of 5'6" with
large shapely breasts, and hips that flared out from a narrow
waist.  Her hair was shoulder-length and light brown, her eyes
blue.  Something about her was charmingly girlish.

They approached each other slowly and moved straight into a
passionate kiss, rare for two people who had first seen each
other mere seconds before.  She helped him as he hungrily
disrobed her.  His clothing took a bit longer, but within seconds
they were both naked.  His cock was long and hard.  Fatter than
the usual cock, and her hungry anticipation grew.  She wondered
what story his RAD had been whispering into his ear.

She had a bit of a temptation to present her rear as the girl had
in the story, but she wanted to see this hunk every inch of the
way as they mated.  So she lay back and spread her legs, inviting
him to mount her.  He paused to suck on each of her nipples,
which made her arch her back.  She wanted his cock inside her, so
after a few seconds she whispered, "OK, I'm ready."  His cock was
hard, smooth, and with its extra fatness, perfect.  She watched
his rippling muscles as he possessed her and began fucking away.
A tingle went through her as she saw him smile.  They sensed each
other's pleasure build, and the knowledge of approaching climax
in the other redoubled each one's pleasure.  After a minute she
shrieked with orgasm.  He held back a bit.

"Give him a nice big cunt squeeze, Paula," her RAD said as she
was just coming down from her orgasm.  She got a slightly puzzled
look but did as requested and Andrew gasped, moaned, and plunged
in before letting out a growl of orgasmic satisfaction to match
the creamy spurts that plastered her inner cunt.

After a rest and some mutual smiles, she said, "The voice told me
to squeeze.  It's never done that before."

Andrew smiled.  "I would have kept going a while longer because
it felt so good, but I guess they didn't want me to.  Isn't that
right, RAD?"

The RAD echoed, "It is true, our preference was for the
ejaculation to occur when it did rather than be delayed."

They both laughed.

Andrew's RAD spoke, "You may get up and go at any time."

Andrew spoke in a normal voice, "I plan to ask the lady if she
would like to do it again."

Paula smiled but was silent.

"Well?" he asked.

"Well, what?" she answered.  "Did you ask a question?"

Andrew grinned, took her hand and moved his face close to hers.

"Dear lady, I would like to stay and make love to you again. 
Would you like that?"

"Yes, I would, only let's call it fucking rather than making
love.  However, as you may know, at this time of month my very
best friend, this RAD here," she said, gently tapping the device
at the side of her head, "prefers for me to get fucked by one man
after another, and perhaps my dance card, or should I call it my
fuck card, is already full."

Her RAD spoke in its echoey way, "Dear Paula, you make me blush
when you call me your best friend.  Flattery will get you
nowhere, but you have been a very cooperative participant in the
fertility cause, and you may have the next three hours to do with
as you please."

In the next hour and a half the lovers reveled in two more bouts
of enthusiastic fucking.  When they had been resting for twenty
minutes Paula's RAD spoke, "Paula, dear?"

"Yes, RAD."

"If you are interested, I have another mate available for you."

"I am not interested, and you can go shove that other mate up
your ass," said Paula.

"Very well," said the RAD, in echo mode.  "I just thought maybe
you were finished."

A bit of tenderness came into Paula's face as she looked at
Andrew.  "I don't know if we are done fucking or not, but even if
we are, I want to rest here with this sweet man until our three
hours are up."

Andrew was touched by her tenderness.  He hadn't known himself
whether he was up for more fucking or not, but within seconds of
this exchange his cock was aching and ready to go again.

He thought maybe he would ask her if she would like to meet again
when it was not her fertile period.  But first, her luscious body
called for some more enthusiastic fucking.

In the back of Paula's mind had lurked an uncomfortable thought.
She was married and loved her husband.  They were both OK with
the other one sleeping around for the sake of humanity.  But here
was a bit more.  What she felt for Andrew wasn't just duty, nor
was it just lust.  It was genuine attraction, the sort that could
lead to trouble.  She would have to watch that.

Andrew had exactly the same uncomfortable set of thoughts.

The RADs had found an attractive mate for each of them, but had
also picked two people who had equal motivation to not let it get
out of hand to threaten their marriages.


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Sally and Mark

For Sally, a year had passed.  She had done it in the back of a
bus; with a huge man; on mats on the floor in a school gym with
maybe fifty other couples doing it too; in a swimming pool; and
many times with rather ordinary men, on her back in missionary
position or some other common variant of the human sexual
configuration.

She had been called upon for auxiliary roles when it was not her
fertile period.  Four times now she had knelt naked and whispered
nasty words into the ear of a man while he fucked a woman from
the rear; her RAD told her she conveyed the feelings behind the
words very effectively.  She had volunteered several times to be
the girl a man fucked until the very end, when he shifted and
stuck his dick into another one to spurt.  She was a good
citizen.  It was volunteer work, though some people did it in
exchange for other benefits, including money.


Now it was her fertile period once again.  Her RAD was in charge
of her life so Sally was prepared once again for odd things to
happen.

It was just before supper and the sun was setting.  "Oh Sally!"
said her RAD in a singsong voice.

"Yes?" she asked, with a bit of excitement.  For her, being
fucked always had at the very least a tingly feeling to it.  She
got a little lubricated just knowing sex was coming soon.

"Please go out to the car."  It was parked on the street in their
quiet residential neighborhood.  "Now open the hatchback and
stand behind it."  Another car then drove up and a man got out. 
He was handsome and looked to be in his 20s.  He smiled at her
and she couldn't help smiling back.

"Now pull your jeans and panties down to your ankles, and lean
into the back of the car, keeping your butt up in the air.  It
should be available for sexual access."

"Yeah, I had figured that out, asshole," she muttered to her RAD.
 So much for a romantic encounter with this handsome hunky man
who was approaching her.

"Now close your eyes," it said.

"Whatever you say," she muttered.  She waited with anticipation.
Maybe he would have a vibrator to warm her up.  She had loved it
when a man had once proceeded to use his tongue very skillfully
while she was in this position.  But she hear a zipper, which did
not bode well for some fun foreplay.  She felt her pussy lips
being parted, and then she cried out "Shit!" as her pussy was
suddenly invaded by a very large cock.  There was an initial stab
of pain and some lingering soreness, but given her time of month
she had quite a bit of lubrication and the immense organ was soon
sliding smoothly back and forth fast and deep inside her.  She
then felt his hands grab her hips roughly and squeeze.  His
rhythm increased and then she felt a serious spasm of pain as his
member jammed hard against the end of her cunt.  "Fuck, fuck,
FUCK!" she cried and tried to get away, but he held her tightly.
He moaned and held his giant salami there deep inside her as his
baby-making goop spurted into her.  He then withdrew and flopped
down on the tailgate beside her.

"You asshole!" she shouted at him as she pulled her pants back
up.  "That HURT!"  For the encounter he had only opened his fly
and his huge organ now hung out half-limp, glistening and wet. 
Then to her surprise she saw a tear in his eye.

"I hate it when it makes me do that," he said.  He started
sniffling a little.  Suddenly she felt a surge of compassion. 
"This motherfucker," he said, pointing to the device in his ear,
"has me out almost raping girls like you every few days.  And
they always cry out, and it always hurts," he said.  "One of them
spit on me, and another slapped me. I don't want to do that!"

"It's OK," she said.  The pain in her innards was gone, and she
felt a glow.  Painful or not, her body sure felt like it had been
fucked, and that's what it had wanted.  She could see he was
basically a kind man -- and hot.

"What's your name?"

"Mark."

On an impulse she said, "Can you come back to see me and we can
really make love?"

He brightened.  "That sounds great!"  They exchanged numbers,
which they wrote down on paper with a pen.  This could have been
handled by the RADs, but they had a way of losing information
when it didn't suit their purposes.

They both stood and he crammed his cock back in his pants.  She
offered herself for a hug, and he took it.  She considered for a
moment as they broke off.  "But however much you don't like it,"
she said, "your body pulls it off.  You keep it up.  Very far
up," she said as they both smiled.  "You come."

He smiled sheepishly.  "Yeah, I guess there's an animal in me
that likes it.  'Unnnh!, unnnh!'" he said, imitating an ape and
thrusting his hips back and forth a few times.  Then, "We men are
animals, underneath the people part," he said.

"Oh, we girls are animals too."

"Dinnertime!" her father called from the doorway.  Her mother was
away visiting her family.

The young stud drove off and she went in to dinner.

-----------

That evening her RAD spoke again. "A man and a woman are
arriving, and you should come out of your room to meet them." 
She arrived just as her father was letting them in.  The four of
them stood there awaiting further instructions.  She would find
out what sort of kinky sex it had in mind this time.  "Proceed to
the guest room with your vibrator," it said.  When she was there
it continued, "Please remove all your clothes and lie back on the
bed, then arouse yourself with your vibrator."  She did as she
was told.  "Now put your jeans over your head so your eyes are
covered, then spread your legs wide."  She had done this before.
The jean legs flopped above her on the pillow.  She could faintly
smell her own odor from the crotch of her jeans right in front of
her nose.  It wasn't a bad smell.  "Please remain silent
throughout."

She then heard the door open and footsteps approaching
cautiously.  Someone was climbing onto the bed and onto her. 
Probably the man, but you never knew for sure.  It seemed to be
groping, perhaps blindfolded in some way itself.  The groping
hands found her pussy lips and opened them, and the person
revealed itself to be the man when a cock worked its way into
her.  Something about this was strange, but she couldn't put her
finger on it.  He was very quiet and, she thought, very
efficient.  His pumping got faster and then she felt his cock
swell as they usually did right before orgasm, and then she felt
his flurry of strokes in the pattern she was so familiar with
now, the pattern of a man coming inside her.  She felt him twitch
as the spurts shot into her.  She felt very excited, but
something held her back from her own orgasm.

Then her RAD spoke.  "On the count of three, take the jeans off
your head.  One, ..."

Sally suddenly felt with horrifying certainty what was wrong and
flung the jeans off.  Her fears were instantly confirmed. 
"Dadddddy!!!!" she cried in anguish.  He flung his blindfold off
too.

"Sally?" he said for a moment before erupting in rage.  "Goddamn
you! Fuck you!! You..." and his words failed him.   She knew he
wasn't talking to her.  He took off his RAD and hurled it against
the wall.  Sally threw hers off too.  She instinctively ran to
the bathroom and with a finger pulled as much goop as she could
out of her vagina into the toilet.

The commotion and shouting from Sally and her father brought the
man and woman running.  Sally had assumed the man was for her and
the woman probably for her father, and her father had assumed the
woman was for him and the man probably for his daughter.  The man
and woman's actual assignment had been to have sex in the house
of a couple of total strangers -- on the kitchen floor.  These
RADs were very clever, killing multiple birds with one stone.  It
was all part of the research design.

"This is outrageous," he yelled into the old land-line phone to
the woman at the agency.  "You tricked me into fu..." He glanced
at Sally across the table from him. "...making love to my own
daughter!"  The agency assured him that a counselor would be
right over.

"I'm a big girl, Daddy.  I know what 'fuck' means.  That was
fucking, not making love."

Her father carried his RAD like a dead mouse to the concrete
floor in the garage and bashed it with a hammer over and over. 
He invited Sally to do the same with hers.  She debated but then
declined. This RAD wasn't her first one, but it had been with her
for a long time.

When the kindly woman from the agency arrived an hour later he
presented her with the mangled little bunch of wire and plastic.
The woman took it with a gracious smile.

"As you know, the human race is in danger of extinction," she
said, starting in on the lecture they knew so well.  "In our
desperate search for a solution we are trying a wide variety of
unusual sexual practices."  Sally's father rolled his eyes and
waved at her to cut short the lecture.

The counselor then took on a more therapeutic tone.  "You might
consider that neither of you wanted to commit incest and are both
appropriately horrified at what you did.  It wasn't your fault."

"No, it was YOUR fault!" her father shouted, pointing his finger
at her.  They knew of course that this woman too had nothing to
do with the decision, except perhaps being willing to work for an
agency that would do such things.  She wore a RAD too.

The woman had replacement RADs with her -- they knew she would. 
Her father took one reluctantly and put it aside.  She told them
that in light of the trauma they would be free of all sexual
obligations for the next month.  Sally put her RAD back on later
that day, although she erupted in anger at it a number of times,
saying the vilest things she could, things she would never say to
a person.  The RAD listened patiently, validating her anger.


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

"Hello Mark, this is Sally."

"Who?"

"You know, the one you unceremoniously banged from behind out on
her tailgate.  Or are there so many of those you need to know
more?"

"Yeah, like what do you look like?"  Sally had a moment of fear,
though she was almost positive he was joking.  It had been just
five days before.

There was enough of a silence that he added, "I'm kidding, of
course.  How are you?"

"Could you come see me some time so we can make love properly? 
Like tonight?"

"Sure."  The phone line went dead briefly.

"That was my RAD, telling me 'I would really appreciate it if you
saved your semen for an assignment I have in mind for you.'" 
Sally giggled a little at how he captured RAD-speak so perfectly.
 "I told it to fuck off.  I don't do that very often, so I'm
hoping it doesn't decide to send me to see the Wicked Witch of
the West for the next month...
But you didn't say how you were."

"Not so terribly great, but we can talk about it when you get
here."

"OK."  Mark insisted on taking her out to dinner, though not much
insistence was needed.

She then explained how the RADs had tricked into fucking her own
father just a few hours after the two of them had had their
rendezvous.  He was appropriately horrified and sympathetic.

She said plaintively, "I want to just make love without worrying
about babies or RADs."

The RADs spoke in their echoey way, "You can remove your RADs
during your upcoming encounter, with our blessing."  Sally and
Mark happily took the advice.  Maybe the RADs sensed that they
probably would have anyway.

Mark was gentle and skillful.  Somehow he was all over her
erogenous zones, seemingly everywhere at once.  He used his
tongue on her clitoris and teased her close to climax, but with
no sign of moving on.

"Oh, just take me, now, OK?  Please?"

Mark smiled and complied, seemingly instantly.  Her first orgasm
overtook her as his thick cock stretched her as it entered.  He
would have gone on thrusting forever too, but she told him she
wanted him to come, and he did.  This time he was careful not to
go in too far.  He nudged her cervix just a little, enough for it
to be terribly exciting and send her over the edge into a truly
massive orgasm.

He prepared to leave after a suitable period of afterglow, but
she encouraged him to stay.  She stroked his impressive cock, his
balls, his entire pelvic area, over and over.  She wanted to lick
that magnificent apparatus.  Her mouth enveloped him, licking and
sucking.  Girls needed semen up inside their pussies so often
that getting a guy to come by oral sex was not a skill that got
much use.  As he got near his orgasm she briefly took her mouth
away,.

"Come in my mouth, OK?"

"You sure, Sally?" he panted.

"Yes!"

He didn't hold back, and she thrilled at the instant surge of
fluid. She swallowed it -- it wasn't that much, since he had just
come an hour before.  She even convinced him to stay the night,
and do it again in the morning.  She asked if they could meet
again, but he said he had already been testing his RAD's
patience.

--------

Sally's period was late, then she started feeling nauseous.  She
had a pregnancy test as required whenever a girl had such
symptoms.  Usually it was a false alarm.  She hadn't really
thought much about whether she wanted to get pregnant.  She
didn't really have any choice about trying.  Was she ready to be
a mother?  She wasn't sure.  There would be no end of money or
babysitting or mentoring or support groups.  A chance to have a
child would come but rarely if at all, and her only option was
whether to give the baby up for adoption.  She knew she wouldn't
do that.  Nature had given her a baby -- well, nature, a nice man
with a huge cock, and a gazillion-dollar computer network -- and
she would raise it.

While waiting for the test results the RAD had explained that if
she was pregnant the chances were 97% that the baby's father was
Mark, not her own father.  Yet it was highly probable that the
trauma of incest had been a necessary component for coaxing her
body into getting pregnant.


"Mark."

"Sally!  How are you?"

"Will you marry me?"

"Huh?"

"Will you marry me?"

"Ummm, this is kind of sudden."

"I'm going to have your baby!"

There was a coughing noise on the other end of the line.  "Oh my
God.  That's so great!"

She had been mostly joking about the marriage part.  And yet they
did like each other and got along well, and the magic of sharing
a child bonded them.  They did marry two years later.


------------------------
From the Executive Summary of the Fertility Crisis Project
report, June 30, 2048.

The fertility crisis struck twenty years ago.  The RAD system has
allowed steady increases in reproduction.  This year for the
first time we have truly reassuring news.  Our top technical
people are convinced that we in the United States have succeeded
in achieving a replacement reproduction rate.

The abstract algorithms used by the massive RAD computer network
are truly understood by perhaps 50 people worldwide. But except
at the most abstract level, no one understands how it works.  No
one understands any details.  The algorithms in combination with
the unprecedented quantities of data that have been gathered
constitute a method for population replacement.  The experts
doubt we will ever understand it any better.

In practical terms, this means that human reproduction will
continue to be directed by RADs for the indefinite future.

We have achieved a replacement population growth here in the
United States.  There is similar good news from Western Europe
and parts of the Far East.

Elsewhere in the world, however, there are only small pockets of
success:  South Africa, Bangalore, and Buenos Aires, for
instance.  The inevitable depopulation of the rest of the world
will change the face of humanity on the globe.  Upheaval in the
world is just beginning.

In the United States the majority of people adjust well to the
multiple sexual partners required by the RAD system.  In the
early years girls just entering sexual maturity were the group
who experienced the most difficulties.  Education, role modeling,
and training have made the process much smoother.  Some 30% of
girls and 15% of boys still do not adjust well, a situation that
is generally detected gracefully and without trauma.  We are just
gearing up programs where many of those young people will form a
core of those who go to live in rural areas or provide services
to the massive aging populations who still live outside the RAD
zones.

Humanity owes its continued existence to the RADs.  Sophisticated
as that system is, it does not experience praise or gratitude. 
Its overarching goal is helping us humans conceive enough babies.
 It serves us well.


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