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Introduction
 Well, I am reposting the first five chapters of The Race of Man after
making some minor changes.  Most of the changes involve simple grammar
corrections and some minor changes in the actual text.  The main change that
I made was to change the name of the main character from Paul to Aaron since
several of my readers felt that having two characters named Paul in the same
story was a little confusing.
 I have also added two new chapters to the end of the first five.  I hope
everyone enjoys them as much as the first three.  I do appreciate all of the
comments both positive and negative that you all have sent me.  I hope to
hear even more responses for the two new chapters.  As always, please direct
any praise or criticisms to me at infiniteinkz@yahoo.com.  I will respond to
all of them.  Tell me what you liked about the story so far, what you didn't
like about the story so far and what you might like to see happen.  I only
have one final chapter planned, but if anyone gives me some good ideas, who
knows.
 Legal stuff here, all of the characters, concepts, and such are my own
personal creations and are my sole property.  You have my permission to
archive this or any of my tales as long as you don't charge for the service
or alter the story in any way.  If you do archive it, I would appreciate
that you tell me where it is archived and include my email address with each
archive.
 Now all this said and done, read on and enjoy.
Prologue
 Let me state for the record that I never intended to change the world.  I
never meant to alter the course that human history had taken for hundreds of
thousands of years.  It all just sort of happened.  I guess that is really
no excuse for what I did, but I do find some comfort in these facts when I
look back at all the chaos my actions have caused.  It's not much, but it
keeps me going.well that. and the fact that I am getting more ass now than
anyone ever dreamed of.
Chapter One
The Discovery
 Let me tell you a little bit about myself.  I am, in all honesty and no
modesty, a genius.  I finished my bachelor's degree in anthropology when I
was thirteen.  I received my masters at fourteen and my doctorate when I was
fifteen.  I got my second doctorate in electronic engineering at seventeen
and my third doctorate in microbiology by my nineteenth birthday.  This was
in addition to other assorted masters and bachelors' degrees that I picked
up in my spare time.  I have a photographic memory and an almost infinite
capacity for boredom.  Also, at the age of 22, when all of this started, I
was still very much a virgin.  I like to think that I was not. unattractive
at the time.  I had brown hair that absolutely refused to cooperate with any
comb or brush.  My eyes were your basic hazel and I had good teeth.  I was
thin, but not skinny and kept a decent tan despite hours in labs and
workshops.  I just never seemed to find anyone that wanted to relieve me of
my virginity.
 Now when all of this started, I was working at USC in the Anthropology
Department.  My thesis on human evolutionary patterns had caught the
attention of the department head and I had worked with him for almost a year
to determine exactly where modern man had separated from his earlier
relatives.  Needless to say that this was a daunting task since most
scientists don't even agree which of the early stages of man are actually
directly related to Homo sapiens.  Still, it was an interesting exercise and
it paid well.  Then came the call that promised to make our job a hell of a
lot easier.
 We got word from a research team working on ice core samples in Antarctica
that they had made an amazing discovery.  While working in an ice crevasse
they had discovered an entire group of proto-humans frozen in the ice.  The
pictures they had sent us were understandably grainy, but they showed at
least six humanoids and they looked to be perfectly preserved.  Doctor
Asburg, the department head, suspected that they were probably early
Cro-Magnon or even perhaps Neanderthal.  We all saw the amazing opportunity
this was and Asburg arranged for the two of us and three research assistants
to fly to the Antarctic to study this find first hand.
 Most of you probably doubt the likelihood of people being frozen in a block
of ice in one of the coldest places in the world.  Well, before this
discovery was made, corpses of other creatures had been discovered in both
the Artic and Antarctic.  Bodies of Wooly Mammoths had been discovered that
had been frozen so quickly that uneaten plants still sat in their mouths and
several small rodents had been discovered in the ice in the process of
copulation.  Its theorized that sudden climactic shifts had caused such a
rapid temperature drop that the creatures had been frozen before they had a
chance to realize that they were dead.  Asburg and I believed that the same
thing had happened to this group of early humanoids.  (For a really good
example of this effect, see if you can find a copy of the inaccurate, but
highly entertaining movie, The Day After Tomorrow.)
 As we bordered our chartered flight, I studied the various members of our
team.  Doctor William Asburg was the head of our team.  He was 42 and the
very epitome of your typical college professor.  Slightly overweight with
balding brown hair, he had green eyes that were usually hidden behind very
thick glasses.  He was one of the most respected authorities on early man in
the world.  He also played a really vicious game of handball.
 Our budget wasn't good enough to cover real assistants, but we had managed
to con three interns to come along with us for class credits.  All three
were freshmen and, from my vastly older years of 22, seemed to be very
young.  Barry Stone was the one I knew best.  He looked like a linebacker,
but had a brain like a researcher.  We had teamed up a couple of times to
complete some of Asburg's projects.  He was six feet tall with more muscles
than seemed fair.  He had wavy red hair and deep blue eyes.
 Angela Chen wasn't really an anthropology student.  She was more like me
and was too smart for her own good.  She had started a degree in History,
and then switched three more times.  Anthropology was simply her latest
interest.  I suspected that she would eventually find her calling and become
as famous as Einstein or Clark.  For now, her magnificent brain was at our
disposal.  Shamefully enough, her body was just as magnificent as her brain.
Long blonde hair that was more than likely natural, breasts that would have
shamed any pinup and a butt that you could rest a soda on were only three of
the things that made her the subject of many of my masturbatory fantasies.
 Paul Waters finished up our little group.  Paul was working on his second
master's degree and was the living embodiment of the stereotypical nerd.  He
was short, skinnier than a rail with an overbite so bad that he could
probably eat both sides of an apple.  He was probably the smartest member of
our group, including me, and an absolute master at all things electronic.
 Now this probably doesn't sound like the kind of people that would be safe
flying off to one of the most inhospitable places in the world and if you
are actually thinking that, well you are correct.  The closest thing I had
to artic experience was the winter break that I spent in Colorado learning
to ski.  The others had even less experience than that.  However, Asburg
didn't want to wait until the specimens could be brought back to the states.
He was terrified that someone else would find out about this discovery and
steal our thunder.  So we were going to the Antarctic whether we were ready
or not.
 Our flight deposited us in the bustling city of McMurdo Station.  McMurdo
Station is Antarctica's largest community.  It is built on the bare volcanic
rock of Hut Point Peninsula on Ross Island, the farthest south solid ground
that is accessible by ship.  Established in 1956, it has grown from an
outpost of a few buildings to a complex logistics staging facility of more
than 100 structures including a harbor, an outlying airport (Williams Field)
with landing strips on sea ice and shelf ice, and a helicopter pad.  There
are aboveground water, sewer, telephone, and power lines linking buildings.
It is not exactly Los Angeles, but it the closest thing to civilization you
are going to find on the frozen continent.  A heavily modified DC 11 and a
thirty-year-old Sno-Cat that would be our base of operations during our
investigation met us at Williams Field.  The pilot looked like a refugee
from an old WWII movie with a pair of aviator glasses, Japanese bomber
jacket and, God help us, a long white scarf.  Still, he told us that he had
been flying in this area for over twenty years so we felt fairly safe.  We
loaded the Sno-Cat and our gear onto the plane and took off.
 Our destination was over three hundred miles from our departure point and I
swear we flew over the most deserted landscapes known to mankind.  On a more
modern aircraft in a friendlier environment, the flight would have taken
about an hour, maybe an hour and a half.  Our transport was far from modern
and our surroundings were hardly friendly.  We battled headwinds of
unbelievable speeds and turbulence that would make even the most seasoned
flyer sick to their stomach.  Poor Paul must have gone through at least ten
airsick bags during the four-hour trip.  When we began to make our approach,
all you could really see from the air were snow, ice, and more snow.  There
was definitely nothing that looked like a landing strip.  Nevertheless, our
pilot set us down with only a few jolts from the landing skids.
 The research team helped us unload the Cat and stow our gear in the dozen
or so geodesic domes that served as their living quarters and labs.  We
would be sharing their quarters for the duration of our stay, but any
research we were to do would be done in the back of the massive snow
vehicle.  This wasn't a major concern to us considering the main problem we
would be presented with would be keeping any specimens we recovered frozen
and safely preserved until they could be examined or sent back home.  Well,
when the average mean temperature rarely got above -45 degrees, keeping
things frozen was not a problem.  Hell, keeping us from freezing could
become a problem.
 It took us about twelve hours to get everything set up, then Doctor Asburg
insisted that we all get at least nine hours of sleep.  None of us wanted to
miss a minute, but we followed the doctor's orders.  The next day, we shared
breakfast with the researchers and then piled into the Cat with two of the
research team for the two-hour drive to the crevasse where the bodies were
found.  They were extremely talkative and the woman, April Sanderson,
actually seemed interested in me.  I suspect that it was more because I was
a new face then because she actually thought I was sexy.  She'd been staring
at the same faces for nearly a year so I would guess that Quasimodo would
have looked good to her.  Still it was fun having an attractive woman
flirting with me.  Made me almost forget the thirty-mile per hour winds
blowing outside and the fact that it was a balmy -50 degrees.
  The crevasse was pretty obvious.  It was a massive black cut in the nearly
perfect white of the surrounding snow and ice.  April told us that the group
had discovered it over two months ago and had been using it for easier
access to the deeper pack ice.  She said that their sonar had picked up a
large opening directly beneath the area that they had been mining so they
had set charges to blow an opening.  They had hoped to get even deeper into
the pack ice without much effort.  They had found something far beyond their
expectations.  I thought I was prepared for what they had discovered after
having seen the pictures they had sent.  When we followed them down the
metal scaffolding to the lower level, I realized that I had been wrong.
 Even through the distortion of the ice, they were magnificent.  The lights
set up by the researchers illuminated a scene straight out of prehistory.
No one spoke as we studied the figures.  It was like we all felt that
speaking would somehow break the magical spell holding these long dead
creatures here in our time.  It was so quiet that I could hear everyone
breathing and the quiet dripping of water freed from the ice by the heat of
the lights and our bodies.
 "I count eight of them," Asburg said, breaking the silence finally.  He was
shining his flashlight into the ice and studying the frozen forms.  "Four of
them approximately four feet tall, two perhaps a half foot taller and the
remaining two seem to be children."
 "Maybe a family grouping?"  Angela was filming what we could see with her
digital camera.  She seemed completely in awe of the scene and kept
fingering the cross dangling from her ample bosom.  I was wearing my Star of
David under my parka and felt the urge to follow her action.  There was
something almost religious about what we were seeing.  Like we were being
given a glimpse at some of God's earliest work.
 "I thought that family groupings were much larger in early man?  Didn't
they run around in large groups, basically entire tribes of interrelated
people?"  Paul was using his Palmtop to make notations on positions of the
various figures and any viewable features.
 Asburg nodded.  "Sites in Europe and Asia have always indicated that family
groups usually consisted of thirty to forty persons.  Its possible that this
group is survivors of some disaster that wiped out the rest of their group.
It's also possible that they were exiled from their group for some reason or
another.  Unfortunately for us, I doubt we will ever know the reason why
there are so few of them.  They didn't exactly keep written records, you
know."
 Everyone laughed at his little joke, except Paul who had gotten very close
to the ice wall and was peering at the figures intently.  They don't look
like Cro-Magnon or even Neanderthal?"
 I joined him and tried to get a better look at the figures.  "He's right,
Doctor.  I can't see them very clearly, but they don't seem to have any of
the features of Cro-Magnon, Neanderthal, or even Homo erectus.  Do you think
its possible that we have stumbled across an entirely new species of early
man?"
 Asburg waved his hands to quell the excited muttering that had started when
I asked that.  "Let's not get too excited here, folks.  We won't know
anything for sure until we can extract some of them and study them.  Since
no one has ever actually seen any of the early hominids as anything except
bones, it is possible that they could be one of the known species.  So until
we know more, I don't want anyone speculating.  We are scientists, not
tabloid writers.
 As excited as we all were, we nodded at his logic and began the laborious
process of chipping away the ice and freeing some specimens for study back
at the base.  We had to be incredibly careful because the ice was very dense
and the bodies were going to be very fragile.  We extracted two of the
larger ones and one of the ones that we believed might be children and
carefully packed them back to the base to begin our studies.
 Now, I will be nice and leave out the details of our research.  Hours of
long and very tedious work in our makeshift labs, repeating the same test
dozens of times to make sure you got the right answer was the majority of
our days.  Asburg insisted that everyone confirm every test.  I understood,
especially once we realized what we had discovered.  We had stumbled across
something that we knew was going to shake the scientific community to the
very core and there was no way in Hell that Asburg was going to let even the
tiniest mistake slip by to give doubters and naysayers ammunition to
discredit our discovery.
 During the two weeks that we worked, the only real thing of interest that
happened was that I finally lost my virginity.  Since I am certain that most
of you are reading this only for the sexual content and not for the
scientific information, I will do my best to let you know how, pardon the
very bad pun, climactic this event was.
  I was working late into the night studying cell samples and blood samples
from our specimens.  Since I was the only microbiologist on the team, it was
my duty to study the amazingly preserved cultures we extracted.  Needless to
say, I was in Heaven to be able to study the biology of creatures that had
died out long before modern man had taken his first steps on this planet.
What I had discovered was beyond belief and the things that I would discover
would be even more incredible, but more on that later.
 I had just finished studying a slide of cell samples from one of the
smaller creatures when I heard the lab door slide open very quietly, as if
someone had been trying to make the corrugated steel door move as silently
as possible, as if the blast of freezing air as the door opened wouldn't
have let me know that the door had been opened.  We had backed the Cat up to
one of the doors leading to the main dome and had constructed a temporary
hallway out of pressed plastic sheets and metal stakes.  This kept most of
the winds off of us when we were going from the domes to the Cat, but it was
still very cold outside.  I turned, expecting Asburg or one of my team
checking in on me.  I was very surprised to see April standing there, slowly
unzipping her parka.  Any questions I might have had were stifled when I
realized that the courageous woman had braved the sub-zero temperatures
without anything under her parka.  She dropped the heavy coat to the floor
of the Cat and smiled at me.
 My first cognizant thought was that the old joke about, "Is it cold in
 here" was definitely based in fact.  Her more than ample bosom was covered
in goose pimples and her dark brown nipples looked hard enough to chip
diamond.  The anthropologist in me immediately identified her as being of
almost pure Nordic descent.  She had very light brown hair and the palest
skin that I had ever seen.  Her visible skin seemed to be dotted with an
infinite number of light brown freckles and her ice blue eyes seemed to be
laughing at me as I stared at her.
 I don't really remember stripping off my pants and underwear.  I do vaguely
recall helping her out of her pants and thermal underwear because I took a
very deep breath when her clean-shaven pussy was revealed.  I remember
thinking that it was the most magnificent thing I had ever seen.
Unfortunately for me and for you, dear readers, the back of an antique
vehicle crammed full of research equipment and other supplies, is not the
place where lengthy foreplay can be enjoyed.  Not to mention the fact that
it was close to minus thirty degrees outside the Cat and barely above
freezing inside the machine.  April played with my erection for several
seconds before my groans of pleasure told her that I was more than ready.
We spread our parkas on the steel floor and I lay down on my back.  She
straddled me with a knowing smile and slid my cock into her very warm hole.
 There is no way to accurately describe the feeling of sliding your rock
hard cock into a hot, tight pussy for the very first time.  I am certain the
groan I released when she slid all the way down and our groins met could
have been heard over the winds and through the steel walls of the dome and
Cat.  It must have felt very good for her too because she let out an almost
animal growl and started riding me as hard as she could.  Her humping
increased in speed when I reached up and grabbed one of her wonderful
breasts in each hand and began massaging her nipples.
 Now I wish I could say that she rode me for hours before I released what
seemed like years of sperm into her body, but I can't.  I doubt I lasted
more than ten minutes before I felt my balls tightening up and before I
could even blurt out a warning, I was spewing what felt like gallons of cum
inside of her.  (Of course, the average male only ejaculates about a tenth
of a teaspoon of sperm during orgasm, but I am sure that you can understand
that my scientific objectivity had gone even further south than we currently
were.)
 Even with my limited experience with sex, I could tell that she had not cum
yet and was about to apologize when she dismounted and crawled between my
legs.  The next thing I knew, I was getting my very first blowjob.  She
slowly began to lick up and down my shaft, cleaning it of all of our
combined fluids.  Next, she moved even further down and cleaned off my
balls, lovingly taking each one into her mouth and cleaning it slowly.  This
whole time, she is looking up at me with those blue eyes to see my
reactions.  I am sure that she saw a lot because I was twisting and groaning
while trying to watch everything that she did.  She reached up and took one
of my hands to place on her head.  I understood what she wanted and began
gently moving her head up and down as she swallowed my entire shaft.  From
the grunts and happy moans that she was making, I was certain that she was
enjoying this almost as much as I was.
 Just when I seemed like I was going to explode, she stopped what she was
doing and straddled me once again.  God, if I had thought that she was hot
and wet before, the heat I experienced when I reentered her was
indescribable.  I had felt certain that I was about to explode when she was
sucking me, but the moment I entered her again, the impending need to come
seemed to fade.  I was still rock hard and my balls were definitely full,
but I felt much more in control.  I am happy to say that we fucked for at
least a half hour with her achieving multiple screaming orgasms before I
finally felt my balls tighten up again.  This time, I didn't even think
about warning her.  My hands came up to grab her hips, pulling down as hard
as I could while I shoved up with all my might.  We both groaned loud enough
to drown out the howling winds outside as I spewed inside her.
 When we both had finally recovered from the amazing experience, she kissed
me fiercely and whispered, "Maybe next time we can do it in my bunk.  It's a
lot more comfortable."  With that, she got up and got dressed.  She smiled
at me, and then left me lying on the floor of the Cat with a contented grin
on my face.  I was convinced that nothing would ever top what I had just
experienced.  Well, it turned out I was wrong.
Chapter two
Curiouser and Curiouser
 After two weeks, Asburg was comfortable enough with our findings to reveal
them to the research team that was serving as our host.  We all gathered in
the communal dining room where I had set up the A/V equipment.  The air of
excitement was almost palatable.  Our hosts were excited because they were
about to find out what we had discovered and we were excited to finally have
a chance to reveal the anthropological discovery of any millennia.  "When
Galileo first observed the heavens, his discoveries changed the world
forever.  When the Manhattan Project first successfully split the atom, our
boundaries of understanding were expanded a thousand fold.  What we have
discovered, with your help, is on par with those discoveries."  He paused
and used the remote for the DVD player to call up an image of the humanoids
encased in ice.  "When we first began our observations, we believed that the
creatures were either Homo Neanderthal or perhaps an early version of
Cro-Magnon since both of these species of early man were very well
 traveled."  The image was replaced with a series of x-rays and ultra-sound
images.  "We have since discovered that neither of these assumptions were
true.  By cross referencing these images with known fossil remains, we have
discovered that these creatures are actually Australopithecus."
 The excited murmurs from some of our hosts indicated that at least a few of
them had some grounding in the history of early man.  Asburg nodded and
continued.  "As you may know, Australopithecus is one of the earliest
species of true humanoids ever discovered.  They evolved somewhere between
three to four million years ago in Africa and thrived for over a million
years."
 April, my lover of the past two weeks, raised her hand.  "Doctor Asburg,
what would a species that evolved so long ago be doing in this region?  I
mean, even given the fact that the climate may have been much warmer, why
would they leave Africa and make such a long trek?  How would they have done
it?"
  "Probably over some sort of land bridge that existed at the time, just as
early man is believed to have come to the United States via a land bridge.
As for why, we are not sure at this point.  Our best guess is some sort of
natural disaster forced them from their natural home.  Perhaps some sort of
drought, disease, or even confrontation with later species of man could have
caused it.  We may know more once I get the specimens that we unearthed back
to the university.  For the next part of the discussion, I will turn the
floor over to my colleague, Doctor Silverstein."  (Oh, in case I hadn't
mentioned it earlier, that's me, Aaron Silverstein.)
 I got up and smiled at everyone just like we were at one of my lectures at
the university.  " Biologically speaking, these humanoids are astounding.
Of course, we have no records of what Australopithecus was actually like
except for very fragmented skeletons.  It had always been assumed, because
of their very small skulls that they were simple creatures.  Evolutionary
speaking, they were believed to be only a couple of rungs up from animals."
I called up an image of an ultra sound of the largest specimen's skull.  "As
you can see, the brains of these people were drastically different from
anything we could have ever imagined.  Even though it is smaller than a
modern man's brain, it is much more convoluted and complex.  We had believed
that these early men had no pre-frontal lobes and thus would have been
unable to process complex and abstract thoughts.  It was the development of
pre-frontal lobes in later species that would ultimately give Homo sapiens
the edge they needed to essentially conquer the world.  It is my belief that
these structures located on the four 'corners' of the brain may well have
served the same purpose as pre-frontal lobes do for us."
 Charles Langdon, the leader of the expedition spoke up.  "Are you trying to
tell us that these creatures may have been as intelligent as we are?"
 I shook my head.  "No, no where near it.  Their brains were still very
small compared to ours, but they would have been much more intelligent than
originally believed and much more complicated then we have ever dreamed.  If
Australopithecus had not died out, it may have well become the dominant life
form on the planet instead of us."  I let this sink in before continuing.
"Even more amazing is their bodies.  We were amazed to discover that all of
the individuals were male.  The three we unearthed were all closely related
indicating probably that they were a father and sons.  The ones remaining in
the ice seem to be male as well, but we won't be absolutely sure until they
are uncovered.  We were also able to determine that the largest was only
thirteen years old."
 Langdon nodded.  "But isn't it pretty certain that early man aged much
quicker than modern man?"
 I shook my head.  "More recent research indicates that early man, at least
the more modern forms such as Neanderthal actually lived much longer than
originally thought and probably aged at a rate comparable to modern man.
This was one of their downfalls because of their low birthrates.  The
creatures had to have aged, at least to adulthood, at an incredibly rapid
rate.  This would have given them a major advantage over later life forms if
they had survived."
 April grinned at me.  "Well, I guess its lucky for us that they got caught
in a flash freeze.  I kind of like being the dominant species."
 Everyone laughed and I let it go on for a second before switching to an
image of the smaller specimen.  "The last significant discovery that we have
for now is this.  The youngest specimen is approximately seven years old."
I let the image zoom in on the creature's genital area making everyone gasp.
I understood that reaction.  It wasn't every day you saw a seven year old
with a thirteen-inch penis and balls that looked like they belonged on a
bull.  "As near as I can determine, the boys mature sexually at an amazing
rate.  It is entirely possible that they can successfully impregnate a
female almost from birth.  This combined with their accelerated growth rate
make this life form an incredible evolutionary attempt."
 A few days later, Asburg announced that he was going to fly back to the
university with the three specimens we had been working on.  We had already
made arrangements for more detailed tests to be done and some experts that
Asburg felt he could trust to help with the studies.  I was to remain behind
with the assistants to finish removing the other specimens from the ice and
preparing them for transportation.  So Asburg packed him and the specimens
onto the old airplane and flew off.  It was only about twelve hours later
that we were hit with one of the worst storm in Antarctica's history.
 The domes were buffeted by winds of over sixty miles an hour and the
temperature dropped to -75 degrees.  We were forced to bring everything in
from the Cat because the vehicle was in the very real danger of being blown
about and dashed into a million pieces.  After that, it was simply a matter
of waiting out the storm.  We weren't too worried because the domes had been
designed for such weather and we had plenty of supplies.  I set up our lab
in one of the storerooms and kept working.  The others were also working,
but they could literally work anywhere there was a tabletop since they were
simply studying the visual records that we had already made of the
creatures.
 About three days into the storm, I was studying cell samples and blood
samples from the specimens and made an amazing discovery.  Almost by
accident, I ran a test to determine any hormonal imbalances in the blood.  I
was shocked to discover that every single sample from every single specimen
had the exact same chemical make up as a pregnant female.  I ran the test
again several times to make sure of my findings and every single one of them
came back the same.  Every one of the apparently male specimens had been
pregnant!  Once I made this seemingly impossible realization, I went back
and studied all of the x-rays and ultra-sounds we had made.  They had not
been made with the intent of determining pregnancy, but the ones that had
been made of the chest, stomach and groin area did show several anomalies
that we had not noticed the first time around.  What I had assumed were
distortions caused by the ice and the relatively cheap machines we were
forced to use could very well be fetuses.  These males had indeed been
pregnant.
 This prompted me to study the images even more intently.  I noticed even
more anomalies now that I was actually looking for them.  It wasn't clear,
but there did appear to an additional structure in the specimen's anal
passage.  It looked like there was a secondary passage attached to the anal
course.  Added to this was there seemed to be a sort of flap or trapdoor
directly in between the connecting area.  I didn't see anything that might
be analogous to ovaries, but the images might not have been able to pick
something so small or delicate.  All of my observations seemed to indicate
that these early men were fully functional hermaphrodites.
 I revealed my discovery to April during our next love making session.  She
had been particularly energetic and I had needed something to slow her down
enough for me to catch my breath.  She gave me a look that was, at best,
skeptical.  "Are you insane?  What are the odds of such a mutation cropping
up?  Even more importantly, what are the odds of it breeding true?"
   I reached out and toyed with one her nipples, making her shiver.  "First
of all, I am not comfortable calling it a mutation.  There are far too many
variables that came out just right in these people.  If you were talking
about random mutation, you would be talking about dozens or more random
mutations occurring at once to create them."
 She giggled and gave me a mock serious look.  "So what are you saying?  Are
you implying some superior force at work?"
One of the few things I had against April was the fact that she was an
atheist.  Being very religious and the proud recipient of a classical
rabbinical education, I firmly believed in the existence of God and could
see his hands in pretty much everything that I studied, but to placate the
woman that I was coming to care for a great deal I simply shrugged.  "Even
the most hard nosed scientist has to admit, even if only to himself, that
the universe and everything in it is just a little to orderly to have just
happened.  Everything from cellular division to planetary formation happens
with almost clockwork precision.  Everything happens exactly the way it has
for billions of years.  Call it God or call it celestial mechanics,
everything happens for a reason."
"So what do you think the reason was for this proto-humans to evolve this
way?"
"That's easy.  Survival is the most common trait shared by all creatures.
These people evolved or were given these traits to give them a chance to
survive.  I mean, think about it.  Early maturation combined with allowing
every single member of the clan to produce offspring gave them an incredible
edge over other forms of early man."  I had regained my energy and my
erection so I moved a little closer and slid back inside of her.  She moaned
in response and wrapped her arms around me.  "If these early men had
survived, they could easily have conquered the world."
I rolled on top of her and pulled her legs up so that they were pressed
against my chest and began thrusting into her harder and harder.  During our
many sessions, I had gained some degree of skill and a lot more stamina and
I fucked her for nearly half an hour before I erupted inside of her.  She
came with me and we both collapsed onto the bed.  "Well, I'm just glad that
they didn't because I really like being who and what I am."  She paused and
a very serious look appeared on her face.  "Aaron, I know that we started
this as something fun and never intended anything to come out of it, but I
think that something special is happening here."
I nodded and beeped her nose.  "So how do you feel about converting to
Judaism?  I am pretty sure that I can get my folks to overlook the fact that
you are the wrong race if you join the right side."
She chuckled and then turned serious again.  "Aaron, I'm late."
Now every man alive knows what that means and every man has probably
imagined how he would react when he heard it.  My reaction was of pure
stunned ecstasy.  Whereas April and I were not in love, there was definitely
something there and I had no trouble imagining us making many babies
together.  "Well, you know what this means, don't you?"  At here puzzled
look, I smiled.  "You got us pregnant, so now you are going to have to do
the honorable thing and marry me."
Well, the next morning I was practically floating on air.  Somehow, during
the brief time since her telling me that she was pregnant and breakfast, the
entire station had somehow found out the truth.  If you think the two of us
had been the subject of jokes and good-natured ribbing when we were just
having sex, then you can imagine how bad it was now.  We came into the
communal dining room and it was "decorated" for some sort of party.  Rolls
of toilet paper were draped from the light fixtures and hand made signs hung
from the wall with badly drawn pictures of pregnant women and storks.  We
were greeted with applause, which we took good-naturedly.  The site cook
brought a massive flapjack with congratulations written on it in syrup.
Copious amounts of homemade alcohol also flowed so when I finally took my
leave and returned to the lab, I was more than a little tipsy.
Before I had set out to frolic with April, I had set a series of blood
samples in a special emulsion that was designed to separate any gender
specific hormones.  My idea was to see if these amazing creatures had the
specific hormones of each gender or if some brand new types of hormones were
present in what was essentially a whole new (old) species of creature.  I
had taken just a little longer than I had intended with April due to our
conversation about marriage and babies and found that the blood samples had
sat too long in the emulsion and had become completely unusable.  I decided
to chunk the lot of samples and try again later.  Now trying to safely
dispose of biological samples when you are intoxicated is not the wisest of
things and I knew this.  However, these were simply blood samples that had
already been tested for any dangerous pathogens, so I wasn't too concerned.
I had taken all but the last of the Petrie dishes and placed them in the
sterilizer when the accident happened.  I stumbled carrying the last dish
and fell.  The hand with the dish hit the floor and the dish shattered into
hundreds of pieces.  Several razor sharp chunks embedded themselves in my
palm and my blood mixed with the blood of the specimens.
Now had I been completely sober, I would have taken some precautions.  Any
contamination by a foreign object is supposed to be immediately reported to
the medical team and notations made in the logs.  As drunk as I was, I
simply cleaned up the mess, wiped off my hand and wrapped a bandage around
it.  I do vaguely recall making a mental note to see the nurse the next day,
but mostly I remember wanting to go to bed because my head was spinning
something horrible.  So I wandered off to bed to sleep off one of the few
drunks I have ever had.
Now have you ever heard the old saw about how the greatest of events starts
with the simplest of actions?  It is entirely possible that, had I gone to
the nurse and gotten a simple broad spectrum antibiotic, none of the events
that followed would have occurred.  As it was, by the time I had stripped
off my clothes and tumbled into my cot after brushing my teeth, it was
already too late to have changed to the course of things to come.  Deep
inside of my body, cells that hadn't existed on this planet for millions of
years were already at work and nothing on earth was going to stop them.

Chapter three
I woke up the next afternoon feeling better than I had felt in years.
During my early years, I had operated, ever so briefly, under the mistaken
idea that I wanted to play ice hockey.  My first game had cured me of that
idea and left me with a dislocated kneecap.  It had healed properly, but I
had been left with a nagging pain that became even more pronounced in bad
weather.  So needless to say, during my time in at the bottom of the world,
I had been in a bit of pain.  Since the storm had started raging outside, it
had become even worse.  I literally leaped out of bed with not a single
ache.  I felt incredible!  Even my hand, which had been throbbing like hell
the night before, felt better.  When I unwrapped the makeshift bandage that
I had put on it, I was amazed to see that it was almost completely healed.
I suppose this should have sounded warning bells, but my memories of the
actual injury were fuzzy at best, so I just assumed I had imagined the
injury to be much worse than it actually was.
So after giving a very sleepy April a good morning kiss and grabbing some
clean clothes, I headed for the communal showers to get cleaned up.  When I
got there, I could hear water running so I tossed my towel and shaving kit
on the counter, stripped out of my thermals and stepped around the divider.
Barry was there and obviously just started his own shower because he was
busy soaping up his body and didn't even notice me enter.  Despite the fact
that I had never had a homosexual thought in my entire life, I felt
strangely intrigued by his actions.  You know how most psychologists say
that every one harbors some thoughts about doing it with the same sex some
time in their lives?  Well, I never had single one.  Even though I remained
a virgin until this trip, I had always been one hundred percent
heterosexual.  So this is said, why was I suddenly staring at Barry like he
was suddenly playmate of the month?
As I stated at the beginning of this little story, Barry looks like someone
you would see on a football field or a box of Wheaties.  He was tall and had
muscles everywhere.  He was completely hairless and I wondered for a second
if he shaved.  I felt my gaze travel down his back and rest on his
well-formed buttocks.  I was fascinated by the way the water was trickling
down between the cheeks and rolling off the very large ball sack that I
could see dangling there.  Despite the sexual calisthenics of the night
before, I felt myself getting a raging hard-on.  Ordinarily, I would have
been very embarrassed by this but now I felt perfectly relaxed with it and
simply walked over to the showerhead next to Barry and started washing off.
 "Hey Doc, What's up?"  Barry seemed a little startled at my appearance and
a quick glance downwards told me why.  I also found my erection getting even
harder at what I saw.  Barry's very large cock was as hard as mine, and
bright red in the way that only a cock that had been played with could be.
Barry had obviously been masturbating when I had come up.  This information
only seemed to fuel my arousal.
"Not much, Barry.  I was thinking about giving the ultra-sounds and X-rays
another look today.  I think there may some things that we missed the first
go around."  I wanted to see if any more details about what I had discovered
could be seen, but I didn't want to reveal what I had discovered just yet.
I had finished the rinse off and was starting to soap down as I was talking
so I didn't notice the odd expression appear on Barry's face and the way
that he seemed to be unconsciously sniffing the air as we talked.  I did
notice out of the corner of my eye that he had reached down and was lightly
stroking his cock.
"Coolness, do you need any help with that?"  He may have meant the pictures,
but I was suddenly aware of how he was staring at my cock.  Instead of being
bothered by this like I should have been, I just shrugged and began soaping
my own package.  I also noticed how he had edged closer to me so that we
were practically touching.  Even over the running water and the steam, I was
starting to notice a strong odor in the air.  It wasn't an unpleasant smell,
kind of like a strong animal musk.  I was startled to realize that it was
coming from me.  I was even more startled when Barry reached out and wrapped
his fingers around my cock.
Any objections I might have had were quelled by the incredible jolt of
pleasure that ripped through my body when he did that.  My cock seemed a
thousand times more sensitive than it had just the night before.  It seemed
like it was wired directly into the pleasure centers of my brain.  Instead
of complaining, I just groaned and leaned forward against the wall as he
stroked.  Even through all of this, I kept studying his face as looks of
confusion and pure lust warred on his face.  He was panting and breathing
deeply like he was trying to fill his lungs with the musky smell that was
even stronger.
Suddenly it was like I was working on pure instinct.  I whirled around and
grabbed Barry with both hands.  He seemed startled, but didn't stop fisting
my shaft.  I applied pressure to his shoulders ever so slightly and he
willingly dropped to his knees.  He looked up at me with a questioning look
then seemed to understand what I wanted.  He leaned in and took the head of
my cock into his mouth and began to suck.  Now even in my limited
experience, it was obvious that he had never done this before.  Instead of
giving me a blowjob like April would have given, he simply kept the head in
his mouth and sucked.  Still, it felt wonderful and from the look on his
face, Barry was definitely enjoying the feel and taste of it being in his
mouth.
I let him do this for a couple of minutes and then I did the same thing that
I had done with April during our first fuck.  I released his shoulders and
grabbed his head with both hands.  With April I had been gentle and careful,
making sure that she was willing, but I simply pulled Barry's head forward
roughly and shoved my hips forward as hard as I could.  Barry gulped and
struggled for a brief second then relaxed completely.  I groaned loud and
long as I felt my cock slide completely into his mouth.  That was all it
took to drive me over the edge.  I felt my balls tighten and cum spewed out
of me and into Barry's mouth.  I was more than slightly surprised to hear
him gulping eagerly, like it was the finest nectar ever made.
Like April had done many times before, after I was finished cumming, he
pulled slowly out and licked every single inch clean as it came out.  Now
you would think after such an intense orgasm that I would have felt at least
a little satiated, but I was feeling even hornier that I had when we
started.  Barry seemed even more dazed and confused than he had been before,
but my mind seemed to be functioning in crystal clarity.  With more strength
than I thought I possessed, I grabbed his shoulders again and pulled him to
his feet.  He actually managed to grunt slightly as I spun him around and
pressed him into the wall.
Water still poured over us as I shoved down with one hand making his butt
stick out and up slightly.  My other hand was already wrapped around my
aching cock.  Barry looked back over his shoulder and looked like he might
want to object, but couldn't because of his loud panting.  I ignored the
look and simply shoved the tip of my cock into his asshole.  The tightness
and the heat of it were incredible.  Fucking April was a warm, slippery
sensation.  Barry's ass was slick enough, thanks to soap and water, but it
was much tighter and hotter than her pussy and God, it felt incredible!
Without even thinking about it, I snapped my hips forward and buried the
entire length of my cock inside of his bowels.  Our groans blended together
as my balls slapped against his ass.
The smell of musk was practically overpowering now as I began to stroke in
and out of his tight hole.  Barry was groaning continuously and kept bending
lower and lower to give me better access to his ass.  He was grinding back
against me just as hard as I was fucking into him.  There was no real
finesse to it, just primal rutting with flesh pounding against flesh.  I was
rapidly reaching the point of no return and wanted Barry to cum with me so I
reached down underneath us and grabbed hold of his cock.  The hot, slippery
flesh felt really good in my hand and I started stroking it in the same
rhythm as I was fucking him.
Suddenly, I jammed my cock into him as hard as I could and stroked his cock
as fast as I could.  We both came at exactly the same second.  As I filled
his bowels with cum, he spewed his load all over the wall.  He went
completely limp and would have fallen if I had not kept holding his hips.  I
felt this incredible need to stay connected to him as long as possible and
stayed in that position until my cock had gone completely limp and slipped
out of his asshole.  When it did, I was astounded at the amount of sperm
that started oozing out of the hole.  Much more than there should have been.
After about a minute, Barry struggled to his feet.  The musk was slowly
starting to fade from the air and my senses seemed to be returning.  So were
his apparently, because he turned bright red and quickly left the room.  I
understood how he felt.  Now that the heat of the moment was over with, I
was puzzled over exactly what had happened and why.  I definitely didn't
feel like trying to hold a conversation with the man that I had just fucked
the shit out of.  With a dozen questions still on my mind, I finished
washing up and headed towards my tiny lab.
 By the time I reached the over sized closet that I called a lab, I was
thinking much clearer.  The adrenaline and endorphins were slowly fading
from my system and my clinical mind was starting to work on exactly what had
happened and why.  I sat down and called up all the information that I
currently had and pondered it.  Admittedly, my resources were limited, but I
could find nothing that could have possibly caused what had happened.  All
of the old science fiction movies I had ever seen about alien viruses taking
over humans flashed through my head.  I had eaten them up as a child, loving
how some strange virus or mutagen changed people into aliens or horrible
monsters.  A part of me, that was still that kid, wondered if something
similar was happening now.
 Now logically speaking, I knew that this was impossible.  Viruses need
living hosts to survive and thrive.  Human tissue crystallizes when frozen,
destroying it.  This is why we have never managed to successfully freeze any
living creature and resurrect them.  Even if some strange viruses had
existed 3 million years ago, they would have all been destroyed when the
specimens had been frozen.  Scientifically speaking, this wasn't a hundred
percent certainty, but it was close enough that I put it aside as a
possibility, at least for the moment.  Having eliminated that for the
moment, I brought up my notes on the laptop and studied them.
 The only real differences in the bodies from modern man besides the obvious
physical differences was a series of hormones that had no parallel in modern
man's biology.  I didn't have an exact number, but there were at least a
half dozen that I couldn't identify.  So logically speaking, if I had
somehow become "infected" by these hormones, then they would also exist in
my blood.  So I took a sample and examined it under the microscope.  What I
found was not very encouraging.  Not only were the hormones present and in
incredibly large amounts, but I could see that my white blood cell count was
way too high.  This told me that my body was fighting some sort of infection
and was probably losing the battle from the number of white blood cells.
Somehow I had become infected with something very powerful.
 Now as I pointed out in the beginning of this little story I am a certified
genius.  I am fucking brilliant; that said I realized that my mind was
working even faster and sharper than it had ever had in the past.  Out of
the blue, I came up with several more tests that I could run using what I
had at hand.  I cannibalized the centrifuge and one of our portable chemical
analyzers and strung together a gadget that would have made any mad
scientist proud.  When I was done, I had my very own home made genetic
analyzer.  By wiring it into my laptop, I was able to make a detailed scan
of my DNA and chemical make up.
 I found that, somehow, I had acquired an additional sex chromosome.  As
even the most basic layman knows, there are two sexual chromosomes X and Y.
The way they combine determines whether or not you are a little boy or
little girl when you are born.  XX and you become a little girl.  XY and you
become a little boy.  Sometimes you get doubling effects such as XXX, XXY,
and XYY, but these are very rare and exceedingly not healthy for the lucky
recipient.  Besides my proper XY combination, I was suddenly the proud
possessor of another one attached to the beginning.  Call it an E chromosome
with the E standing for Enigma.  I had no idea what this chromosome did but
I suspected that somehow, despite all of the impossibilities, I had acquired
it when I had cut my hand on the contaminated glass.  My body was obviously
reacting to these changes as if I had some sort of illness, hence the
elevated cell count.
 Now I was faced with a dilemma of epic proportions.  I was being affected
by some unknown agents with no real way of determining exactly what was
happening to me or what the final outcome would be.  In an ordinary
situation, my first action would have been to warn everyone and then contact
the CDC in Atlanta.  Unfortunately, these were not ordinary circumstances.
We were a very long way from the CDC or any sort of help.  With the storm
raging outside, we were effectively cut off from the outside world and I had
been told by the base weather tech when the storm started that these storms
could last for weeks or even months.  So I was on my own.
 Of course, even if I had managed to contact the CDC, all they would have
done would be to put the base under quarantine until they could figure out
what had happened.  Well, the base was already basically quarantined since
we couldn't leave without serious risk to our lives and the world's greatest
(see only) expert on these hormones and such was right here on the base.  So
I made the decision to keep quiet about the situation until I could learn
more.  If the storm cleared before I had discovered anything helpful then I
would tell everyone what was going on.  Until then, I decided it was better
to keep quiet than to create a panic.
 Now this may seem pretty darned irresponsible of me, but it made logical
sense to keep this under wraps.  If there was a danger, there was nothing we
could do about it until the storm passed.  I did decide to tell Langdon
about what I had discovered so he could be prepared to move the moment that
there was a chance.  If he made the decision to tell everyone else, then I
would go along with his decision.  So I sealed up my lab and started looking
for the man.  I found him locked up in a small room with one of the research
station's team standing outside holding a very nasty looking revolver.
 "What's going on?"  I remembered that the guy's name was Vargas; that he
was an expert in climatology, 28 Hispanic.  I had met him during the welcome
party they had thrown us.  What I didn't remember was just how sexy he was.
He was about 5'11" and slender with dark brown eyes and thick curly black
hair.  Almost against my will, I felt myself getting aroused again.  I
fought to resist the feelings and peered at Langdon through the door's tiny
window.  He was a mess with a nasty looking cut over one eye and a badly
swollen face.
 Vargas looked reluctant to talk about it and seemed about to tell me to
mind my own business when I noticed his nostrils flaring.  That made me
notice that the musky smell I had noticed earlier was back.  It wasn't
nearly as strong, but it was definitely there.  He blinked and then stared
at me like he was noticing me for the first time.  "Sorry, Doctor
Silverstein but what did you say?"
 I moved a little closer so that I was almost crowding him into a corner.  I
somehow sensed that he wouldn't make a move against me.  The smell was
getting stronger as I looked him right in the eye.  "I just asked what
happened?  Why is Doctor Langdon locked up and look like he had the crap
beat out of him?"
 Vargas was breathing heavier as he spoke.  "About two hours ago, Doctor
Langdon tried to sexually assault Ms. Chen in the dining area.  He was
practically incoherent but tackled her and was attempting to rip her clothes
off.  Mr. Waters tackled him and managed to keep him on the floor until I
got there.  We had to get pretty rough because he was completely out of
control."
 For a second, I grinned imagining tiny Paul grappling with Langdon who was
a very large and obviously strong man then I frowned because I realized that
the assault had occurred at the exact same time I was fucking the crap out
of Barry.  I had noticed that the musky smell had been in the air outside of
the shower room, but hadn't given it any thought at the time.  I realized
that any scent that could inspire two normally heterosexual men into a
rutting frenzy would have an affect on anyone else that inhaled it.  The
commissary was the closest room to the showers and thus the concentration of
the musk would have been second greatest there.  I counted myself lucky that
it had been relatively empty and that somehow Paul had managed to keep his
wits even though he had to have been affected by the musk too.  I wasn't
sure why he had been unaffected or why Angela had been unwilling to engage
in intercourse with Langdon.  There were mysteries here and I had no
answers.  I thanked Vargas and left him with a confused look on his face and
an erection in his pants.
Chapter Four
 Now since I wasn't there for the next part of this story, I am going to
hand the story telling over to my primary mate and let her tell what
happened between her and Angela Chen.  I didn't find out about any of it
until I came back to April's room to talk to her about what had happed with
Langdon.  I would later find out that she already knew, having found out
about the event from a first hand source.  So without further ado, here's
April.
Girls' Time
 Now I'm no genius like my lover and I am not the greatest public speaker or
writer, but I like to think that I can toss bull with the best of them so
here goes.  As Aaron has already pointed out, my name is April and I am
geologist working with the US Geological Institute studying how
climatological changes effect land formations.  If its of any real interest,
I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York and attended Eastern State
University.  I have served in a lot of different climates ranging from
desert conditions to my current assignment.  Put simply, I am one tough
bitch.  Of course, being tough didn't keep me from falling for and getting
pregnant by a Jewish nerd.
 When my story starts, I was blissfully unaware of what Aaron had
discovered.  I was still in my bunk, recovering from some very wonderful
love making when someone pounded on my door.  I quickly tossed on my robe
and opened the door.  I was shocked to see Paul standing outside looking
like he had gone ten rounds with Mighty Joe Young with Angela leaning on his
shoulder.  She didn't look nearly as bad, but she did look terrified.  When
he told me what Langdon had tried to pull, I was shocked.  I had served with
Langdon for almost two years and had found him to be a logical and caring
man.  I couldn't imagine him ever trying to rape someone.  Paul asked me to
keep an eye on his colleague while they could figure out what to do with
Langdon.  Of course I agreed to help in any way that I could.
 After Paul left, I led Angela over to my bed and went to get a cool
washcloth.  When I got back, she had stripped off her shirt and was sitting
there in only her pants and sports bra.  No as Aaron mentioned earlier,
Angela is built like the proverbial shit house.  I'm no slouch in the looks
department, but Angela could have been a model.  Despite the situation, I
felt my pussy getting a little damp.  Now this didn't surprise me since I
have been happily bi-sexual since I was thirteen and Angela was a total
hottie.  Of course, I put these feelings aside because the last thing I
wanted to do was try to come onto a rape victim.
 I knelt on the floor in front of her and softly began washing the dirt off
her face and arms.  She quietly sat there and let me clean her like she was
a child.  She even raised her arms and let me wash her sides where she had
rolled around in something during her struggles.  I noticed that some of the
grime and goop had managed to seep between her breasts and gently slid the
rag in between them to clean it out.  When I did this, Angela took a deep
breath and shivered slightly.  I also noticed that her nipples were become
hard.  She seemed to be relaxing and started talking.  "It was the damnedest
thing.  We were all sitting around in the dining area talking about the
find, the storm and basically anything we could think of just to pass the
time.  Somehow the conversation got turned around to sex and I guess I can
understand why because I was starting to get a little aroused.  Paul asked
me if I had a boyfriend back home.  I told him that I didn't have anyone at
all.  That's when Langdon started coming on to me."
 I nodded and kept passing the cloth over her flesh since she seemed to find
it comforting.  I also understood what she meant about feeling aroused.  I
was getting hornier and hornier the longer she talked.  "What happened
exactly?"
 Angela shuddered again and seemed to unconsciously reach up and slip the
straps of her bra off her shoulder.  Her breasts were more than firm enough
to keep the bra up even with the straps off.  I took this a sign that she
wanted me to go further.  I wasn't exactly sure why this description of a
rape scene was turning us both on, but I couldn't seem to resist pushing the
envelope.  "Langdon grabbed hold of my shoulders and tried to pin me to the
table all the time muttering about how all I needed was 'a good man to show
me what I was missing.'  I tried fighting him, but he seemed inhumanly
strong.  If it wasn't for Paul jumping him and pounding his head with a
metal plate, he might have actually raped me."  She paused and a far away
look came to her eyes.  "Hell, it wouldn't be the first time."
 This made me slow down in my cleaning.  "Someone raped you?"
 Angela nodded and tears welled up in her eyes.  "My father raped me
continuously from the time I was six until he was arrested when I was 14 for
raping a nine year old boy in our neighborhood.  I spent four years in
therapy trying to get over what my father had done to me.  I eventually
learned to live with what had happened, but I never was able to feel any
sort of sexual attraction."
 I didn't know about before, but Angela was definitely feeling arousal now.
She was breathing heavily and her nipples were practically ripping through
her bra.  She was crying freely now, but she was leaning forward as if she
was begging me to touch her more.  I decided to go with the signals and
dropped the cloth.  I kept a very close look on her face looking for any
objections and slowly lowered her bra.  My breath caught in my chest when
her boobs were revealed.  They were as magnificent as the rest of her with
dark skin and areola the size of saucers with very large nipples.  "Until
now?"
 She looked me in the eyes and nodded slowly.  I reached up with both hands
and cupped her breasts carefully placing her nipples in the center of my
palms.  She groaned loudly, startling both of us before leaning down to kiss
me on the lips.  I shuddered as she pressed her bee sting lips to mine and
happily welcomed her tongue when she pressed it between my lips.  I felt her
sliding my robe off and I moaned into her lips.  We spent several minutes
kissing and fondling each other's breasts before she broke the kiss and
leaned back.  "I've never even imagined doing anything like this before,"
she said with a shy smile.
 I began gently twisting her nipples making her shiver again and again.  "We
can stop if you want to.  This could be some sort of weird reaction to the
assault."
 She reached down and covered my hands with her own.  "April, I have dreamed
of feeling like this for fifteen years.  I don't care why I am feeling this
way, I just want to keep feeling it."
 I smiled and nodded.  We both stood up and finished getting undressed.  I
was already soaked, but when I saw her ass uncovered, I almost wet the
floor.  She was literally perfect and I wanted her more than anything.  Now
you are probably wondering how I could be feeling this way after just
figuring out that I was in love with Aaron.  I should have at least been
having some reservations about all of this, but all I was really feeling an
intense need to fuck the shit out of this incredibly sexy woman.  I pulled
her into my arms and kissed her again.  She kissed me back and wrapped her
arms around my waist with her hands cupping my ass cheeks.  I reached up and
began fondling her breasts again.
 When we broke the kiss again, she smiled then stopped.  She sniffed the air
with a puzzled look on her face.  "There's that smell again.  I smelled it
all the time we were fighting with Langdon."
 I stopped and smelled the air.  There was a kind of smell in the air.  It
kind of reminded me of some of the scents that I used to smell when I went
to the zoo with my parents.  It was a strong, musky smell, but was actually
kind of pleasant.  "It is probably from the air circulation system.  We are
always having problems with that thing.  It always needs servicing or
repairing."  She looked like she was about to say something, but I shushed
her with my lips and duck walked us both back to the bunk.  She sensed that
the time for talking was over with because she meekly allowed me to lie her
down and climb on top of her.  I licked her chin and then slid down so that
those magnificent nipples were at eye level.  Her areola had turned a deep,
rich chocolate brown and was all crinkled and I swear that her nipples were
at least a half an inch long.  I eagerly took one into my mouth and started
sucking it.  Angela practically ripped my hair out when she wrapped her
fingers in it and had her very first orgasm.
 "Oh, oh oh!  Oh my god!" were music to my ears as she thrashed about on the
bed.  I knew better than to let the momentum go, so I released her nipple
and moved even further down her wonderful body.  I spent several seconds
licking her outie belly button making her giggle and squirm before sliding
between her legs.  She had a wonderful little bush that was thicker near the
top, but faded out the further down you went.  You could tell that she never
shaved, but that nature had given her a perfect bikini cut.  I couldn't
resist kissing her directly on her mound.  "Ohh, April that feels so good!"
She shoved her hips up to meet my lips and I happily licked her soaking wet
slit.
 I was shocked when her clit sprang up from between her lips.  It was huge!
As I licked it, it grew to nearly two inches long and was very thick.  It
was almost like licking a miniature cock.  I even stopped licking it and
took it between my lips and sucked on it while licking the tip.  This set
her off again and I practically drowned in her juices as she came hard.  The
juices were incredibly thick and very pungent.  I have never tasted or
smelled anything like it before.  It was also delicious.  I lapped it up
like it was sweet honey.  She must have come at least a half dozen more
times before I got enough and stopped.  Even then, I kept licking her lips
trying to clean them off.  Of course, the more I licked, the more she
produced.  I finally gave up and rolled over onto my side to rest.
 Angela propped herself up on one arm and looked at me with a look of pure
reverence.  She leaned down and kissed me, oblivious to the fact that her
juices were coating my face.  "Thank you, April.  I love you!"
 Now this kind of rocked me because I could see in her eyes that she meant
it.  Somehow, this girl had fallen in love with me.  The scary thing was
that I was feeling some very similar feelings.  My head was swimming from
her taste and the scent we had noticed earlier seemed to fill the entire
room and me.  I wanted to tell her that it was just the orgasms and
adrenaline talking, but I couldn't seem to voice it.  Then she reached down
and started sucking a nipple and any interest in talking was lost.  I laid
back and let her have her way with me.
 Her touch was obviously inexperienced, but it felt marvelous.  She licked
each nipple with love and nibbled on them.  I began breathing harder and
harder as she stopped kissing my nipples and slid downwards.  She mocked my
actions by giving my tummy a raspberry.  I laughed out loud and shoved her
head down to get her to stop tickling me.  She took this as a signal and
buried her face in my slit.  She attacked me like she was starving to death.
Her tongue shoved itself between my lips and screwed its way into my hole.
I came so hard that I saw stars and comets.  By the time I had come down
from that, she was licking up and down my lips making me twitch even more.
She licked up to the top and sucked hard just like I had done.  I felt the
most intense feelings that I had ever felt before and felt an odd movement.
 "Oh, its so pretty!"  I was about to ask what she was talking about when I
felt her hot lips wrap around something and begin to pump up and down.  I am
pretty sure that they could hear my groans back at McMurdo, but I didn't
give a damn.  I grabbed her head and held it as she bobbed up and down.  I
could feel something monumental building inside of me, and nothing was going
to stop me from having it.  I lost control completely when one of fingers
slipped inside of my pussy.  I jammed my hips upwards and shoved her head
down as I erupted in the biggest climax of my life.  I shook and groaned for
several seconds before collapsing back onto the bed.
 When I had finally recovered from the experience, Angela was curled up
beside me and snoring lightly with a soft smile on her face.  I was amazed
that she could fall asleep so quickly after such an intense experience, but
the relief of years of sexual frustration in such a short time would have
probably worn anyone out.  I pulled her close to me and snuggled with her.
I was drifting off to sleep myself and saw no need to sleep alone.  I did
notice that the odor was fading now as the ventilation system cleared the
room.  I vaguely remembered making a note to talk to Vargas about the air
system to try and figure out what was causing the smell before drifting off
to sleep.
I woke up several hours later with Angela still in my arms.  I felt
amazingly relaxed and well rested.  I also felt incredibly comfortable
holding Angela in my arms.  There were definite sexual feelings there, but
there was also something else underlying it.  It felt almost like I had
always imagined holding my child would feel.  I felt a weird maternal
feeling towards her that really made no sense, but I put it down to the
moment.  I decided to get us both some food because I was starved and I knew
that Angela would be when she woke up.  I gently pulled my arms free and was
about to get up when I happened to look down at my crotch.  What I saw
shocked the shit out of me.  I had fallen asleep with my legs slightly
spread so I had a pretty clear view and I saw a decent sized cock sticking
out from the top of my slit.
Yeah I said cock!  Not an enlarged clit like Angela had, but an honest to
gosh cock.  It wasn't very large, at least not while it was soft, but it was
nice and pink with a dull red tip like a man's.  I could even see a small
slit in the tip.  Now I could see what had surprised Angela when she had
gone down on me.  Something really bizarre was going on here.  I didn't know
what, but I had a hunch that whatever it was, it was just beginning.
Chapter Five
Answers and Questions
Okay, back to me now.  When I left Vargas, I had more questions than was
probably healthy for someone to have.  I knew that the hormones and
chromosome were affecting me from our discoveries.  Between what had
happened with Barry and what had happened with Langdon, I had enough basic
information to believe that everyone else was somehow being affected too.
Now the question foremost in my mind was why was it affecting people in
different ways and why Paul didn't seem to be affected at all.  Although two
samples wasn't nearly enough to form a proper hypothesis, I could postulate
from what I had observed of myself and Barry, the forces affecting us didn't
seem to inspire any sort of violent reactions.  Hell, if Barry was any
indication, they might even create a sense of docility in some subjects.  So
why did Langdon suddenly feel the urge to commit assault and battery?
I had a very flakey roommate back in college who enjoyed locking me out of
our room, especially when I had forgotten my keys so I had become pretty
proficient at breaking and entering.  The door to Langdon's room wasn't much
of an obstacle to my illicit talents so soon I was going through his things,
trying to figure out exactly what was going on.  I found nothing in his logs
or on his computer.  I was just about to give up when I found several small
bottles similar to the kind you get prescriptions in from pharmacies.  There
were no labels on them, but one was still half full.  I took it back to my
lab and ran several of them through my newly invented analyzer.  I found
that our Doctor Langdon had been ingesting Viagra.
Now I am pretty sure everyone knows what Viagra is.  It is a drug designed
to promote sexual potency in older men and younger men suffering from issues
such as Erectile Dysfunction.  Langdon apparently suffered from something
like this.  Now this wasn't surprising, what was surprising was the dosage
in the pills.  Langdon had been taking pills with almost three times the
dosage most doctors recommend.  Now it was starting to make sense.  Take a
man running on sexual overdrive, and then add in an unknown substance that
seemed to inspire a level of sexual arousal like few people had ever seen.
When I went through Langdon's room, I had found a letter from Langdon's wife
telling him how much she was looking forward to his leave time.  Langdon had
made plans to take two weeks leave and visit his wife who was flying to
McMurdo to see him.  He was scheduled to leave two days after the storm had
locked us in.  I had a hunch that Langdon had been taking the Viagra to get
ready for his time with his wife.  When the storm hit and blocked his
leaving, he probably stopped taking the pills, but with the dosage level he
was ingesting there would have still been plenty in his system when the
entire ruckus started.  Which meant once the pills got out of his system, he
should be fine and completely non-violent.
That solved, at least conditionally, one of my mysteries.  I still had no
clue why Angela had resisted if she was being affected.  I figured I could
get answers once she had calmed down and April had a chance to work on her.
(No pun intended here.  Remember that I had no idea what was going on with
the ladies.)  So I decided to check on Paul and see if I could find some
answers there.  I found him in the dining area where all the excitement had
happened.  He had an amazing variety of foods and substances in front of him
and was taking deep breaths over each one of them with a delighted smile on
his face.
"Hey Paul, what are you doing?"  I sat down beside him as close as I could.
He blinked and seemed to notice me for the first time.  "Hey, Aaron.  I was
just smelling things.  About twenty minutes ago, I started smelling things
and I was just trying to enjoy it as much as I could before I woke up from
this dream and things were back to the way they were."  He must have noticed
the confused look on my face because he continued.  "When I was three, I had
a severe viral infection that completely destroyed my sense of smell.  All
of my life I have never smelled a scent from anything I ate drank or
encountered.  Right after the fight with Langdon, I started noticing things
that I had never noticed before.  I walked by the coffee pot and realized
that I actually smelled the coffee perking.  Since then, I have been trying
to smell all of the things that I have been wondering about for sixteen
years."
All of a sudden, the final piece of my puzzle just fell into my lap.  Paul
suffered from Anosmia, which prevented him from smelling.  Which means if
the musk that I was producing was some sort of scent based pheromone, then
he would have been completely unaffected by the odor.  I thanked God for
that, because if he had been affected too then Angela would have most
probably been raped.  The news of Paul's affliction also told me something
else.  I had noticed that I had been feeling better than I had ever felt
before and that my cut hand seemed to have healed at an almost inhumane
speed.  The fact that Paul's Anosmia seemed to have regenerated in a few
short hours told me that whatever was happening to all of us was doing more
than just turning us on.  Somehow, this was healing us and maybe even making
us better.  The very thought excited, terrified, and turned me on something
fierce.  I noticed then that Paul had stopped sniffing the various
substances in front of him and was sniffing the air.  The musk had returned
with my excitement and was filling the room just like it had in the shower.
I decided that I should leave the room before something happened like it had
with Barry.  My sex drive seemed to be in overdrive, but I was still in
control of my impulses.  I had just risen from the bench when the musk scent
in the air seemed to double.  I looked up and saw Barry moving over to the
coffee machine.  He was wearing a USC tee shirt and a pair of sweats.  From
the tent in his pants, I could tell that he was feeling as horny as I was.
Unfortunately for Paul, he also seemed to be producing the same kind of musk
that I was.  All my reasons for leaving the room were washed away by the
double dose of the musk and poor Paul was in serious danger of becoming my
next conquest.  I tried to find reasons for stopping what I knew was coming,
but they seemed to flit away from me before I could lock onto them.  In a
very real sense, I was becoming as much a "victim" as everyone else.
Barry plopped down on the other side of Paul and swatted him on the back
hard enough to rattle his teeth.  "Hey, Paulie!  How's the hero of the day
doing?"
Paul blushed at the loud praise and squirmed away from him.  Of course, that
made him slide closer to me.  "I'm not a hero, Barry.  I just did what
anyone else would have done in the same place."
I had to grin at his modesty and even reached out to muss his hair like I
used to do with my nephews back home when they were being a little too cute
for their own good.  I noticed that he started breathing harder when I
touched him and he kind of shuddered a little when I combed his hair with my
fingers.  Despite my fading worries over what I was doing, I was struck with
just how cute Paul was.  He seemed so shy and feminine.  Heck, he struck me
as even more feminine in his actions than April.  "Maybe Paul, but I doubt
that many people would have jumped someone twice their size like you did.
You probably saved Angela from a bad scene and saved Langdon from ruining
his life.  I think that deserves a pretty hefty reward, don't you think so
Barry?"
It was almost as if Barry was reading my mind.  He stood up and scooped Paul
up in his arms like he was a rag doll.  Paul seemed shocked, but didn't say
anything.  He was breathing so hard that I was almost afraid he was going to
hyperventilate.  Barry followed me as I left the commissary and walked back
into the shower room.  I let them pass and slid the door to the room shut.
Every room in all of the domes had thick metal sliding doors that were
designed to seal the rooms in case the domes were breached and snow started
pouring in.  They were hardly ever used, but I decided to use this one to
give us a little privacy.  I had a hunch that things were going to get noisy
and I didn't want anyone coming in to disturb us.
When I turned around, Barry was already starting to undress Paul who was
just standing there with a puzzled look on his face.  Even as far-gone as I
was, I was ready to stop the whole thing if Paul showed any signs of fear or
resistance.  I was a little surprised by Barry's actions.  When I had fucked
him earlier, he had acted confused but now he seemed as dedicated to
screwing Paul as I was.  The fact that he seemed willing to follow my lead
puzzled me too.  I was never what you call a dominant person and Barry
always struck me as about as Alpha as you could get.  Why was he following
me as if I was king of the world?  I suspected that it had something to do
with the musk and the hormones running rampant through my body.  My musings
were interrupted when Barry finished undressing Paul and started undressing
me.  Before I even fully realized it, I was as nude as they were.  Paul was
breathing hard and shuddering.
Almost as a single unit, Barry and I moved forward to wrap our arms around
Paul.  I almost came when I felt my cock rub against his butt.  Paul moaned
loudly and ground backwards against me.  I glanced around Paul and saw that
Barry had wrapped one hand around his cock and the other around Paul's.  He
was rubbing them together like he was trying to start a fire.  I did notice
that Barry's cock seemed larger than it did during our first encounter.  I
wasn't sure because I had been a little distracted and hadn't really paid
attention to specifics.  Still, Paul definitely seemed to be enjoying the
attention and I was really enjoying the feeling of his ass on my cock.
Hornier than ever, I reached forward and pulled Paul's head back.  His eyes
went really wide when I turned his face and kissed him full on the lips.
When I was screwing Barry, I had felt no desire to kiss him or do anything
romantic, but Paul was definitely inspiring different emotions in me.  I
kissed him gently and let my tongue play across his lips.  He shuddered
again and opened his lips to allow my tongue inside.  Our tongues danced for
several seconds before he pulled forward again with a moan.  I saw that
Barry had dropped to his knees and started sucking on Paul's cock and
understood Paul's distraction.  I started rubbing my cock up and down his
ass cheeks.  My cock head felt a thousand times more sensitive than it had
ever before.  I was leaking precum like crazy and his crack was getting
slicker and slicker.  His crack was feeling wetter and slicker than April's
pussy.  I wasn't really shocked when on one of my upward swipes, I felt my
cock head brush his asshole and lodge in it.
Paul jerked and made a questioning noise.  He seemed about to question my
actions when he shuddered from Barry's sucking and went quiet.  I took this
as an okay and pressed forward.  I groaned out loud myself as my cock slid
inside.  It felt incredible as I slid deeper and deeper into him.  It also
felt much different than when I had fucked Barry.  It felt more like the
times I had sex with April.  He felt much slicker than Barry had and I knew
that it all couldn't be from my leaking cock.  The muscles in his ass felt
different too.  They seemed much stronger and more directing.  I could feel
them gripping my cock, moving it along even as I pushed deeper and deeper.
Paul was breathing heavier and heavier and was shoving back and forth
between my cock and Barry's mouth.
On one such shove, I felt Paul's muscles grip my cock and it suddenly
slipped slightly upwards.  I felt my cock head pop between some entrance
that should not have been there.  Paul screamed loudly and I was terrified
that I had hurt him, but a quick glance at his face told me that he was in
absolutely no pain at all.  I can only describe his expression as one of
pure pleasure.  I heard a loud gulping noise and realized that Paul had
erupted in Barry's mouth and that Barry was hungrily drinking it all down.
Thus encouraged, I pushed forward and upwards until I was fully embedded in
his ass.
Barry got back on his feet and took Paul's head in his hands.  Paul put up
no resistance as Barry pulled him down to his crotch.  Barry moaned happily
as Paul took his cock into his mouth and started sucking loudly.  This put
his ass on the perfect level for fucking and I took full advantage of it.  I
pulled out slightly and began fucking Paul as hard as I could.  The shower
room was filled with groans, sounds of sucking and the sound of my balls
slapping Paul's ass.  I was fucking as hard and as fast as I could and Barry
was literally pounding Paul's mouth.  By all rights, Paul should have been
in considerable discomfort, but he was right there with us.  He was sucking
on Barry's cock like he was starving and the way he was twisting on my cock
told me exactly what he was after there too.
Finally, I felt my balls tightening and shoved as hard as I could.  I felt
most of my cock bury itself in the strange new place that had mysteriously
come into being inside of Paul.  This seemed to set him off on a massive
orgasm even though no one was touching his cock.  He groaned and this set
off Barry who grabbed his head in both hands and buried himself in Paul's
mouth.  Seeing this was all I could take.  I felt my cock erupt inside of
him and it felt like I was pumping gallons of sperm into his ass.  It felt
like my cum lasted for an hour before I finally relaxed.  Barry literally
collapsed to the floor with a huge grin on his face.  This left Paul
unsupported and he slid forward slowly which made my softening cock slide
slowly out of his ass.  I actually felt myself squirt slightly as my cock
head popped out of the new place, but felt a small degree of relief when it
had slid completely out and Paul slumped to the floor beside Barry.  Within
seconds, both of them were sound asleep on the bathroom floor.  With all of
the adrenaline ebbing from my system, I still managed to make it to a wall
before I keeled over completely.  My last thought before sleep claimed me as
well was to wonder how I was going to explain all of this to April.

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