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 Author: Sterling
Title: Sweet RAD (PART 1 of 2)
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.
 
I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed.
Comments to sterling27@live.com.
 
I have written many other stories and they can all be found at 
/files/Authors/Sterling/
 
You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire
text unchanged, including this notice.  If you tell me where
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and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it.
 
Sterling
 
And now, our feature presentation.  Enjoy!
 
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Sweet RAD  (PART 1 of 2)

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.


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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?

(END OF PART 1.  STORY CONTINUES WITH PART 2 of 2)

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