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I had just divorced my husband after twenty-two years of marriage. It wasn't anyone's fault, there just was no more love, let alone lust, between us. I think we both gravitated to different interests and different activities. Sex was almost nonexistent, but I often saw semen stuck to the shower walls, after he left for work. Me? I had vibrators and erotic novels, keeping me sated.

We had decided to dispense with lawyers and all the red tape and to just part amicably; it helped, of course; that we were very wealthy and I was offered a very reasonable settlement. For that amount, I was able to buy an old house at the beach, which had been a dream of mine for many years. My husband loved the busy city life while I was more of a country or seaside girl. I swiftly came across a fixer-upper, which had been deserted for years, mainly because of the steep asking price.

One of the most appealing features of the house was a giant porch overlooking the coastline; at the left side of the house the porch ended in a wooden stair case, providing direct access to the beach below. From the very first day, that porch was my favorite part of the whole house. As I was sitting there on my porch that first evening, looking at the setting sun and listening to the ocean sounds, I began to unwind for the first time in many months (maybe even years) and an almost intoxicating tranquility took over my mind and body. I can't remember how long I just sat there, enjoying the serenity, but suddenly my attention was drawn to a man walking up to the house. He had a very confused look on his face; and the closer he came, the more puzzled he seemed to get; until he was right in front of the house, looking up at me. I nodded and smiled, greeting him and asked, "Can I help you with something?"

"I didn't know someone lived here." the elder gentleman replied.

"Well, I just moved in this morning." I said, getting up and leaning over the banister of the porch. “My name is Jill.”

"Oh, hello, Jill. Well, I see; it's been so many years, I guess I didn't even consider the possibility." he murmured, barely audible. He looked completely disoriented for a moment.

"Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?" I asked, taking pity on him.

"No, I wouldn't want to disturb you." he said, turning away and preparing to leave.

"Don't be silly. Come on up." I insisted.

Still reluctantly, he walked up the stairs and introduced himself; his name was Jack and he was 44 years old. After pouring him a cup of tea, I listened to his story.

He lived about half a mile away; and had done so for the better part of his life. Fate had taken his wife; Darla. His high school sweet heart; away from him only months after marrying her. He had never loved another woman since then. While life had not been particularly kind to him, he seemed very cheerful and happy, although a bit lonely, I sensed. When he started talking about his interests, it seemed that we both shared a passion for the opera. He struck me as a very intelligent, kind and lively man.

However, the longer we talked, the more restless he seemed to become. At first, I assumed he was just the nervous type and that was the reason why he was constantly fidgeting in his chair or checking the time, but when he started showing physical signs of stress; dry mouth, sweaty hands, foot tapping; I decided to call him on it.

"Jack, Is something wrong? You seem terribly nervous."

"Don't worry about it, Jill." he smiled.

"Jack, something is obviously bothering you. And I would very much like to know what that is." I replied sternly.

"But I don't want to ruin an otherwise lovely evening." he whispered, getting even more nervous now.

"Come on, whatever it is, it can't be that bad," I insisted, "Spit it out."

He took another sip from his tea, took a deep breath and then said, "For the past seventeen years, I've been coming to this stretch of beach, come rain or shine, every evening at dusk. It has been my memorial tradition, to remember my departed wife, and find relieve from my grieving. It includes an activity of a more intimate nature.”

"Okay," I said, as he paused for a moment.

" to masturbate," he concluded.

I looked at him, waiting for a punch line, but none was coming.

"Excuse me?" I said, wanting to make sure I hadn't misunderstood him.

"Masturbate," he repeated, "What do you younger people call it? Jacking off, jerking off, wanking."

"I see," I said, unsure of what to do or say next.

"I am sorry, I have made you uncomfortable. I knew I shouldn't have said anything. I think it's best if I go now," Jack said as he was about to get up and leave.

"Every day for 17 years, in the same spot?" I asked, not wanting him to leave.

"It's not that I don't jack off in other places, but yes; I don't think I've missed three days in all those years," he replied as he sat back down.

"Why here?" I asked.

"There's no deeper meaning or romantic story behind this location, if that's what you mean. I just got on my knees one day, jacked out a load and came back the following day to that same spot; and I have been doing it ever since. I guess I've always known that someday this house would be sold and I'd have to find another spot, but it's been so many years that I started kidding myself that the moment would never come," Jack said as he gaze into the darkness for a moment.

"But don't worry," he immediately added, turning his head towards me, clearly worried about my reaction, "I won't do it again; I'll find another spot."

"You don't have to stop just because I moved here," I said, after giving the matter surprisingly little thought.

"Off course I do," Jack replied, "This part of the beach is yours now."

"Don't be silly, the beach belongs to everyone. There's no reason why you should give up a 17-year old tradition," I said.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yes I am. You can come and dump a load on my beach anytime you want!" I smiled.

"That's very kind of you. But what about when you've got company?" he asked.

"Don't worry, I never have company. I don't have any kids, I have one brother I haven't spoken to in years and no real friends to speak of; it seems my husband got those in the divorce," I smiled.

"And don't worry about your privacy," I suddenly added, "I plan on having some drapes up very soon."

"Don't be silly," he said almost as soon as I had finished my sentence, "If I can jack off my fat cock and shoot my sperm on your beach, I don't mind you watching every second of it!"

I smiled as I noticed his language had suddenly gotten a lot fouler.

"Besides." he continued. "I like to be watched, it makes me feel like a wanker!"

"Oh really?" I smiled, not knowing how else to respond.

"Hell yes. There's no point in sugar-coating it, I jack off every day; sometimes more than once; that makes me a wanker, period. And doing it while someone's watching, only makes my cock bigger and makes me squirt an even more disgusting load than usual."

"I; uhm." I stuttered, at a loss for words.

"Come on, be honest," he said, "Don't you think I am a wanker."

"Uh, maybe a little bit." I admitted, realizing that that was what he wanted to hear.

"Very good," Jack said, cupping his hard crotch with his right hand, "Then I'll think I'll go and jack off. You know, the technic ought to be named after me!" He winked.

"Now?" I asked, catching myself looking at the hard bulge in his pants.

"Do you mind?" he asked, unzipping his pants.

I’m hardly the one to feign moral disgust for self-pleasure. It repulses me to hear women demean men who jerk off. I usually observe uppity women and ‘church ladies’ being more guilty of this hypocrisy.

"No, go ahead," I quickly responded, not wanting him to whip out his cock in front of me. He smiled and turned away, walking down the stairs, further unzipping his pants and taking out his cock.

As he walked away from the house, in the direction of the sea, his arm movements left little to the imagination. About thirty meters in front of the house, he suddenly dropped to his knees, his back still towards the house and continued wanking. Although he couldn't see me; with his back towards me; and I couldn't see much more than his outline, I still felt uncomfortable looking at him while he was pleasuring himself and so I went inside. This had been a strange ending to an interesting and pleasant evening.

I tried to detach the last fifteen minutes from the rest of the evening in my mind, but; naturally; my brain kept focusing on that particular part. I fell asleep while visualizing Jack jerking off and spurting his cum on the beach; my beach, in front of my house!

I slept like a baby and for most part of the following day, I hardly thought about Jack. It wasn't until dusk started to set that my mind wandered off and started thinking about what happened last night. As I was sitting in front of the tv, I found myself constantly looking at the clock. Always finding some sort of reason, I got up and walked past the glass porch doors every five minutes or so. Eventually I got what I was after, confirmation of his presence. When I saw him sitting there, on his knees, in the same spot as yesterday; and probably every day before that, for like forever; a sort of calm came over me. I stayed and watched until he got up and seemed to be stuffing his cock away. As he walked away, he glanced over at the house and waved as he saw me through the porch doors.

As I hadn't bothered with turning off any lights behind me, I must have been pretty hard to miss. I felt like a silly school-girl for waving back. With nothing more to focus on, I quickly fell asleep in front of the tv. When I awoke several hours later, I went to bed, thinking of Jack once again. Although I wasn't in the habit of changing into my night attire too long before actually going to bed, the following evening, I did so right after dinner; telling myself I'd be more comfortable that way. So, in nothing more than some white panties and a men's shirt; that barely covered the panties; I set up camp behind the porch doors with a cup of tea. With the lights on behind me, it was pretty obvious that I wanted him to see me. And by the way I was dressed for the occasion, I was also sending pretty explicit signals; although I was still in denial about that.

When he showed up, he already noticed me on his way in and waved, smiling widely. I raised my hand, greeting him back and watched him as he sank to his knees in his usual spot. This time however, he didn't face the ocean but the house, looking straight at me as he took out his cock and started jacking off. I watched him and he watched me for several long minutes, until he eventually arched his back and shuddered; probably shooting a load of cum in the sand. Shortly afterwards, he got up and stuffed his cock back in his pants. But instead of leaving, he approached the house and seemed to be waiting for me to open the porch doors, as he clearly had something to say.

When I opened the door and stepped out onto the porch, he said, "Nice view, but could you lose the shirt tomorrow? I would very much like to see some tit."

Without waiting for an answer, he waved goodbye and walked away. I quickly closed the porch doors again, taken aback by his bold question; but then again, I had done very little to discourage him so far. Anyway, I would just have to disappoint him tomorrow, I told myself as I turned off the light and went to bed.

But, the following evening, there I was again, dressed in a pair of panties and the same men's shirt I wore the night before; holding my cup of tea and trying to convince myself that I wasn't a complete slut. When he showed up and waved, I didn't wave back, but simply unbuttoned a button from the shirt; I don't know why I did it, I guess I was on some sort of automatic pilot. After watching me undo a second button, Jack quickly took off all of his clothes; sandals, t-shirt, shorts and underwear; before taking his cock in his right hand and jacking himself off as he dropped to his knees. While my left hand clenched my warm cup of tea, my right hand kept undoing buttons until there were none left to undo. Then I nonchalantly opened the shirt all the way, so both my tits were exposed.

He arched his back not much later and dumped yet another load in the sand. As soon as I realized he had done his business, I closed my shirt to cover up my tits; without actually buttoning up again.

As he got up and picked up his clothes, I opened the porch doors and shouted, before he had a chance to walk off, "Would you like to come up for a cup of tea?"

"You sure?" he shouted back as he was already walking towards the house.

"Yes, I am sure," I said as I walked into the kitchen and poured him some tea. As I walked back to the porch; where he had in the meantime taken a seat; I was a little surprised that he hadn't put his clothes back on yet and was apparently not planning to, as he had draped them over an adjacent chair. Then again, I was hardly in a position to judge as I was wearing skimpy panties and an unbuttoned men's shirt which, at the moment, scarcely covered my nipples.

As I handed him his cup of tea, I asked; “Jack, did your wife like it when you talked dirty to her, while having sex?”

He sheepishly grinned and finally said; “Fuck yeah, she loved it!”

I sat in silence with him. Then I glanced at his cock, which was hard as a mother fucker. Trying to act indifferent, I sat down and asked, "Shouldn't it go down after; you know?"

"Oh, most of the time it does," Jack replied with a smile, "But sometimes it stays hard; don't worry, it'll go down soon; if not I'll give it another wank."

Taking that statement as a joke, I smiled and sipped from my cup of tea.

"When's the last time you've been to the opera?" he asked, changing to a lighter subject. After a few minutes, his cock did indeed go down, but became erect again about forty minutes into our conversation. After I had glanced at it a few times; probably not too subtle; he looked down at it for a moment and wrapped his right hand around the fat shaft, just like that.

As his right hand started flying up and down his throbbing shaft, his left hand reached over to the adjacent chair, slid into his shirt pocket and pulled out a packet of tissues. After putting the packet on the table, he started the conversation up again as he continued jacking off right in front of me! Distracted by his lewd behavior, I had trouble concentrating on the conversation. Luckily, the hornier he got, the less coherent his speaking became, so it didn't really matter. Towards the end, there was no talking, just him wanking and me staring at him (it). When it was time, he pulled a single tissue out of the packet and quickly held it under his big, purple cock head. He moaned and climaxed right in front of me as I caught myself clenching my legs shut trying to ignore the wetness between them.

When he was done, he reached over and handed me the tissue, whispering, "If you'd like a taste later on tonight."

I accepted the tissue with a smile, but dropped it on the table almost immediately and replied, trying to keep some level of self-respect, "No thank you, I think I'll be just fine."

He finished his cup of tea soon afterwards, put his clothes on and left, wishing me a good night. After watching him disappear into the darkness, I cleared the table, carrying our two cups and the dirty tissue inside. Although I always clean up before going to bed, a part of me just couldn't throw the tissue in the trash.

So, I also left the cups out on the sink and said out loud, "I'll clean up tomorrow," as if I was trying to fool myself. I went to the bedroom and took off the shirt and my panties and went to bed stark naked; something I never do. I turned off the light and as soon as I had gotten on my back, I felt one hand touching my breasts, while the other ventured further down south. After playing with myself for about ten minutes and only adding oil to the fire, I got up and walked towards the kitchen, not bothering with any lights. With nipples so hard they could cut glass and my pussy so wet that my juices were literally running down my thighs, I headed straight for the sink, grabbed the tissue; the center of my lust; and dropped to my knees.

With nothing but some fade moon light illuminating the kitchen through the porch doors, I carefully folded the tissue open with both hands and brought it up to my mouth. As my tongue reached out to lick the tissue all over, trying to locate my prize, I shoved two fingers up my soaking wet twat. It took me several seconds to find it and although some of the cum had already dried up, there was still enough left to cover my tongue and overwhelm my taste buds, sending me in an orgasmic frenzy. I orgasmed spectacularly and screamed as loud as I could, actually stuffing the tissue in my mouth and chewing on it, lecherously. When my fingers were no longer able to keep my orgasm going, I spat out what remained of the tissue and quickly rinsed out my mouth under the kitchen tap, feeling more than just a little ashamed; and slutty; for what I had just done. After cleaning myself up a little bit, I put on my shirt again and went to bed. Truth be told, I had difficulty falling asleep afterwards; a combination of guilt and self-loathing kept me up for another half an hour.

The following morning however, I simply grinned at the memory of what I had done and told myself that I was a grown woman who could do whatever she wanted, who didn't have to answer to anyone anymore. Besides, it had been far too long since I had had a decent orgasm like that one Jack's tissue and cum; and my fingers; had given me. Not burdened with guilt anymore, I was able to get quite some work done around the house and keep myself busy until it was time for dinner. After eating my microwaved frozen dinner in front of the tv, I took off all my clothes except for my panties; not even bothering with the men's shirt anymore.

There was no longer any doubt as to what I should do, it was just part of my routine now. When the time came, I walked up to the porch doors and waited, for about fifteen minutes. Just like the day before, he waved, took off his clothes, kneeled butt naked in the sand and jacked out another load while ogling my body; covered in nothing but some insubstantial panties. Afterwards, he got up, grabbed his clothes and looked up at the house. As I held up two cups of tea, inviting him over, he smiled and came up. As I looked down at his flaccid cock, I felt both relief and disappointment at the same time, apparently not quite knowing where I wanted this to go. After sipping from his tea and sitting down stark naked in the chair, we started talking about our common interests again.

It was incredible how open and spontaneous we were; after all, between the two of us, there was only one item of clothing left: my panties. He shamelessly looked at my tits and my crotch, and I ogled his cock and balls. The whole experience was very liberating, and tantalizing.

Suddenly, as the conversation stalled a little bit, he asked, "So, did you get a chance to taste it?"

"I did," I replied instinctively, effectively admitting to eating his cum out of a tissue.

"Did you like it?" he asked, gently touching his dong.

"Yes I did," I admitted, feeling myself blush.

As his dong started growing under his subtle, but trained touch, he ogled my body up and down, his gaze lingering at my breasts as he gently stroked his cock back to a fully erect state, right in front of me and asked, "I'll have another tissue ready in a couple of minutes. Would you like this one too?"

"I guess I would," I replied, remarkably at ease with the whole situation.

He slid off the chair onto his knees and started wanking, half of the time with his eyes closed, the other half looking at my tits and crotch. After a few minutes, he moaned and ejaculated into his free hand, which he held as a cup under the fat tip of his cock. When he was done, he reached into the chest pocket of his shirt; lying on the floor next to his chair; and took out a tissue, using it to scoop up all of the cum from his hand and cock.

"There you go," he said as he got up and handed me the tissue.

"Thanks," I whispered as I accepted it. Realizing there was no point in waiting for him to leave; he already knew I had eaten his cum and would do so again; I folded the tissue open and pressed the gooey part of it against my tongue. Feeling surprisingly little shame or embarrassment; probably because I was horny as fuck; I slid my free hand into my panties and started playing with myself right in front of him, while tasting his sticky, fresh goo. After consuming every speck of cum; and part of the tissue as well; I threw what was left of it on the table and forced myself to stop as I knew I would have difficulty climaxing in my current position.

After gawking at me for a few more seconds, clearly aroused, Jack snapped out of it and said, "Well uh, same time tomorrow?"

I nodded and smiled as we both felt like we'd gotten everything out of tonight we were comfortable with; for now. I sat up straight and sipped from my tea as he picked up his clothes and walked towards the stairs. Instead of heading down, he turned and asked, "I was wondering; if perhaps, I mean if you're not busy, if you would like to accompany me to the opera, this Saturday?"

I smiled at the absurdity of the situation; he was nervously asking me out for a date, while he had just jacked off in front of me and had watched me eat his cum, while playing with myself.

"I would love to," I replied with a big smile.

"Wonderful," he smiled, "I'll pick you up, around seven?"

"Perfect. It's a date."

"Okay, see you tomorrow," he said as he turned and left.

Because of his invitation my lust had all but faded, so I put on a shirt and went to bed, wondering what my ex-husband would say if he knew I had a date on Saturday, with a man who had masturbated in front of me several times and who's cum I had eaten twice already. Although I had seen him completely naked, I realized that he still hadn't seen my pussy; I would have to remedy that inequality as soon as possible, I thought to myself. I fell asleep with a big smile on my face.

The following day, I felt quite randy and particularly slutty all day long, probably because I had an itch that needed some serious scratching. I did my best to keep busy, while I anxiously counted down the hours to dusk.

Naked, except for my white cotton panties, I awaited Jack's arrival. Not from behind the glass doors, but from right there on the porch this time. When he walked into view, I smiled as I noticed his hard cock sticking out of his fly. He waved as he approached the house and assumed his usual position in the sand, facing the house, and me. I leaned over the banister and watched him jerk that big cock for about a minute, when I suddenly recalled the last thought on mind the night before. I stood up straight and slowly started pushing my white panties down.

I had barely exposed my bush when he loudly screamed, "Oh fuck!" and started convulsing wildly.

Happy with the result I had gotten, I let go of my panties, leaving them exactly where they were; rolled up just underneath my bush; and waited for him to come up the stairs.

"Sorry I don't have a tissue for you this time," he joked, ogling my crotch as soon as it came into view.

"That's okay," I smiled as I noticed a residual bead of cum dangling from his cock; sticking out of his zipper. Without the slightest hesitation, I put down my cup of tea and said, "I'll get it straight from the source this time!"

Before his brain could process what I had said, I reached out, grabbed his flaccid dong with one hand, gently squeezing it, and used the index and middle finger of my other hand to scoop up the cum from his cock head. Then, I ostentatiously stuck out my tongue and wiped his cum on it, swallowing it and then sucking my fingers for a moment. My god, I was acting like such a slut!

He just stood there, gawking at me, even as I lowered my hands again and stepped back towards the table. As I sat down, amused by his bewildered facial expression, I realized the strange position of my panties again. But, since they weren't causing me any discomfort, I refused to pull them up or push them down. Truth be told, it felt kind of slutty leaving them like that. As soon as Jack snapped out of it, he; to my mild surprise; took off all of his clothes and sat down completely naked in his usual seat.

After we had both sipped from our tea, he said; apparently emboldened by what I had just done, "You know, I've probably got another load in my balls; if you'd like I could shoot it straight into your mouth."

"Thanks," I replied with a smile, "But I think I'll stick to tissues for now."

"As you wish," he replied, sipping from his tea again.

"So, what are we seeing on Saturday?" I asked, changing to a lighter subject. After briefly discussing our upcoming date, the conversation progressed further into opera and other fine arts. Aside from the constant leering at each other's exposed genitals, it was actually quite an intellectual conversation. When we ran out of tea, I went inside to make us a fresh pot; still leaving my panties where they were. As I sat down and poured Jack another cup, he suddenly reached over and gently took my right nipple between his thumb and index finger and playing with it. My nipple became instantly hard and started radiating lust to the rest of my body. By the time I had poured myself another cup as well, Jack was already gently tugging it, driving me crazy and actually making me wet.

Slowly his other hand moved towards my other tit and he started doing the same to that nipple, while continuing our conversation. Making sure I kept my tits and nipples within Jack's reach, I stuck my hand under the table as far as I could, feeling around for his no doubt swollen cock, but I couldn't locate it. As he realized what I was trying to do, he scooted forward on his chair, bringing his cock within my grasp. Although I could still only wrap my hand around half it, I figured it would get the job done just fine and so I started jacking him off with a solid, firm grip. We both started moaning during our ongoing conversation, but managed to keep it going nonetheless, although be it a little less focused than before. Realizing this wasn't the most ideal position for a handjob, Jack got up about a minute into my stroking and repositioned his chair right next to mine, sitting down and opening his legs wide, giving me unhindered access.

Now able to stroke the whole length of his fat shaft, I was able to jerk him off much more comfortably than before. He, was able to cup my breasts and jiggle them as hard and as nasty as he saw fit. Although my legs were open wide and my pussy was still exposed, he made no attempt to touch me down there. I don't know if I would have stopped him or not, but I guess he felt like the time wasn't right yet. He did stare at my bush a lot and I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand every time he did. When, after several minutes, he started visibly quivering on his chair, I knew he was going to cum. I quickly scooted to the edge of my seat, pulled my panties forward with my free hand; opening them up; and directed his purple cock straight at the center of them.

His mouth fell open when he realized what I was going to do. He looked down in disbelief as I whacked the cum out of his balls into my panties. The fact that I kept on talking during his ejaculation only seemed to increase his pleasure. Once his balls were empty, I let go of his cock, got up and pulled my panties back up into their proper place. Then, with my crotch mere inches away from his face, I started pressing and massaging my drenched panties into my bush and pussy.

"Oh my god," Jack whispered.

Completely free of any shame or hesitation, I closed my eyes and while the middle finger of my right hand started rubbing Jack's cum into my clit, my left hand started kneading my tits and playing with my nipples, making them hard as little rocks. I could actually feel his breath on me as he watched me squirm and writhe in sheer lust.

Realizing I wasn't going to climax like this; and I wasn't quite ready to let him finger, let alone fuck me; I continued my perverted show while I weighed my options. After about twenty seconds, I'd made my decision. I turned and strolled into the house as I glanced back at him over my shoulder, encouraging him to follow me. I walked into the living room, sat down on the couch and turned on the tv, to one of those fake fireplace programs. As Jack sauntered into the living room, I took off my drenched panties and started playing with myself tenderly; gently drawing circles on my moist clit, fondling my swollen nipples and caressing myself all over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes and surrendered to my lust, ignoring the fact that Jack was right there in the room with me; I had never masturbated so openly in front of someone, not even my husband.

I don't know how long I had been at it; possibly ten or fifteen minutes; when my body suddenly had had enough of the endless teasing and demanded some much needed relief. I gently stuck two fingers up my sodden twat and started fingering, filling the quiet room; except for my shallow breathing and the chirping noises of the fake fireplace; with lewd squishing noises. I was so primed for an orgasm that it didn't even take me a minute to reach my climax, and when I did, I made it last for minutes and minutes. I fingered myself deep and fast while continuing to stimulate my clit with my other hand, sending endless waves of pleasure rolling through my body. When plain fatigue eventually forced me to stop, I was sitting in a puddle of my own juices; some of it was dripping down the leather couch and was soaking the carpet right in front of it. I slumped, exhausted, against the back of the couch and moaned heavily as I enjoyed the lingering sensations of a superb orgasm.

Sensing that this was his queue, Jack whispered, "I think I'd better be going."

He was more than likely sporting another one of his massive boners, but I was too far gone to open my eyes, so I just whispered, "Ok, see you tomorrow."

"Pick you up at seven?" he asked.

"Perfect," I smiled, realizing that tomorrow was Saturday; date night!

It was the last thing on my mind when I fell asleep; on the couch; and the first thing when I opened my eyes the next morning. All morning, my sensitive genitals were a constant reminder of what I had done in front of; and because of; Jack. After a restful afternoon, I started preparing for our date around five and finished at about a quarter to seven. I was wearing a long, slimming black cocktail dress with black underwear and matching high heels. I paced up and down the living room; I couldn't believe how nervous I was!

Seven o'clock sharp, he rang the doorbell. He greeted me with a smile, gave me a peck on the cheek and offered me a bouquet of twelve red roses. A little overwhelmed, I invited him in and walked into the kitchen to put the flowers in some water.

"You really shouldn't have," I said, blushing and unable to hide a smile.

"My pleasure," he whispered as he patiently waited for me to finish tending to the flowers.

When I was done and reached for my purse, he said, "I've got something else for you."

To my amusement, he pulled a small, sealed, plastic bag out of his pants pocket, which contained a crumpled paper tissue; after opening the bag, he carefully pulled the tissue out using only two fingers and handed it to me.

"Prepared just for you, this afternoon," he smiled.

My pussy involuntarily contracted and my initial smile turned to instant lust as I accepted the tissue, looking into his eyes for a few moments. Then, while looking at the dirty hankie; quickly locating his goo; I opened it and brought it up to my lips, where I loudly slurped his warm and gooey sperm out of it. After swallowing ostentatiously, I folded the tissue back to its former size and handed it back to Jack, who was looking at me with a perplexed grin.

"You're amazing," he stated, as he put the tissue back in the plastic bag and threw it on the table.

"You're just saying that because I am a slut who eats your cum on a daily basis," I chuckled, picking up my purse and walking towards the hallway.

"Good point," he replied as he followed me to the front door.

He held the passenger's door open for me, like a true gentleman. After a fifteen minute drive, we arrived at the opera, where I was surprised to learn that he had gotten us a private balcony box right next to the stage; the best seats in the house, so to speak. The play consisted of three acts, each lasting about forty-five minutes with two intermissions, each lasting about twenty minutes. Halfway through the second act, I noticed Jack getting restless, constantly looking at his watch and fidgeting in his chair. Realizing that his daily routine was probably the cause of this mild anxiety, I ignored it, figuring he would keep himself in check until we got back to my place. However, about ten minutes later, I suddenly noticed him unzipping his pants and taking out his shlong.

As he started jacking it, I was torn between watching him or the stage, and ended up alternating between them. At the end of act two, I had expected Jack to storm off into the bathrooms to finish himself off, but instead he continued wanking during the whole of the intermission. We didn't speak; instead I just looked at him, pumping that big hard cock of his in his half-open fist.

Twenty minutes later, when the lights dimmed again and act three was about to start, Jack; still masturbating; looked at me and asked, bluntly, "Could you sit like a slut?"

I looked at him for a few seconds, before scooting towards the edge of my seat and reaching under my dress to take off my black panties. After throwing them onto the floor, I reclined in my chair and opened my legs wide, while pulling my dress up as high as it would go in my seated position, exposing my bare legs and my now unshielded pussy.

Then, I slowly slid my shoulder straps down my shoulders and pulled my dress down over my rack, revealing my black bra. Without unclasping it, I pulled my bra up, exposing my naked tits. Neither of us spoke for at least a minute as I sat there like a complete slut with both my bush and my tits out on display. He just continued jacking off as he gawked at; and drooled over; my essentially naked body.

Suddenly, he scooted to the edge of his seat and; using the cover of darkness; stood up, turned towards me and began spurting his thick, white cum onto my black cocktail dress, my naked tits and my bare legs. Because it was so dark, I couldn't actually see his cum, but I could feel big globs of his cock juice splattering against the thin fabric of my cocktail dress as well as my skin.

I didn't say anything, nor made any effort to move out of the way; I just sat there, looking at the stage, passed him, as he emptied his balls on me. When he was done, he sat back down and seemed to be catching his breath for a minute or two. I took my cell phone out of my purse and used the light from its large display to illuminate sections of my body, and my clothes. It was incredible, no matter where l pointed my phone, there were ropes and beads of cum everywhere!

"I can't go home like this," I whispered, staring down at myself. We both knew what I was going to do, so there was no point in dragging it out. Guided by the light of my phone in my right hand, I used my left index finger to scoop Jack's cum off my dress, bra, tits, legs, thighs and arms, bringing each serving of spunk to my mouth and swallowing it. It took several minutes of gobbling up his cum to make myself look presentable again.

Well, except for the fact that I was still sitting like a cheap slut, off course, with my tits and bush out in the open. And they remained that way for the next thirty minutes, while Jack and I enjoyed the rest of the play. Only in the final seconds of the third act, did I rearrange my bra and dress; just in time, so I could join the rest of the audience in applauding. As the clapping died down and the lights came on again, I picked up my panties and stuffed them in my purse. Luckily, my cocktail dress was no worse for wear; whatever cum I hadn't consumed,

apparently hadn't left any stains; so I was able to walk out of the opera house without causing a scene. We discussed the play in great detail during our walk back to the car and our drive home.

Breaking the silence, I asked; “Do you like it when I play the slutty woman, Jack?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah! My Darla played a great slut fantasy.”

After walking me to my front door, Jack gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered, "See you tomorrow."

"I'll be waiting," I whispered as I watched him walk back to his car and drive off.

Perhaps, one day, if I get an itch deep in my cunt, I’ll ask Jack to thoroughly scratch the hell out of it. Or perhaps he’ll eventually get over the loss of his departed bride, and ask me to give his cock a warm, wet hug, in one of my orifices. But what we now have, is absolutely delightful, and even addicting.

Based on a post by sex4every1 for Literotica.

Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"Jessica told me she wanted me to breed her again. I know I can't, not yet, but after she said that, I found the idea was rather exciting. Is it wrong that she felt that way or that I thought I'd like to breed her again?"

Regina shook her head.

"No, it's not wrong. What you were both feeling was the release of endorphins into your brains during the orgasm and it's a little like the addiction to some drugs. You feel the endorphins and want to have the feeling again."

Danny pursed his lips.

"Why haven't I felt like this before? The breeder and I always have an orgasm."

Regina smiled.

"We really don't know, Danny. That's part of what this experiment is all about - to find out. What we know is impregnation is much more successful if the breeder feels something for the sire and the sire's sperm count is higher if he feels something for the breeder."

Danny thought for a while about that. He did like Jessica, but he'd liked Barbara too. The feeling had been there with Barbara, a little, but not as strongly as with Jessica. Maybe that was because Barbara hadn't said anything like Jessica had. Maybe that was the reason.

He looked at Regina then.

"Do you feel that when you're bred - like you want to be bred again by the same sire?"

Regina looked at the floor when she answered.

"I've never been bred, Danny, because I was designated as a critical employee. If I took time off for pregnancy and to raise a child it would cause serious damage to the program."

She looked up at Danny then.

"Maybe once we get this all figured out, I can be bred. I would like to have children someday."

Over the course of the next eighteen weeks, Danny selected and bred eighteen more breeders and completed what he jokingly referred to in his weekly after breeding reports as his harem. In those after breeding reports, he tried to explain what had attracted him to each breeder. Often, he really didn't know exactly what that was so his answers were a little confusing.

The breeders were also interviewed and asked if they were attracted to Danny, if they would like him to breed them again, and were asked to rate their attraction to Danny from a list of characteristics on a scale of one to ten.

Over the months, she began to see a pattern in Danny's selections and the breeder's responses. That was important because once the twenty breeders were selected, bred, and in residence, Danny would have the freedom to choose a breeder once a week even though all were in some stage of pregnancy. Only in the last month of gestation was a breeder not able to engage in sex.

In her last report to the W R E, Regina had put the remaining reservations to rest. Danny's impregnation rate had been ninety-five percent, much better than even the best of the other sires. The data indicated that even though genetically matching sires and breeders was very successful, the last key to the puzzle was in the mental processes of both sires and breeders.

When Danny had bred the twentieth breeder and she had conceived, Regina sat down with him and explained the data she had collected and what that meant to the experiment.

"Danny, the data I've gathered is interesting to say the least. Even though your ratings of the breeders you selected are fairly consistent -- large breasts, wide hips, and an attitude of eagerness to be bred, your sperm count shows me something different.

"Your sperm count tends to indicate you prefer brunettes who have not shaved their pubic hair. Another interesting thing is that while breast and hip size do show some correlation, in general, your sperm count is lower if the woman has any hair color other than brunette. It seems as if you prefer her pubic hair to be the same color as well.

"The other thing that is rather unusual is your sperm count is higher if the breeder's after breeding report indicates she was nervous about the breeding. Your sperm count is even higher than if she was very confident. I'm still trying to figure that one out. Any thoughts about why that would be?"

Danny thought back over his times with the twenty breeders. Yes, some seemed to be nervous so he had taken special care to make sure they were completely aroused before he bred them. The others, the ones who seemed to be more than ready, he had just bred them like he had over a hundred others. What could make him treat a nervous breeder differently?

"I'm not sure. It just seemed like to ones who were nervous needed more stimulation, so I tried to give them that."

Regina had watched the videos of each breeding and though she had seen some differences in what Danny did with those breeders and how they reacted, she couldn't see enough detail to really understand what he was doing.

"Danny, what did you do differently with the nervous breeders?"

Danny had to think about that for a few moments, because he didn't really remember doing anything consciously. He just did what seemed to arouse the breeder and it was more or less instinctive.

"I'm not sure except when something I did seemed to arouse them, I did it some more."

Regina smiled.

"Can you give me some examples...like what did you do with Heather, the little brunette with large breasts? She started out being nervous, but her orgasm left her shaking and breathless."

Danny remembered Heather. He'd found her especially attractive and planned on breeding her several more times.

"Heather didn't put much on her application form about what excited her, so I had to figure it out as I went. Like you said, she had large breasts and she seemed to really like having them gently stroked. Once I figured that out, that's what I started doing. She also had large nipples, and as I stroked her breasts they got even larger. From what I've seen, most breeders like having their nipples lightly pinched and sucked. When I did that to Heather's nipples and then checked to see if she was becoming aroused, I found out she was very slippery inside, more so than most other breeders I've bred, so I kept doing it while stimulating her with a finger until she spread her legs and pulled me between them. It was pretty exciting for me too, to find out that a simple thing like sucking her nipples could excite her so quickly. I've bred a lot of breeders, but not as many as you've studied. Is that a normal reaction?"

Regina said she'd seen similar reactions in the population of breeders she'd studied. She didn't tell him that just listening to the description of his actions with Heather had caused her own nipples to swell and that she felt as if she was becoming wet. That would have been embarrassing besides being unprofessional. She wasn't supposed to be excited by what she witnessed during the breedings or by what the sire and breeder said in their after-breeding interviews.

"Yes, Danny, I've seen that before in some women. Other's not so much."

Danny had been watching Regina while he related what he'd done with Heather, and what he saw made him smile. Regina was breathing a little faster and she'd closed her thighs tight and then moved them up and down a little when she changed position. That was the same way Heather had reacted.

That reaction caused Danny to look at Regina in a different light as well. Before, she'd been just another researcher who happened to be female, and she was always calm and analytical in her questions and responses. Now, knowing she had dreams of someday being bred and seeing that he'd excited her a little, she became a woman, a woman with large breasts and brown hair and the small but full figured body that attracted him to some of the breeders more than to others.

He thought maybe part of the reason for the change was they were no longer in the sterile environment of the breeding center. They now lived together in a house in the countryside and he'd become more aware of her appearance since she'd dispensed with the white lab coats she always wore at the breeding center. That let Danny see how her large breasts moved when she did, and how her wide hips swayed when she walked. He'd been more than a little aroused by Regina in street clothes, and now...

"Regina, a man stroking your breasts and sucking your nipples does the same thing to you, doesn't it?"

The thought of Danny doing that to her flashed through Regina's mind and she felt her nipples stiffen a little more and the feeling of dampness between her thighs increased. No man had ever touched her that way, but it was what she did to herself when she was alone in her bed at night. She would watch one of the videos of one of Danny's breeding sessions and fantasize about how it must feel to the breeder. At the end, when Regina stifled the cry as her hips raised off the bed because of the orgasm, she was thinking about how it must feel to the breeder to have Danny groan and pump his sperm inside her.

Regina frowned at that thought. It wasn't right. She was supposed to be an unbiased observer of the breedings and then analyze them so future breedings would be more successful. She couldn't let Danny know she even thought about sex, let alone that his description was affecting her. That might bias his actions and the study data would be contaminated.

"Danny, I've never been touched that way, so I don't know. Now, what else did you do with Heather that was different?"

Danny wasn't dumb and he was very observant. Those qualities are what made him a very valuable sire. He could watch a breeder's reactions to what he did and modify his behavior accordingly. He didn't miss the fact that in spite of the bra Regina wore, her nipples had stiffened enough he could see the bumps they made in her light blouse. He decided to see if he could cause any other responses in Regina, partly because it would be teasing her a little, but also because he was thinking he'd like to breed her. He didn't really know why, but the feeling was there and it was a stronger feeling than he'd had with any of the breeders he'd bred.

"Well, once I slipped a finger inside her, I knew she was probably ready, but she was still a little stiff. I remembered what you said about breeding success being better if the breeder was very aroused, so I kept stroking her inner lips and clitoris until she rolled her head to the side and started to take panting breaths. That's when I entered her. It didn't take her long to have an orgasm after that, and that was fortunate. The way she was responding was extremely erotic and I was having difficulty not having my own orgasm before she did."

Regina squirmed in her chair because there was no doubt in her mind her panties were wet. She felt the wet warmth on the lips between her thighs. What Danny had just described was the same thing she did almost every night in her bed. She'd stroke her inner lips until they were wet with her juices and then move her finger up to the little button at the top of her lips.

The first touch of that little stiff nub would make her gasp. Gentle rubbing would make her pant. All it took then was moving that finger quickly in and out. Regina would feel the tension building inside her, building to a level that tightened the muscles in her belly, hips, and legs and was almost unbearable. Then, suddenly, that tension would explode in a release that left her gasping for breath and quivering. She could only imagine how Heather had felt at that moment.

Regina was uncomfortable about how she was reacting to what Danny told her, but she was also a little dumbfounded. They'd had this conversation many, many times and it had never affected her before. She'd always just assumed her clinical mindset and faithfully recorded what Danny said he had done. What could be the reason she couldn't do that now? The education and experience she'd gained in psychology should have been able to explain her reaction, and yet, she couldn't find any logical reason for it.

She was the same, wasn't she? Danny was the same, wasn't he? Then what was different? Regina's mind was racing for an explanation when Danny smiled. He was going to push Regina just a little to see what she did.

"I could show you if you want. You would be getting first-hand experience into what a breeder feels. That might help your study more than just talking."

Regina felt her face and chest grow warm. What Danny had just proposed was against all her training and education. A scientist was never, never, ever supposed to become personally involved in an experiment. Doing so would cause questions about ethics and validity of the data. She could not allow that to happen after so much time and money had been spent.

The warmth that was spreading down to her breasts wasn't caused by Danny's challenge to her ethics though. It was caused by her desire to let him do what he said -- excite her until she wanted him and then breed her.

It was the same thought that filled her mind when she aroused herself at night, though up until that day, the sire was just a faceless body. Now, that body had Danny's face, his broad shoulders, and his tall build. For an instant, the vision filled her mind of Danny between her open thighs, his cock buried deep inside her as the waves of her orgasm swept her away into the exquisite abyss of release.

Regina felt her stomach contract and then more wet warmth between her thighs. She took a deep breath that didn't do anything to still what was happening to her.

"Danny, I -- I think I have enough information about your experience with Heather for now. Have you given any thought to which breeder you'd like to choose to breed a second time?"

Danny smiled to himself because it was obvious he'd aroused Regina. Her face was flushed and she was breathing much faster than before he'd explained what he'd done with Heather. That in itself had started him on the road to arousal, but there was something else, something he couldn't put his finger on, but it was there. He wanted Regina, wanted to hear her gasps and moans as he aroused her. He wanted to feel the spasms that tightened her passage around his stiff, stroking cock and caused him to let go and fill her with his sperm. He wanted to feel her hands on his back as she tried to pull his cock deeper inside her as they made love.

That was it, he suddenly realized. He didn't want to breed Regina. He wanted to make love with her. That was a new feeling for him. He'd always taken great care to make sure the breeder reached orgasm, but other than a very few, it had just been his job. He couldn't think of Regina as just another breeder. She was different.

Danny smiled again.

"You're not going to like my answer."

"Danny, you know there are no wrong answers to any of my questions. What you say is just how you honestly feel. Now, which breeder would you like to breed again?"

Danny leaned forward and put his hand on Regina's knee.

"You", was all he said, and he smiled again when he felt the little tremble of Regina's leg.

Regina's mind swirled again with that same vision of her and Danny together, naked and striving for the goal of release. She caught her breath when Danny squeezed her knee gently, then stammered, "Umm, me? I'm not a breeder."

"I know and that's why".

"But I can't."

Danny slowly moved his hand a little higher up Regina's leg.

"Why? From what I'm seeing, you wouldn't be completely against the idea. You're breathing faster and your face is flushed. That's the same way the breeders react when I touch them, though it usually takes more touching in more places."

Regina knew she couldn't hide what her body was doing from Danny, but she had thought maybe he wouldn't notice. Now that he had and was absolutely correct in his assessment of her, what could she say?

"Even if I wanted to -- and I'm not saying I would - that would invalidate all my work because I'd be biased."

Danny smiled and moved his hand up a little more.

"Wouldn't it just make it easier for you to understand how a breeder feels when I breed her? I'd think that was valuable information you could never get from an interview."

Regina abruptly brushed Danny's hand off her leg and then stood up.

"I think we'd better end the interview right now."

Without waiting for Danny to respond, she walked out of the interview room and left Danny sitting there.

When she got back to her room, Regina dropped her clipboard on her desk and then sat down on the bed. What was wrong with her? What Danny had said was true. She did want him to breed her, wanted it more than she could remember ever wanting anything else. The thought had stirred something deep in her mind, something she'd never felt before.

It's just hormones, she thought, and I know how to fix that for at least a while. She stood up, took off her clothes and lay back down on the bed.

The first touch between her thighs told her she hadn't been imagining the wetness there, and she knew the reason. Her body was preparing itself to be penetrated by a man's rigid cock. She tried slipping a finger into her entrance and found it was even wetter there. The second finger she slipped in made Regina catch her breath.

With her other hand, Regina closed two fingers around her right nipple and pinched gently. The effect was immediate. She stifled the moan that threatened to slip from her throat as her belly tightened. Another pinch tightened her belly again and she felt the tension begin building in her core.

Regina's two fingers moved slowly in and out a few times, then moved up to the little smooth button at the top of her lips. Just a few strokes was all it took. Regina gasped as the first wave of spasms wracked her body, then arched up off the bed as the wave swept over her. She couldn't control what her body was doing. It just did what it felt like, and the only thing she saw in her mind was Danny's face above hers, a face wearing a mask of intense pleasure as he pumped his stiff cock in and out and spurted his sperm inside her.

Regina lay there panting until the contractions in her core mostly stopped. It was relief from the tension, but as another twinge of tightness swept over her, she realized the orgasm had done nothing to take away the vision that still filled her mind. The only thing that would do that was the vision becoming reality and that scared her.

She'd never before experienced such a longing, no, such a need, and she didn't know what to do about it. If she did as her scientist's mind was telling her, she'd put that need out of her mind and go on as she always had. The problem was the other part of her mind, the part that was screaming at her to go to Danny's room and make that vision a reality was quickly drowning out her logical self.

Her logical mind struggled to be heard through the din.

What if I got pregnant? That would be the end of my career. No, that can't happen. The W R E knew some psychologists might be tempted so all female psychologists had been temporarily sterilized by an implant. Regina felt for the implant and found the small bump on her shoulder where it had been inserted. No, she couldn't get pregnant.

What if somebody found out? That would also end my career. Then she shook her head. Like Danny had said, that wasn't likely to happen. It wasn't unusual for her to spend hours interviewing a sire or a breeder. If she and Danny were together long enough for him to breed her, everybody would just think it was part of the interview process. It was a cardinal rule that once an interview started, no one was permitted to interrupt it unless there was some life threatening emergency that required evacuation of the residence. They wouldn't be disturbed no matter how long it took.

In trying to give herself a reason why she shouldn't, all Regina had done was convince herself she could do this without any repercussions. Her logical mind then softly told her that Danny was right. She could never truly understand how a breeder felt unless she herself had had the experience.

That night, during dinner, Regina noticed Danny looking at her and smiling. She forced herself to look away, but secretly enjoyed the fact that he didn't seem to have lost interest in her. That was a new feeling too. She'd experienced many male scientists praising her work, but never had even one said anything about wanting to get to know her better much less have sex with her. She'd always been proud that her achievements had been recognized by her peers. Now, she was proud that Danny was recognizing her as a woman.

When dinner was over, Danny walked up to her and smiled.

"Regina, what happened today...if I offended you in any way, I apologize. All I was doing is what I always do. I was telling you my true feelings. I know nothing can come of it, but that's how I really feel."

Regina felt her emotions raging inside her, but she'd made up her mind.

"Danny, I still have a few questions I need to ask you. Could we continue the interview now?"

Danny started down the hall the interview rooms, but Regina caught his arm. She couldn't look at him when she spoke for fear she'd change her mind.

"Danny, I was thinking about someplace else, some place a little more private."

Danny felt a little tingle race up his spine. Could this be what it seemed?

"Where would you suggest?"

Regina's voice was so soft he barely heard her.

"I was thinking maybe my room if that's OK with you."

Once they were inside Regina's room, she locked the door and then turned to Danny.

"Danny, I've thought a lot about this afternoon. I'd never thought about it before, but what you said about experience is true. If you still want to...to give me that experience..."

Danny took Regina's hand in his.

"Regina, are you sure about this? If you aren't, I'll just leave."

Regina shook her head.

"No, I'm not sure, but I don't know any other way to...since this afternoon, I've been going crazy imagining how it would be and telling myself it shouldn't be but I want it to be. I can't keep going on like this. I have to know."

Danny didn't say anything. He just moved closer, took Regina in his arms and pulled her close. As his hands stroked over her back, Regina felt her skin begin to tingle. She'd never felt her breasts pressed against a man's chest before, and the feeling started a tiny little tremor in her core. When Danny's hands cupped her hips and squeezed gently, that little tremor got a little stronger, strong enough she gently backed away and smiled sheepishly.

"This is where I take off my clothes, right?"

Danny shook his head.

"No, Regina. You're not a breeder. I want to take this slow in case you change your mind. I'll undress you a little at a time. If you do change your mind, just tell me and I'll stop, no questions asked."

Danny kissed Regina then. Kissing wasn't something he usually did with a breeder. Though he'd been taught how to kiss a woman to excite her, usually it happened only when a breeder kissed him first, and he seldom felt anything. When he pulled Regina tight against him again, she closed her eyes and her mouth opened a little. Danny didn't really understand why, but it seemed like he should kiss her, so he did.

When their lips touched, Danny felt something he'd never felt before. A strange sensation raced from his lips down to his cock and caused it to begin to swell. When Regina tentatively touched his lips with her tongue, Danny knew he should do the same because he'd been taught to do that. When their tongues touched, Regina moaned, and Danny surprised himself by moaning too.

Regina had felt the kiss tighten her core. It was the same as when she excited herself, but different. It was different because it was caused by Danny. She hadn't expected it, and that made the feeling stronger, so strong she wanted to keep feeling it.

Regina pulled gently away then and whispered, "Danny, I don't want you to stop. I want to know what it feels like to be bred and I want to feel that now."

Danny continued to undress Regina slowly, taking great care to stroke her skin as soon as he'd removed the clothing covering it. He hadn't been taught to do that and yet it seemed like something he should do. That was also a new experience for him. Always with a breeder, he'd stroked her skin in the places he'd been taught, but with Regina, it was so much different.

A breeder would have been slow to respond to his touch at first. That was because most breeders were a little unsure, or at least that's what he'd learned in training. Regina seemed to instantly respond to every touch. When he stroked her bare back, she shivered, but pressed her bra-clad breasts into his chest again. When he removed her bra and then cupped her breasts, she kissed him again and then moaned into his mouth when his fingertips touched her nipples.

Danny was a little surprised when after he'd removed Regina's bra, she began unbuttoning his shirt. After undoing the last button, she put her arms around his neck and pressed her bare breasts against his bare chest. That had never happened to him before either. A breeder might pull him down on top of her after her orgasm, but usually they didn't do anything like that during the breeding.

Regina was attempting to maintain her objectivity in order to mentally record all the sensations she was feeling, but as Danny eased her pants down over her hips, then cupped her cheeks and squeezed, her thoughts slipped from remembering to just experiencing. She stepped out of her pants when he pulled them down her legs, then gasped when he slid his hands up her inner thighs.

She'd have been embarrassed to be nude in front of any other man, but when Danny began pulling her panties down, she wasn't embarrassed. She knew what Danny was going to do next because she'd watched the videos of his breedings countless times. She wasn't nervous or afraid. If anything, she wanted him to do it faster.

After Danny gently lifted her legs one at a time so he could slip the panties off her feet, he quickly removed his own clothes and then took Regina in his arms again. As with a lot of things that had just happened, he hadn't been taught to do that. It just seemed like something he should do, and once he'd felt her naked body against his, all he knew was he wanted Regina, wanted her like he'd never wanted a breeder.

He didn't understand the feeling, but it was there, the feeling that he wanted to feel his cock sliding inside her, stroking until she had an orgasm, and then letting himself go. He gently laid her down on the bed, then sat down on the edge.

When Danny slipped his index finger inside Regina to see if she was becoming aroused, that was different too. With all but a few breeders, he'd had to use a lot of stimulation before they were slippery enough his cock wouldn't hurt them when he slipped it in. Regina was already slippery with the fluid that would ease his first thrust.

Danny explored her entrance with that finger and found it was snug. Could it be that Regina had never been penetrated before? Regina answered that question by catching her breath and wincing when he tried to insert a second finger. Danny withdrew the second finger and began gently massaging the little button at the top of Regina's lips.

As he massaged with his right hand, Danny stroked Regina's breasts and nipples with his left, and when her nipples tightened, he leaned down and took the right one between his lips. Regina's hips rocked when he sucked gently, and Danny felt her hand on his head, holding him there. He sucked a little harder, and Regina moaned a little moan. Danny felt the finger inside her get a little more slippery. She was reacting faster than any breeder he'd ever bred.

Regina's mind was a blur of sensations that stopped her attempts to think. Every time Danny sucked her nipple, she felt her core tighten, and the tightening didn't completely go away when he stopped. It was like it tensed, relaxed a little and then tensed even more when he sucked her nipple again. The finger between her lips was causing even more sensations. She felt another tension building, a different tension that made her open her thighs wide and pull on Danny's shoulder. It wasn't conscious thought that made her do that. It was just something her body made her do.

When Regina began rocking her hips into his finger, Danny knew she was ready for him. He also knew he'd hurt Regina if he just did what he felt like doing and thrust his cock inside her in one quick stroke. When he felt her pulling on his shoulder, Danny knelt between her spread thighs and slipped his cock head between her swollen, slippery lips. He found her entrance and pushed in gently.

Regina gasped at the feeling, but didn't push him away. She only raised her knees and opened her thighs a little wider. Danny kept massaging the stiff, swollen little nub of flesh at the top of her lips as he began slowly pressing in and then withdrawing. After only three of these gentle strokes, Regina began lifting her hips to meet his cockhead. Danny knew she was close to having an orgasm, and had to will himself to not just ram his cock inside her. He was too close himself.

Suddenly, Regina gasped and held her breath while she lifted her hips higher. Danny felt his cockhead pressing against something soft that yielded a little. He pulled back when Regina breathed again and let her hips fall back to the mattress. She did it again when he pressed his cock in a little more firmly, then her thighs began to shake against his sides.

Danny withdrew, then pushed in again while his fingertip rapidly stroked the throbbing center of Regina's sex. She cried out, dug her nails into his back and heaved her body into the stroke. As Regina's body shook and she cried out again, Danny pushed his cock through the barrier and deep inside Regina, then gasped as his own orgasm wracked his body. He made four quick but deep strokes before he stopped. Regina continued to pant and shake for a while, and Danny held his weight on his arms and enjoyed the feeling of the contractions that seemed to milk at his cock.

Regina then let her body ease back down to the mattress, put her arms around Danny and kissed him. This time, Danny felt a different feeling. It wasn't a feeling that stiffened his cock. That wouldn't happen again for at least half an hour. It was a feeling of...he couldn't describe it, but it was there. It was kind of like the feeling he'd had with one or two breeders, but it was more intense. It was a feeling of wanting to breed Regina again, and a feeling of wanting to stay with her.

As the waves of her orgasm ebbed, Regina could think again, and she was having two thoughts. One was that she liked feeling Danny's cock inside her. It was a feeling of being content, warm, and secure. The other was that as good as it felt, it was also uncomfortable. She knew this was because Danny had taken her virginity. For a while the feeling of contentment overrode the feeling of discomfort, but when Danny's cock softened and slipped out of her, Regina winced.

Danny whispered, "Did I hurt you?"

Regina stroked his back.

"Just a little, but it wasn't bad. Everything else was more than I ever expected. I didn't realize it would be like this."

Danny kissed Regina on the forehead, something else he'd never done to a breeder, and then whispered back.

"I didn't expect it to be like this either."

Danny didn't spend the night with Regina. She said someone would notice and suspect what had happened. He dressed and went back to his room, then lay on his bed and wondered at what had just happened.

It had been so different than when he bred a breeder, but it shouldn't have been. All he'd done was show Regina how a breeder felt when he bred her. Then, he realized the difference wasn't Regina. The difference was him. He'd never felt with a breeder like he'd felt with Regina. It was like they'd been one for a while, one body straining to achieve the orgasm that both wanted and needed instead of him giving the breeder an orgasm and then enjoying his own. He fell asleep still wondering if that was right or wrong.

Regina took a shower that night, and as she washed between her thighs, she remembered how she'd felt. She didn't remember any breeder telling her she'd felt anything but a nice orgasm and relief that it was done and she was probably pregnant. That wasn't what Regina had felt, not at all. What she'd felt was a need to have Danny inside her, a need to feel his body moving against hers, and a feeling of not wanting him to stop. Was this normal, or was she letting the sensations of her first actual sex make her think that way? She fell asleep trying to analyze those feelings and put them into the context of what she'd learned in college and through experience.

The next morning at breakfast, Regina couldn't talk to Danny or even look at him. She was afraid she'd blurt out how she felt about what they'd done or somehow give away their secret with her expressions. Danny was the same. He was still confused. He needed to talk with Regina, but the breakfast table with the other breeders wasn't the time or the place.

That time was that afternoon. Danny had no breeders scheduled so neither he nor Regina had any interviews. He walked down to Regina's room and knocked on the door.

When she opened the door, Danny said, "We need to talk". Regina didn't say anything. She just opened the door and motioned him in. When Danny said "About, last night...", Regina cut him off.

"I think I know what you're going to say Danny. You're going to say you don't understand what happened. I don't understand it either. It was supposed to be just an experiment so I'd understand what the breeders feel, but it didn't turn out that way. I've watched hundreds of videos of breedings, and the breeders never displayed what I felt. Is that about it, the way I acted?"

Danny shook his head.

"No, that's only half of it. I've never felt the same way with a breeder either. It was like...I don't know what it was like, but it was an entirely different feeling. It didn't feel like I was breeding you. It felt like we were the same, like we were one person for a while. I don't know what to think about that. I mean, you said I was free to choose any breeder now, but...well...you're not a breeder, but when I thought about that last night, I realized the only one I want to choose is you."

Regina smiled, though she wasn't smiling inside. She was trying to think of a reason for the way they both felt that wouldn't cause Danny to hope for something that could never be.

"Danny, what I think is we've worked so closely together over the past weeks that we've become very comfortable with each other. Once you breed another breeder, you'll feel differently about me."

Danny shook his head again.

"I don't think I will. I don't think it will ever be the same with a breeder again. You said my sperm count is higher if I like the breeder. It probably won't be in the future because I'll keep remembering how it was with you."

Regina put her hand on Danny's shoulder.

"Danny, you can't think that way. There's too much at stake."

Danny put his arms around Regina's waist.

"Are you saying you don't want to do it again?"

Regina felt a tear trickle down her cheek and hastily wiped it away.

"No, Danny, I'm not saying that because I do. What I'm saying is I can't, not if I'm going to keep the study going, and I have to do that. I have to finish the study so I can learn how to improve the breeding program."

Danny let his hands slip under the waistband of Regina's pants and down to her hips. He then cupped and squeezed them gently and grinned when Regina shivered.

"I think you've learned a lot about how to improve the breeding program from just doing it once. How many breeders have you interviewed who said they want to keep being bred by the same sire?"

Regina thought for a second, then answered.

"Not many...maybe a percent or so."

Danny gently separated Regina's cheeks and stroked between them with a fingertip.

"But you think you'd like me to breed you again, right?"

Regina felt her nipples begin to swell at the thought of having Danny inside her again.

"I suppose I would. How does that help anything?"

Danny moved one hand up Regina's side until he touched her breast.

"Well, since the more times a breeder is bred, the more likely it is she'll get pregnant, doesn't it make sense to pair a breeder with a sire she wants to breed with as much as she wants instead of a sire she can breed with only once?"

Regina's tummy tightened when she felt Danny's thumb on her nipple.

"Yes, but how would that be possible? There are a lot more breeders than sires. We could never match up a different sire for each breeder."

Danny chuckled as he stroked his thumb over the stiff bump of Regina's nipple.

"You're the scientist. Can't you figure out how to do that?"

Regina pulled Danny's hand away from her breast.

"Please stop that."

Danny grinned.

"Don't you like it? If feels like you do."

"I can't think when you do that. We can't just let any man breed any woman. There are things like genetic propensity for birth defects and low intelligence and anti-social behavior that have to be considered."

Danny slipped his hand down and squeezed Regina's cheek again.

"Well, I thought about that last night. Right now, there are about six hundred thousand breeders across the globe and about forty thousand sires, right?"

Regina nodded as Danny again slipped his hand up her side and smiled when he found her nipple was still stiff.

"So, what you get is about six hundred thousand babies in a year?"

Regina shivered when Danny stroked her stiff nipple.

"Yes, but more like six twenty. Sometimes a breeder has twins."

Danny lightly pinched Regina's nipple through her bra, then smiled.

"So, what would happen if you had four million breeders and four million sires breeding every other day until the breeder was pregnant?"

Regina started to pull Danny's hand away, but then felt her core tighten enough she caught her breath.

"We'd have over four million babies in about a year. But Danny, some of those babies wouldn't be healthy and some wouldn't be a smart and --"

"Which would be better for the world population -- six hundred and twenty thousand perfect babies a year or four million with a few that aren't quite perfect?"

Regina shook her head, partly to shake off the feeling of Danny stroking her nipple and partly to have a second or two to think.

"If we did that, most of the sires wouldn't know how to make the breeder have an orgasm, and all our studies say that would lower the impregnation rate."

Danny picked Regina up and carried her to the bed, then laid her down and unbuttoned her blouse.

"They would if you taught them like I was taught."

Danny had never disclosed the details his grandmother used to tell him, when he was a little boy. The chivalrous tales of men who devoted their very lives to a woman they were.. The term was “In love”.  He knew there was a concept referred to as ‘loving’; but the term, ‘in love’ was completely alien to his current-day culture.
Mankind had so deeply obsessed itself with birth control, and fighting over-population of the earth. They had become a cult of intellect which was devoid of wisdom. They’d become a cold world.

The urgent reforms would never be adopted if the academics were made to feel threatened or discredited. The strategy required manipulating the group-think, so that the universities could claim to have discovered the concepts for the rest of the world to follow.

Regina's proposal wasn't accepted at first. It took several sessions with the W R E before they granted approval for a pilot program consisting of ten thousand sires and ten thousand breeders. A year after the program started, the impregnation rate was ninety-nine percent and the W R E increased the program from a pilot to an alternative program. A year after that, the alternative of half a million sires and half a million breeders became the standard because it was producing babies fast enough the population was beginning to increase.

The new generation of humans were allowed to live outside of the juvenile centers. If the parents agreed, the children were kept with them, in what was referred to a familation unit.

Ten years into the reforms, there were familation units with as many as 9 young offspring. The offspring were educated by the parents and socialized with other familation units.

After 20 years, the Academies declared an end of the emergency and proudly congratulated themselves for saving humanity. The new generation came of age and some cultural conflicts emerged. The youth developed their odd musical expressions, clothing and hair fashions, and even started some communes. This new generation had no interest in the symphony music which was prevalent. Instead they used crude wooden contraptions with tight strings, to accommodate their simplistic music. It was referred to as ‘folk’ music, and obsessed itself in themes about love and other such frivolous emotions that intellectuals dismissed as unproductive.

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Kristin lay naked on the bed with her legs spread a little and watched as S405698 removed his clothing. Before, she'd been nervous, but eager. Now, as he removed his underwear and his erect cock bobbed free, she was nervous and a little afraid. It was her first time in six months, the celibacy period mandated by her contract, and she was a little fearful of how it would feel. He looked large - not particularly long, but really thick. Matt, her former partner, hadn't been so thick and it always felt like he stretched her a lot.

He smiled as he approached.

"This your first time here?"

Kristin nodded her confirmation.

He smiled again and stroked her right breast.

"Just relax, and I'll make this great for both of us. Do you have a favorite position?"

Kristin's voice was almost a whisper.

"I thought it made a difference and we'd have to do it with you on top."

He chuckled.

"That's just an old wives tale. All the data says it really doesn't matter as long as you have an orgasm. Usually it doesn't matter even if you don't providing the time is right, but I'll make sure you do. Now, what do you like? I read your application, but some women have special things they like and are too embarrassed to write them down. It's just you and me here, and it will be better for us both if I know."

Kristin thought for a moment. Should she tell him, could she tell him, that having her nipples pinched tight and then pulled would send her into a blinding orgasm? Would he think she was weird if she told him that?

He smiled when she didn't answer.

"You won't shock me, I promise. I've heard everything from 'spank me really hard' to 'pull my hair' to 'tell me I'm just a brood cow and you're going to breed me like a bull'. There have been other things too, but those are probably the most common."

Kristin smiled coyly.

"Well...I like it best when I'm on my hands and knees...and I like my nipples pinched hard and then pulled."

He smiled again.

"That's one of my favorites too. Before we do that, let's get you ready."

Kristin was quiet when he began stroking her breasts, but caught her breath when he lightly brushed her nipples with his fingertips. When he nuzzled her breast and then closed his lips around her right nipple, she closed her eyes so she could feel every little tingle. After he stroked down her side and then slipped a fingertip between her puffy lips, she wasn't afraid anymore. She just felt the craving building, the craving to be penetrated by his thick cock, and then taken to the point her body would convulse as the orgasm sent her into a blinding fog of sensations.

That was when he'd pump his seed into her, the thick, white, sticky ropes carrying his sperm that would find their way to her womb and impregnate her. She wouldn't feel the spurts, she knew that, but she'd feel his thick cock throb inside her when he did it. Some women in her group who were there for the second or third time said they thought they could feel it splatter inside them, but Kristin never had. All she'd ever felt were the contractions that twisted her belly in a knot, caused her legs to turn to jelly, and made her hips writhe around the cock inside her.

And so it was that day. He stroked his finger in and out, then used two fingers to stroke deep while his thumb lightly brushed her clit, and all the time, his mouth sucked and pulled at her nipples. By the time he turned her over and lifted her hips so she was on her hands and knees, she'd felt the orgasm building twice. He'd stopped his stroking fingers and thumb then, but as soon as her hips stopped rocking into his hand, he started again.

Kristin had just gotten to her hands and knees when she felt him spread her lips and then slide his rigid cock between them. She was so wet by then there wasn't much sensation until his cock head touched her clit. Her body jerked when that happened and she tried to move forward so his cock was at her entrance.

He wouldn't let her do that though. He just kept stroking his cock between her wet, swollen lips until his cock head and shaft glistened with the slippery/sticky wetness that flowed from her entrance when she tightened her belly. He smiled to himself at how well he'd excited her.

That was a point of personal pride with him. He'd been taught the mechanics, but his real education had come from a woman named Barbara. She'd been very forward about what she liked and didn't like, and one of the things she liked was being teased until she was gasping for breath and her wetness flowed enough it trickled from her entrance and then down between her ass cheeks.

He knew Kristin was ready when she began pushing back against him, trying to get his cock inside her. He hoped she was close to an orgasm because when a breeder acted like this one was acting, he sometimes had trouble holding back until she came. It wasn't the way she moaned and panted. It was the way her lips gradually swelled and then opened when he spread her legs a little more.

Kristin felt him pushing his cock head at her entrance and then the feeling of him stretching her open. It didn't happen all at once like she thought it might. After all, he was being paid to breed her, not to make love to her and she thought he'd want to do it as fast as possible.

He didn't though, and Kristin couldn't hold back the moan as his thick, swollen cock head eased into the snug spot just inside her entrance. She moaned again when he pushed deeper and she felt him fill that tight ring. He didn't keep going then. He just pushed in and out right there, making his cock head stretch her open and then letting her close a little. In less than a minute, Kristin was unconsciously pushing back at his cock and trying to get him inside her all the way.

He did push harder then, and Kristin gasped as his cock head slipped past that snug spot but the stretching feeling didn't lessen. It was still there, the same pressure that sent little tingling sensations to her brain and her core. Those sensations tightened her belly and took every thought from her mind except the exquisite stretching and his hands on her breasts.

He was carefully watching what she did, and when he began hearing her rasping, panting breaths knew she was close. He moved his hands from cupping her full, hanging breasts to close his fingertips on her swollen nipples. When he pinched them lightly, she moaned. He pinched harder and felt her passage clamp down on his cock.

She rammed her body back when he pinched harder still, hard enough he knew he was flattening her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, and she started to make continuous little moans. It would only take a little more and she'd have the orgasm she needed to have for it to be nearly certain he'd impregnate her.

He pulled down hard then and stretched her breasts out into cones. She shrieked and he felt her begin to shake. She started to sag then because her legs were shaking, so he put his left hand under her belly to hold her up, and began pushing his cock in and out a little faster. In moments, she began to murmur something he couldn't understand, and when he pulled hard on her right nipple, she shrieked and started to writhe her hips. As soon as he felt her body jerk the first time, he allowed himself to let go. With a groan, he pushed his cock in until his belly flattened her shaking hips and then felt the surge race up his cock and inside her. Three more times, he gasped as his cock went home and another surge flew out the tip.

She was still making little mewing cries and pushing back into his cock when he groaned and felt another tightening in his cock. That one would be just a dribble, but it would add to the amount he could already feel leaking out of her and onto the mattress.

It wouldn't matter if some leaked out. He could feel her body moving now, feel her passage contract and then push out, then contract again. Her body was doing what it was supposed to do, dipping the tip of her womb into the sperm that covered it and helping the sperm find its way inside.

He kept his cock in her and stroking until it got soft enough it was just bending when he stroked in. He pulled out then, but held her lips closed with two fingers until he couldn't feel the little contractions anymore. He knew it wouldn't matter if he did that, but he liked the way most women reacted when he lightly pinched their lips together and then moved them around. This one was no exception. She purred out a little moan and then her hips rocked a little.

She was lying on her back when he got dressed, and just before he left; she blew him a kiss and said "Thank you".

He grinned.

"The pleasure was mine."

As Danny walked back to his room, he smiled at his fortune to be one of the chosen males. It was partly because of his intelligence but also because of his build. He was a little over six feet tall, depending upon the time of day, and was a lean and strong hundred and seventy pounds. That had been enough to get him the position, and when his sperm count was higher than average, that was an added advantage.

He didn't know how many women he'd impregnated, but he knew he'd been mated with about a hundred and fifty over the past two years. He figured he had about another ten years of service left, give or take, as long as his sperm count remained at least average. By that time, the crisis would have been avoided and though the breeding program would still be required, the natural process of reproduction would again be helping to populate the earth.

In another four days, Danny would have another appointment with a woman probably between the ages of nineteen and twenty-nine. There had been women as old as forty in the beginning, but anything over twenty-nine was considered a little old now. A breeder could be bred only every two years, and the sociologists had all agreed that after the age of thirty, the breeder should concentrate on child rearing. A woman who was nineteen at her first breeding was optimal. She could be bred seven times before retiring.

The other issue with a woman's age was fertility. After the age of thirty, it sometimes took two breedings to impregnate her, and that wasted sperm. Women as old as forty had been used to get things started though, because not using every available and willing woman would have been catastrophic. A few women over thirty were still being bred, but those were women with exceptionally high intelligence, nearly perfect physical traits, and strong mothering instincts.

The federation authorities were not going to question the sages of the academics. Science must never be questioned by the unenlightened; and certainly not publicly opposed. It was met with swift re-education orders, and the rebels who dared challenge the sages were taken to institutions where they were re-educated. Sometimes they were further treated with pharmaceuticals to bring ‘balance’ to their temperament, before slowly being re-introduced to the civilian populations.

Four days of rest was optimal for Danny according to the testing he'd been through. Some sires needed as many as six, but four days gave his body a chance to replenish his sperm and gave his mind a chance to rest from the concentration required to ensure the woman had an orgasm. During those days, he'd sleep, eat, stay in shape with a workout or a swim, and do little else other than take a class or two in how to arouse women. Danny didn't really need the classes in how to cause orgasms in most women, but there were some women who needed what Judy, the instructor, called "special handling", so he'd take at least one.

Judy always taught the classes nude so she could demonstrate, and Danny wished she was one of the breeders. While he was skilled in producing orgasms in any woman, he sometimes had to concentrate on producing his own if the breeder had small breasts or narrow hips. Judy had the large, heavy breasts and sensuous, wide hips, the same characteristics that always made it easy for him to fill a breeder with his sperm. Unfortunately for him, Judy was forty-eight and no longer fertile. Coupling with her would have been an exquisite experience, he thought, but would have also been a waste of his sperm.

He'd have liked being the first to breed her because she was probably quite a woman when she was nineteen, but in those days, things were done a little differently. Most matings were natural then, and the selection process was left up to the individuals involved.

No one could put a single, concrete reason to the lack of population growth the world was experiencing during the early 2000's, but it was definitely a problem and it was growing quickly. In 2015, the population of the globe was a little over seven billion and growing slowly. By 2030, that number had stabilized because the death rate was about equal to the birth rate. Medical science had not been able to find a way to extend the life of any individual. All evidence appeared to point to a biologically programmed "expiration date" for the human body.

It was estimated by the W H O that with the current declining birth and steady death rates, in ten years the population of Earth would be nearly halved and would continue to decline at a rate of about eight percent per year. Within twenty years because of geographical dispersion, the human species would effectively be extinct. A few small pockets of humans would exist in the major cities, but would quickly begin to suffer from congenital diseases and defects cause by lack of genetic diversity.

There were various theories for the decrease in birth rate proposed, but the problem was worldwide, so culture was not a major influence. What appeared to be the cause were several major changes in how people thought about their roles in society.

Some sociologists thought the problem began in the 1960's with the so-called "free love" generation. The culture of the "hippies" changed sex into something anyone could enjoy and they did. Women learned about having orgasms and men learned that having an orgasm at the same time as your partner was much more enjoyable than basically using a woman to masturbate with instead of using their hands. The advent of the birth control pill furthered this "sex without guilt" mentality because it nearly eliminated the risk of pregnancy.

Other sociologists thought it was the generation of children born to the free-love generation. While when they were young, most of the free-love generation had rejected normal jobs and careers, as they got older, they fell into line behind their parents. The difference was they made more money than their parents and could afford to give their children more. Those children grew up and became selfish because they'd seldom had to wait for anything.

When they looked back at their parents, what they saw were people who had sacrificed a lot to give their children what everybody else's children had, from new bikes to the latest style in clothing to the limousine that took them to their high school prom. According to the sociologists, that realization made them vow to not have children so they didn't have to sacrifice anything in their quest for self-satisfaction. Better and safer birth control methods made that goal a reality.

It was obvious to most nations in the world that if the birth rate continued to decline, long before human extinction became reality there would be fewer young people working to support the world economy while there were more older people consuming the results of that economy. Infrastructure would deteriorate because of the lack of labor to keep it running, and food would be an ever-increasing problem because of the lack of agricultural workers. The social safety-net systems such as medical care and financial support in the form of the various government entitlement systems would suffer a spiraling decline in input while their outlay would continually increase.

The result was the formation of the "W R E - the acronym for "World Re-population Effort" - by the leaders of every developed country on the globe. This organization was separate from the United Nations because world leaders knew the problem had to be solved quickly. Any committee of the United Nations would only hold meaningless votes on meaningless, non-binding resolutions for years. There would likely be UN diplomats continuing to argue over infinitesimal details even as the light of human existence slowly flickered out.

After six months of debate about the practical and ethical considerations, the W R E embarked upon a solution. That solution was to offer free medical care, free housing, and financial support for life to any woman, single or married, who would agree to be impregnated and raise the child to adulthood. The program was funded by the World Bank after that organization was appraised of the consequences of doing nothing.

In the manner of all government programs, the W R E wrote a glossary of accepted terms. Women participating in the program were designated as "Base Re-population Donor Recipients " or the acronym "BRDR". Men serving as sperm donors were designated as "Sperm Inception Reservoirs ", or "SIR". Both terms were to be used in any and all public correspondence and conversation, but in private conversations in the W R E clinics, the doctors and nurses used the somewhat phonetic pronunciations of "Breeder" and "Sire". To guarantee anonymity but allow for detailed tracking, in all records breeders were given a number -- a "B" followed by a sequential number. Sires were likewise numbered by an "S" followed by a sequential number.

In the early stages of the program, it was felt the breeding should proceed by clinical means to guarantee conception happened in a sterile environment, so the breeder was impregnated by artificial insemination. The success rate was relatively poor, being only about thirty percent for women under thirty and only about ten percent for women between thirty and thirty-five.

After multiple studies that all proved inconclusive relative to how to improve that success rate by artificial means, some old data about the success of natural conception was compared to the new data. The old data demonstrated almost a seventy percent conception success rate for women between nineteen and thirty-five if the woman was monitoring her fertility and her partner's sperm count was average. The success rate was still over fifty percent even if the woman did no monitoring.

As a result, the W R E began a trial program of natural matings between sires and breeders. The success rate was the predicted sixty-five to seventy percent if the breeder didn't have an orgasm, seventy-five percent if she did, and eighty percent if she had an orgasm and the sire had a high sperm count. After a year of the trial, this method became the norm.

It was also determined during the trial program that virgins seldom conceived at the first mating, while all fell within the predicted ranges after the second. The doctors and psychologists employed by the W R E stated this was for two reasons. Most women experienced some amount of pain when their maidenhead was broken and that pain prevented them from having an orgasm. The other reason was that many women reported being too nervous about their first experience with intercourse and so couldn't let themselves relax and enjoy the same experience they always enjoyed when masturbating.

The solution developed was to pair a virgin breeder with an experienced sire who had been taught to understand she might be apprehensive and had been taught how to overcome that tendency as well as to minimize the pain she might feel.

In both types of breeders, those who were virgins and those who were not, their sires were selected to compliment and accent the characteristics of intelligence and physical development. That topic, standards for pairing breeders and sires, was the topic most debated through the program development.

While throughout most of human civilization, mate selection was mostly random and served to continue proliferation of the strongest genes, there were always some children born who had a difficult time fitting into that civilization. With the advent of the sequencing of the human genome and subsequent deciphering of which gene did what, it was possible to eliminate these mistakes of nature.

Utilization of that ability did not upset most people when the program was proposed. After all, what person would desire to produce a child with a mental or physical deformity or a propensity toward a life of crime?

The selections would be random, but random among volunteers deemed to guarantee the resulting offspring would be the best humankind could produce. While race of the sire would be an option selectable only by the breeder, the characteristics of mental and physical health and mental stability would take precedence over any other criteria.

All breeders and sires had their DNA sequenced and categorized relative to genetic disposition toward both traits considered good and bad. When a breeder signed her contract, she was given a list of potential sires. The sires on that list were matched to her DNA to yield a child with above average intelligence, no propensity for development of congenital disease or physical deformity, and most importantly, no tendencies to resist the codes of society.

It was impossible to find breeders and sires with no undesirable genetic characteristics, so the pairing routine matched breeders with undesirable characteristics with sires who had the genetic makeup to counteract those characteristics. In this manner, the new population would be stronger, more intelligent, and there would be little, if any, crime.

While there were still babies being naturally conceived by couples, that was both a blessing and a concern. Those babies were needed to re-populate the planet, but some of those babies would develop the unfavorable characteristics dictated by their DNA.

After some deliberation about methods of guaranteeing proper genetic makeup of all children born, the W R E concluded that the number of such children produced by natural matings would be small compared to the number of planned births. That number would be small enough that any mental abnormalities could be handled by the current methods of incarceration or psychiatric treatment. Physical abnormalities would be handled by corrective surgery or prosthetics. Both would disappear in a generation or two anyway.

The initial year of the program proved the potential of the plan. The initial two thousand sires chosen from all over the world had each been mated with between sixty and eighty breeders each, and the result was eighty-three thousand babies.

The impregnation rate was a disappointing sixty- percent, but this was attributed to the age of some of the breeders. The second year, the number of sires was increased to six thousand, the number of breeders by two hundred fifty thousand, and eleven months later, the number of births was over three hundred and fifty thousand births.

At that rate of impregnation, within one generation, the population of the Earth would be well on the way to return to the levels of the early 2000's. Given that the selection process matched breeders and sires for both physical and mental characteristics, those new individuals would have a natural desire to reproduce and the resulting children would return the world's birthrate to a percentage that would match the world's death rate.

Several psychologists had warned of the unintended consequence of a planned and organized breeding program. After an entire generation of men and women had been conceived, born, and raised to the state of adulthood, they might resolve themselves to arranged breedings as the norm.

It wasn't hard for Danny to believe that would be the case. He seldom felt anything for any breeder he impregnated. It was just his job, albeit a very pleasant job. He knew the other sires felt much the same way.

After Danny filled out his after-breeding report detailing the experience - the breeding position used, what techniques he had used to arouse her, had the breeder achieved an orgasm or not, and a short written statement of his impressions of the breeder - he sent the electronic form to the central computer and then sat down to reflect upon what he had written.

Danny didn't think anybody actually read his comments, but in actuality, they were the most important data on the form to the psychiatrists monitoring the breeding program. They understood that there would be some mental stress if men were coupled with anonymous women by a computer program rather than by natural means.

Female humans were biologically programmed to seek a single mate to care for and to protect them and to mingle their genetic makeup with a male who made them feel safe and secure. Using a computer program to match breeders and sires was contrary to that programming and could cause stress which would prevent the breeder from conceiving.

As a result, every breeder received counseling before being bred. The counseling sessions were intended to make the breeder accepting of the sire by pointing out how the sires available to her were compatible with her list of likes and dislikes. While a few breeders were still hesitant, the method worked for most and they readily chose a sire from the list.

Studies had shown that once the breeder was pregnant, the resulting hormonal changes would minimize the instinct to bond with a male and replace that instinct with the instinct to nurture the child. No counseling was required for a breeder until the next breeding.

Sires were a different problem. Sires experienced no changes in hormone types or levels as a result of breeding a breeder, and were prone to follow their instincts when breeding. Those instincts were to breed as many females as possible in order to successfully pass on their genes, but there were some conditions unique to each sire that caused the breeding instinct to manifest itself.

There were the usual conditions of mental compatibility and personality, but those could be sorted and matched based upon the genetic data for each breeder and each sire. The condition that could not be predicted was attraction of the breeder to the sire. This was because the primary attraction was physical beauty. Physical beauty was evaluated differently by each sire and appeared to be "learned" rather than genetic because there were no markers in the genome that correlated with any sire's initial psychological analysis or his after-breeding reports.

As a result, each sire receive special counseling between breedings. These counseling sessions were one-on-one interactions between the sire and a psychiatrist and took the form of observation and discussion between the two of pictures of women representing all races, body types and facial features. The sire would explain what he liked and didn't like about a particular woman and why. The psychiatrist would then attempt to determine and explain the reasons for the sire's evaluation with the hope future matings would be more in accord with each sire's preferences.

The psychiatrist who worked with Danny was Regina Allison. Regina was very skilled in her field, but hadn't made much headway with Danny. She thought she understood why.

While most sires had a strong desire to breed and would accept almost any breeder, over time a curious anomaly was seen. If they reported the breeder was attractive, it was usual that impregnation would result from one breeding. If that attractiveness was not there, the sire would still breed the breeder, but about twenty-five percent of the time a subsequent breeding would be required.

The anomaly did not appear to be a result of something the breeders were doing. A breeder that required two breedings when bred to one sire would conceive at the first breeding with another sire of similar characteristics. Regina began to concentrate on the sire as the possible cause of the anomaly.

She had studied this phenomena over the period of a year by collecting sperm samples from freshly serviced breeders and making a sperm count, and then interviewing the sire to determine his thoughts about the particular breeder. All her data indicated that a sire tended to react by withholding sperm from those breeders he found less than attractive. Regina believed the sire's brain was regulating the number of sperm expelled in order to maintain a reserve for a breeder the sire found attractive.

Regina had put her data into a proposal for the W R E, and had been given approval for a pilot program of one sire and twenty breeders. She had selected Danny as her sire, and he would select the twenty breeders from a group who were genetically matched to him.

It was the day of his appointment after breeding Kristin that she proposed her pilot program to Danny.

"Danny, you've been a sire for almost two years now. We've talked about your opinions of various breeders before, and I must say our conversations have been interesting. I find it fascinating that you really want a mental connection with the breeders.

"As you already know from the weekly sessions, the average impregnation rate for the total program is about seventy-five percent. I and the other psychologists have been studying all breedings to determine why our average isn't higher.

"We have discovered an interesting correlation between the after-breeding report from our sires and the impregnation rate. Our data suggests if a sire finds a breeder less than - for lack of a better word, I'll use 'attractive' - if a sire finds a breeder less than attractive, his impregnation success is reduced. The correlation is there for every sire I have studied.

"When I looked for a cause, the data demonstrated the sire's sperm count present at the time of breeding was lower for less attractive breeders while sperm count for more attractive breeders was at or even a little higher than the base line sperm count for that sire. Sperm count correlated extremely well with impregnation success and by inference, to the attractiveness of the breeder to the sire. I have found no correlation of any breeder characteristic across the range of sires studied. It appears as though attractiveness is a variable unique to each sire.

"You've been successful in impregnating almost all breeders, and in fact, your average impregnation rate is about eighty-nine percent, but you are very similar to other sires. Your sperm count decreases when you breed a woman who does not match the characteristics you find most attractive. It is probable that your high baseline sperm count minimizes the difference in your success at breeding breeders of different characteristics."

Danny was a little confused. It was true that he found some breeders more attractive than others, but he didn't know how that could affect his sperm count. He also didn't think it made much difference as long as the breeder impregnation rate remained high.

"What difference does it make as long as the breeder is impregnated? Isn't that the point - for sires to impregnate the breeders matched with them?"

Regina frowned.

"If it was that simple, no, it wouldn't make any difference. The problem is that unlike you, some sires have an impregnation rate in the order of ninety percent if they find the breeder attractive, but only fifty percent if they don't. The data says the problem is related to sperm count, and we don't understand why and how a sire can vary it.

"We understand you can't intentionally change your sperm count, but there are still a lot of things we don't know about the human brain. What my data shows about you is that your sperm count is lower when you breed a woman with small breasts than when you breed a woman with large breasts. The same data correlates with several other factors you've related in your post-breeding reports.

"Your sperm count is about average with blonde breeders, lower than average with breeders with black hair, and higher than average with breeders with brown or red hair. You apparently also favor breeders with fuller figures over slender figures.

"The many variations of male preferences have been documented by multiple studies, but it was never suspected those preferences would affect reproduction. What I believe is your brain subconsciously controls your sperm count based upon your evaluation of the breeder. It's probably a vestige of instinct from the early days of man and would ensure the variability of the gene pool.

"Now, we find ourselves in the position of requiring rapid population growth while still maintaining variability in the gene pool. To accomplish that goal, we need to have impregnation rates in the order of at least eighty percent. The only way to do that is a controlled study to determine if sperm count is truly affected by the attractiveness of the breeder to the sire. I want you to be part of that study."

Danny couldn't see how any study could be much different than what he was already doing. It would probably be more interesting than just breeding a different breeder every four days.

He shrugged.

"I guess I can. What do I have to do?"

Regina smiled.

"I hoped you'd say yes. Here is the plan I've laid out.

Regina's plan didn't sound any different than what he'd already been doing, and that's what he told Regina. She smiled again.

"Breeder selection is the real difference. Each week, I'll give you the applications of six breeders along with a picture of them both clothed and nude. You'll choose the breeder you prefer from those six. The other five will be matched with other sires just as happens today."

Regina pursed her lips then.

"Danny, there is one other change of which you need to be aware. Sociologists have been concerned about the feasibility of children being raised only by breeders. As part of this study, each of the breeders will stay with us until they give birth. Once you've bred all twenty, you'll be able to choose which breeder you'd like to breed again even if she's already pregnant.

Danny chuckled.

"It sounds like you're going to give me a harem to take care of."

Regina grinned.

"In some respects that is what it is. After she gives birth, those breeders and their children will stay with us to be bred again, this time as you see fit. In this way we can correlate your initial after-breeding report results with the breedings in subsequent years. You'll have your choice of breeder, your choice of the timing, and of course, her acceptance to be bred again by you."

Danny smiled.

"That might be nice, but I don't think twenty women and their children are going to fit in my room."

Regina waved her hands.

"No, they won't, but they will fit in the house that's nearly finished. The house is being built a hundred kilometers from the city limits on one of the auto-farms. We felt that it would be easier for you and the breeders and their children to develop relationships if the setting was of a more private nature."

When Danny saw what Regina had called the breeding study house, he was amazed at how much she'd understated the size. It wasn't a house. It was a mansion. On one wing of the first floor was a dining room with several tables that Danny figured would sit at least sixty people. The center part of the house was a huge living area with couches and chairs for at least a hundred people. These were arranged in groups around the twenty televisions that lined the walls. On the other wing of the house was the kitchen and quarters for the twenty service people who would do the cooking, cleaning, and grounds work.

The second floor consisted of twenty-three apartments, each with a small living area, two bedrooms and a bath. One of those apartments would be Danny's and across the hall was a breeding room. Unlike the breeding rooms at the W R E breeding center, this one was equipped with video cameras located to provide six different views of the breeding bed. Regina said her apartment would be adjacent to the breeding room.

The third floor was a small functioning hospital that would be mainly used as a maternity hospital with two examination rooms, two labor rooms, two delivery rooms and two operating rooms along with living quarters for three doctors -- a general practitioner, an obstetrician, a surgeon, and six nurses. Their quarters were also on the third floor. Regina told Danny the hospital was equipped to handle almost any emergency though it's primary function would be as a birthing center.

A week later, the new location was complete with a small staff, and Danny and Regina moved in. That afternoon, Regina brought six folders to Danny.

"These are the first group. What I want you to do is look at them all, and record what you think on a form that is the same form as the new after-breeding report.

Then, select the breeder you like best and I'll have her moved here. She'll be ready to breed anytime in the next six days, so you have some time to decide."

After dinner, Danny sat down with the folders and read all the applications. The applications were somewhat different than the applications he'd read before. The applications he was used to only contained height and weight along with a psychiatrist's evaluation of the breeder and a picture of the breeder's face. The new applications included a lot more physical data such as body measurements along with a statement by the breeder of her expectations from the program. There were also four pictures included, two of the breeder's full body, dressed and in frontal and profile views, and two of the breeder nude in the same poses.

The other difference was the breeders were identified by breeder number as had always been the case, but this time, each breeder was also identified by a first name. Danny found knowing the first name of the breeders was somehow comforting. He'd never known that information before and all breeders were told not to tell him their name.

Danny didn't pay much attention to the written part of the applications. Instead, he spread all the pictures out on his desk so he could compare them. He was surprised by two things.

There was a huge difference in how he saw each breeder when she was dressed versus when she was nude. When the breeder was dressed, his attention was drawn to her face and hair. When she was nude, his attention was drawn to her breasts, waist, hips, and legs. He found that with some of the six, he was attracted to the face of a breeder, but not to her body, and sometimes it was the other way around. Only one seemed to be attractive both ways, a blonde named Barbara.

Barbara had a face that pleased him, and although her breasts weren't especially large and her hips weren't as wide as some, he found himself comparing all the other pictures to the pictures of her.

He hadn't expected that to happen. What he'd expected was that he'd be attracted to more than one and would have to choose between them. When Danny filled out the selection form, he rated the women honestly, and even though some of their scores were higher than Barbara's, he still checked the box on her form as the breeder he'd selected.

When Danny gave the folders back to Regina, she looked at his evaluations and the check mark on Barbara's form, but only said, "I'll have her here in two days. She'll be ready to breed two days after that."

It felt odd to meet Barbara and to get to know her during the two days before the scheduled breeding. Before, Danny had only had a few minutes with a breeder before beginning the breeding process. He wasn't certain how to act, and he thought Barbara was a little confused as well. It was like when he was in high school and on a first date with a girl.

After dinner the first night, he was more comfortable with her and she with him. After dinner the second night, Danny found himself liking Barbara. She was intelligent and had a sense of humor. The next afternoon, he enjoyed breeding Barbara because of that feeling. It was different, somehow, and Danny liked the difference.

Over the rest of the week, they met for dinner and by the time Regina brought him the next six folders, they were talking about what they liked and didn't like and what their thoughts were about the future.

From the next set of six breeders, Danny selected Jessica, a breeder with the skin tone that told him she was Hispanic, very large breasts, and wide hips. Danny selected her mostly because she looked very confident in both the pictures of her dressed and nude. He found she was indeed confident when they talked over the next two days. Breeding Jessica was also a pleasure for Danny because she was as confident about being bred as she was in her pictures. Her favorite position was riding him, and he had to concentrate on not cumming before she did. After she came, she pressed her big breasts into his chest and sighed, "I want to do this again."

The conditions of Danny's contract with the W R E made that impossible until he'd bred all twenty breeders for the study, but he wondered if the second time might be better than the first. He talked to Regina about that when they had his post-breeding session. Regina asked him the questions she always asked and Danny gave her the answers. When she finished filling out the form, Regina asked Danny if he had anything to add.

Danny frowned.
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"Jessica

Regina shook her head.

"No,

Danny pursed his lips.

"Why haven't I felt like this before? The breeder and I always have an orgasm."

Regina smiled.

"We

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"Do you feel that when you're bred - like you want to be bred again by the same sire?"

Regina looked at the floor when she answered.

"I've

She looked up at Danny then.

"Maybe once we get this all figured out, I can be bred. I would like to have children someday."

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Danny leaned forward and put his hand on Regina's knee.

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"I know and that's why".

"But I can't."

Danny slowly moved his hand a little higher up Regina's leg.

"Why?

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"Even if I wanted to -- and I'm not saying I would - that would invalidate all my work because I'd be biased."

Danny smiled and moved his hand up a little more.

"Wouldn't

Regina abruptly brushed Danny's hand off her leg and then stood up.

"I think we'd better end the interview right now."

Without waiting for Danny to respond, she walked out of the interview room and left Danny sitting there.

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Regina felt her emotions raging inside her, but she'd made up her mind.

"Danny, I still have a few questions I need to ask you. Could we continue the interview now?"

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"Danny, I was thinking about someplace else, some place a little more private."

Danny felt a little tingle race up his spine. Could this be what it seemed?

"Where would you suggest?"

Regina's voice was so soft he barely heard her.

"I was thinking maybe my room if that's OK with you."

Once they were inside Regina's room, she locked the door and then turned to Danny.

"Danny,

Danny took Regina's hand in his.

"Regina, are you sure about this? If you aren't, I'll just leave."

Regina shook her head.

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Regina stroked his back.

"Just a little, but it wasn't bad. Everything else was more than I ever expected. I didn't realize it would be like this."

Danny kissed Regina on the forehead, something else he'd never done to a breeder, and then whispered back.

"I didn't expect it to be like this either."

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"Danny, you can't think that way. There's too much at stake."

Danny put his arms around Regina's waist.

"Are you saying you don't want to do it again?"

Regina felt a tear trickle down her cheek and hastily wiped it away.

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"Not many...maybe a percent or so."

Danny gently separated Regina's cheeks and stroked between them with a fingertip.

"But you think you'd like me to breed you again, right?"

Regina felt her nipples begin to swell at the thought of having Danny inside her again.

"I suppose I would. How does that help anything?"

Danny moved one hand up Regina's side until he touched her breast.

"Well,

Regina's tummy tightened when she felt Danny's thumb on her nipple.

"Yes,

Danny chuckled as he stroked his thumb over the stiff bump of Regina's nipple.

"You're the scientist. Can't you figure out how to do that?"

Regina pulled Danny's hand away from her breast.

"Please stop that."

Danny grinned.

"Don't you like it? If feels like you do."

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Danny slipped his hand down and squeezed Regina's cheek again.

"Well,

Regina nodded as Danny again slipped his hand up her side and smiled when he found her nipple was still stiff.

"So, what you get is about six hundred thousand babies in a year?"

Regina shivered when Danny stroked her stiff nipple.

"Yes, but more like six twenty. Sometimes a breeder has twins."

Danny lightly pinched Regina's nipple through her bra, then smiled.

"So,

Regina started to pull Danny's hand away, but then felt her core tighten enough she caught her breath.

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Danny picked Regina up and carried her to the bed, then laid her down and unbuttoned her blouse.

"They would if you taught them like I was taught."

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Kristin lay naked on the bed with her legs spread a little and watched as S405698 removed his clothing. Before, she'd been nervous, but eager. Now, as he removed his underwear and his erect cock bobbed free, she was nervous and a little afraid. It was her first time in six months, the celibacy period mandated by her contract, and she was a little fearful of how it would feel. He looked large - not particularly long, but really thick. Matt, her former partner, hadn't been so thick and it always felt like he stretched her a lot.

He smiled as he approached.

"This your first time here?"

Kristin nodded her confirmation.

He smiled again and stroked her right breast.

"Just relax, and I'll make this great for both of us. Do you have a favorite position?"

Kristin's voice was almost a whisper.

"I thought it made a difference and we'd have to do it with you on top."

He chuckled.

"That's just an old wives tale. All the data says it really doesn't matter as long as you have an orgasm. Usually it doesn't matter even if you don't providing the time is right, but I'll make sure you do. Now, what do you like? I read your application, but some women have special things they like and are too embarrassed to write them down. It's just you and me here, and it will be better for us both if I know."

Kristin thought for a moment. Should she tell him, could she tell him, that having her nipples pinched tight and then pulled would send her into a blinding orgasm? Would he think she was weird if she told him that?

He smiled when she didn't answer.

"You won't shock me, I promise. I've heard everything from 'spank me really hard' to 'pull my hair' to 'tell me I'm just a brood cow and you're going to breed me like a bull'. There have been other things too, but those are probably the most common."

Kristin smiled coyly.

"Well...I like it best when I'm on my hands and knees...and I like my nipples pinched hard and then pulled."

He smiled again.

"That's one of my favorites too. Before we do that, let's get you ready."

Kristin was quiet when he began stroking her breasts, but caught her breath when he lightly brushed her nipples with his fingertips. When he nuzzled her breast and then closed his lips around her right nipple, she closed her eyes so she could feel every little tingle. After he stroked down her side and then slipped a fingertip between her puffy lips, she wasn't afraid anymore. She just felt the craving building, the craving to be penetrated by his thick cock, and then taken to the point her body would convulse as the orgasm sent her into a blinding fog of sensations.

That was when he'd pump his seed into her, the thick, white, sticky ropes carrying his sperm that would find their way to her womb and impregnate her. She wouldn't feel the spurts, she knew that, but she'd feel his thick cock throb inside her when he did it. Some women in her group who were there for the second or third time said they thought they could feel it splatter inside them, but Kristin never had. All she'd ever felt were the contractions that twisted her belly in a knot, caused her legs to turn to jelly, and made her hips writhe around the cock inside her.

And so it was that day. He stroked his finger in and out, then used two fingers to stroke deep while his thumb lightly brushed her clit, and all the time, his mouth sucked and pulled at her nipples. By the time he turned her over and lifted her hips so she was on her hands and knees, she'd felt the orgasm building twice. He'd stopped his stroking fingers and thumb then, but as soon as her hips stopped rocking into his hand, he started again.

Kristin had just gotten to her hands and knees when she felt him spread her lips and then slide his rigid cock between them. She was so wet by then there wasn't much sensation until his cock head touched her clit. Her body jerked when that happened and she tried to move forward so his cock was at her entrance.

He wouldn't let her do that though. He just kept stroking his cock between her wet, swollen lips until his cock head and shaft glistened with the slippery/sticky wetness that flowed from her entrance when she tightened her belly. He smiled to himself at how well he'd excited her.

That was a point of personal pride with him. He'd been taught the mechanics, but his real education had come from a woman named Barbara. She'd been very forward about what she liked and didn't like, and one of the things she liked was being teased until she was gasping for breath and her wetness flowed enough it trickled from her entrance and then down between her ass cheeks.

He knew Kristin was ready when she began pushing back against him, trying to get his cock inside her. He hoped she was close to an orgasm because when a breeder acted like this one was acting, he sometimes had trouble holding back until she came. It wasn't the way she moaned and panted. It was the way her lips gradually swelled and then opened when he spread her legs a little more.

Kristin felt him pushing his cock head at her entrance and then the feeling of him stretching her open. It didn't happen all at once like she thought it might. After all, he was being paid to breed her, not to make love to her and she thought he'd want to do it as fast as possible.

He didn't though, and Kristin couldn't hold back the moan as his thick, swollen cock head eased into the snug spot just inside her entrance. She moaned again when he pushed deeper and she felt him fill that tight ring. He didn't keep going then. He just pushed in and out right there, making his cock head stretch her open and then letting her close a little. In less than a minute, Kristin was unconsciously pushing back at his cock and trying to get him inside her all the way.

He did push harder then, and Kristin gasped as his cock head slipped past that snug spot but the stretching feeling didn't lessen. It was still there, the same pressure that sent little tingling sensations to her brain and her core. Those sensations tightened her belly and took every thought from her mind except the exquisite stretching and his hands on her breasts.

He was carefully watching what she did, and when he began hearing her rasping, panting breaths knew she was close. He moved his hands from cupping her full, hanging breasts to close his fingertips on her swollen nipples. When he pinched them lightly, she moaned. He pinched harder and felt her passage clamp down on his cock.

She rammed her body back when he pinched harder still, hard enough he knew he was flattening her nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, and she started to make continuous little moans. It would only take a little more and she'd have the orgasm she needed to have for it to be nearly certain he'd impregnate her.

He pulled down hard then and stretched her breasts out into cones. She shrieked and he felt her begin to shake. She started to sag then because her legs were shaking, so he put his left hand under her belly to hold her up, and began pushing his cock in and out a little faster. In moments, she began to murmur something he couldn't understand, and when he pulled hard on her right nipple, she shrieked and started to writhe her hips. As soon as he felt her body jerk the first time, he allowed himself to let go. With a groan, he pushed his cock in until his belly flattened her shaking hips and then felt the surge race up his cock and inside her. Three more times, he gasped as his cock went home and another surge flew out the tip.

She was still making little mewing cries and pushing back into his cock when he groaned and felt another tightening in his cock. That one would be just a dribble, but it would add to the amount he could already feel leaking out of her and onto the mattress.

It wouldn't matter if some leaked out. He could feel her body moving now, feel her passage contract and then push out, then contract again. Her body was doing what it was supposed to do, dipping the tip of her womb into the sperm that covered it and helping the sperm find its way inside.

He kept his cock in her and stroking until it got soft enough it was just bending when he stroked in. He pulled out then, but held her lips closed with two fingers until he couldn't feel the little contractions anymore. He knew it wouldn't matter if he did that, but he liked the way most women reacted when he lightly pinched their lips together and then moved them around. This one was no exception. She purred out a little moan and then her hips rocked a little.

She was lying on her back when he got dressed, and just before he left; she blew him a kiss and said "Thank you".

He grinned.

"The pleasure was mine."

As Danny walked back to his room, he smiled at his fortune to be one of the chosen males. It was partly because of his intelligence but also because of his build. He was a little over six feet tall, depending upon the time of day, and was a lean and strong hundred and seventy pounds. That had been enough to get him the position, and when his sperm count was higher than average, that was an added advantage.

He didn't know how many women he'd impregnated, but he knew he'd been mated with about a hundred and fifty over the past two years. He figured he had about another ten years of service left, give or take, as long as his sperm count remained at least average. By that time, the crisis would have been avoided and though the breeding program would still be required, the natural process of reproduction would again be helping to populate the earth.

In another four days, Danny would have another appointment with a woman probably between the ages of nineteen and twenty-nine. There had been women as old as forty in the beginning, but anything over twenty-nine was considered a little old now. A breeder could be bred only every two years, and the sociologists had all agreed that after the age of thirty, the breeder should concentrate on child rearing. A woman who was nineteen at her first breeding was optimal. She could be bred seven times before retiring.

The other issue with a woman's age was fertility. After the age of thirty, it sometimes took two breedings to impregnate her, and that wasted sperm. Women as old as forty had been used to get things started though, because not using every available and willing woman would have been catastrophic. A few women over thirty were still being bred, but those were women with exceptionally high intelligence, nearly perfect physical traits, and strong mothering instincts.

The federation authorities were not going to question the sages of the academics. Science must never be questioned by the unenlightened; and certainly not publicly opposed. It was met with swift re-education orders, and the rebels who dared challenge the sages were taken to institutions where they were re-educated. Sometimes they were further treated with pharmaceuticals to bring ‘balance’ to their temperament, before slowly being re-introduced to the civilian populations.

Four days of rest was optimal for Danny according to the testing he'd been through. Some sires needed as many as six, but four days gave his body a chance to replenish his sperm and gave his mind a chance to rest from the concentration required to ensure the woman had an orgasm. During those days, he'd sleep, eat, stay in shape with a workout or a swim, and do little else other than take a class or two in how to arouse women. Danny didn't really need the classes in how to cause orgasms in most women, but there were some women who needed what Judy, the instructor, called "special handling", so he'd take at least one.

Judy always taught the classes nude so she could demonstrate, and Danny wished she was one of the breeders. While he was skilled in producing orgasms in any woman, he sometimes had to concentrate on producing his own if the breeder had small breasts or narrow hips. Judy had the large, heavy breasts and sensuous, wide hips, the same characteristics that always made it easy for him to fill a breeder with his sperm. Unfortunately for him, Judy was forty-eight and no longer fertile. Coupling with her would have been an exquisite experience, he thought, but would have also been a waste of his sperm.

He'd have liked being the first to breed her because she was probably quite a woman when she was nineteen, but in those days, things were done a little differently. Most matings were natural then, and the selection process was left up to the individuals involved.

No one could put a single, concrete reason to the lack of population growth the world was experiencing during the early 2000's, but it was definitely a problem and it was growing quickly. In 2015, the population of the globe was a little over seven billion and growing slowly. By 2030, that number had stabilized because the death rate was about equal to the birth rate. Medical science had not been able to find a way to extend the life of any individual. All evidence appeared to point to a biologically programmed "expiration date" for the human body.

It was estimated by the W H O that with the current declining birth and steady death rates, in ten years the population of Earth would be nearly halved and would continue to decline at a rate of about eight percent per year. Within twenty years because of geographical dispersion, the human species would effectively be extinct. A few small pockets of humans would exist in the major cities, but would quickly begin to suffer from congenital diseases and defects cause by lack of genetic diversity.

There were various theories for the decrease in birth rate proposed, but the problem was worldwide, so culture was not a major influence. What appeared to be the cause were several major changes in how people thought about their roles in society.

Some sociologists thought the problem began in the 1960's with the so-called "free love" generation. The culture of the "hippies" changed sex into something anyone could enjoy and they did. Women learned about having orgasms and men learned that having an orgasm at the same time as your partner was much more enjoyable than basically using a woman to masturbate with instead of using their hands. The advent of the birth control pill furthered this "sex without guilt" mentality because it nearly eliminated the risk of pregnancy.

Other sociologists thought it was the generation of children born to the free-love generation. While when they were young, most of the free-love generation had rejected normal jobs and careers, as they got older, they fell into line behind their parents. The difference was they made more money than their parents and could afford to give their children more. Those children grew up and became selfish because they'd seldom had to wait for anything.

When they looked back at their parents, what they saw were people who had sacrificed a lot to give their children what everybody else's children had, from new bikes to the latest style in clothing to the limousine that took them to their high school prom. According to the sociologists, that realization made them vow to not have children so they didn't have to sacrifice anything in their quest for self-satisfaction. Better and safer birth control methods made that goal a reality.

It was obvious to most nations in the world that if the birth rate continued to decline, long before human extinction became reality there would be fewer young people working to support the world economy while there were more older people consuming the results of that economy. Infrastructure would deteriorate because of the lack of labor to keep it running, and food would be an ever-increasing problem because of the lack of agricultural workers. The social safety-net systems such as medical care and financial support in the form of the various government entitlement systems would suffer a spiraling decline in input while their outlay would continually increase.

The result was the formation of the "W R E - the acronym for "World Re-population Effort" - by the leaders of every developed country on the globe. This organization was separate from the United Nations because world leaders knew the problem had to be solved quickly. Any committee of the United Nations would only hold meaningless votes on meaningless, non-binding resolutions for years. There would likely be UN diplomats continuing to argue over infinitesimal details even as the light of human existence slowly flickered out.

After six months of debate about the practical and ethical considerations, the W R E embarked upon a solution. That solution was to offer free medical care, free housing, and financial support for life to any woman, single or married, who would agree to be impregnated and raise the child to adulthood. The program was funded by the World Bank after that organization was appraised of the consequences of doing nothing.

In the manner of all government programs, the W R E wrote a glossary of accepted terms. Women participating in the program were designated as "Base Re-population Donor Recipients " or the acronym "BRDR". Men serving as sperm donors were designated as "Sperm Inception Reservoirs ", or "SIR". Both terms were to be used in any and all public correspondence and conversation, but in private conversations in the W R E clinics, the doctors and nurses used the somewhat phonetic pronunciations of "Breeder" and "Sire". To guarantee anonymity but allow for detailed tracking, in all records breeders were given a number -- a "B" followed by a sequential number. Sires were likewise numbered by an "S" followed by a sequential number.

In the early stages of the program, it was felt the breeding should proceed by clinical means to guarantee conception happened in a sterile environment, so the breeder was impregnated by artificial insemination. The success rate was relatively poor, being only about thirty percent for women under thirty and only about ten percent for women between thirty and thirty-five.

After multiple studies that all proved inconclusive relative to how to improve that success rate by artificial means, some old data about the success of natural conception was compared to the new data. The old data demonstrated almost a seventy percent conception success rate for women between nineteen and thirty-five if the woman was monitoring her fertility and her partner's sperm count was average. The success rate was still over fifty percent even if the woman did no monitoring.

As a result, the W R E began a trial program of natural matings between sires and breeders. The success rate was the predicted sixty-five to seventy percent if the breeder didn't have an orgasm, seventy-five percent if she did, and eighty percent if she had an orgasm and the sire had a high sperm count. After a year of the trial, this method became the norm.

It was also determined during the trial program that virgins seldom conceived at the first mating, while all fell within the predicted ranges after the second. The doctors and psychologists employed by the W R E stated this was for two reasons. Most women experienced some amount of pain when their maidenhead was broken and that pain prevented them from having an orgasm. The other reason was that many women reported being too nervous about their first experience with intercourse and so couldn't let themselves relax and enjoy the same experience they always enjoyed when masturbating.

The solution developed was to pair a virgin breeder with an experienced sire who had been taught to understand she might be apprehensive and had been taught how to overcome that tendency as well as to minimize the pain she might feel.

In both types of breeders, those who were virgins and those who were not, their sires were selected to compliment and accent the characteristics of intelligence and physical development. That topic, standards for pairing breeders and sires, was the topic most debated through the program development.

While throughout most of human civilization, mate selection was mostly random and served to continue proliferation of the strongest genes, there were always some children born who had a difficult time fitting into that civilization. With the advent of the sequencing of the human genome and subsequent deciphering of which gene did what, it was possible to eliminate these mistakes of nature.

Utilization of that ability did not upset most people when the program was proposed. After all, what person would desire to produce a child with a mental or physical deformity or a propensity toward a life of crime?

The selections would be random, but random among volunteers deemed to guarantee the resulting offspring would be the best humankind could produce. While race of the sire would be an option selectable only by the breeder, the characteristics of mental and physical health and mental stability would take precedence over any other criteria.

All breeders and sires had their DNA sequenced and categorized relative to genetic disposition toward both traits considered good and bad. When a breeder signed her contract, she was given a list of potential sires. The sires on that list were matched to her DNA to yield a child with above average intelligence, no propensity for development of congenital disease or physical deformity, and most importantly, no tendencies to resist the codes of society.

It was impossible to find breeders and sires with no undesirable genetic characteristics, so the pairing routine matched breeders with undesirable characteristics with sires who had the genetic makeup to counteract those characteristics. In this manner, the new population would be stronger, more intelligent, and there would be little, if any, crime.

While there were still babies being naturally conceived by couples, that was both a blessing and a concern. Those babies were needed to re-populate the planet, but some of those babies would develop the unfavorable characteristics dictated by their DNA.

After some deliberation about methods of guaranteeing proper genetic makeup of all children born, the W R E concluded that the number of such children produced by natural matings would be small compared to the number of planned births. That number would be small enough that any mental abnormalities could be handled by the current methods of incarceration or psychiatric treatment. Physical abnormalities would be handled by corrective surgery or prosthetics. Both would disappear in a generation or two anyway.

The initial year of the program proved the potential of the plan. The initial two thousand sires chosen from all over the world had each been mated with between sixty and eighty breeders each, and the result was eighty-three thousand babies.

The impregnation rate was a disappointing sixty- percent, but this was attributed to the age of some of the breeders. The second year, the number of sires was increased to six thousand, the number of breeders by two hundred fifty thousand, and eleven months later, the number of births was over three hundred and fifty thousand births.

At that rate of impregnation, within one generation, the population of the Earth would be well on the way to return to the levels of the early 2000's. Given that the selection process matched breeders and sires for both physical and mental characteristics, those new individuals would have a natural desire to reproduce and the resulting children would return the world's birthrate to a percentage that would match the world's death rate.

Several psychologists had warned of the unintended consequence of a planned and organized breeding program. After an entire generation of men and women had been conceived, born, and raised to the state of adulthood, they might resolve themselves to arranged breedings as the norm.

It wasn't hard for Danny to believe that would be the case. He seldom felt anything for any breeder he impregnated. It was just his job, albeit a very pleasant job. He knew the other sires felt much the same way.

After Danny filled out his after-breeding report detailing the experience - the breeding position used, what techniques he had used to arouse her, had the breeder achieved an orgasm or not, and a short written statement of his impressions of the breeder - he sent the electronic form to the central computer and then sat down to reflect upon what he had written.

Danny didn't think anybody actually read his comments, but in actuality, they were the most important data on the form to the psychiatrists monitoring the breeding program. They understood that there would be some mental stress if men were coupled with anonymous women by a computer program rather than by natural means.

Female humans were biologically programmed to seek a single mate to care for and to protect them and to mingle their genetic makeup with a male who made them feel safe and secure. Using a computer program to match breeders and sires was contrary to that programming and could cause stress which would prevent the breeder from conceiving.

As a result, every breeder received counseling before being bred. The counseling sessions were intended to make the breeder accepting of the sire by pointing out how the sires available to her were compatible with her list of likes and dislikes. While a few breeders were still hesitant, the method worked for most and they readily chose a sire from the list.

Studies had shown that once the breeder was pregnant, the resulting hormonal changes would minimize the instinct to bond with a male and replace that instinct with the instinct to nurture the child. No counseling was required for a breeder until the next breeding.

Sires were a different problem. Sires experienced no changes in hormone types or levels as a result of breeding a breeder, and were prone to follow their instincts when breeding. Those instincts were to breed as many females as possible in order to successfully pass on their genes, but there were some conditions unique to each sire that caused the breeding instinct to manifest itself.

There were the usual conditions of mental compatibility and personality, but those could be sorted and matched based upon the genetic data for each breeder and each sire. The condition that could not be predicted was attraction of the breeder to the sire. This was because the primary attraction was physical beauty. Physical beauty was evaluated differently by each sire and appeared to be "learned" rather than genetic because there were no markers in the genome that correlated with any sire's initial psychological analysis or his after-breeding reports.

As a result, each sire receive special counseling between breedings. These counseling sessions were one-on-one interactions between the sire and a psychiatrist and took the form of observation and discussion between the two of pictures of women representing all races, body types and facial features. The sire would explain what he liked and didn't like about a particular woman and why. The psychiatrist would then attempt to determine and explain the reasons for the sire's evaluation with the hope future matings would be more in accord with each sire's preferences.

The psychiatrist who worked with Danny was Regina Allison. Regina was very skilled in her field, but hadn't made much headway with Danny. She thought she understood why.

While most sires had a strong desire to breed and would accept almost any breeder, over time a curious anomaly was seen. If they reported the breeder was attractive, it was usual that impregnation would result from one breeding. If that attractiveness was not there, the sire would still breed the breeder, but about twenty-five percent of the time a subsequent breeding would be required.

The anomaly did not appear to be a result of something the breeders were doing. A breeder that required two breedings when bred to one sire would conceive at the first breeding with another sire of similar characteristics. Regina began to concentrate on the sire as the possible cause of the anomaly.

She had studied this phenomena over the period of a year by collecting sperm samples from freshly serviced breeders and making a sperm count, and then interviewing the sire to determine his thoughts about the particular breeder. All her data indicated that a sire tended to react by withholding sperm from those breeders he found less than attractive. Regina believed the sire's brain was regulating the number of sperm expelled in order to maintain a reserve for a breeder the sire found attractive.

Regina had put her data into a proposal for the W R E, and had been given approval for a pilot program of one sire and twenty breeders. She had selected Danny as her sire, and he would select the twenty breeders from a group who were genetically matched to him.

It was the day of his appointment after breeding Kristin that she proposed her pilot program to Danny.

"Danny, you've been a sire for almost two years now. We've talked about your opinions of various breeders before, and I must say our conversations have been interesting. I find it fascinating that you really want a mental connection with the breeders.

"As you already know from the weekly sessions, the average impregnation rate for the total program is about seventy-five percent. I and the other psychologists have been studying all breedings to determine why our average isn't higher.

"We have discovered an interesting correlation between the after-breeding report from our sires and the impregnation rate. Our data suggests if a sire finds a breeder less than - for lack of a better word, I'll use 'attractive' - if a sire finds a breeder less than attractive, his impregnation success is reduced. The correlation is there for every sire I have studied.

"When I looked for a cause, the data demonstrated the sire's sperm count present at the time of breeding was lower for less attractive breeders while sperm count for more attractive breeders was at or even a little higher than the base line sperm count for that sire. Sperm count correlated extremely well with impregnation success and by inference, to the attractiveness of the breeder to the sire. I have found no correlation of any breeder characteristic across the range of sires studied. It appears as though attractiveness is a variable unique to each sire.

"You've been successful in impregnating almost all breeders, and in fact, your average impregnation rate is about eighty-nine percent, but you are very similar to other sires. Your sperm count decreases when you breed a woman who does not match the characteristics you find most attractive. It is probable that your high baseline sperm count minimizes the difference in your success at breeding breeders of different characteristics."

Danny was a little confused. It was true that he found some breeders more attractive than others, but he didn't know how that could affect his sperm count. He also didn't think it made much difference as long as the breeder impregnation rate remained high.

"What difference does it make as long as the breeder is impregnated? Isn't that the point - for sires to impregnate the breeders matched with them?"

Regina frowned.

"If it was that simple, no, it wouldn't make any difference. The problem is that unlike you, some sires have an impregnation rate in the order of ninety percent if they find the breeder attractive, but only fifty percent if they don't. The data says the problem is related to sperm count, and we don't understand why and how a sire can vary it.

"We understand you can't intentionally change your sperm count, but there are still a lot of things we don't know about the human brain. What my data shows about you is that your sperm count is lower when you breed a woman with small breasts than when you breed a woman with large breasts. The same data correlates with several other factors you've related in your post-breeding reports.

"Your sperm count is about average with blonde breeders, lower than average with breeders with black hair, and higher than average with breeders with brown or red hair. You apparently also favor breeders with fuller figures over slender figures.

"The many variations of male preferences have been documented by multiple studies, but it was never suspected those preferences would affect reproduction. What I believe is your brain subconsciously controls your sperm count based upon your evaluation of the breeder. It's probably a vestige of instinct from the early days of man and would ensure the variability of the gene pool.

"Now, we find ourselves in the position of requiring rapid population growth while still maintaining variability in the gene pool. To accomplish that goal, we need to have impregnation rates in the order of at least eighty percent. The only way to do that is a controlled study to determine if sperm count is truly affected by the attractiveness of the breeder to the sire. I want you to be part of that study."

Danny couldn't see how any study could be much different than what he was already doing. It would probably be more interesting than just breeding a different breeder every four days.

He shrugged.

"I guess I can. What do I have to do?"

Regina smiled.

"I hoped you'd say yes. Here is the plan I've laid out.

Regina's plan didn't sound any different than what he'd already been doing, and that's what he told Regina. She smiled again.

"Breeder selection is the real difference. Each week, I'll give you the applications of six breeders along with a picture of them both clothed and nude. You'll choose the breeder you prefer from those six. The other five will be matched with other sires just as happens today."

Regina pursed her lips then.

"Danny, there is one other change of which you need to be aware. Sociologists have been concerned about the feasibility of children being raised only by breeders. As part of this study, each of the breeders will stay with us until they give birth. Once you've bred all twenty, you'll be able to choose which breeder you'd like to breed again even if she's already pregnant.

Danny chuckled.

"It sounds like you're going to give me a harem to take care of."

Regina grinned.

"In some respects that is what it is. After she gives birth, those breeders and their children will stay with us to be bred again, this time as you see fit. In this way we can correlate your initial after-breeding report results with the breedings in subsequent years. You'll have your choice of breeder, your choice of the timing, and of course, her acceptance to be bred again by you."

Danny smiled.

"That might be nice, but I don't think twenty women and their children are going to fit in my room."

Regina waved her hands.

"No, they won't, but they will fit in the house that's nearly finished. The house is being built a hundred kilometers from the city limits on one of the auto-farms. We felt that it would be easier for you and the breeders and their children to develop relationships if the setting was of a more private nature."

When Danny saw what Regina had called the breeding study house, he was amazed at how much she'd understated the size. It wasn't a house. It was a mansion. On one wing of the first floor was a dining room with several tables that Danny figured would sit at least sixty people. The center part of the house was a huge living area with couches and chairs for at least a hundred people. These were arranged in groups around the twenty televisions that lined the walls. On the other wing of the house was the kitchen and quarters for the twenty service people who would do the cooking, cleaning, and grounds work.

The second floor consisted of twenty-three apartments, each with a small living area, two bedrooms and a bath. One of those apartments would be Danny's and across the hall was a breeding room. Unlike the breeding rooms at the W R E breeding center, this one was equipped with video cameras located to provide six different views of the breeding bed. Regina said her apartment would be adjacent to the breeding room.

The third floor was a small functioning hospital that would be mainly used as a maternity hospital with two examination rooms, two labor rooms, two delivery rooms and two operating rooms along with living quarters for three doctors -- a general practitioner, an obstetrician, a surgeon, and six nurses. Their quarters were also on the third floor. Regina told Danny the hospital was equipped to handle almost any emergency though it's primary function would be as a birthing center.

A week later, the new location was complete with a small staff, and Danny and Regina moved in. That afternoon, Regina brought six folders to Danny.

"These are the first group. What I want you to do is look at them all, and record what you think on a form that is the same form as the new after-breeding report.

Then, select the breeder you like best and I'll have her moved here. She'll be ready to breed anytime in the next six days, so you have some time to decide."

After dinner, Danny sat down with the folders and read all the applications. The applications were somewhat different than the applications he'd read before. The applications he was used to only contained height and weight along with a psychiatrist's evaluation of the breeder and a picture of the breeder's face. The new applications included a lot more physical data such as body measurements along with a statement by the breeder of her expectations from the program. There were also four pictures included, two of the breeder's full body, dressed and in frontal and profile views, and two of the breeder nude in the same poses.

The other difference was the breeders were identified by breeder number as had always been the case, but this time, each breeder was also identified by a first name. Danny found knowing the first name of the breeders was somehow comforting. He'd never known that information before and all breeders were told not to tell him their name.

Danny didn't pay much attention to the written part of the applications. Instead, he spread all the pictures out on his desk so he could compare them. He was surprised by two things.

There was a huge difference in how he saw each breeder when she was dressed versus when she was nude. When the breeder was dressed, his attention was drawn to her face and hair. When she was nude, his attention was drawn to her breasts, waist, hips, and legs. He found that with some of the six, he was attracted to the face of a breeder, but not to her body, and sometimes it was the other way around. Only one seemed to be attractive both ways, a blonde named Barbara.

Barbara had a face that pleased him, and although her breasts weren't especially large and her hips weren't as wide as some, he found himself comparing all the other pictures to the pictures of her.

He hadn't expected that to happen. What he'd expected was that he'd be attracted to more than one and would have to choose between them. When Danny filled out the selection form, he rated the women honestly, and even though some of their scores were higher than Barbara's, he still checked the box on her form as the breeder he'd selected.

When Danny gave the folders back to Regina, she looked at his evaluations and the check mark on Barbara's form, but only said, "I'll have her here in two days. She'll be ready to breed two days after that."

It felt odd to meet Barbara and to get to know her during the two days before the scheduled breeding. Before, Danny had only had a few minutes with a breeder before beginning the breeding process. He wasn't certain how to act, and he thought Barbara was a little confused as well. It was like when he was in high school and on a first date with a girl.

After dinner the first night, he was more comfortable with her and she with him. After dinner the second night, Danny found himself liking Barbara. She was intelligent and had a sense of humor. The next afternoon, he enjoyed breeding Barbara because of that feeling. It was different, somehow, and Danny liked the difference.

Over the rest of the week, they met for dinner and by the time Regina brought him the next six folders, they were talking about what they liked and didn't like and what their thoughts were about the future.

From the next set of six breeders, Danny selected Jessica, a breeder with the skin tone that told him she was Hispanic, very large breasts, and wide hips. Danny selected her mostly because she looked very confident in both the pictures of her dressed and nude. He found she was indeed confident when they talked over the next two days. Breeding Jessica was also a pleasure for Danny because she was as confident about being bred as she was in her pictures. Her favorite position was riding him, and he had to concentrate on not cumming before she did. After she came, she pressed her big breasts into his chest and sighed, "I want to do this again."

The conditions of Danny's contract with the W R E made that impossible until he'd bred all twenty breeders for the study, but he wondered if the second time might be better than the first. He talked to Regina about that when they had his post-breeding session. Regina asked him the questions she always asked and Danny gave her the answers. When she finished filling out the form, Regina asked Danny if he had anything to add.

Danny frowned.
To be continued in part 2, Based on the works of ron de, in 2 parts, for Literotica

By Quinn_McMullen. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Story Recap

I’m

On

Hannah,

As I sat with Hannah at dinner, I had so many questions I wanted to ask her, but she started off.

She looked me in the eye, "So you're what? Twenty two? Twenty three?

"Twenty two."

"I'm twenty one. So, I have to say that I am not normally that aggressive. I don't know what came over me."

"I thought it was wonderful."

Hannah

"I

Hannah

"Maybe you're comfortable with me. I hope, anyway?"

She

"Hannah,

"See, that's the thing. I've never really been all that self-confident. Certainly not when it comes to sex."

"How much sex have you,” I stopped myself. “I’m sorry. That’s not polite for me to ask.”

"No,

“Sterling?” I was puzzled.

“Sterling

"I

"Same here. I hope you didn't mind."

"Do

Hannah smiled, "Well you tried out something you learned. Did you rub my g spot?"

"Yeah. It was all wrinkly." I added. “Nothing like a good hands-on lab project.”

"I was already cumming and then that sent me into orbit. Holy shit." Hannah exclaimed.

"As an observer, that was pretty cool. I obviously ‘pressed your button’, right?” I gloated.

"Observer?

"I did." I proudly admitted.

"That was quite creative." She marveled.

"Thanks." I grinned.

We ate in silence for several minutes. It wasn't the least bit awkward though.

Hannah

I stopped eating, "You're right. I don't know very much about you, but it's like I've known you a long time."

She nodded and continued eating. Another minute of silence passed.

I reached out and touched her hand, "Do you believe in fate?"

"I haven't given it much thought." She wondered where this was going.

"I

"Look it, Dan. I'm not a religious person. I'm sure there is a perfectly good probability that that would happen."

I nodded, "Okay, but the odds are not that high."

"That

She was right, but the thought was disappointing. I pulled my hand back.

Hannah grabbed my hand, "Dan, I feel like I just burst a bubble on you."

"Yeah. Maybe. A little. I had the thought that maybe someone was looking out for us and;"

"If

"Yeah."

To

Once outside, Hannah took my hand, "How should we decide who goes first?"

"I don't have a problem going first."

Hannah laughed, "I'm kind of excited. I've never seen a guy get himself off."

"I guess that's a reason Dr. Miller said we could have an observer."

I held the door for her when we got to her dorm. Inside her room I took off my jacket.

Hannah stopped to watch me, "This feels very clinical again. Could I undress you?"

"Sure."

Hannah

She pulled me to her bed, sat down, and pulled me down with her, "Much better."

We

After several minutes of necking I spoke into her mouth, "I think I'm ready."

"I feel something." She said with a horny wink. Her mix tape was now playing Rick Astley, singing ‘Never Gunna Give You Up’.

Hannah rolled off me and I stood up. I pulled my shirt off and dropped my jeans, standing there in my partially tented boxers.

"Ready?"

She

Hannah stood up, "I think I promised to let you see me naked to help get you aroused."

"You did." I recalled.

"Why don't you sit on the bed and let me give you something to get aroused about."

I

She

She placed her hands on the wall to balance herself and then placed her foot on my cock, "Let me rub that for you."

I

I

Hannah stepped back on the floor and removed her bra and panties, "Sorry, I'm not very creative with a strip tease."

"I appreciate the creativity" I encouraged her.

"Thanks. How about if I just stand here in all my nakedness?"

"That works."

I

She smiled, "I'm observing."

I laughed.

Hannah

"Oh. Okay."

I

Hannah said, "I can provide some saliva." She leaned forward dribbled some spit on the head of my cock.

I smiled, "That's helpful."

"But probably not enough." She grabbed my stroke hand and placed her mouth on my cock, sucking away.

"I think that defeats the purpose of the assignment."

She came off for a moment, "I don't care."

Hannah

When

"Oh god, Hannah. Hannah. Cumming. I'm cumming." The stereo rumbled; “Shout, shout, let it all out”.

Everything

Suddenly my cock was beyond sensitive, "Please." I released my knees and held her face, "Please."

"Stop?" She asked for clarification.

"Yes."

Hannah

She

"Wow, Does it ever." I blurted out.

"Your whole body was shaking." She told me.

"Thank you, Hannah. That was amazing. If you let me recover for a couple minutes, I would love to return the favor."

"Offer accepted," Hannah said as she swung her leg over me and stared kissing me again.

After a few minutes of necking I was ready to go, "Why don't you lie back and see what I can do for you."

Something

Her

I looked up at Hannah. Her eyes were locked in on me.

She whispered, "Maybe not straight, constant licking. Ease up a little from time to time so I don't get numb."

I followed her advice. Eurythmics was filling the room with a hypnotic spell from ‘Sweet Dreams Are Made of These.’

Hannah

"Ah."

Then Hannah wrapped her legs around my head and began bucking her hips. I took this as some kind of signal to stop.

Slowly her body relaxed, "Oh my god. Dan, come up here."

I climbed up next to her.

"That was so nice. Let's climb in under the covers. I want to snuggle with you."

As I held her, I whispered, "I can see why people sleep with each other. This is cozy."

"Very cozy." I concurred.The mix tape faded to  Sinéad O'Connor sang ‘Nothing Compares 2 U.’  I faded to slumber.

As

When

After a bit of time, Hannah stirred.

She rolled over, "Good morning."

"Good morning, Hannah."

"Is this one of those mythical morning woodies?"

"Not mythical. I wake up with one on a regular basis."

"So, it isn't because of me."

"No, but I have to say that sleeping with you is just short of heavenly."

"Agreed. Shall we start our day?"

"I could use a shower."

"So could I. I wish I could take one with you, but the other girls on the floor might be either offended or jealous."

Over breakfast, Hannah asked, "So, what do you think about Elizabeth Bennet?"

"Elizabeth Bennet? Do I know her?"

"From Pride and Prejudice?"

"Oh.

"Things were not good for women back in jolly old England. I think that's the 1800s. Or anywhere else for that matter."

"She

Hannah smiled, "Thanks. And you're still early in the book. What do you think of Jane Austen's writing?"

"Love it. So lyrical."

On Friday afternoon, we finally got around to conducting our masturbation assignment. Here is what I wrote for Dr. Miller:

My observer was Hannah. She was also my partner as you will see.

I

Once

Hannah

Unlike a regular orgasm, this was much more of a whole-body orgasm. The shaking lasted as long as Hannah rubbed my prostate.

Afterwards

Here is Hannah's submission:

I

After

My

My

It

We

We both got an 'A' for the assignment. Dr. Miller wrote on mine, "I'm so happy for both of you."

Attempting

As

On Monday morning as we sat down to our breakfast, I decided I wanted to make our relationship something more.

"I got a question for you, Hannah."

"The answer is no."

"I haven't asked it yet."

"But I know what you're going to ask and the answer is no." She insisted.

Does she really know what I was going to ask?

She touched my hand, "Dan, please don't be hurt. You were going to ask if we could start dating. Right?"

"Yeah. How did you know that?" I was stunned.

"Because

"Yeah."

"Okay,

I wasn't liking this idea and my face probably showed.

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"I'm graduating. What if I get a job far away?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get there."

Hannah's request to limit our time together made logical sense, but emotionally it was killing me.

On Tuesday, I took my seat next to Hannah in class. I hadn't seen her since breakfast on Monday.

I asked, "How ya doing'?"

"Good. You?"

"I'm okay."

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She looked around, "Good. While we're discussing Latin, who knows the word for oral sex with a penis? Debbie?"

"Fellatio."

"Yes."

"Returning

She looked at her notebook, "Three minutes for men and four minutes for women."

"And from that we concluded? Dave?"

"That guys needed to spend more time getting the woman ready."

"Thank you. I would suggest that cunnilingus might be the perfect way to prepare your partner. Carlos, are we ready?"

Our film projectionist in the back of the room said, "Yes."

"Sam, the lights please."

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"I'm a little embarrassed to ask this, but what if we do stink?"

"Soap and water. No, seriously, having your lover help you bathe can be very sensual."

"But if we're in the dorm."

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She had a shit-eating grin, "I'm looking forward to this."

"So am I."

She reached over and touched my hand, "I think I hurt your feelings earlier."

"You were just being truthful." I tried to reciprocate her empathy.

"I had an idea just as class was starting. How about if we were to treat our sex assignment days like a date?"

I nodded, "That's a nice compromise."

"So, today for example, we can go on a date and then afterwards we work on our assignment."

"Okay." I was starting to feel a lot better.

Hannah looked around. Everyone was filing out, "I had another thought."

I nodded.

"I

I was surprised and it must have shown on my face.

Hannah laughed, "I have a good reason. I hope you will consider it too. I don't want to get a disease and give it to you."

"I hadn't thought of that, but you're right.” I said. “I don't want to give you a disease either."

"So, we're kind of going steady, but we're not. I know that doesn't make any sense."

"But

She nodded and pressed her lips together. I don't think she thought of that possibility.

Dr. Miller came over to us, "This looks like a deep conversation."

Hannah explained, "We're trying to figure out our relationship."

She smiled, "The hard stuff. Have you decided anything?"

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"Do you have a razor I could use?"

"In the medicine cabinet."

I made sure to get rid of my struggling attempt at a beard, and any stubble before she got back.

When she returned, the first thing I noticed was her sexy outfit. She was wearing a skimpy halter top and hot pants. I whistled.

“I still love going to the disco” she blushed.  The first thing she noticed was my baby-soft cheeks.

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By Quinn_McMullen for Literotica.

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By Quinn_McMullen. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was Chicago, in the mid 1980s. Those were very different times. Fashion and language were different. Technology was quite different. We didn't have the internet, and cable television was just becoming widespread. Pubic hair was uncut & often not trimmed.. The only sexual fear for straight people was getting pregnant; and the pill mostly took care of that.

I was a senior and I needed both a literature class and social science class to complete my general education requirements to graduate. Because of my class standing, I was finally going to be able to register early in the cycle. I filled out several possible registration cards, and waited dutifully in the line. When I got to the registration window, I was pleasantly surprised to find that S O C 3 69 Human Sexuality was still open. I registered for the class and hoped it was everything the rumors made it out to be.

As the Spring Semester started, I tried to find out if I knew anyone in S O C 3 69. None of my engineering classmates were interested. And I was disappointed to find that none of my female friends had registered for it either. It had the potential to be less than fun. But I remembered the stories about the course lots of discussion of sex, sex, and sex. It couldn't be that bad.

The class was scheduled for Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. The first class was on a Thursday and I arrived ten minutes early for the first class. The room was already packed. On the front desk were two piles of papers with a sign that said, "Take one of each." One was the syllabus and the other was a list of assignments with details and due dates.

I looked around the packed room and saw a seat next to a pretty blonde. "Is this seat taken?"

"It looks like it's perfect for you." She chuckled.

I held out my hand, "Hi, I'm Dan."

She smiled sweetly, "I'm Hannah."

A woman in her forties entered the room and began walking around talking to students. I assumed this was the famous Dr. Miller. She was tall and thin with a nice figure. She was professionally dressed in a skirt, blouse, and blazer. The skirt came to just above the knee and showed some shapely, bare legs. She started working the room.

When she got to us, she said, "Hannah, good to see you again. Did you have a good winter break?"

"I did Dr. Miller."

Dr. Miller turned to me and extended her hand, "A new person in my class."

I stuck out my hand, "Pleased to meet you Dr. Miller. Dan McDevitt."

"A senior. Mechanical engineering major. Wow! I'm impressed." She chuckled at herself, "I try to learn about my students beforehand. It isn't hard if you actually care about people." She looked at her watch, "Show time."

Dr. Miller walked to the front of the room, "Let's get started. My name is Dr. Shannon Miller. This class is S O C 3 69, Human Sexuality. If you aren't registered, you will have to leave. No auditing."

Two guys got up and headed toward the door.

She continued, "It isn't that I want to be a hard ass, but if I didn't have that limitation, this place would be standing room only. If you are curious how the course was numbered, I asked for it and there was no objection until I was teaching it for three semesters. By then it was too late to change it."

There were some scattered laughs and giggles.

"We'll skip the usual introductions. I think I know everyone. If you don't know your classmates, I think you will quickly learn about them."

"As the title suggests, this is a course in human sexuality. I must tell you that this class will get very graphic at times. We will examine the wide range of human sexual activity, from straight sex to some of the kinkiest stuff you can imagine. This may be uncomfortable for some of you. As a class, we can overcome this discomfort by keeping our minds open, being respectful of each other, and sharing our thoughts. Given the number of smiles, that sounds like what a lot of you signed up for.

"I expect everyone to act as an adult. I don't want to hear titters and I don't want to hear anyone shaming anyone else. Respect is our watch word. If you cannot act as a mature adult and show respect to everyone in the room, then I will ask you to leave. If you do not voluntarily leave, I will have campus security remove you. I don't fuck around with any of that. And yes, I have a potty mouth. I want everyone to feel safe here. This class is like Las Vegas. If someone shares some intimate part of their life, I expect it to stay in this room. Am I clear?

Dr. Miller looked each of us in the eye, "Good. Does anyone want to leave?" Again she looked around.

"Very well. I will also use a lot of visual aids photos and film. This is not pornography. Since this is a liberal arts college, I am a strong believer that this is a time for you to explore and learn about yourself. I cannot require that you engage in sexual activity. That would be unethical and for many people, immortal. I will provide alternative assignments that you are free to undertake. In the assignment sheet I provide details on how you can fulfill both regular and alternative assignments. For example, after today's class, you may decide to experiment with self-love. Essentially, in the privacy of your room you can masturbate and then report on your observations. If you would like to have an observer present, that is also an option. Any questions?"

"Seeing none, we'll get started." She went to the front of the class and pulled down a screen. She flipped on an overhead projector and placed a slide on it, "So here is a very simple question: Why do we want to have sex? Danielle."

"Because it makes us feel good."

"Yes, it does. Brian."

"We have a drive to reproduce."

Dr. Miller walked to the side of the room, "One of our strongest instincts. Sarah."

"Because we are attracted to the other person and we want to be intimate with them."

"Ah. Intimacy. Another strong drive. Hannah."

"Orgasms."

Dr. Miller laughed, "Yes. The elephant in the room. Today we will discuss orgasms." She put up another slide, "So what is the average time it takes for a man to reach orgasm if he is masturbating? Dan."

"Five minutes."

"Not that long. Greg?"

"Four?"

"Almost. Rich?"

He laughed, "Maybe three?"

"Good guess! Three minutes. So how long does it take a woman to reach orgasm if she is masturbating? Bridget?"

"I'm guessing. Four minutes?"

"Yes, good guess. So what can we conclude from those two numbers. Elizabeth."

"That men and women are pretty close to having the same sexual response if they are stimulated properly."

"Excellent! If you are gay, lesbian, or a virgin, you don't have to answer this next question. By a show of hands, how many of you know that your partner reaches orgasm during straight sex? Penis in vagina sex."

Of the 25 people in the room, about 18 hands went up.

"Please leave your hands up. We have ten men and eight women. Now, how many of You reach orgasm during straight sex?"

All the men left their hands up, but only one woman left their hand up."

"Very interesting. So ladies, the men think you are having an orgasm when you really aren't. Am I reading that correctly?"

Several female heads were nodding.

"Why is that? Hannah."

"We fake it."

Dr. Miller shook her head, "We fake it. That's kind of sad. Why? Rich."

"The woman doesn't want to make us feel bad."

"Yeah. Studies have shown that men's egos are easily bruised when it comes to sex. Some women also want to boost their partner's ego. Why else? Anne."

"To get it over with."

There was laughter around the room.

Dr. Miller continued, "You laugh, but I think Anne is not making that up." Anne shook her head. "I think you will find that sometimes straight sex is not pleasant for many women, mostly because their male partner doesn't know what they're doing."

"Anyone else? Roxane."

"To avoid being shamed and being thought to be frigid."

"That is a big one. By the way, no woman is frigid. That is a myth developed by men to compensate for their poor sexual performance. One last item. Sometimes a woman fakes an orgasm for non-sexual reasons such as trying to cement a relationship, become someone's girlfriend or fiancée. Questions or comments?"

Dr. Miller looked around the room, "I find all this very interesting. Gentlemen, do you know how to tell if your partner is actually having an orgasm or faking it?"

I shook my head. I thought I knew, but now I had my doubts. I looked around and the other guys looked just as puzzled.

Dr. Miller said, "Don't be embarrassed guys. You've taken the first step to becoming a much better lover. Carlos, are you ready?"

I just realized that there was a guy at the back of the room manning a film projector, "Yes, Dr. Miller."

She pointed to a guy near the door, "Sam?" He nodded. "Yes, Sam. Can you hit the lights?"

Sam killed the lights and a film began to roll.

The title flashed up, "Orgasmic Response in Human Females." The first scene had a bunch of co-eds walking and talking on a college campus somewhere. A female narrator said, "One of the most misunderstood aspects of human sexuality is the orgasmic response of human females. This film will briefly examine this topic."

The scene changed to a couple making out. "It should be noted that approximately five to ten percent of women are incapable of having an orgasm. This is often due to some physical limitation."

A graphic came up, "There are two types of female orgasm: vaginal and clitoral. The first, vaginal orgasm, is described by women as starting deeper in their body and elicits a full body response. These types of orgasms are caused by objects in the vagina stimulating the walls, Gräfenberg spot or G spot, and cervix."

An anatomical diagram came up. "The G spot is located on the anterior wall of the vagina. When a woman is standing, it can be thought of as the upper side of the vagina." A red arrow pointed to a spot on the diagram, "In its relaxed state, the G spot is smooth. As a woman becomes more aroused, it becomes wrinkled. The G spot is best stimulated digitally with one or two fingers using a 'come hither' motion."

A photo of a woman's vulva came on the screen, "Clitoral orgasms have a more localized reaction and are caused by stimulation of the clitoris and clitoral hood area." Red arrows appeared on the screen, "Clitoral orgasms are more intense, but are shorter in duration than a vaginal orgasm.

"There are several signs that a woman is experiencing an orgasm. Please note that not all women display all these signs."

A photo of a light skinned vulva was displayed, "First, blood will rush to a woman's skin and in light skinned women, this will be seen as flushed skin. Blood will also rush to a woman's clitoris, vulva, and vagina. Often the clitoris will become engorged with blood and may extend out of the clitoral hood."

The screen shifted to a photo of a lovely pair of breasts with large, erect nipples, "Second, a woman's nipples will be erect. Most women experience pleasure when their nipples are stimulated either orally or manually. Although not all women experience hard nipples during an orgasm, most do. Typically a woman's nipples are hard, erect, and sensitive. In all cases, an orgasm will increase a woman's heart rate. Often to between 160 and 210 beats per minute.

"Let's observe an actual female orgasm. This will be a clitoral orgasm."

The screen shifted to a camera angle that was directly between a young, naked woman's legs. She had a nice bush, but her labia were shaved. The focus was on her vulva, but the rest of her body was visible in soft focus. She was small-breasted and had applied a small vibrator directly to her clit. Her vagina was slightly open and juices ran across her perineum.

"This woman's orgasm is about to begin. I direct your attention to her vaginal opening, her anus, her nipples, and her face."

The woman began panting, her eyes closed, and her mouth took on the classic O shape. Her pelvic muscles began rhythmically contracting and you could clearly see her vagina and anus pulsing out a steady rhythm. Her nipples were hard and she reached up and pulled hard on one of them.

"During her orgasm, all her focus is on the stimulation being directed to her clitoris. She is unaware that her breathing has increased and her eyes are closed. Most women are incapable of vocalizing anything during orgasm. It should be noted that after orgasm, a woman's clitoris is very sensitive."

"Now let's observe a vaginal orgasm."

Once again, the screen was filled with a woman's vulva. Someone was fucking her with a smooth dildo. The angle was upward, striking the top of her vagina. She was rolling both her nipples.

"Once again, this woman's orgasm is about to begin. Observe her vagina, nipples, and face."

As the orgasm began, her eyes practically popped out of her head. She let out a long groan, mouth open. You could see her vagina contracting on the dildo. She came for probably about a half a minute. And then the film was over.

Dr. Miller said, "Sam, can you flip on the lights? So what did we observe? Dan."

"In both cases, the woman's vagina was contracting. On the first one, so was her anus."

"Good observation. Actually, her anus was contracting on the second one, but your view was blocked. I don't want to say every time since life has no absolutes, but in at least 999 times out of a thousand, the woman's pelvic muscles will contract during orgasm. Those contractions affect both the vagina and the anus. What else? Sam."

"Neither woman was talking or saying anything."

"Let me ask one of our female colleagues why. Hannah."

"Because you are completely focused on the pleasure. When you're cumming, you don't have to or want to say a thing."

"Great point. A sure-fire way to know a woman is faking an orgasm is that she is very vocal. Some of you look surprised. Gents, how many of you say something when you're ejaculating?" She looked around, "No one. Why is that? Dave."

"My mind focuses on what's happening with my cock."

There was some laughter.

Dr. Miller said, "A little crude, but I like that term   cock." She said it again with emphasis, "Cock. What else did you observe about the orgasms? Brian."

"Dr. Miller, with the second one, I think that was a dildo, the dildo was at a different angle like it was hitting the top of her vagina instead of going all the way in."

"Excellent. The narrator mentioned something called the Gräfenberg spot or G spot. That is on the roof of the vagina and the dildo was striking it. Is anyone familiar with the g spot? Roxane."

"My boyfriend took your class last semester. He loves to rub mine."

"Who's your boyfriend?"

"Andy."

"I'm glad to hear my class has had a positive impact on your life."

"Life changing Dr. Miller. Mind-blowing."

Dr. Miller chuckled, "We'll learn more about the g spot next class. Carlos, are you ready with the next film?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Sam, if you please."

The lights went out and the screen lit up. "Orgasmic Response in Human Males".

The screen was filled with four guys in athletic attire walking across a field. A man began narrating, "This film will examine the orgasmic response in human males. Ejaculation is often associated with orgasm in males. While these events often occur simultaneously, they are distinct and separate events. Orgasm is characterized by pelvic contractions, intense pleasure, and release. Ejaculation is the expulsion of semen from the penis. While rare, some men can experience non-ejaculatory orgasms."

The screen was filled with side-by-side pictures of penises, one uncircumcised and the other circumcised. "While each penis is different, they come in two distinct varieties, circumcised and uncircumcised. A circumcised penis has had the foreskin surgically removed. The absence of the foreskin has no impact on a male's ability to reach orgasm."

There was a close-up of a penis head. "The glans is the most sensitive area." A red arrow appeared, "The crown of the glans or the edge is filled with countless nerve endings." Another arrow appeared, "The frenulum is another sensitive area."

Now there was an anatomy diagram, "The prostate gland is another source of pleasure. It can be accessed directly through the anus or massaged by pressing on the perineum."

"Let's observe an ejaculatory orgasm brought on by masturbation."

The screen was filled with a guy stroking his erection. He had his legs up so that his ass was visible. I was surprised that they selected a smaller than average cock. Then I remembered that this was an academic film and not pornography.

"This man has been manually stimulating his penis. His orgasm is about to begin. Observe the pelvic contractions seen at the base of his shaft and at the anus."

Sure enough, there were the contractions and almost simultaneously he let loose a string of cum that shot out of the picture.

"Oh!" Several of my classmates responded.

Two more shots of lesser amounts came forth. He stopped stroking, "The penis becomes very sensitive after orgasm and often cannot be touched."

The screen shifted to another erection. This time a man was prone with his feet either side of his ass, "This man has manually brought himself to the edge of orgasm. A partner will now digitally stimulate his prostate."

The guy stopped stroking and what looked like a female hand probed his asshole. She slipped two lubed fingers in and began moving.

"The prostate is a walnut sized gland located on the anterior wall of the rectum. This man's orgasm is about to begin. Once again, observe the contractions at the base of his penile shaft and anus."

The contractions began and this time the guy shot his load onto his chest. Four shots total. I was really surprised to learn that you could cum by not touching your cock.

Dr. Miller said, "Lights, please."

The lights came back on, "So what did we observe? Elizabeth."

"Both men and women have pelvic contractions when they come."

"That's interesting, isn't it. Later in class we will examine how to extend orgasmic response in both men and women. Brad."

"Dr. Miller, the whole prostate thing is cool. I didn't know I had that.'

She laughed, "All part of the price of admission. Roxane."

"The cut versus uncut part. My boyfriend is uncut and he says it gives him a distinct advantage."

"Tell Andy to stop by my office and I'll reduce his grade from last semester." Everybody laughed. "He knows better than that. Anything else? Sarah."

"Do we know how much a guy shoots when he cums?"

"I direct your attention to two rock bands   the Loving Spoonful and 10CC. Both named after the amount of fluid a man ejaculates. That makes it easy to remember. Our time is almost up. For homework, you have two options. You can do an analysis of today's class and provide reading notes from the textbook. There is an outline on what that entails in the assignment sheet. If you would like to submit an alternative assignment in lieu of an analysis, also see the assignment sheet. Remember, I can't require you to do anything sexual. If you choose the alternative assignment, I would like you to masturbate and write a short essay answering the questions in the prompt. You should review the questions before you masturbate so you will be looking for the answers. If you choose to have an observer with you, you will want to include their observations with yours. See you next Tuesday."

The woman next to me, Hannah, turned to me, "What do you think?" She had a very pretty face. Her blonde hair framed her face. Her big, blue eyes were warm and kind.

I smiled at her, "I've already learned so much."

"Did you look at these assignments?"

"No."

"Several of them require a partner. Do you have a girlfriend?"

Cool. "No. Would you like to be my partner for some of these?"

Hannah blushed, "If you told me yesterday that I would be having this conversation with a total stranger I wouldn't have believed you. Yes, Dan the total stranger, I would like to be your partner." She smiled.

I decided I needed to keep this conversation going, "Hannah, do you have anything after this?"

"No."

"Maybe you'd like to do something together so we aren't total strangers."

Hannah smiled, "That's a good idea. Are you hungry?"

"Sure. A little. Where would you like to go?"

"Cafeteria is closed. Maybe get some coffee at the coffee shop?"

I nodded, "Can I drop off my books?"

"Good idea. Where's your dorm?"

"Carroll Hall."

"That's cool. I'm in Caroline Hall on the same block. Maybe I can leave my stuff in your room and we can come back and get it later."

"Good idea."

I followed Hannah out the door, checking out her figure on the way. She wasn't a knockout, but she had a very balanced body. Her breasts provided a lovely curve to her t-shirt and her hips had just the right amount of flare. Her ass had that classic feminine curve that I adored.

She turned and waited for me outside the door, "What are you majoring in, Dan?"

"Mechanical engineering. You?"

We started bundling up for the frigid weather, "Sociology. I've had Dr. Miller twice before. That's how I got into the class. I'd bet that Roxane and I are the only juniors."

It was a clear, brisk, January day with a biting north wind. There was an inch or so of snow on the grass. We both bundled up and headed toward my dorm. I tried to talk, but the wind took my breath away. Hannah looked to have the same problem.

Finally, we tucked inside my residence hall.

I said, "I'm on the second floor."

"Maybe we should just make coffee here rather than brave that wind again."

I shook my head, "Don't have a coffee maker."

Hannah smiled, "I have one. We can go to my room."

We dropped off my books and then proceeded to Hannah's room, cutting through a building along the way to cut down our outside time. Hannah's room was on the third floor. Like me, she had a single occupancy.

I sat down at her desk while she made coffee.

"So Dan, you don't have a girlfriend now, but you've had one."

"Oh, yes. I went with Lisa McDonald for most of the fall semester. Do you know her?"

"No. What happened?"

"She graduated in December and got a job out in California. Haven't heard from her since finals."

Since there was only one chair, Hannah came over and sat on the bed across from me, "That sucks."

I shrugged, "It's okay. It probably wasn't going to last anyway. How about you? Anyone special?"

"I went with Jeff Blankenship for a week, back in November."

"I know Jeff. He's a mechanical engineer too."

"Well, he had a very mechanical approach to our relationship. No pun intended. He's pretty demanding too. Wanted me to wear skimpy outfits. Wanted to fuck all the time. I usually told him no, no, and no. The one time we had sex, it was very mechanical. We didn't last long. Not exactly a very caring guy."

"Sorry about that."

She looked at me funny, "You didn't do anything."

"It was a sympathy gesture. But, I'm a man and I feel like I need to apologize for my entire sex. Especially after what I learned today."

"Class was pretty interesting.” Hannah agreed; “I kept thinking about being the woman having an orgasm on camera. To have my lady parts being seen in all of Dr. Miller's classes."

"It's more than just Dr. Miller.” I surmised. “That film looked like it was produced somewhere else and she just happens to have a copy."

"Wow! Even better." Hannah squeezed her knees together as she said.

"So, you wouldn’t like to have been the woman in the film?"

"Part of me would,” She admitted with a giggle. ”I think I have a little bit of an exhibitionist streak. Seems so naughty. Do you think that's bad?"

"No. You probably wear bikinis in the summer, right?"

"Oh, yeah. I have some very small bikinis. It is a real turn on to watch how guys react to me. I'm such a tease and I enjoy being a tease. I hope you don't hate me for that."

I laughed, "Some guys might, but I enjoy looking."

Hannah got up, "What do you put in your coffee?"

"Just milk, or creamer."

She poured the coffee and prepped mine, "Dan?"

"Yes, Hannah."

"I think you and I have to agree that everything we share is just between us. And just like in the class, we are going to treat each other with respect and not shame each other."

I took the coffee cup from her, "I absolutely agree. I imagine some of the things we share may be kinky."

She nodded, "Here's the first soul-baring moment. Ready?"

I nodded.

 "Having the guys at the beach or at the pool see me in my tiny bikini, gets me wet. Sometimes I go to the ladies room so I can rub an orgasm out."

I nodded, "Will I get to see you in a bikini some day?"

She smiled coyly, "I hope so, but let's get some warmer weather first. Did you read this first alternative assignment?"

"No. What's it say?" My interest perked up.

"It says you can either masturbate alone, or have an observer. Would you like to be my observer?" She said, coyly.

"I assume you would observe me as well,” I suspected.

"Seems only fair." She grinned.

I nodded, "Okay. That's a deal. What else?"

"We have to comment on how we got ourselves aroused, how we brought ourselves to orgasm, what we felt during the orgasm, what did the observer see, and what happened afterwards. Doesn't sound that hard." She said with perhaps more confidence than I had.

"No. Sounds very fun." I bluffed.

Hannah had gotten up and moved to her closet, for no apparent reason. She paused, then with her back to me, she asked; "Here's a very private question that you don't have to answer if you don't want to.” She paused then asked; “How do you get yourself aroused before masturbating?"

I chuckled, "No laughing now. I have a Playboy magazine I look at. I look at the naked women. I know that really women aren't like that, but it gets me hard. How about you?"

Hannah came and sat on the bed again with her coffee. She blushed a deep red.

Sensing her discomfort, I assured her again; "I will never tell anyone. Promise."

"Have you seen Breakfast Club?"

I nodded.

"I imagine being with John Bender, the Judd Nelson character."

"So, you like the bad boys."

"I imagine being Molly Ringwald when she kisses him. Then I imagine taking him home with me. Getting naked with him. Running my fingers through his chest hair. Touching his penis. Sucking his penis. God, that makes me wet just thinking about it." Hannah averted her eyes, "I would never want to be with a bad boy, but it is so damn titillating to me."

We both fell silent for several moments. Hannah looked up at me, "Rather than looking at a Playboy, would you prefer to look at a real live naked girl? I'm not Playboy material, but I'm real."

"You?" I was shocked.

She nodded, "I can't believe I'm offering that."

I went for it. “Hannah, I'm not Judd Nelson, but you could kiss me. You already took me home with you. I'm real too. You can get me naked. I've got a lot of chest hair. I have a penis too!"

We both laughed.

Hannah took a sip of her coffee, "Is that a deal. Dan?"

"Yes. Hell yes." I said with a beet red face.

"I'm scared to death." Hannah admitted.

"I understand that, Hannah, but aren’t you also a bit uh, well; horny, just talking about it? We don't have to do anything. We can call the whole thing off if you want."

"That's not it. This just seems so clinical."

Silence hung between us for a while. We continued drinking our coffee.

I had a thought, "We just need to get comfortable being around each other. I have some homework to do. It isn't due until Monday, but how about if I go get my work and we could study together."

"That's a good idea. I'll bring my stuff and we can study in your room."

"Okay."

I finished my coffee and we got bundled up again.

As we were walking down the hall, Hannah took my hand, "I hope you don't mind."

I looked over at her and smiled, "That's a very good start."

We went down the stairs holding hands. As we emerged into the lobby, Hannah asked, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

I stopped, took both her hands, and looked down into her eyes, "No." I hesitated for effect, "I think you're beautiful."

"Really?"

I nodded, resolutely. Hannah grabbed both sides of my face, went on tiptoes, and kissed me.

She eased off and looked up into my eyes, "That was nice. Not like Molly and Judd, but that was nice. Maybe better since it's real and not acting."

Hannah started walking again, and took my hand again. We passed through the door and into the cold.

She looked over at me, "Just to be fair, I think you're a really cute guy. I've never really known a redheaded guy. Redheaded girls, but not guys. When we'd shower in high school, I'd be jealous of their red pubic hair."

I laughed, "For some reason, in high school, the guys thought I should have dark pubes. They were typically pretty crude about my red pubes."

Hannah looked over at me, "As I was sitting there in the classroom before you came in, I was checking out the other guys. A couple of them seemed nice. Roxane had told me what was going to happen in the class, so I was checking all the guys out for partner potential. When you sat down next to me, I knew I wanted to ask you to be my partner."

"Wow! I'm honored."

"Roxane said she would lend me her boyfriend if I didn't like anyone, but that seemed really yucky."

"That does seem yucky." I agreed.

She pulled her hand away and stuffed it into her pocket, "No offense, but it's just so cold."

"No offense taken."

We cut through a dining hall and came through the other side.

"Sorry, it's too cold." Hannah ran ahead and waited for me inside the main door. She had a very cute way of running. I was enjoying being with this woman more and more.

When we got to my room she asked, "What do you need to work on?"

"I can read for my lit class or do thermo problems."

"Can we sit on your bed and read together?" She plotted.

"Sure." I grabbed a book from my desk, propped up a pillow, and sat slouching at the head of the bed. I left room so she could sit next to me.

"What are you reading?" She eventually asked.

"Pride and Prejudice." I admitted.

"I Love that story. Maybe we can talk about it as you get further into it."

"Love to." I accepted.

Hannah sat next to me shoulder-to-shoulder, and started reading.

After a few minutes, I realized she was looking at me and I turned to her, "What?"

She swung herself onto my lap, straddling me, "I'm being very forward, but I want to kiss you again." She was perched directly on top of my cock.

I set the book down and put my arms around her. Hannah brought her hands up and held my face. She started gently kissing me. I luxuriated in her soft lips.

Hannah spoke into my mouth, "I wouldn't be offended if you were to place your hands on my ass."

"Good to know."

I slid my hands down and cupped her ass cheeks. She groaned a little, then probed with her tongue. Soon we were exploring each other's mouth. I felt myself stiffening.

"I just realized that the way I'm sitting might be awkward. Am I hurting you?” She asked.

"I'm okay with it, if you're okay." This babe was really getting horny & fun.

"I feel something on my crotch. Something nice." She grinned.

"Yes. You are having that effect on me. Sometimes I would get embarrassed, but right now I hope you’re taking it as a sincere compliment?”

Hannah nodded and kept kissing. She ran her fingers through my hair and occasionally wiggled her hips. I soon had a solid erection.

She eased off and whispered into my mouth, "Are you hot? I'm hot."

She sat up and pulled her tee shirt over her head, then threw it across the room. She wore a white, underwire bra. She looked down at me with a shit-eating grin. The bra hooked in front and she quickly released it. In an instant her bare breasts were before me. They were well-shaped and not particularly large, but pert. Not a bit of sag. Quarter-sized areolae surrounded two erect nipples.

"Would you like to touch them?" She almost begged.

I put my hands up and cupped her breasts. I gently rolled her nipples and she closed her eyes.

"Would you like to suck on them?" She directed more than asked.

I leaned forward, with both arms around her waist, and took one nipple then the other into my mouth, gently sucking each one in turn. I continued moving back and forth. Hannah's head leaned back and she wrapped her hands behind my head, pressing my face to her breast.

"This is so nice." Hannah climbed off the bed. She kicked her shoes off and pulled her jeans off.

She stood there in a pair of white panties, "Can I take off your jeans?" She was definitely horny and moving things along.

I unbuckled my belt and had barely got my zipper down when she grabbed & started pulling them off me. I lifted my ass and my boxers ended up at my knees. Flat on my back, now; my erection hanging out for her viewing pleasure.

Hannah straddled my legs and got very close to my cock. She ran her fingers through my curly red pubic bush, "Oh, you're so nice! I love your red pubic hair. As a social scientist I note that you are circumcised and are probably slightly larger than average. Certainly larger than those two guys in the movie today."

She held my shaft up, leaned down some more, and took a long suck, "Oh, that's nice. I taste something."

"Probably some pre-cum." I surmised.

She looked closely at the head and milked a little fluid from me.

She scooped it up with a finger and rolled it between her thumb and forefinger, "That's right. This stuff is supposed to act as a lubricant. Slippery." She sucked her fingers, "Maybe a little sweet."

"Hannah, would you bring yourself up here, straddle my face, and let me lick you?"

"Only if you lose your shirt." She bargained. She really wanted us both buck naked right now!

I pulled my shirt off and Hannah stripped off her panties. I put a pillow under my head and her silky thighs landed on either side of my face. She had a trimmed blonde bush, shaped like a fan. Her clit was prominent at the top of her slit and her inner labia extended out a little. She had shaved her labia.

She looked down at me, "Sounds like you agree that we can save the homework assignment for later."

"Fully agree.” I said. “Absolutely!”

Hannah lowered her cunt onto my mouth and I began lapping at her opening, sucking in every drop of her nectar. When I touched my tongue to her clit, her hips started moving. I decided to just keep my tongue extended and let her pleasure herself. I reached up and started rolling her nipples. Hannah entwined her fingers in my hair, her eyes locked in on mine.

Back and forth she moved across my tongue. Her soft thighs moved against my cheeks. I made a note that I should make sure I shave off my scruffy beard, so I don't irritate her sensitive skin. I heard her begin to pant and I placed my finger at her opening. Vaginal contractions! I slipped my finger all the way in and found what I thought could be her g spot. I began rubbing it

Hannah fell forward, "Ah. Ah." Her bush pressed into my forehead.

After several moments of rubbing, I rolled her onto her back. Her head was crammed against the headboard, so I pulled her body down away from it.

I climbed on top of her and she spread her legs for me, "Can I?"

She nodded and I placed my erection at her opening. I slowly pressed into her contracting womanhood. Oh my god she was tight! I bottomed out and Hannah's eyes were wild. She wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my ass as I began slowly swinging my hips, driving my full length into her. Nice steady strokes.

My mind was racing. ‘How did that dildo in the movie move? Need to hit the top of her vagina. How to do that? Need a better angle. Pillow!’

I rolled off Hannah and placed a pillow under her ass. I kept my body more upright as I reentered her. I intentionally tried to hit the roof of her vagina. The effect was immediate. Hannah's eyes went wide as my cock struck her g spot. She reached up and pulled on her nipples as her vagina continued contracting on me.

"I'm going to cum, Hannah."

She nodded and I thrust up into her as I shot my load. Two, three times. Finally, I fell forward and kissed her. I could still feel her contractions on my cock. She grasped the sides of my face and kissed me, leading with her tongue.

I pushed her legs flat and rolled onto my back, pulling her on top of me, my erection still inside her. My hands cupping her ass.

Finally, she whispered into my mouth, "Wow."

As I emerged from sleep, I felt Hannah's breath on my chest. She was sleeping too. I was still in her vagina. My hands were on her ass. I decided to lie there and enjoy the moment. My outside window was still light so we couldn't have been sleeping too long.

I must have drifted back to sleep because when I opened my eyes, Hannah was inches away from my face. The room was darker.

She gently kissed me, "That was really nice. That was the first time I had an orgasm with a guy."

"Dr. Miller's class already paid off." I observed.

"Did you know I still have you inside me?" She whispered.

"Yes. Very nice."  I rubbed her hips.

"The sun looks like it went down, given how dark it is getting in here."

I looked at my watch, "About twenty to five."

"We have twenty minutes before the cafeteria opens. Any suggestions?"

"I absolutely love being here with you." I admitted.

"Dan, you should know that I'm a pretty practical person. Do you have an extra towel?"

I nodded.

"Let's both go take a shower. That way we'll be clean for our actual masturbation exercises later. Then we can go have dinner. Maybe study a little, then masturbate for each other. You might need to recover."

"Okay," I smiled.

To be continued.

By Quinn_McMullen for Literotica.

By HectorBidon. Listen to the

The next morning's sun found its way in through our porthole

We'd become cabin buddies of a different order. At the

And yet, here we were.

I waited a while for her to wake up, but she didn't. So I

We'd just passed through the entrance in the seawall at

Molly was still in bed when I got back. She smiled and went

She came out wearing a towel and had her coffee. We checked

A little later that morning we went ashore. It was a strange

Our excursion van was heralded by a woman with a clipboard,

We drove through the streets of Ensenada, our guide giving us

Our destination was a site called the Bufadora, a cleft in

The path back from the observation point was lined with

"So how did you guys meet?"

Molly didn't volunteer an answer.

 "Just here on the cruise, actually," I said.

"Really? See, aren't cruises great?" Molly gushed.

After lunch we went into one of the souvenir shops and Meryl

"The nicest thing." she said. "is that every

We drove back through town, then out into the desert in a

Molly was quiet at dinner. I had to remind her that we'd

"I've got a bit of a headache," she said. "I

Meryl was waiting in the forward theatre. She was sorry to

After the show she suggested we take a spin about the deck.

"Wouldn't you just love to go dancing?" she cooed.

"I, uh,  Actually, I've kind of got to go

"But the night is still young.” Meryl rebutted. “Let's

"I've got to check on Molly." I insisted

"We can open one of the tequilas."

"Thanks, but,”

"It's just that, I was kind of hoping to get lucky

Christ Almighty. A guy tries to be a gentleman. I didn't

When I got back to the room, Molly was in her pajamas,

"Is your headache any better?" I asked.

She didn't look up from the screen.

I sat on the chair and twisted around to see what she was

"You didn't miss much," I said. "The show was

But she leaned in closer to the screen to make it clear that

OK. I got the message. She didn't like the fact that I'd

I came out of the bathroom a minute later, and sat down on the

"I didn't expect to see you back here tonight,"

I didn't even bother to answer. I got undressed, then

I woke up first again, the next morning. I went up on deck.

I brought back coffee and a croissant, but Molly was still

So here I was again, back to my usual routine, wandering

I came back to the room around lunch time, but Molly wasn't

It was a long day. The ship had parked itself out in the

The casino was practically empty. The lower piano bar was

The gift shop was open. The same lady was behind the

Molly still wasn't in the room when I got back. This time

There were still a couple hours until dinner. I thought it

I got to dinner right on time. It was our last night on

"Where's Molly?" asked Ciara.

"She had a little headache. She might not be joining

Valentin our waiter was really joshing it up, angling for a

Ciara asked her how she was doing. The couple on my other

It being our last night, the waiters were going to put on a

"Do you want to go back to the room?"

We got up.

"Oh, are you guys going to the revue?" asked

Molly replied in the louder voice you had to use to make

"Make-up sex."

The table burst into laughter. Molly continued her way out

"Can you forgive me?" she asked as we got out into

"For letting everybody know where we're going?"

"For last night. I'm so sorry for the way I acted. It

"The worst part is, we wasted a whole day," I

"We still have tonight." She tried to assure me.

"Yeah. We still have tonight." I agreed.

As soon as we got into the room we fell into each other's

"I love the necklace," she murmured.

"It looks really nice on you."

We kissed and shuffled toward the bed.

But my blood was pumping. I was thinking about our wasted

"Let's do something first, want to?” I pleaded. “It's

Jack and Ciara were surprised to see us at the theatre.

"That was quick," Ciara said with a look of

Molly blushed. I put my arm around her and pulled her tight.

The review was Motown classics, the Supremes, the Four Tops.

Afterwards, the night was balmy, perfect for a stroll on

“Molly, perhaps I’m clueless. Did you have any idea that

“Oh, my God!” Molly stared at me. “All day long, she was

“What? I thought you and I were just trying to be

“Well,” Molly confessed. “I finally figured out that you

“I went to the show, because we told her we’d both join her,

“Ah, really? That’s so sweet!” Molly gushed. She gave me a

“Well, when the performance ended, I said I had to head back

“Oh, I was awful to you!” Molly lamented. “But I was also

“You know, Molly” I paused. “Perhaps I was too clueless,

“Oh, I love that! Yes, let’s balance each other. “

The nightclubs were hopping. We wound our way from one to

We kissed. I ran my hands up along her sides, up inside her

I backed her down onto the bed. I kissed the pretty spot

I settled myself down on top of her, stroking her full

And somewhere in the midst of our coupling we sweetly came,

The loudspeaker blasted us awake early the next morning. Our

Molly wriggled a bit deeper under the blanket.

I remembered the look on her face, when had it been? just four

We hadn't begun to pack yet, but we'd kept things fairly

She groaned, but she dragged herself out of bed. We were

"Do you kinda wish that the rest of the world really

She was folding one of her bras. "Oh, I don't know.

"They'd run out. Then we'd have to eat whatever it is

"He gets cheesecake sometimes, don't you think? When

"I don't know. He's pretty skinny."

"I wonder why Meryl didn't think of him."

"Yeah. Good question. Wrong table, I suppose."

"I suppose."

I crammed my sports coat in between my shirts and my

I slipped on my trousers and rolled the bags out into the

When I got the door closed again, Molly was sitting up on the

I couldn't help but smile. "I wonder what they thought

She rolled her eyebrows.

But I was feeling a little playful. The final day's schedule

"Customs inspection, Miss, May I see what you've got

She wasn't so sure she wanted to show me. She coyly raised

"That shirt you're wearing, Miss. Did you purchase it

She looked down behind the sheet. This old thing?.

"Regulations, Miss; It may contain contraband

She huffed. Bureaucrats! Without letting go of the sheet she

I inspected the shirt, inside and out. White cotton, picture

"And what else do you have behind the sheet,

"Why nothing, Officer. Nothing at all." Couldn't I

I took the edge of the sheet from her hand and gently pulled

"I'm afraid our machine is down today, Miss; the rest

She huffed again. The things one had to put up with! But

I proceeded to administer a thorough frisking. I ran my

I looked up and our eyes met. Looking back at me was the

I ran my hands up over her tummy, letting my fingers probe

"Ooh, Officer."

But there was one part of her that needed to be inspected

I could very well have been back in the botanical garden,

I advanced it right up to the very heart of her ruffles, and

She had propped herself up on her elbows to watch, but now

A different phenotype certainly, but definitely the same

The same pretty girl who'd come to dinner after all. I

After a slow fuck, while staring into each other’s eyes, We

Molly had finally put her T-shirt back on along with a pair

The driver took his time loading the bags, and Molly ran

It was a sweet sorrow watching her go back to San

Denise stepped up beside me as the hotel van pulled away.

Denise then handed me a check; ”Here’s the full refund for

I looked at her, probably the first time I'd ever really

"Well, you were right about one thing," I said.

Heading to the parking area, I relived the wonderful

By HectorBidon for Literotica.

By HectorBidon. Listen to the

The waiting area outside the Long Beach cruise terminal was

I was standing with Jack and Ciara, two regulars of the

Jack was explaining the different cruise drink payment

Denise bustled up in a pretty pastel pantsuit with her

"Hector," she said, ushering me a step aside,

This came as a bit of a rude surprise. One of the only

"You know Mrs. Pendergast, don't you?"

Mrs. Pendergast was an older woman, well into her sixties.

"Apparently she got sick and had to cancel at the last

I didn't even try to return her smile.

"They're still working on your single, of course. I

Not only losing my single, but having to spend the cruise

People were already starting to go into the terminal

"Hector," she said, peering at me over the top of

The girl gave me a weak smile. She was pretty, with long

"It's a double room," Denise was explaining.

Molly was still looking at me rather uncertainly. This

Denise was delighted. The registration mix-up had been

"They're still working on my single though,

"As far as I know. You'll be able to check with the

Denise had more than enough smile for the three of us. They

"See you on board," she said, bustling off with

Going up the gangway onto the ship itself kind of blew me

They'd told us to have lunch while the luggage was being

"So, your first cruise?" I asked. I was pretty

She assembled a forkful of salad. "Yes, Mrs. Pendergast

"Is she all right?" I asked.

"Denise says she's afraid she might be coming down with

"I'm not really a member of the social group, actually.

Molly nodded and stabbed a crouton. "Well, it is a

"You gamble?"

"Of course. Poker, black jack. Machines mostly, but

After lunch I asked my way up to the Bursar's office. Molly

I was flabbergasted.

"Well," said Molly, "we might as well go

We found our way down to the deck where the cabin was

"Kind of smaller than I would have thought," I

"Yeah," she agreed.

I corralled a passing steward.

"Um, we were supposed to be getting a double

"Yes, yes," he said in his helpful foreign accent.

"But there's only one bed." I said.

"Double bed," he explained. Then he gestured

Molly didn't look altogether convinced.

I sighed. "Let me go talk to the Bursar again,”

But she was sizing things up. Sunshine was streaming in

"All the other rooms are probably just as small,"

It wasn't a question I was expecting. "I don't think

"Well, Mrs. Pendergast does, apparently. That's the one

She made it sound as if sharing a room with a complete

"Shuffleboard lessons at three o'clock," she

I sat down on the chair. So instead of getting a room of my

"A magic show tonight in the forward theatre."

I looked around. How would it even work? The room was so tiny.

Molly was studying a map of the ship. "What do you

"Um,  why don't you just go ahead on your own?

I couldn't tell if she was a bit hurt that I didn't want to

I didn't really have anything I needed to take care of, I

Still, if I did have to share a room with someone, Molly was

But sharing insights at a breakout session wasn't exactly

I guess I'd find out.

The ship must have cast off soon after we came on board, but

The ship turned out to be a whole little city unto itself.

Later in the afternoon I sat down at a little coffee shop

My thoughts eventually wandered back to my room situation. I

And so maybe she wasn't really all that used to sharing

I finished my tea and ambled back toward the front of the

"Are you going back to the room? I forgot my

It was Molly. She gave her little shrug. She was wearing a

"I figured out about dinner," she said.

After a couple of wrong turns we finally found our corridor

"Look how cute," Molly said. "The

She put her things on the nightstand and fiddled in her

She came out wrapped in the towel. "It's too cramped to

So this was one of the guys-and-girls-sharing-a-cabin rules

She wasn't completely sure how to play it either. She turned

I didn't stare, and she had her back to me, but it was hard

Finally she sat on the chair to fasten her sandals. Our eyes

I took that to mean that my polo shirt didn't quite cut it.

The dining room was immense, with big round tables like in a

Molly had the chicken and I had the fish. We resisted the

"Will they charge it to Mrs. Pendergast?" Molly

"We'll figure it out," I whispered back, signing

The magic show didn't start until eight o'clock, so after

We still had forty-five minutes until the show, so I took

"Whoa!" I said. "Remind me never to play you

She raised her putter and blew on the end as if it were a

The magic show was a lot of fun. The magician wore a black

Then, for the grand finale, the magician announced that he

The magician was shocked that his trick had backfired.

The assistant came out to take her bow, wrapped in a white

After the show we went back up on deck and strolled a while

Further on was the salsa club, throbbing with its own level

"It's pretty amazing, isn't it?" Molly said.

I had to agree. "And the way it's so completely

It had been a pleasant evening. And Denise had been right:

Both of us kept looking at the bed. It was up against the

I decided that one of us should at least try to pretend that

"Would you mind if I took the side with the ocean

She didn't argue, and in fact I think she was relieved to

I sat down at the foot of the bed. I hadn't even thought to

She stepped into her pajama bottoms and pulled them up under

Meanwhile, I'd taken off my shirt and pants. I figured I

I crawled up onto the far side of the bed, trying not to

I'd had to share beds with other guys before on occasion.

So I thought about my algorithms. I rehearsed an upcoming

Sunlight was shining in through the porthole again when I

There were only a few people up on deck at this hour. We'd

She was up, but still in her pajamas. I told her about the

By mid-morning she had talked me into going in to shore with

The huge round floor of the ballroom itself was dark and

"Let's come back for it, want to?"

"I'm afraid my ballroom dancing is a little

"Well, you'll have to brush up then."

We strolled back along the main boulevard amidst tourists

Our map showed a botanical garden a couple miles out of

It was a warm, sunny afternoon, and we had the place pretty

Molly discovered a sprawling specimen that must have taken

We eventually bumped our way back into town and dropped off

"A perfect day," she murmured. "And tonight's

"Gala dinner?"

She opened one eye just enough to give me a look. "You

When we got back to the room we found our towel on the

I cracked the door to see if the coast was clear. She was

"I got it on sale," she shrugged. But I could tell

Now I was the one who had to get dressed in front of her. I

We made our way up to the dining room. It was nice,

Molly and Ciara chatted about shopping on the island. It

By the time that dinner was over, the ship had gotten far

She went to one of the poker machines, and I drew up a stool

"I only play until I run out of quarters. That way I

I didn't think that that was what people meant by a

"I usually just bet a quarter. But if we're going to

I finally figured out how it worked. If we got anything less

Molly would study each hand carefully before making her

On one hand the machine dealt us the jack and king of

"No, no," I told her. "Keep the eights."

"But we have a chance for a royal flush."

"But the odds are better for getting another

She gave me her look of patient exasperation.

"Because look,” I tried to say.

But she wasn't particularly interested in my analysis.

Molly flashed me her told-you-so eyebrows.

"Well, we wouldn't have gotten the royal flush

"Not if we didn't even try!"

There was one moment of genuine excitement when we got a

I noticed that it was almost time for the show.

"Juggling?" Molly wasn't so sure. She rattled our

"Yes, juggling! I'll have you know that I minored in

The show was in the forward theatre again, right next to the

One of the brothers, Yakov, had a rakish, devil-may-care

Finally he just gave up on the juggling altogether and sat

"Ladies and gentlemen!" announced Ripov, the black

Yakov's grin collapsed into a sneer, but he put down the

When the show was over there was a bit of a traffic jam

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"C'mon," I replied. The fact is, I didn't really

At the end of the deck was another stairway, and at the top

Molly was panting from our frantic pace, but she was keeping

But the forward view was all walled off. The only thing you

"Kind of not what I was expecting," I said.

"Oh, well," she said. She pulled us across to the

"Do you think they'd even bother to tell us?" she

"Tell us?"

"If the world blew itself up."

But the wind was just too fierce. We retreated back to the

This time Jack and Ciara were in the Salsa Club. They waved

"What are you having?" Jack yelled over the music,

The music was catchy and persistent. Jack held out his hand

It turned out that Ciara was quite a dancer too. She would

When the song ended, she smiled and put her hand on my arm

By the third song it was no longer really clear any more who

Meanwhile, Molly was dancing beside me now, her freshness

Molly and I finally called it a night. It had been a long,

I took off my coat. Molly's hair was a bit mussed, but she

I brought my arms up to give her a little hug. I figured

We sat down. I put my hand on her shoulder and ran it over

Her breasts were perfect, pale and shy, each one frankly

She lifted herself just enough to slip her gown off the rest

We glided our hands over each other's arms, over each

Always before, one part of my brain would already have been

But there was one concern I couldn't put aside. "I'm

"It's okay," she murmured. "I'm

We kissed again. She reached down and slipped off her last

It wasn't that I didn't know what to do next, it was just

But I didn't object when she knelt up, and straddled my thighs,

Neither of us said a word. Partly it was shyness, but partly

To be continued.

By HectorBidon for Literotica.

By RejectReality. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Randy smiled as he finished meticulously cleaning the second of the completely intact antique medicine bottles he'd found while walking along the edge of the old canal on Christmas day. Having a day warm enough to take the walk and excavate them from the bank; was a gift, as far as he was concerned.

The shriveled bit of remaining cork in the bottom of the second bottle was the bow on top.

Divorced, and with no living family still in the area, the unseasonably warm days providing a chance to escape the onslaught of syrupy holiday cheer had been more than worth it as well.

All that remained was to carefully dry the bottles, set them up against a good backdrop, and take pictures for the collectors' group before determining their permanent home on his shelf.

He barely got started on that before the phone rang. He almost ignored it, because it was most likely a political survey, a telemarketer, or someone looking for a donation. Work had no reason to call him while they were on holiday shut down, and anyone he cared to talk to would have called on his cell. When it rang a third time, he made the effort to cross the room and check the caller I.D.

When he saw his landlord's name, he picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"Have you seen the next door neighbors by any chance?"

"Not today, but I haven't really been out."

"Do you think you could walk over there and have them call me? I'm not getting an answer from the number I have, and they still owe me fifty on the rent."

Randy's brow furrowed. Even with as tedious and borderline pointless as his life had been for the last few years, he could sympathize with someone who was far worse off. The two girls living in the trailer next door were sisters. They had lost their mother when they were little, and their father had kicked the oldest one out for getting pregnant. The youngest had left home and moved in with her sister the day she turned eighteen earlier that year.

Two girls trying to raise a baby on cashier wages had to be a struggle. They frequently asked to use his phone when theirs had no minutes left, and he mowed their lawn for them, because they had no way to do it. He knew their one car had been broken down for a couple of days earlier that week, which surely hadn't helped matters at all.

"Their phone is probably out of minutes," he explained to the landlord. "Their car was broke down, so they're probably behind, too. You know what, it's only fifty. I'll take care of it for them this time."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. They've had a hard enough time this month. I'll send it as soon as I get off here. Don't tell them I paid it."

"Well, okay. Thank you, and happy new year."

"You too."

Randy ended the call, opened the app, and transferred the fifty from his account. He wasn't hurting for money, thanks to staying in the run down trailer, even though he could afford better after a couple of years of solid raises. Anywhere was as good as anywhere else as far as he was concerned, and it was cheap.

That done, he returned to his bottles.

A knock on the door surprised him a few hours later. He hadn't been the only one to take advantage of the warm days leading up to Christmas, or the only one to get lucky with new finds. He'd completely lost track of time looking through the new pictures, and chatting about the two additions to his collection. It had managed to get dark while he was distracted, not that it took long for that to happen in December.

When he answered the door, he saw that it was the younger of the two sisters, Emma. The pretty little blonde was so petite that he was always surprised that she didn't blow off the steps in the breeze.

"Mind if I come in?" she asked.

The warm streak had died out, so he moved aside to let her in out of the cold. "Come on in." He closed the door and asked, "Need something?"

"Actually, I was wondering. Did you pay the rest of our rent?"

Randy clenched his teeth for a moment and grunted. "I asked him not to tell you."

"He didn't. We borrowed a phone and called to let him know we'd have it next week, but he said it was already paid. We couldn't think of anyone else it might be."

He nodded in acknowledgment and said, "Well, consider it a late Christmas present."

Her beaming smile made her look even more beautiful. "Thank you so much. You don't know how much that will help."

"You're welcome. You two just take care of yourselves, and the baby. I'd rather have you girls over there than whatever loud idiots would probably move in if you moved out."

She let out a brief, silvery laugh at that, and then said, "I want to do something for you."

"Don't worry about it. I."

He trailed off and his eyes widened when she reached out and cupped her tiny little hand between his legs.

"But I want to," she said, her voice taking on a sultry edge as she squeezed, causing blood to rush into his loins.

It was the absolute last thing in the world he would have ever expected to happen. He was all but baldheaded, packing more than a few extra pounds around the middle, and he wasn't that good looking even before that. He'd obviously underestimated how grateful she was. A feeling of obligation was the only explanation for a gorgeous eighteen-year-old girl to be grabbing his dick.

Despite the best of intentions to do so, he couldn't manage to summon up the words to tell her to stop as he hardened beneath her hand.

"I need it too," she said, and then moaned when she felt him stiffening. "Between work and the baby, we have no time to ourselves. I can't remember the last time I had sex."

Hearing that was enough to free up his tongue through pure incredulity. "But, why me?"

She gave a little giggle why rubbing on his crotch. "We kind of saw this accidentally one day this fall, when you had the windows open and the curtains blew open at the right time."

That was the one point he had in his favor. He was bigger than average, and a shower. She'd gotten a good look even though he was most likely flaccid when she saw him.

"I need it. So bad," she said. "I've thought about it so many times when I looked over here at night and saw your lights on, but I was afraid you'd say no."

He knew that he should. He imagined that she would regret it afterward, even if she was as hot and bothered as she was putting on.

"Please?" she asked while fixing him with the most intense gaze. She bit her lower lip, and he shivered from the sexy sight.

"I don't have any condoms," he said. It was as close as he could come to doing the right thing, a last vestige of propriety that wasn't drowning in the sea of temptation.

She smiled and shrugged. "That's okay. The clinic got us both on free birth control. Not that we've needed it."

She let go of his throbbing erection after that, but it was only to shrug off her coat. It had barely hit the floor before she reached for the tail of her top.

He was done the moment it slid up and over her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra over the little mounds. They swelled from her chest just enough to announce beyond any doubt that she was a woman. Her nipples stood out, pointing toward him, long and large in contrast to the breasts they adorned. They and the small circles surrounding them had only the slightest blush of pink to contrast with her fair skin.

Emma reached up, slid her hand behind his neck, stood on her toes, and kissed him hard. His inhibitions shattered, Randy's tongue slipped over hers, and his hands explored the soft skin of her bare back. She grabbed his shirt and yanked it out of his jeans. A moment later, she pulled away from their kiss with a gasp. Randy lifted his arms, allowing her to take off his shirt, and toss it away.

She went straight for the fastenings of his pants.

Randy slid his fingers into her dark blonde hair, and cradled her head in his hand. She looked up at him with a level of needy desire he hadn't seen in ages. Her eyes remained locked with his, her lips slightly parted, as her fingers continued their work. When she pulled his dick out and curled her fingers around it, he leaned in for another hungry kiss.

Emma's hand pumped up and down his turgid shaft as they kissed, and he turned her. They both gasped when their lips parted. She sat down on the couch at his urging, holding onto his cock for as long as possible. As soon as she sat down, she lifted her right foot.

Randy slipped off her shoe, and let it clatter to the ground. Her sock followed it a moment later. Emma unbuttoned her jeans and began to wrestle them down even as he was removing her other sock and shoe. His dick throbbed hard when she revealed a tuft of curly hair on her mound, and his zipper nipped at the root. While she wriggled and pushed at her jeans, he shoved his down and began to stomp his way out of them.

His looser denim yielded faster, and took his slippers with them, so he grabbed the tight legs of hers. A few seconds later, they were both naked, and she turned to recline against the arm of the couch.

Randy lifted a knee over her, planting it where the back and cushions met, and then bent over her to answer the siren song her tits had been singing to him from the moment she revealed them.

A loud whimper escaped her when he sucked her pebble-hard nipple between his lips. One of her hands moved to caress the back of his head, while she wormed the other between their bodies. He groaned around her nipple when her fingers tickled the head of his cock.

"Yes. Oh yes," she cried while arching her back to press her breast tight against his lips. He suckled and tongued her nipple, making her squirm beneath him. After a few seconds, he switched to its twin, drawing out another whimper from her.

As exhilarating as it was to have a woman reacting with such pleasure, he wanted more, and he knew how to get it.

Emma reacted with obvious delight when he straightened over his knees, and began to scoot toward the opposite end of the couch. Her eyes lit up and a thrilled, open mouth smile decorated her face. She pulled her knees up and out in anticipation, letting him see her pussy in all its glory.

Her folds were the perfect pink of youth, with a glimmer of wetness shining from the center. A prominent hood wasn't enough to conceal her large clit, which peeked out from beneath it. She teased her saliva-slick nipples while parting her nether lips with the other hand, revealing a shimmering pucker that he could almost feel wrapping around his cock from the mere sight of it.

He could also almost taste it, and that's the urge he acted on first.

She offered a moaned, "Mmm hmm," of encouragement as he leaned forward into the V of her legs. He caught a whiff of the heady perfume of her arousal just before parting her folds with a stiffened tongue.

Emma moaned loud and long when he probed deep to gather up her nectar. The bittersweet tang of her juices set his heart to racing. He lapped for every drop he could reach, aided by her hips lifting to grind her pussy against his lips.

It had been ages since he'd gone down on a woman, but with a sweet young pussy beneath his tongue, skills long unused returned as if not a moment had passed. He lapped his way slowly up to the center of her pleasure, gave her clit a flick of his tongue, and then attacked it with the tip.

Emma gasped once, twice, and then a third time before emitting a loud, surprised-sounding, "Oh!" A shudder rippled through her lithe body, and her next several cries sounded even more astonished. "Oh! Oh my god! Yes!"

Randy growled and flicked his tongue even faster. Up and down. Side to side. Diagonally. It seemed to have developed a mind of its own, moving without conscious direction in response to her every twitch and heavy breath. A hand pushed on the back of his head, the fingers stiff and trembling. He paused long enough to give her button a hard lap, lifting the hood and exposing more of her clit to his tongue for a fraction of a second before renewing the assault.

Emma erupted into warbling, joyous laughter. "Oh, that's so good. So good. Oh my god."

The sheer delight in her voice gave him goose bumps.

A feminine grunt escaped her when he pulled her hood back with his thumb, exposing the once guarded recesses of the smooth little sphere to his tongue. She yelped when he attacked her naked clit with rapid laps, and then a brief suck. Another even louder yelp echoed back from the walls from the feather-light flicks that followed.

Her breathing quickened. When he glanced up, he could see the flush in her cheeks. He wanted more. He wanted her to come. Randy sucked her hood and pulled it in, his upper lip pressing against her clitoral shaft. She cried out and arched her back from the sensation, and then again when he sucked hard and rolled her clit with his tongue as rapidly as he could manage.

Emma let out a squeal and then cried out in a voice that grew louder and higher in pitch with every exclamation, "Yes. Yes. Right there. Like that. Don't stop. Don't stop." She let out a long series of loud whimpers followed by a shrieked, "Ah!"

God yes. Come for me, he thought, unwilling to part his lips for even a fraction of a second to say it aloud.

"Oh god!" she shouted. "I'm gonna come. Gonna come." What followed were three exclamations of almost words, a sudden tightening of her muscles, and then a scream of release. He only heard the very beginning of that scream at full volume, because her thighs clamped down around his ears with ferocious strength.

Emma thrashed and bucked, wrenching his already sore neck every which direction. Randy's lips curled into a smile even as he continued to lick her throbbing button, at least whenever he could manage during the wild ride. Her muffled cries rang out between gasps for breath. Her nails dug into his scalp and back. For the first time in years, he felt truly alive with the beautiful young woman climaxing on his tongue.

He resisted at first when her legs snapped open and she pushed on his head with a hand that was shaking forcefully. He instead sucked her hood in again. Her upper body lurched upward and she screamed. When her head slammed back down on the couch cushion, the fingers of both hands fisted in his hair and her hips shot up, burying his face in her pussy for a second. Her hips fell as rapidly as they had risen, and her grip on his hair tightened. At the same time, her feet lashed out, pushing him away, and he finally relented.

Emma rolled onto her side and curled into a quivering ball. She jerked and yelped with each shockwave of her slowly waning orgasm, and drew in ragged breaths between them. Randy knelt above her, watching her come and smiling so wide that his cheeks ached almost as much as his neck.

A weepy whimper preceded her muscles relaxing, but only for a moment. Her back arched and she threw her head back with a yelp when one last electric pulse of orgasmic energy wracked her body. When it faded, her right leg dropped off the couch, and she let out a long, groaning sigh.

Randy caressed her leg, his eyes roaming from her flushed face to her pussy winking at him from the continuing contractions of her intimate muscles. Her breathing slowed slightly, and she let out a brief chuckle. A longer one followed, and then she moaned, "Oh my lord."

Her eyes rolled up in her head and she groaned. When they opened, she caught his gaze and offered him a dreamy smile of pure satisfaction. He smiled back and joined her when she laughed.

"That was. Wow," she said in a quavering voice. "Nobody has ever licked my pussy like that before."

"Did you come hard?" he asked.

"I thought I was going to pass out. Where did you learn to do that?"

"Just practice."

"God. The guys I've been with need a lot more practice then," she said as she pulled her leg back up onto the couch and settled into a more comfortable position. She then beckoned him with a wave.

Randy leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers. The first kiss was brief, but the second was far longer and deeper. A few quick pecks followed, and they both ended up chuckling.

'I taste pretty good, don't I?" she asked, and then licked some of her juices off his chin.

"Like heaven."

She bit her bottom lip, then licked the upper and asked, "Want some more?"

"Oh yeah." He wasted no time planting his face between her creamy thighs once more.

Emma propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch. "Your tongue moves so fast. It feels so good."

He knew that could become a problem as he felt his tongue stiffening from overuse. There was little he wanted more than to make her come again, so he fought through the discomfort. Pausing to suckle her clit every so often helped, but the relief faded a little faster every time he did it.

Emma gave him encouraging signs by moaning and whimpering from his efforts. She squirmed and began to gasp. He latched onto her hood, sucking hard and shaking his head back and forth in little flurries. She rewarded him with a loud squeal for that each time.

He could tell from the tensing of her muscles that she was edging toward orgasm, but it was going to be a near thing. He could barely keep his tongue moving, and it was becoming more difficult to maintain suction by the second.

He got a welcome reprieve when Emma gasped and said, "I need you inside me."

Randy let her clit go with a final slurp, and sat up over his knees.

"Hurry. I want it. I need it," Emma pleaded as he grabbed her thighs and knee-walked into position.

He took his dick in hand, right behind the head, and rubbed it between the parting of her lips. She was soaked to the point of dripping from his tongue, and the very first swipe left him quite slippery.

"Please. Please. Please," she begged, lifting her head to watch.

Randy pushed his cock down into position, and then in. An explosive gasp escaped him as he slipped inside her. She was absolutely virgin tight, her walls molding around him like a second skin.

Her squeaky, "Yeah," as his cock stretched her out, made it all the better.

He pumped his hips, slowly opening her up a little more with each thrust and luxuriating in the tightest, wettest, most incredible pussy he had felt in ages, maybe ever.

Emma cried out, "Yes. Yes. Yes," in time with his thrusts. He was almost penetrating her to his full length when she moaned, "So full."

She grasped the couch cushions in a white-knuckled grip and yelled when his balls slapped against her on the very next thrust. He moved his right hand from her thigh to her clit, and began to roll it beneath its protective sheath.

"Oh! Oh! Oh god! Yes! Yes! Ah! Oh!" she screamed as the flush in her face deepened and spread down to her neck.

"Come for me, baby," he said through a tight throat as he pounded her harder. Loud claps sounded from their colliding flesh, mingling with his grunts of exertion and her yelps of pleasure.

Her little breasts quivered. Her head lashed back and forth. Her eyes grew wide, and rolled up in her head.

"Come for me," he repeated while rubbing her clit faster and harder.

"I, I'm, Oh god!" Her body undulated as if cracked like a whip and she screamed as her orgasm took hold of her.

"Oh fuck yes," Randy growled when her pussy clenched around him like a vise.

When she grabbed the hand between her legs and pulled, he leaned over her. She quickly put her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer, and her feet thumped into the small of his back as well. He pushed his hands beneath her lithe body and gave her short, quick, deep thrusts into her climaxing pussy.

Emma screamed and gasped right into his ear, and clawed savagely at his back, but he paid it absolutely no mind. Having the sexy little eighteen-year-old convulsing in ecstasy beneath him was worth every bit of it. He continued to slam into her, driving her to even greater heights.

He froze balls-deep inside her when the heel of one foot dug into his ass and the other the small of his back. Her arms locked around him, holding him tight against her as she shook from an internal earthquake and let out weak, warbling cries. Her pussy clenched with every wave of orgasm, the time between steadily growing longer, until at last, her arms went slack and her legs fell limp.

Randy remained buried to the hilt in her velvety embrace.

"Oh god, thank you," she gasped after a few seconds, and then went into another brief fit of shuddering.

"I love making you come," he said. "You're... You're amazing."

That caused her to let out the sweetest little moan and turn to plant soft kisses on his near arm. "No, you."

He chuckled from her childish tone, and she giggled in response. Then she blew out a long breath from between pursed lips and said, "Sorry. I'm too hot."

Randy pushed up onto his arms with a grunt, and the movement of his cock inside her must have set off an aftershock, because she yelped and lurched, causing him to slip out. He sat back on his heels, marveling at the sight of her in the afterglow of her orgasm, smiling like a fool.

Her eyebrows twitched up when she saw his dick coated in her juices, and where it had dribbled down his hairy balls. She sat up and rubbed her fingers through the spatters of pussy nectar dotting her skin, and running into the crack of her tight little ass. "You didn't come," she said.

Randy shook his head. The truth was that he was surprised he hadn't blown his load the second he slid inside her. She felt that good. By some miracle, he'd barely begun to feel the tickle of his own orgasm while she was in the throes of hers.

She said, "I've never let anybody come inside me. I want you to."

It was his turn to shiver at the thought of that, and he grunted from the way it set his prick to bouncing.

Emma bent her knees, parting her legs in invitation. That was all he needed. She moaned as he scooted forward, "Mmm hmm."

Randy pushed his cockhead against the still slightly gaped entrance of her canal, encouraged by a nod and a smile from her. He pushed inside with a deep groan. Her face tightened and she whimpered when he first penetrated her, but her expression softened as he pulled back to thrust again.

Emma took several quick, huffing breaths, and then said, "Give it to me. Come inside me."

That summoned up a growl from somewhere deep and primal within him. He tightened his grip on her thighs, and unleashed the beast.

"Oh! Oh! Oh god! Yeah! Yeah!" she cried as he pounded her hard, making her breasts quiver and her head jerk. "I want it. Inside me. Come. Come."

Randy growled again, pulling back on every thrust to cause resounding smacks when their flesh collided. She yelped, squealed, and continued to beg for his cum.

"I want it. I want it. Come in my pussy!"

He roared as the tight squeeze and her words summoned up the wicked lust in the head of his cock. It swelled and spread rapidly as he slammed into her and grunted uncontrollably. After only a few more thrusts, he was teetering on the edge.

Emma had the most amazing look of wide-eyed anticipation on her face when she said, "Yes! You gonna come? Do it. Come in me."

Randy let out a long, loud, rumbling growl as his hands moved beneath her, and lifted her from the couch. He slammed into her one last time with a closed-throated grunt, and erupted like a volcano into her barely legal little pussy.

She was wearing a beautiful, crooked smile when his eyes snapped open after the first powerful ejaculation. His hips bucked spastically and a shamefully high-pitched sound emerged from his throat when a second was hot on its heels.

She said, "Oh, I feel it throbbing. Fill me up."

That was a request he had no trouble fulfilling. It had been a few days since he'd jacked off, and she was getting every hot drop of cum he'd saved up. It surged up his shaft and spurted so hard into her depths that it felt more like peeing than coming. Over and over again his cock pulsed, pumping cum into her tight canal, leaving him feeling light-headed.

His strength failed him when he began to dribble. She let out an, "oh," of surprise when his trembling hands let her drop back to the couch. His cock slipped out of her, sending a spatter of their mingled juices to land in the little tuft of hair on her mound. She giggled when his chin dropped to his chest and he collapsed limply against the back of the couch.

He looked up through heavy eyes when she moaned, and saw her dipping her fingers into her cum-filled pussy and examining them with an expression that mingled amusement with just a touch of disgust. She then went wide-eyed and clamped her thighs together.

"Oh. Oh. I'm dripping everywhere," she exclaimed while looking around. When she spotted a box of tissue on the end table behind her, she grasped at it until she managed to get a hold, and then quickly sat it on her flat tummy.

Randy closed his eyes again and grunted when an aftershock rippled through him.

He heard her pulling out tissues and felt her moving as she stuck them between her legs. Only a couple of seconds later, she was pulling out more.

"That's so much," she said with laughter in her voice. "It's still coming out. Wow."

All he could manage was to weakly groan, "God..."

She laughed at his muttering, and he saw her pulling out more tissue. She switched it for the cum-soaked ones, and he quickly saw the ones between her legs darkening as they soaked up his semen.

"I think I'd better go use your bathroom before I make even more of a mess," she said. She held the tissue tight between her legs, scooted off the couch, and hurried toward the hall. There was indeed a dark spot on the couch cushion with little blobs of white in it.

He leaned back and closed his eyes, letting his post-come coma have its way with him.

"Here."

He snorted as her voice startled him out of a half doze, and saw her holding a damp washcloth in one hand and a towel in the other. When he accepted the warm washcloth, she draped the towel over the arm of the couch near him, and picked up the box of tissue. She chuckled when he drew in a gasp upon touching the washcloth to his sensitive member.

Wincing the whole while, he wiped away the cum and pussy cream from his cock. Emma worked on the spot where she'd dripped on the couch cushion with the tissue, and managed to eliminate the globs, though the dark, damp spot remained. By the time he blotted dry with the towel, the sharp protests from his limp dick had ceased.

Emma dropped the tissues into the wastebasket, and then slipped in beside him on the couch. She turned his head toward her, and they shared a long, soft kiss.

She smiled at him and said, "I can't believe how hard you made me come. And then when you did?" She closed her eyes, moaned, and shivered.

"You're amazing," he whispered, trapped in her mesmerizing brown eyes.

She snuggled up against him and said, "We should probably get in the bed and put a towel or something down next time."

He found himself shaking his head, wondering if he'd heard her right.

She looked up and said, "I mean. If you want to."

"I'd be insane not to want to."

"Good," she said with a smile and leaned against him again.

A headlight beam flashed through the windows, and Randy heard the familiar sound of the girls' car shutting down.

Emma sighed. "Jenna's home. I guess I'd better get dressed, huh?"

Randy nodded. It was bittersweet to watch her cover her incredible body, but the knowledge that it wouldn't be the last time made it a little easier. He got dressed as well, feeling self-conscious about his gut. He walked over to her when she held out a hand and beckoned him with her eyes while pulling on her coat.

Emma gave him a quick peck on the lips and said, "Gotta go."

He watched her head out the door, and when it closed, he pinched his arm to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

It was all delightfully real. For the first time in a very long time, he was actually looking forward to the future. It was a gift that he promised himself he wouldn't squander, no matter what the future held.

By RejectReality for Literotica