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Naturally sexual mores change and social complications develop. The sex scenes are graphic. Because of the limited number of fertile males, incest is encouraged. Based on "Ad Astra," a story written by Sakka and published in Kristen's Archives in 2001. (m+F+, inc, 1st, rom, sci- fi, preg) *** This story was written as a collaborative venture by soon to be unemployed NASA engineers taking a semester long writing seminar at a major Florida university. The termination of the Space Shuttle program required a substantial reduction in the engineering staff. The students in the seminar were preparing themselves for jobs in the civilian sector. All had engineering degrees or advanced science degrees. None intended to be creative writers. They enrolled in the seminar to loosen up their writing styles - to break free of the science/tech format which was a requisite of their previous work. Several proposed topics were presented, . Students were required to submit a weekly anonymous contribution of at least 1000 words to either an adventure story, a detective story, a romance, or a sex story file on our classroom computer. Each student used a self-selected code to assure anonymity. The sex story file elicited the most interest and was by far the longest. The file was open for all the seminar students to read and at the end of each week the style of story and the quality of writing, but not the content, was discussed in class. Each story file started with several seed paragraphs and plot. The contributors could modify the plot and advance the story as they desired. The sex story was based on a ten year old Kristen's Archive story "Ad Astra Per Aspera" written by Sakka. The premise was that disease decimated the entire male population of a starship and that a handful of surviving boys are called on to help repopulate the vessel. There were twelve students in the seminar, seven men and five women, ranging in age from 24 to 38. I had no idea what their sexual preferences were, although their biases might become apparent from their contributions. The first few chapters of the story were not particularly original. Indeed, the description of the starship was strongly influenced by their actual work experience. But after a while they got into it and started generating original material. When the story was completed, it was edited only to clean up the grammar and spelling and to smooth transitions between segments. No alterations in content or plot were made. The story is curiously analytic and descriptive for porn. But remember, these were engineers, not poets. Here is the story: PART ONE The starship "New Ark" has been my home for almost seventy years; I was orphaned by the Hemisphere Wars when I was a baby, but my parents, who were influential in the Green Earth Society, made provisions to have me taken aboard the giant interstellar vessel when the world political situation deteriorated. After my parent's death I was adopted by a young family with two daughters, also members of the society, and raised as their own child. Earth had descended into a state of almost perpetual warfare with major conflicts spaced about 20 years apart. Just long enough so that the generation that fought the previous war could forget about the horrors of combat and send their children off to fight the next war. Most of the conflicts were caused directly or indirectly by nations who saw warfare as a way of guaranteeing access to oil, water, and minerals, increasing profits of domestic industry and opening previously closed markets. The Green Earth Society was dedicated to restoring Earth's woodlands, seas, and prairies to a state where humanity could live and prosper in dignity. This agenda ran afoul of the vested interests of industry and commerce whose own agenda was full exploitation of natural resources. Governments allied with the short term goals of commercial interests harassed and impeded the efforts of the Green Earth Society. People took sides. Conflicts erupted and eventually grew into what would be known as the Hemisphere Wars where nations tried to secure their necessary resources by force. Earth was in chaos. Weapons of mass destruction were widely used, killing millions, including my parents. The members of the Green Earth Society wisely chose to avoid alliance with either side of the global conflict. Instead they embarked on the ambitious task of creating a spaceship which would colonize one of the newly discovered extra solar system planets capable of supporting human life. Mars, the closest planet in the solar system, had already been settled and was divided up into factions which mirrored those on Earth. Late in the 21st century probes that had been sent out decades earlier returned with the information that several nearby star systems had potentially habitable planets with liquid water. The closest star system to Earth, Alpha Centauri, had two such planets. Alpha Centauri was really a double star system. Alpha Centauri A, the bigger star, had an earthlike planet in its habitable zone. Alpha Centauri B, the smaller star, had an earthlike planet at roughly the distance of the orbit of Venus in our own Solar System. The planet chosen as our destination was the planet orbiting Alpha Centauri A, our closest stellar neighbor. It was in in the star's Goldilock's zone, at a distance of roughly 1.3 AU, just slightly greater than Earth's orbit around our Sun, it had an oxygen rich atmosphere and large expanses of liquid water. The probes detected vegetation but no animal life. Conditions might be strange but no serious sources of toxicity were apparent. The fallback landfall was the planet around Alpha Centauri B. Our transportation to the stars was a huge spaceship, assembled in orbit. While not constructed in secret, it escaped the immediate attention of national authorities. Most were more concerned about supporting their own military establishments. Besides many felt that it distracted members of the Green Earth Society from the political concerns of the day and, when launched, would be manned by many of the more active members of the society. Officials of the warring governments saw it as a win/win situation. "New Ark" is basically a spaceship designed to rotate slowly and create artificial gravity for up to 3,000 people living inside. We didn't need that many people for the voyage but we wanted to have a sufficient number to insure that our colony would be successful. From outside the New Ark must look like a giant wagon wheel on a long axle, slowly spinning on its axis as it makes its way through space. People live on the inner surface of the rim of the wheel where the gravity is greatest, about 60% of Earth's gravity. The axle is the long central core of the ship, nearly half a kilometer in diameter, which houses all the equipment necessary to support life aboard. The wheel is a circular ring, 6 kilometers in diameter and almost 5 kilometers thick attached to the central axle by 24 thick spokes. The ring itself is constructed like a large layer cake. The foremost layer, nearly half a kilometer deep, houses supplies, and raw materials. It also provides shielding against both radiation and micrometeorites which might be swept up by the ship's passage. The four kilometer broad middle layer is the habitable space. The aft most section of the rim contains all the life support equipment necessary to keep the ship functioning for an indeterminate time and provides additional radiation shielding. Most of the ship's atomic power generating equipment is contained in a bulbous compartment at the rear end of the core, heavily shielded from the living area. The ship was assembled in orbit. Sub assembles were lifted by space freight elevators that had been developed earlier in the century to supply solar system colonies. The New Ark sounds big but in reality the total mass was no greater than that of a large cruise ship or a twentieth century battleship. Aluminum is much lighter than steel and there is no need for 12 inch thick armor plate. Structural elements were thin, about like a conventional airplane. The acceleration forces on a trip to the stars would be very low and the ship was never intended to land on a planet. Heavy supplies like water and building materials that didn't mind high acceleration were packed in containers and boosted into orbit by a mass driver constructed into the side of a Peruvian mountain. Fortunately a number of very wealthy people were interested in the program of the Green Earth Society. Money was never a problem. I was told that the ship was constructed by building individual wedges which formed sections of the wheel rim. Each was moved into position and fastened in place. The walls between wedges helped support the ship's structure against the forces of air internal pressure and our rotational "gravity." In addition, the wedges served as a safety feature against the perils of space. In the event that a rogue meteor punctured one of the compartments, the openings between that compartment and its neighbors could be closed and people evacuated to the safe areas while the breached compartment was being repaired. Strategically placed light fixtures on the surface of the innermost portion of the wheel rim provided an illumination designed to mimic Earth's sunlight. The climate in each compartment could be individually adjusted. The compartments devoted to agriculture were kept warmer and more humid than the remainder of the ship. The lighting was also brighter and the lights kept on constantly for a longer growing season. Glass windowed observation rooms were scattered along the rim of the living area. These were not actually necessary but the designers figured that being able to look at the heavens outside would make people realize that the universe was bigger than the interior of the New Ark. It would stop crew members from forgetting the purpose of their voyage. The "glass" of the observation rooms was actually a multilayered glass/ plastic composite every bit as tough as the metal walls of the ship. However it was not impervious to hard radiation and the rooms were evacuated during solar and stellar flare ups. I spent a lot of time in the observation rooms looking out at the stars. Fastened to the outside of the starship were a number of shuttle craft designed to ferry people and supplies to the surface of the planet when we reached our destination. I imagine that they could also be used as lifeboats in case something catastrophic happened to the New Ark but since we would be traveling most of our voyage in deep space, there would be nowhere to go. At the very front of the spaceship was a large combined laser and radar. The radar detected solid objects in our path and the laser was used to either disintegrate them or nudge them out of our path. One of the engineers on board told me that the idea was inspired by the Startrek TV shows of his youth. Although I barely remembered the cities of Earth, the older people said the inside of the New Ark resembled a quiet suburb or small town, with small apartment blocks, parks, farms and rivers filling the inner surface of the ring. The temperature was balmy, the light even and well diffused. My stepmother said it was like springtime in New England. I didn't remember much about spring or winter. The designers made full use of stagecraft tricks to provide the illusion that the interior was much larger than its actual dimensions. But there was actually plenty of space for everybody. According to the old timers, it was like living in a small town. Given the ring's diameter, the ship provided about 75 square kilometers of living area. When fully manned, the population density would be roughly that of the Hawaiian Islands, about the same as that of a rural village. All I knew is that it was a nice place to live. The New Ark was intended to be the first of a series of starships to colonize earthlike planets. The crew was carefully selected to provide a mix of skills and capabilities suited for colonization. There were geologists, farmers, builders, scientists, medical personnel, artists, musicians, teachers - in short everyone necessary to run a well ordered community. Those chosen were of all ethnic groups and nationalities. All were young enough to have several decades of productive life after we reached our destination. What was most important was that they had to be willing to go on a trip from which there was no return. They would have to sever all ties with friends, relatives, and careers on Earth and face the challenge of the unknown. Conditions on Earth were getting so bad that there was no shortage of candidates. Unfortunately while the New Ark was the first starship, it was the only starship. There was no follow-up. Originally, "New Ark" was propelled by a light sail, a vast parachute rig of very thin reflective plastic sheeting, designed to catch photons beamed at the ship from a laser in Earth's orbit. The light sail was designed to enable the New Ark to reach 15% of light speed for the journey. Had it done so the trip to Alpha Centauri, 4.37 light years distant, would take less than 30 years. Unfortunately we lost the laser just a year into the journey. The New Ark had only reached slightly more than 1% of light speed when propulsion failed. News broadcasts from Earth informed us that the laser had been disabled by forces of the Euro Federation. Military governments of Earth were strongly opposed to the Green Earth Society. There was no possibility of turning back and it was unlikely that the Euro Federation would launch a rescue mission. Our only course was to continue on. But without additional propulsive power a trip to Alpha Centauri A that should have taken half of my lifetime would take several centuries. New Ark is now a generation starship although it wasn't intended to be. We knew that the ship's supplies would be sufficient for the 30 year voyage to the nearest inhabitable planet of the binary star Alpha Centauri system. Extra supplies were on board to support a startup colony until it could become self- sufficient. But the failure of the laser forced a change in plans. The ship was reconfigured during the early stage of the voyage to last much longer. The ion drive designed to slow us down as we neared our destination was converted to a main propulsion unit. It didn't have much thrust but it would serve to carry us to Alpha Centauri A in about 400 years. The New Ark needed a lot of electrical power both for the ion drive and to maintain all its systems. This was a case where the designers did themselves proud. The power was supplied by a bank of thorium fueled nuclear reactors. Each one was more than sufficient to supply the needs of the starship and used sequentially, they should last more than long enough. One of our engineers calculated that we had enough power for 1000 years at a minimum, maybe even much longer. I sure hope our voyage doesn't take that long. Everyone on the ship already knows all this but this record may survive our interstellar journey. I've written it from a purely personal perspective, describing all the intimate details of my early life aboard from the ages of 14 through my mid-20s. It is primarily a record of my teen and early adult years. I'm getting on in age so I'm writing it down now before I forget all the details. I would caution readers that it is not suitable for children. Social and sexual mores have changed a lot since we embarked and I might be looking at things from the perspective of a senior citizen. Still, a personal record may be useful for historians of the future. Imagine how delighted an Earth historian would be to find a diary of a teen aged resident of Athens during the Golden Age. The disabling of the light sail propulsion system wasn't the end of our problems. Several years after the laser went down, the men and boys on the ship started dying. Within a year they were all dead. It appeared that the Euro Federation had planted a biological time bomb, sabotaging our life support system with an engineered plague virus. The virus was specifically aimed at males, attacking the Y chromosome, and only about 50 young boys survived. I was one of them. As it happened, all of the children in my school were quarantined in the ship's hospital with a particularly severe strain of Asian influenza. The hospital, in one of the airtight compartments aboard New Ark, was isolated from the rest of the vessel. Ironically that disease, also foisted on us by the Euro Federation, saved my life. The starship's population was now a fraction of what was originally intended, few enough so that the ship's resources could be made to last for an indefinite period. Everything was recycled. Water was purified and reused. Waste products were reconverted into their basic components and used as raw materials or as fertilizer. Areas originally designated as park land were now repurposed as high yielding farmland, both to augment the food supply and provide a breathable atmosphere. The bodies of crew members who died were recycled too. Nothing was wasted. It was expected that births during the final years of the voyage would increase the population to the ship's capacity, a population sufficient to colonize a new world. Like all modern spaceships, New Ark's critical functions were controlled by computers. Manual backups were provided for emergencies. Immediately after the plague all the computers were shut down and the manual controls activated in case the computer programs had been sabotaged as well. Every computer mediated function, and there were many of them, was carefully analyzed and new software written before it was brought back on line. I stayed in the sealed hospital ward with other boys, ages 10 to 14, while the ship's women systematically flushed the plague virus from the life support system, and tossed the corpses of their fathers, brothers, sons and husbands into the recycling system. When I was finally let out of the hospital, now 11, I found I was treated like a priceless jewel. Girls fussed over me, and women intervened whenever it looked like I might be doing anything remotely dangerous. But it was the same with all the other boys. We represented the only hope for the population's survival. I didn't understand that at the time. All I could see was how traumatized my stepmother was with the death of her husband, and how much my stepsisters Jane and Eva, ages 12 and 13, missed their dad. It took almost a year before our family returned to something like normalcy. We were very close knit family. Mom was very loving and kind, Eva, an irrepressible extrovert, Jane, a serious student. Me, just a boy. We joked, played tricks on each other, and loved each other deeply. By a curious coincidence Eva and I had birthdays on the same day and Jane's was only a couple of days later. We celebrated out mutual birthdays in a familial party which bonded us even closer together. After a catastrophe like the plague, things were never really normal again. Women took over all the jobs men used to have, from tending out hydroponic farms, to life support maintenance, to ship mechanics, and we boys continued to be pampered. Physical exercise was part of our daily regime but we boys were forbidden to engage in sports where we might get hurt. No fighting or wrestling, no sports involving throwing hard balls, naturally no football. We did a lot of running, swimming in our miniature lake, calisthenics and even gymnastics. The lower gravity aboard the New Ark made some of the gymnastics routines spectacular. We read a lot, actually from computer and tablet screens, since paper was a precious commodity. We watched videos, mostly educational. We listened to music or tried to learn a musical instrument. I had no real talent for that. While we boys were held in protective custody, the girls seemed to have all the fun. Boys became somewhat of a curiosity, especially to young girls. Every week or so my sisters would come into my bedroom at night and ask to see my sexual parts. They were so different from their own. Eva, my eldest stepsister would fondle my penis and was always amused when it became erect. One night she rubbed it to see if my little cock would actually emit some of the semen that she had learned about in her biology class. All she got was a little thick, slippery, colorless fluid. I, in turn, got my first tiny climax. But both of us liked what she did. Over the next two years, until I was 13, Eva would occasionally come into my room at night for a little game of mutual exploration. I learned that girls have a slit with soft lips where boys have a penis. It was like a little mouth. Eva let me touch her slit and her apple sized breasts. She said that when I gently touched them, it felt good. She really liked me to rub the little bump at the front end of the slit. She wouldn't let me put my finger inside though. She, in turn would handle my penis. It had grown quite a bit in the last two years, as had I. Mom said that at 13 I was nearly as big as my stepdad. Eva seemed fascinated by the head of my cock. My birth parents were Jewish and I had been circumcised as a baby. Circumcision had fallen out of fashion recently and most of the boys in my class had normal foreskins. I think it was the first time that Eva had ever seen a naked cock head. She would hold my stiff penis in her hand and rub it up and down, watching the head of my cock turn big and red. I liked her to stroke it. I had done it to myself. I even masturbated a bit. What boy hasn't? But this was the first time another person had ever touched me sexually. One memorable night she came to my room and asked me to suck her growing beasts and nipples. She said the girls at school told her it would feel really nice. I wrapped my lips around her nub and started sucking. The nipple grew a little and got hard. She, in turn, stroked my penis. We were both getting pretty excited from this intimate contact. I reached my hand down and rubbed her slit. I could feel it get wet and a bit swollen. I caressed the little bump at the end of the slit. By this time my penis was rock hard and both of us were shaking and squirming. I sucked harder and had nearly all of her apple sized boob in my mouth. Her hand gripped my prick harder and moved faster. Each of us was lost in pleasing the other. I don't know how it happened, luck I guess, but both of us had nearly simultaneous orgasms. Eva gasped and muffled a scream. I spewed cum like a fountain. The volume of my ejaculate really startled her. She thought she had hurt me. "No, Eva," I said. "I really liked it." After we wiped up all the sticky cum, Eva kissed me on the cheek. Then she leaned over and kissed the end of my cock. "Can I come back tomorrow?" she asked. I said I hoped she would. I have no doubt that she would have come back regularly and we probably would have ended up making love to each other but a strange thing happened. Women became pregnant all over the ship. That included my 8th grade teacher, our school principal, and my stepmother. It was three years after the men had died. Mom was embarrassed, she didn't even tell me until she was six months along, and it was pretty obvious something had happened. "But how can you have a baby without Dad?" "Oh, David," Mom said, embracing me as best she could, with her swollen belly between us; "Mommy had to have some help, now that your Dad is gone..." "What do you mean?" "Well, the plague took away all our men," Mom said, tearfully, "but we have to have babies to keep the colony alive..." "So?" "So Mommy had to have some help... to make another baby..." Mom didn't clarify that. She was pretty upset talking about it. But I soon got a full run-down on the situation. At the age of 14, just after I started the 9th grade, my beautiful teacher, the widowed Mrs. Amy Bergen, took me aside for a private meeting after school. I felt a little awkward about that although I had only just entered her class. I had seen her around the school before. When I first discovered masturbation a year earlier, she figured prominently in my fantasies. She was a very young looking woman, in her late 20s or early 30s I would guess, who could have easily been mistaken for a teenager. She had a pretty face and long red hair that she kept swept back with a barrette. Large breasts and sexy legs, generally complemented by strappy high- heeled sandals, made her seem out of place in a classroom. Particularly her legs. They were spectacular. Her calves were full and nicely shaped. Her thighs were muscular pillars of flesh that terminated in a compact rounded butt. I didn't see all this directly, of course, but her mini skirt left little to the imagination. She looked like she belonged in a Broadway show rather than on an interstellar spacecraft. Every boy in school had a crush on her. Prior to our departure from Earth she had been a dancer but now she was our teacher. Although pornographic material was forbidden aboard the spacecraft, some of the boys had girlie magazines, almost certainly inherited from deceased male relatives. Mrs. Bergen looked just like the centerfolds in some of the magazines. "Did you want to see me, Mrs. Bergen?" "Oh yes," she said, inviting me to take a seat opposite hers. "David, have you heard of the Seed Project?" "The what...?" "Well, I'm sure you've noticed that a lot of our women have been having babies recently. To be frank, that's because Captain Scotia has ordered a crash-breeding program to reconstitute our male population. All our surviving males ages 14 and up are being asked to copulate with random, anonymous partners." At this point, Mrs. Bergen crossed her legs. I could hear the slight swish as one thigh moved over the other and I felt dizzy, both from catching a glimpse of her panties beneath her skirt, and from trying to understand what she was saying. "We haven't involved the younger girls yet," she continued, "but that'll be changing soon. What I need to know is if you would be willing to have sex with some of the women aboard so they can have babies." Suddenly, thinking about the many older girls and women I knew, I felt the blood draining from my head. I thought about the girls I'd had crushes on, the 10th grader Lara, my classmate Keiko Nakayama, Mrs. Bergen herself. I nearly passed out. I tried to steady myself as I leaned forward and my hand pressed against the calf of Mrs. Bergen's crossed legs. It was the first time I ever touched her. "Easy there, David," Mrs. Bergen said, catching me as I reeled in my seat; "it's not as exciting as you think." "Huh?" I said, woozily. I could smell Mrs. Bergen's perfume, vaguely resembling a fresh field of wild flowers, and recovered my senses. "You'd have to do it in the dark," Mrs. Bergen explained, "and there's no talking. It has to be impersonal, so you and your partner don't recognize each other." "What if a girl...doesn't want to do it?" "Well, that's not an option; the captain wants the population built up now, before you boys get older and families start re-forming with husbands and wives. You can imagine, a husband wouldn't necessarily want his wife to be going off to get poked by a random stranger every weekend." "Does this mean I can't have a girlfriend? Would that be disruptive?" "No," Mrs. Bergen said, smiling, "Project Seed is just for the short-term; eventually, boys and girls will go back to having normal lives." "So, should I ask my Mom if it's okay?" "No, she already knows we're having this talk. So what do you say?" "I think I'd like to do it," I said. "Good man. I knew you'd be a team player." She uncrossed her beautiful legs, breasts swaying a bit as she rose from her chair and opened the door. I almost passed out both from the sight and from the idea of really having sex. * * * Somewhat sheepishly, I told Mom about Project Seed. She blushed. Kissed me, and said that she already knew all about it. That was where she had gotten pregnant for her baby. My sisters were a lot more embarrassed. They would be partners for someone too. But not me. I was assured by Mrs. Bergen that the computer wouldn't assign me to a close member of my family, a sibling or a blood relative. But who would be my first partner? I didn't know many girls except for those in my class and my sisters. I sort of liked Lara Basu. She was pretty, dark, had deep black eyes but she was a full year older than me. Keiko Nakamura was in my class. She had been my science lab partner and we got along well. She was beginning to grow breasts and had nice legs. I thought she was quite attractive. She had a nice smile and a sparkling laugh. But I didn't really know her that well. We had only talked about science projects and school work. She was Eurasian with a French mother and a Japanese father. He had been the ship's chief computer engineer until he died in the plague. Keiko missed him terribly. I wouldn't have minded if the computer assigned me to my older sister, Eva, but that was unlikely. There were at least 1000 women waiting to be impregnated so the chances of getting any specific person would be like winning a lottery. So I waited, impatiently, for my first appointment with a random partner. It would come the next weekend at the Ship's Nursery where the anonymous coupling in our area of the spaceship had been taking place. So, irrationally, I stopped masturbating, wanting to be as potent as possible. Unfortunately, that meant my balls were positively aching with pressure by the time I showed up for my session, and the woman who greeted me could tell I was feeling uncomfortable. A nursery worker, her name was Selina Quintanilla, and she had a very maternal manner, generous and comforting, complimented by her nice chubby body, and a pair of positively gigantic breasts. "Are you my partner?" I asked, stupidly, as she guided me into a bedchamber. "No," she said, "I'm just here to show you how things work." The chamber, I noted, was softly lit with low red light. It revealed a king-sized bed with plush sheets, and some other minimal furniture. The walls were thick and it seemed thoroughly soundproofed. Selina told me that there were a number of similar chambers located in other areas of the ship since one couldn't accommodate the need. "We'll turn down the lights all the way," she said gently, "for your partner." "Should I get undressed?" "Here, let me help you," Selina said. She said it so matter-of-factly, I didn't even think to protest. A few moments later, I was sitting naked on the side of the bed, with Selina standing fully clothed beside me. "Ma'am," I said, "what's it like...the first time?" She smiled. "It'll be special. The girl knows it's your first time." "Well, geez," I said, "what if I cum too soon? I don't want to embarrass her." Again, the matronly Selina smiled. "Well, maybe I can help a little," she said. Then, to my utter amazement, she put her hand on my shoulder, and pushed me onto my back on the bed. Then, still fully clothed, she got on the bed with me, straddling my hips, and took my cock in her hand; I was rock-hard in a second, but before I could even react, she lifted up her skirt with her free hand, pulled her panties aside, and settled down on top of me. I felt my drooling cock-head touch her velvety- soft labia, then slip inside her as she sank downward, sliding a wet sheath of fertile flesh down around my stiff penis. "Oh, fuck...!" I gasped, feeling the head of my dick touch her cervix; I looked into her eyes--the eyes of a mother, compassionate and loving--and exploded deep inside her. "Oh god...!" I grunted, suddenly grasping her hips and thrusting upward; she took my thrusts, groaning slightly as my sperm squirted into her belly. I felt her inside muscles holding me, milking the cream from my balls. Then it was done. I relaxed and she knelt forward, still impaled on my cock, to kiss me on the cheek. "I'll give you a minute," she said, "then send her in." "Wait a minute," I said, "what if something happens, or she wants me to stop?" She startled me with a gentle pelvic thrust--squeezing my cock. "You see that green light beside the bed?" she said; "Either one of you can touch that, and it will signal that you're done." "What will happen if I talk?" I asked. "Will somebody throw me out?" Again she squeezed my cock, gently, with her pussy. "No. It's just not polite. And if you get too carried away, we might not ask you to come back." "Well, that wouldn't be good." My gentle partner smiled, lifting back upright, and sat there a long moment cradling my shaft inside her. Then she rose up off me, and I lay there spent, for the moment, as she departed. A moment later the lights faded out completely, then the door slid open again with a slight hiss. I didn't know who she was. I made sure to keep quiet. I wasn't sure quite how old she was either, but she seemed to know what she was doing. In the dark, she slid down beside me, and nuzzled my neck as she felt for my penis. It was still slick. I think that surprised her a little but I became instantly hard the moment she touched me. That was the main thing she cared about. She let me fondle her nice and firm breasts then pulled me over on top of her. She ran her hand up and down my penis as if assessing its size and stiffness. Her fingers lingered a while on my cock head, rubbing my pre-cum over the whole surface. Aware of my "virginity", she gently guided my penis up to her hole, then eased the tip inside herself. It certainly felt good; she was warm and soft inside, and I wondered who she might be even as I felt my shaft sink inside her, and my balls came to a rest on her ass. Who was it? Lara? Keiko? My Mom...? Maybe it was even one of my stepsisters... Of course, I knew better but she was still somebody's daughter, lying beneath me with my cock nudging her womb. The thought was certainly arousing. Even though it was my first time I knew about the mechanics of fucking. I started moving my hips back and forth, driving my penis into her. I felt her groan with delight. She probably expected me to cum soon, but my benefactor Selina had taken the edge off. I was solid. I could feel her pussy-mouth stretched around my shaft. I could feel her cervix, too, every time I went deep. I began to get really excited at the sensations from my cock. This was much better than masturbation. Whoever she was, young or old, student, technician or teacher, she was clearly pleased at my stamina. She obviously enjoyed what I was doing to her. She wrapped her legs around my back, even as I pumped her. Her hips started moving to meet mine and every motion drove my penis deeper into her body. She clutched me tight. Her body started squirming beneath mine. "Oh, baby...!" she whispered, "Make me cum...Yes, I'm going to cum." I didn't recognize her voice, but I felt my cock stiffen even harder, realizing what I was doing to her. Inadvertently, I was grinding her clitoris between our pubic bones, and her pussy began to clutch at me, holding me tighter inside her. "Oh, I think I'm gonna cum..." I whispered back. I could feel the urgency in my groin. Thankfully, for my youthful self-esteem, she came first. "I'm cumming. Baby, you are making me cum. I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING NOW!" Her body tensed, then shuddered through what seemed to be a massive orgasm as pleasure washed through her body. She actually bit my shoulder, surprising me, even as her cunt continued contracting around my penis. I was thankful for the soundproofing of the chamber or her shouts might have shaken the entire spaceship. "Oh, sorry--!" she said. "That's all right," I said, finally pushing in deep. I climaxed, a really great one. It was much better than any of my masturbatory climaxes. I clutched her body tightly in orgasm, all the while squirting my sperm into her belly. I was surprised how hard I came. Jets of semen flowed from my cock, plastering the mouth of her womb--and I kept on pushing until I was sure that I had squeezed out every last drop. She sounded fairly mature--more than I should know, I guessed, but I didn't want to embarrass her, or break the rules, so I just leaned in close to her, held her in my arms, and nibbled on her neck. She held me close and whispered "That was very nice." We did it several more times after that, once with her riding me, and once with me fucking her from behind. She tensed and she had a full body shaking orgasm each time she came. Her cunt milked my penis and pulled every last drop of sperm out of my body. She was quite soaked with cum by the time she finally touched the green light, sparing me the embarrassment of calling an end to the session. I was totally exhausted but my partner probably could have gone all night, cumming over and over. As the lights began to come up, she kissed me good-bye, but was gone before I could even catch a glimpse of her features. If was quite an introduction into the pleasures of sex. I soon came to learn that not all of my other partners were such sexual athletes. * * * What was strange was how little us guys talked about it. Maybe that's because every boy soon had a mother or sister--or both-- with newborn babies, and more on the way. Both my sisters were soon pregnant, as was Mom (with her second), and I couldn't help but wonder which of my classmates might have done it, who might have thrust his cock deep inside little Jane or Eva or Mom, and filled her womb with his seed. Whoever did it, there were soon more babies than the birth mothers on the ship could handle, and new institutions evolved to deal with that. Nursery Homes formed, essentially collective homes staffed by full- time attendants. The homes would raise most of the babies. The Captain herself, 39-year old Millicent Scotia, turned up plump with her first baby a few months later. Thinking about that sure put the stiffness in my cock when I returned to the Ship's Nursery for my weekly anonymous fuck. I might have been the father of the Captain's baby for all I knew. Although we were only allowed one partner per week, I looked forward to the weekends with sex-happy glee. I kept masturbating to build up my stamina. I now realized that was a good technique, it kept me from popping my nut the moment I touched a girl, and gave me endurance to make it good for her, whoever it was. Every time I masturbated I fantasized a different girl, Keiko, Lara, Mrs. Bergen, even my Mom and my sisters. To be honest, even though I had had a number of Project Seed partners I hadn't actually seen that many women nude. It was always dark in the chamber. Every partner was different. Some were older ladies who, even while bucking and cumming in the throes of orgasm, tried, usually unsuccessfully, to keep their composure and not show their obvious pleasure at being fucked by a boy young enough to be their own child. Some simply enjoyed sex. Some were young girls who squirmed in ecstasy when I fucked their sweet little pussies. Some had already had several babies. And some were girls barely out of grade school, so tight they almost hurt when I fucked them. I really couldn't tell much about the women from the configuration of their bodies. The mandatory physical fitness program on the ship kept most of them lean and in good condition. * * * Alas, Project Seed did not last indefinitely. By the time I was 16, my Mom had squeezed out three babies, and my sisters added two more each, which was typical; Mrs. Bergen eventually had twins, two daughters, and Captain Scotia herself contributed a set of triplets on her 42nd birthday, adding to the daughter she'd already had in the interim. Well into the Project, I asked the Ship's Nursery doctor, Riva Cohen, a cute 27 year old brunette and mother of a son by some lucky bastard, if the ship's women were using fertility drugs. She just chuckled, pointing out that was hardly necessary. A simple biological test was used to determine each woman's time of ovulation. Copulation at the woman's most fertile time made a lot of the women pregnant. So we boys weren't such studs after all. It was just science. Dr. Cohen was an Israeli pediatric physician who arrived aboard the New Ark with her brother, a dedicated environmentalist. She was a compact bundle of supercharged energy, extremely attractive. In fact she would be positively beautiful if you could get her to sit still for a minute. Over a span of three years, my classmates and I, just 50 guys, ended up fathering nearly 2,000 children by the women enrolled in the program, and Captain Scotia finally decided that was enough. The Seed Project would end within the year. It wasn't as much fun for the women as it was for the men. Given that there were only 50 of us guys trying to service over 1000 women, each woman would have sex only a couple of times a year. Fewer times if they got pregnant. That must have built up a powerful sex hunger in some of them and I'm sure that they found other ways to satisfy themselves. Project Seed simply ignored individual sexual preferences. Straight or lesbian, it didn't make any difference. When a woman was about to ovulate she would be assigned to one of the Project Seed bedchambers. It wasn't an option. She had to be there regardless of desire. Boys were selected on a rotation. Unless excluded because of a biological or familial relationship, the next one in line would be expected to deposit his seed in the vulva of the willing or unwilling woman. I'm sure that there were a few gays amongst the 50 or so boys, but all were expected to serve just as were the women. This must have produced some very unhappy sessions. In the slightly more than two years that I had been with the project I learned a lot about how women responded to sex. A small minority approached the session without apparent emotion and would lie placidly while I planted my semen in their wombs. I couldn't tell if they simply didn't enjoy the physical act or they felt that they were violating the memory of their deceased husbands or lovers. They were clearly doing their duty for the ship, just as I did mine. I would cum, of course, but after I ejaculated twice they would signal the end of the session and we would part. Fortunately for my ego there were only a few of those. Other women cooperated fully, clutching my body as I entered them. Most of them had climaxes and a few even told me that they were cumming. They held me tight, kissed me, stroked my penis, and wanted me to hold and squeeze their bodies and breasts. They appeared to have satisfactory orgasms, as did I. I didn't learn until later that their climaxes were not really due to any specific action on my part. They simply enjoyed being fucked and were responding to the stimulation of their genitals. There was little emotional involvement with the act of making love to a young boy. Fucking me was better than masturbation but I could have used a carrot instead of my penis. Except then they couldn't have gotten pregnant. But many women were totally enthusiastic about our sessions. They grasped me, often mouthed my penis, gave me their breasts to suck, wrapped their legs around me, and fucked me thoroughly. I was being used, of course, but for our mutual pleasure as well as conception. Several years of heterosexual abstinence builds up a strong sex hunger. A few were so sexually aggressive that I was totally exhausted by the end of the session. Once Selina had to enter to make sure that we were all right. My partner and I had been fucking for four hours straight. Age of my partner made only a slight difference in her behavior. But the older women seemed to relish the act of fucking more than some of the younger ones. "Older" is a relative term. At my ripe age of 15, going on 16, anyone over 30 was "old." Because of the way the ship's crew was selected there were very few people, except for a few senior officers, over the age of 40 aboard. Besides, as Dr. Cohen told me, a woman's sex urge tends to peak in her late 30s and early 40s. The combination of a horny teen aged male and a sexually frustrated "older" woman made for passionate lovemaking. I had a suspicion that one of my older and very enthusiastic partners was my stepmother. I knew that the computer wouldn't assign me to a blood relative but she and I were not actually related. My partner's body felt strangely familiar, as if she and I had known each other for years. We had a very enjoyable and mutually satisfying fuck. Our bodies just seemed to flow together. If it was my Mom it must have felt strange, and a bit kinky, to have the penis of the little boy she had raised plunging in and out of her vagina. Her cunt gripped my cock so tightly that it literally stripped the sperm out of me. We both came several times, hugged each other, then had a final fuck during which we both had nearly simultaneous orgasms. It was a thoroughly delightful session. I couldn't tell for sure. My partner made it a point not to say a word and the chamber was pitch dark. All I knew is Mom was very attentive to me at home for the next couple of weeks. She hugged me frequently and touched me every time she walked past. She had another baby in the next year but I didn't know for certain if it was mine. For my part, I wasn't too sad about the end of Project Seed. By then, I was going out with Keiko, just 16 but the mother of a 2-year old son by some guy in the project, given up to a nursery home. Sex with Keiko was very enjoyable but with all the sex I'd had I was kind of glad she didn't want to fuck all the time. Keiko also made sure she was using the newly authorized contraceptive implant. Her next baby, she said, would come when we wanted it. Our sex was just for our mutual pleasure. We fucked for fun, not for procreation. We laughed, talked and did it in broad daylight, enjoying giving each other climaxes. But it was also nice just to hang out with her and enjoy her company. And when we did have sex it was special. It is different when you're in love. But I was still plenty potent, and I continued to have partners in Project Seed right up to the last. Toward the end, the rules got pretty relaxed; for my second- to-last coupling, Dr. Cohen startled me by asking if she could be my partner this time. I agreed. She looked positively super-fuckable in a halter-top, short white skirt and white sandals. When she doffed her clothes she looked even more fuckable. She wanted to do it, for a change, with the lights on. Unfortunately, I was a little too turned on. I shot my load in her belly almost as soon as she sunk down around my shaft but she was kind enough to get me hard again with a nice blowjob. She sucked and stroked my soft penis to full erection. Then, with surprising dignity, she impaled herself on my cock a second time, and picked up a clipboard to give me the details of my two year sex campaign. "Let's see," she said, reading off her clipboard even as she straddled me, raising and lowering her body slowly, grinding her hips into my crotch, "you've made love to 95 women in the project--median age 26.9--and fathered 53 babies by 38 of them, including one set of triplets and six sets of twins. Triplets are pretty rare so Captain Scotia's babies might have been yours." "But why did we start Project Seed in the first place? Wouldn't artificial insemination be more efficient?" "Oh, David," Dr. Cohen said. "You are so young. After all the men died the adult women on the ship became very frustrated. The men were our husbands and lovers. A life without some sex was intolerable. We weren't all nuns or lesbians. We needed you young men to satisfy ourselves as well as produce babies for the next generation. The decision to start Project Seed was a social one, not a medical one. It was needed to give a feeling of normalcy to our life onboard. And all the young boys, you in particular, did a marvelous job." "Oh, fuck..." I gasped, watching the pretty doctor's tits bounce on her chest as she slowly moved up and down, feeling her pussy suck at my cock. Dr. Cohen had the ability to time share her considerable attributes better than anyone I had ever known. She could do two or more things at the same time, attending to both equally well. But when she decided to focus her attention she gave her all to what she was doing. I'm sure she could feel my penis sliding in and out of her vagina as she moved. I could see the little twinges of her body and could feel the muscles of her legs contract as she straddled my body. Her nipples were hard, standing up firm, and little bumps appeared around her aureolae. Once in a while her hand stroked her own breast, lingered for a while twisting a nipple, then reached out to turn a page on the document attached to the clipboard. I didn't see how she could keep her composure, reading from a clipboard in the middle of a fuck. Despite having a baby herself a year earlier, her pussy was very tight and snug around my penis. "So," I said, "these women are never going to know I was the father, right?" "Right..." she said. But then she added, with a sly wink, "Except for one. I thought you should know, you're the father of my baby." "I...what?" "You might remember it. I was your first--after Selina." "Oh my God," I said, finally overcome by her slow- grinding fuck. My cock was ready to explode. I came hard, plastering her womb with jets of thick and youthful semen. She put her clipboard aside and hugged me as I climaxed. "It was a doctor's prerogative," she said, gleefully milking my pulsing cock with her pussy; "I always liked taking the first timers." "Now since it will be our last time, make me cum like you did that first time. I've never forgotten it." She clutched my body and seemed to squeeze her cunt around my penis. In the light I could see her face and watch her tits bounce. Her face had an intense look, almost agonized, as if making love to me was the most important thing in the world. Now she was giving our fucking 100%, no, at least 110% of her attention. Despite having just come I really got into it. Her legs wrapped around me pulling me into her. It didn't take too long before her obvious desire had its effect on both of us. We flipped over, me on top this time. I could feel my hard cock driving into the depths of her cunt. I clutched her body and fucked her, first slowly, trying to press my penis against her clitoris with each stroke. I got more and more excited and wrapped my arms hard around her, moving as vigorously as I could. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, her nipples against mine. It was just like the first time. She reached her hands over our bodies and clutched my ass cheeks, pulling me into her with each stroke. She was really writhing under me now. Her motions became almost violent. I felt that she would really throw me off but her arms held me tight. I could feel her muscles vibrate and tense and her legs start to stiffen. Time seemed to stop. Dr. Cohen's body became my entire universe. All I could think about was fucking, fucking, fucking her. She drew me, body and soul, into her vagina. "Oh yes," she cried. "You are doing it to me again. I can feel it happening. My cunt is on fire. I'm becoming all cunt. You are going to make me cum. I'm starting to cum. It's going to be a big one. My biggest one ever. OH, YES! YES! YES! YES! DAVID, I'M GOING TO CUM FOR YOU! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING NOW!" With that final expletive we both exploded in a huge climax. "That was fantastic, David" she said. "I've never cum like that before. Thank you so much." Then she hugged me a final time, kissed me and left the chamber. So it seemed I would know only one of the mothers of my babies. When the last week came, however, I was surprised by a familiar perfume smell when my partner entered the darkened room. I couldn't quite place it, but it smelled nice and flowery, just like wild flowers, and I suddenly realized who it was when she slid down next to me with her lithe body surmounted by two big breasts, breasts swollen even larger with milk for two recently-born babies. It was Mrs. Bergen! Before getting into bed she reached over and adjusted the hidden light switch. The room was illuminated in a soft red glow and I could see her beautiful face and superlative figure. My penis instantly became erect, harder than I had ever felt it. Of course, I was no longer in Mrs. Bergen's class, but even so my heart raced fast, and I nearly fell off the bed. She remembered me, of course. I had been one of her favorites. She sat down on the bed next to me, almost as she did that first time in her office. Just as before her gorgeous legs were crossed. One lovely calf bulged over the knee of her other leg. Except this time I could follow the line of her dancer's thighs up to her pussy. Her breasts swung free, totally unencumbered by the constraint of a bra. My eyes were drawn to her turgid nipples, perfectly centered in large areolas. I was almost overcome by the sight until her voice made me focus my attention. "David," she said. "I'm not your teacher any more. I'm a very needy and love starved woman. I want you to use me tonight any way you want. It's the end of Project Seed and I want us to end it with a bang. Fuck me until I can't stand. Really give it to me. I want to have another baby." Somehow, through a supreme effort of self-control, I managed to maintain my composure enough to reach out and hold her in my arms. Typically there were a few minutes of awkwardness with a new partner as we got to know each other's bodies, the positions we liked, and the things that felt comfortable. But there was no awkwardness at all with Mrs. Bergen. We fell into each other's arms as if we had been lovers for a lifetime. It was not strange on my part. She had been my imaginary lover for years in my dreams. But on her part - had she dreamt about me as I had about her? No matter. She was in my arms now. Up close, the smell of her perfume was even more intense. I buried my face between her breasts and sucked on her nipples with childish glee, sensing her mild embarrassment when milk began to pulse from both her nipples in unrelenting jets. I squeezed her nipple with my lips and sucked my fill of her sweet milk while she held my head to her breast. "Oh yes, suck me David. Milk me! Nurse from my big titties. Suck me dry." She wrapped her hand around the base of the breast and squeezed to force more of her milk into my mouth. When her breast was empty she raised my head to hers and we kissed, mixing the tastes of our saliva with her milk. Then she lowered her head to my cock. It was something few of the project women did. I laid back to let her do it, sucking my shaft with lips I remembered all too well from class. It didn't take long before she made me cum. it was messy, with the sound of her slurping and sucking, and I was startled to hear her gulping down my sperm. Then I rolled her over to return the favor. I peeled open her sweet pussy with my fingers. She closed her strong thighs around my head. It was what I always dreamed of doing when I was in her class. In my masturbation fantasies I would run my hands up her lovely legs, kissing them as I went. Then I would spread her perfect thighs apart to bury my face in her pussy. But this was reality. I was actually doing it. She put her hands down to hold her vaginal lips apart while I sucked her juices and flicked my tongue across her clitoris until she came. It was a truly cooperative fucking. I could feel her legs tighten around me and her body started to buck. "Oh, God--!" she gasped; "you're making me cum...!!! Do it again. Really give it to me. Fuck me. Please fuck me." Her voice was husky and passionate. I had never heard it like that before. I was hard as an iron bar again when I finally moved up between her legs to fuck her. She was moist and tight, despite her babies, and I pushed in all the way with one thrust. She gasped, startled, then wrapped her arms and legs around my back as I started to pump her. I could feel those lovely full calves press into my back. She whispered that she could feel my stiffness, unyielding in the clutching grip of her cunt, but I just kept silent myself, not wanting to ruin the most erotic moment of my life. Soon she came again, hard. She was not a screamer like Dr. Cohen but she kept whispering "I'm cumming, David, I'm cumming," into my ear. She started shuddering and had a powerful orgasm. I continued fucking her right on through her climax and then pulled out to fuck her from behind. I flipped her over onto her hands and knees and entered her cunt from the rear. Reaching under her kneeling body, I grasped her dangling still dripping nipples and used her breasts as reins to pull her body back and forth on my cock. I could feel my balls hit her ass every time I jerked her backward. I pulled so hard I was afraid her nipples would be torn off. "I like it from behind," she said. "Fuck me like a doggy. Make me cum again." I could feel her hips lunging back and forth as she rode my penis. Slapping her ass with my hips, my cock worked in her creamy hole, kissing her womb with my cock-head. We were no longer human lovers. Just animals in heat. "Pull me. Pull my titties harder, harder. I love it." Finally I rode her so vigorously that I forced her down off her knees and into the bedspread beneath us. "Yes, yes!" she cried. "Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, David, fuck me!" More than anything, I wanted to impregnate her to fill her fertile tummy with cum and soak her eggs with my sperm. My desire actually prolonged my pleasure. I was harder than I'd ever been. My entire being seemed to be centered in my penis. I fucked Mrs. Bergen with a superhuman energy and stamina, making up for all those times that I masturbated to her image in my mind. For this evening she was all mine in the actual flesh. I could feel her body in my soul. Within minutes she started rising to another shuddering climax. She began gasping and making inarticulate sounds, punctuating my thrusts with throaty moans of pleasure. "YES, YES, YES! OH GOD! YES! YES!" This time she really screamed as her whole body tensed and she shook to another orgasm. I hadn't ejaculated yet so I punched in deep to squirt my sperm right into her womb as I had my climax. There was a lot, gushing streams of semen erupted from my cock, filling her pussy with my living seed. I could feel the back-flow wash across my balls and spill across her thighs. We hugged each other tightly for what seemed hours touching and fondling each other's body parts. I nursed from her bountiful breasts and she gave me the mother of all blow jobs. I sucked her cunt, delighting in the taste of our mixed emissions. We both knew that this would be the end of Project Seed and we would never get an opportunity to be with each other again. We loved each other over and over. We violated the Project Seed protocol by talking to each other, telling each other about how much we had dreamed of this night. She told me that she had wondered how I would be in bed since that day she first asked me to be in Project Seed. After I had been in her class for a couple of years she said she used to lie in bed at night and play with her pussy, imagining it was me. I told her that I too had masturbated to thoughts of her for years. My confession seemed to turn her on and she attacked my body with new fury, sucking and handling everything she could reach. I fucked her cunt with my penis and sucked it with my lips, nibbled her clitoris, caressed her beautiful legs, played with her milky breasts. She, in turn, kissed every part of my body, tongued my nipples, licked and sucked my cock, and insisted that I tit fuck her, grasping my cock head with her lips every time I came near her mouth. We climaxed over and over, driven by the knowledge that this would be the last time. It continued so long that I had the fleeting thought that Selina would enter to check up on us. Fortunately Selina had the good sense to leave us alone. Mrs. Bergen must have talked to her in advance. She was not gentle with me, nor was I with her. We chewed and bit each other. I squeezed her breasts until the ends bulged. Tiny streams of milk jetted out of the swollen nipples. She told me she loved it and asked me to squeeze even harder. I stopped only when I was afraid the nipples would burst. She, in turn, sucked and chewed my cock, biting down as forcefully as she dared. Any harder and she would have drawn blood. We would both be covered with hickeys and tooth marks in the morning as souvenirs of our passion. I might find the bruises difficult to explain to Keiko, but tomorrow was tomorrow. Finally we had only enough stamina left for one more time. We fucked and fucked, holding each other close, until I added still another blast of sperm to her womb. This time we both came in simultaneous orgasms. It was a mind blowing, never to be repeated, orgasmic earthquake, or in this case, spacecraft shaking. We hugged, kissed and I finally let her go. I swore to myself never to reveal our secret. As it happened, Mrs. Bergen did grow plump and round with one more baby--a son born 9 months later--and I was secretly pleased to hear that she would raise him herself. PART TWO If you read my account of the Project Seed population recovery project on the starship New Ark you might be curious about how things turned out after the project was discontinued. Project Seed was a great success in restoring the population of the starship. There were now 3000 people on board, 2000 of them young children. The ship had become a huge nursery school. Naturally, half the children were male. In a generation life would return to normal. But, of course, social relationships were far from normal, at least during the decades immediately after the project was ended. At the start of Project Seed there were only 50 men to more than 1000 women. But now that the need for procreation was removed there was no social structure in place to regulate sexual liaisons. The difference in numbers of men and women was as great as it had been before. Competition for the available men was intense. It was complicated by the fact that many of the older boys had formed romantic relationships with girls of their own age. As I learned in my reading, the design of a spaceship could be either be based on the philosophy that it should be constructed with sufficient reliability to function properly until the end of the mission or that it should be constructed to be easily and continually maintained by an onboard crew. Without advance knowledge of how long the journey would take or the hazards to be encountered, the designers chose the second approach. The side benefit was that continual maintenance provided a social function for a trip of indeterminate length. People would have something important to do and a high motivation to do it. Although we had no provision for making large structures, we had well equipped workshops and laboratories and could construct replacement parts for just about everything. Technology had advanced to the point that computer controlled devices, given adequate instructions, could make just about any artifact needed from hairpins to semiconductor circuits. They could even repair and replicate themselves. Computer scientists and programmers were still needed to provide the instructions but much fabrication was done automatically. Daily life on board the New Ark was largely a matter of performing those tasks necessary for ship function and the continuation of a civilized society. Most tasks were involved with food production, maintenance, education and research. Basic research was similar to that conducted in Earth's universities. I didn't know anything about that. Dr. Cohen told me that in medicine and biology most work was being done on understanding essential life processes. Applied research was devoted to improving ship's systems and facilities and to provide techniques for coping with a new planet's uncertainties. We had some communication with Earth's scientists who were in sympathy with the Green Earth Society objectives and we even received copies of some journals and newspapers by radio communication. But the further from Earth we traveled, the longer the transmission delay and the older the information. The majority of the ship's systems were run by increasingly capable computers. They could handle just about any routine function, leaving only exceptional situations to be addressed by crew members. The computers were just about as intelligent as a human being, lacking only self-awareness to be considered sentient. At the rate that they were evolving it is likely that by the time we reached our destination they would be running the ship, keeping humans as their pets. Both automation and the communal nature of shipboard life freed up a lot of time. Food preparation was done in large kitchens, just like on a luxury cruise liner. The ship's designers wisely decided that it would be much more efficient to prepare 1000 meals at one time in a single location than one meal at a time in 1000 locations. We would usually eat our meals in a number of small buffet restaurants scattered throughout the ship. They were imaginatively decorated and provided the illusion of dining variety even though all choices were from the same menu. Varying work schedules required that most households had some kitchen facilities to prepare the occasional snack. The appliances were usually restricted to a microwave oven and a tiny refrigerator. Fabrics were used only until they got dirty, then discarded and new ones almost instantly produced by special purpose machines. Everybody's physical measurements were kept in a data file so garments were custom tailored when needed. The designers had calculated that it was more efficient to provide new clothing when needed than to launder and dry the dirty stuff. The old fabrics would simply be recycled. We devoted most of our spare time to the arts and whatever athletic and cultural amusements could be performed in the confines of our ship. We had dramatic plays, concerts and dances. There was even an acting troupe that put on an annual cycle of Shakespeare's plays. The practice of marriage continued, but it was largely an agreement to share life's responsibilities and the raising of children. It no longer implied strict sexual fidelity. Given the disparity in numbers between men and women, total fidelity would have been impossible to enforce. Mating traditions based on a holding a nuclear family largely disappeared, as did bans on incest. Relative age of mating partners made little difference. How could it? The average age of women on board was in the high 20s while the average age of the surviving males was in the teens. Sex was looked on as a matter of entertainment. It tended to release tensions that otherwise might cause social unrest. After the end of Project Seed's controlled mating, women and men, really boys, were allowed to get fulfillment as they pleased. Passive birth control was used to control the population. Girls and women had an implant which prevented pregnancy. A simple injection would restore fertility for a few months so they could have a child when they wanted. Nothing was left to chance. There were 20 women for every man for at least a generation after the plague. This male/female ratio put strains on a social system largely based on equal numbers of the sexes. There was no longer any official need for copulation but sexual activity actually increased after the ship's population had been restored and birth control was again widely adopted. Bisexuality became the norm for most women. Because of the shortage of men some women opted to group into female only households similar to the nunneries or convents of the middle ages. Heterosexual intercourse was comparatively rare. Women got the largest portion of their sexual satisfaction by masturbation or relationships with other women. One curious development was informal female "life enrichment" parties. An older lady told me that it was just like the Tupperware parties of her childhood. Groups of women would periodically assemble in someone's quarters for an orgasmic orgy. They would engage in small talk over a light snack then pair up and fondle and caress each other until both climaxed. At a signal they would switch and the new partners would mutually "do" each other. The party continued until all had cum several times. Participants denied that this was lesbianism. There was no emotional involvement, it was pure physical satisfaction, simply an erotic massage. In some of the parties the participants wore semitransparent hoods to hide their identities. They were nude from the neck down but their faces were covered. The parties spawned a sub rosa industry of making female masturbation aides. While never officially condoned by the authorities, the ship's workshops produced a variety of vibrators, clit pumps, and dildos. There were even a few universal orgasm machines, which one woman nicknamed "Orgasmatrons" after a line in an old comedy movie. The name stuck. The Orgasmatron was a comfortable padded box containing a vibrating, moving penis surrogate to be inserted in the vagina, suction devices which encompassed and caressed the breasts, a vacuum clit stimulator, and rollers for a whole body massage. Soft music was provided by tiny speakers near the woman's head. A woman could lie in the Orgasmatron and have all her hot zones exercised simultaneously. I was told that it could give a women a decent orgasm in just a few minutes. It was an indefatigable lover. Some women used the Orgasmatron for hours on end, cumming repeatedly. It was better, the authorities felt, to turn a blind eye to this unorthodox use of ship's facilities, than to incur the unrest of female crew members. Besides, the rumor was that Captain Scotia was partial to the Orgasmatron herself. Naturally I never attended any of these parties but my sister Jane did. She told me it took the edge off. She even tried the Orgasmatron a couple of times but she said that she still preferred human contact. She confided in me that our sister Eva was a bit of an Orgasmatron addict, once claiming that she had cum ten times in an hour. Knowing Eva's appetites, I suspect it was true. Jane had a very practical attitude about sex. It was a pleasurable experience but it was all a matter of stimulating the right body parts. It didn't matter much how it was done. She felt that a climax was a climax, regardless of how it was achieved. After a receiving a few orgasms in life enhancement parties she stopped thinking about sex for a while. Until next time, that is. This situation was not unusual in human history. After great wars which decimated the male population, social acceptance of polygamy, harems, and concubines increased. It was that way for the first generation after the plague on the New Ark. The society that developed was a compromise between individual liberty and shipboard discipline. The right of private property was limited practically to personal possessions but private privileges were many. The motivation for achievement lay chiefly in the winning of leadership positions and prerogatives, and, of course, in the recognition of a job well done. There was only a very limited degree of owning anything that could be classified as wealth. Resources of every description belonged as a matter of public interest to the community at large. It would have gladdened a Socialist's heart. That's not to say that free enterprise was totally abolished. Everyone received the same allowance of clothing, for example, but all were free to decorate their garb in whatever imaginative fashion they chose. A cottage industry of garment alteration arose to provide fashionable alterations. The same with just about every standard item aboard. Payment was by trading job shifts or leisure time credits since New Ark had a currency free society. Dr. Cohen told me that the ship's social structure was like an Israeli kibbutz that she remembered from her childhood, albeit with more sexual permissiveness. Men and women still lived together but child care and rearing were a community responsibility. All adults attended to the day's responsibilities while the children were in school or a nursery. In the evening the children returned to their parents, biological or adoptive. I, for example, was engaged to Keiko. We lived together in a small apartment, actually a suite of cabins in the ship. We both attended the equivalent of junior college and intended to pursue professional careers. I wanted to study medicine, Keiko wanted to be a teacher. We loved each other, spent most of our waking hours in each other's company, and slept together at night. But there was plenty of opportunity to stray. When I left the security of our quarters to attend classes or for my mandatory participation in performing some of the chores aboard ship I was assaulted by the sexual advances of some of the older women. Walking to school I ran the gamut of lovely legs, exposed breasts and come hither looks. One absolutely beautiful woman would sit on a chair in a secluded entrance to her apartment and seductively stimulate herself as I passed. Every day she would progress further and further. The first day she simply caressed her body seductively. On the second day she exposed her large breasts and licked her own nipples. By the next day she had her skirt around her waist and was playing with her pussy. By the of the week she was writhing to a simulated orgasm. Of course this had an effect on me. I was seventeen years old and in thrall to my male hormones. I made up my mind to take a few hours off from school and visit her but her apartment door was closed. Apparently some other young stud was quicker than I at taking advantage of such a blatant invitation. Keiko and the few other girls who had boyfriends were aware of the competition from other women and tried to keep their own mates fucked to the eyeballs. I've got to say that it worked for me. I thought Keiko was absolutely lovely and she certainly satisfied my carnal needs. I strayed very few times during the next few years. Mrs. Bergen had been promoted to be the principal of a new school at the other end of the spaceship and I rarely ran into her. Just as well. Keiko would have a tough time keeping me from straying if she lived next door. Besides, I didn't want to do anything that would tarnish the most memorable evening of my life. Our small population encouraged us to go back to the apprenticeship system of learning trades and professions. A student who wanted to learn mechanical engineering studied with an experienced mechanical engineer learning all the tricks of the trade. It was more formal than that, of course. There was a lot of textbook type learning from video and computer sources but the hands on practice was done just as it was in the middle ages. For my medical studies I would be apprenticed to one of the staff physicians on board. To my surprise it was Dr. Cohen. Apparently she had requested me as a student. Dr. Cohen looked much as she did before, a few years older, but still quite lovely. She was an excellent teacher. I took all the computer and video courses to master the theory and she instructed me in the hands on practice of medicine. The "random" coupling of Project Seed complicated our medical record keeping and diagnosis. Normally the propensity for some specific diseases is inherited. A father or mother will transmit the likelihood for incurring some ailment to his or her children. But the anonymity of fatherhood blurred the record. Or did it? Dr. Cohen confided in me that there was a record of all births stored in the central computer and, using DNA records, it was possible to determine the actual father of each child. My curiosity was tweaked. After hours, I downloaded the portion of the file that covered my couplings to see which children were actually mine. I had fathered both of Dr. Cohen's children, a girl and a boy. But she had told me as much. I was also happy to learn that Mrs. Bergen's last child was mine too. But some things surprised me. I was not the father of any of Captain Scotia's children. There was another set of triplets aboard that were mine but I had no idea who they were. Probably they were adopted by different parents. The biggest surprise was finding out that I was the father of my Mom's last child. We had indeed shared that wonderful session in the conception chamber. My baby brother was also my son. I ran down the list of the other 50 or so children that I had fathered. I was only casually acquainted with most of the women. One had been another teacher at the school. We never got along too well in class but I remembered that she was great in bed. She was the one that Selina had to rescue me from after four hours of continuous fucking. Some of the younger girls had been my classmates. I can't remember lusting after them in school, except for Lara. I was the father of her daughter. I never did find out who the father of Keiko's child was. Just as well. I would have been overcome with jealously. I guess that's why the list was not made public. Keiko is a very enlightened woman. She might feel that she owns her own body and lets me use it from time to time but I'm the jealous sort. In my soul I feel that Keiko is mine now. All mine. Her cunt belongs to me and I don't want anyone else's cock in it. Admittedly this was hypocritical on my part because I wasn't that opposed to putting my cock in another woman's vagina once in a while. I made it a point to spend more time at my Mom's apartment, allegedly to visit her, but really to see how my son was doing. That was before Keiko and I had children of our own. The little boy was now a bouncing two year old, in perpetual motion, running around the house and getting in all sorts of trouble. He would jump up into my lap and I would play with him. Tease him, tickle him, and we would both laugh together. Mom seemed pleased to see us together. Mom and I talked over all sorts of things, She gave me some really good advice on how to be a good husband, all the little things to do to keep a woman happy. One day, after we had talked for a long time she said "I'm so glad you get along so well with your son." That startled me. She wasn't supposed to know that. The whole object of Project Seed was anonymous copulation. No one was supposed to know who the fathers of the children were. "Oh yes," she said. "I know that you are the father. He is so much like you. You remember, we slept together during your last year in the project. It was such a memorable and wonderful experience and I enjoyed it so much." "Don't look so surprised," Mom went on to say. "I knew that I would be your partner in advance. The computer was not supposed to let members of the same household or blood relations sleep together but since our genetic characteristics complimented each other so well, it arranged a coupling between us. I was only 37 years old so there was a good chance I would get pregnant. And, thankfully, I did." "I may be your mother but we are not actually biologically related. Dr. Cohen asked me ahead of time if it would be all right. I was a little nervous at first but eventually I said yes. I'm so happy I agreed. I love the baby and that night was just about the best sex of my life." She came over and sat next to me, a soft vision of mature femininity. She put her arm around me hugging me as she used to. I kissed her on the cheek. Then Mom surprised me by putting her other hand in my lap right over my penis. She started gently rubbing me through my shorts. My cock got hard within a few seconds. Mom was one of the few women who could do that to me. Keiko, of course, Dr. Cohen, and certainly Mrs. Bergen. Little Timmy was down for one of his long afternoon naps so we wouldn't be interrupted. I was paralyzed. She unfastened the fly of my shorts and my erection sprang out. In a moment her lips were on it. More than her lips. She sucked and tongued the head of my penis as if it was the sweetest lollipop in the world. "I used to wash your little cock when you were a little boy. But not in the same way. Do you remember? It's grown so much. I loved having it inside of me. It has gotten so big in the last two years. I wonder if it would still fit?" She arose and, still holding my penis, pulled me into her bedroom. We both disrobed. Actually Mom disrobed me. I was petrified almost to catalepsy. Then she shrugged out of her garments. It was the first time I had ever seen her fully nude body. Mom was in remarkable shape for a woman of her age. In fact she was in great shape for a woman of any age. She taught yoga and exercise classes three times a week and ran around the periphery of the ship every morning. She was lovely and very feminine. She had an hourglass figure with big breasts, broad hips and a narrow waist. She was nicely padded but not fat. Her artist's model figure made her resemble one of the women in those paintings by Velasquez. "Do I look like what you imagined? Are my breasts too big?" she asked. She put her hands under one large breast and raised it up to me. It's funny but I never thought of Mom's breasts before. She was just Mom. Her breast was big indeed. Bigger even than Mrs. Bergen's. It took both of Mom's hands to hold it up. Standing erect her nipples reached her belly button. It wasn't that the breasts sagged. But there was a lot packed inside them. Age, breast feeding, and probably Dad's enthusiastic loving contributed to their shape. Don't get me wrong. Her breasts were not ugly. In fact they were quite nice. They were just big and heavy. Light brown aureolae the size of small saucers decorated the end of her tits. Each was tipped with a large fleshy nipple. They didn't look like Keiko's much younger breasts. These were the breasts of a mature, very voluptuous woman. They were almost excruciatingly sexy. My erection grew rock hard from the sight of Mom's body. Mom lifted one of her breasts to her mouth and flicked her tongue across the nipple. Then she put the end in her mouth and sucked it. I watched her cheeks hollow and swell. The breast surface rippled in time with her sucks. When she pulled her wet nipple from her mouth it had grown to almost twice its normal size. Her hands lovingly caressed her breast as if she was stroking a favored child. She kissed it lovingly before she released it. The sight was so erotic that I almost came. "I used to think of you every time I suckled your son." she said. "I kept remembering our night together and I would imagine that it was your lips on my nipple. If I thought hard enough about it, I would have a little orgasm. I really miss Dad but I enjoyed sex so much with you that it made me forget about him for that evening." She continued to caress her breast while she talked. I just stared as she rolled her growing nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Little bumps appeared around the aureola. "I haven't been with a man since our wonderful night in Project Seed. Ever since then I've wanted to make love to you again. Since your Dad died, there is no one whose prick I would rather have inside me. Would you do your mother a great favor and make love to me?" Mom sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs slightly. She placed both hands on her cunt and gently rubbed the moistening pink lips. Two fingers penetrated her vagina. Her hips began a slow undulating motion. I just stared unbelievingly. It was my Mom. "I'm just getting myself ready for you," she explained. "It always helps if I get a little wet first." Mom looked directly at me. "Don't be shocked," she said. "I may be your Mom but I was a woman first. This just gets me started." She pulled out the fingers that had been in her cunt and licked them off. "I taste good," she said. "If you have never sucked a cunt you might try mine. Dad always said that my juices taste delicious." Mom might have been putting on a sex show to entice me but it was apparent that she enjoyed loving her own body. And who wouldn't, I thought. This dedication to self-pleasuring was understandable. There were no men of her age on board. She was a vital woman. Since Project Seed ended, any sexual release she received would have been at her owns hands or those of some other female partner. She held out her arms toward me. By this time all my hesitation had vanished. My very erect penis led the way. I plunged into her now wet pussy. I pushed so hard that the end of my cock hit her cervix. Mom gasped, wrapped her strong legs around me and clutched me close. She tensed her body a bit and her cunt literally gripped my cock. Despite having had five children she felt as tight as a teen ager. "Yes, yes!" she cried. "I've wanted this for so long." What was I thinking? I was fucking my Mom. But she was also a voluptuous woman. Her breasts were soft and full, her body warmly sensuous. Mom had no rough edges at all. She was a person with whom I had spent many loving years but she was also hot and sexy. A Venus d'Milo of sex. And, incidentally, she was a great piece of ass. I was possessed by desire. It was a very intense fuck. As I moved in and out she squeezed the end of her breast to make her nipple stand up and pushed it into my mouth. I swallowed as much of her large breast as I could, licking and chewing the end. I wanted to suck milk out of my Mom's massive mammary, but alas, she had none to give. "Suck me, fuck me, suck me, fuck me," she repeated over and over. "Bite me, chew me, fuck me!" I stole a glimpse at Mom's face. She looked nothing like the mother I had lived with for years. Her face was a mask of total sexual abandonment. She was giving her all to fucking. I drove into her as hard as I could and she responded by slamming her pelvis against mine, all the while pushing her breast into my mouth. I was drawn into her intensity. I totally lost control of my body and we fucked like wild animals in heat. Mom and I made enthusiastic love for much of the afternoon. I felt her spasm to orgasm and I came immediately after. But that was just the appetizer. We both came several more times, sometime individually, sometimes simultaneously. We were indeed animals. Our bodies melted together and it was hard to tell where one started and the other ended. Alternately I had my face buried between her breasts and her legs, sucking and chewing whatever I could reach. Mom sucked and nibbled my penis and swallowed my cum. Dad was right. Mom's juices tasted delicious. After nearly two hours of continuous lovemaking we stopped, physically exhausted by our efforts. Mom instantly reverted to being a mother and fixed us both something to eat. "I'm so glad you're not embarrassed by my forwardness," Mom said. "Every mother wants to sleep with her son but so few get the opportunity. But this is a peculiar situation. It's not as if we have never been intimate. You are, after all, the father of my last child. Certainly you are not my baby boy any more. I know that we will live and die on this ship. Our entire life will take place within this huge aluminum tube. We must get our enjoyment any way we can. As adults we can do whatever we want with our own bodies. And I intend to use mine to give me as much pleasure as I can get. I hope it pleases you too." We chatted for a while, small talk really. It was an odd situation indeed. Both of us were sitting nude at the small kitchen table talking as if it was a typical mealtime conversation. We had eaten together many times as a family when I was growing up, except that we usually wore more clothes. Another difference was that Mom was a little wet between the legs. Intermixed drips of my sperm and her pussy juices dripped from her vagina and dampened her thighs. Nonplussed, she used her fingers to wipe away the wetness then raised them to her mouth to suck them clean. She was not in the least embarrassed. I was impressed by her casual acceptance of the fact that we had just fucked like rabbits on an orgy. She was the essence of cool. Mom asked about my training and what I planned to do. Did I intend to marry Keiko? Would Keiko and I have children? Mom said she was old fashioned enough to want grandchildren. It was hard for me to concentrate on what she was saying. Mom's full breasts rested on the table between us. My eyes were drawn to those beautiful mounds. Every once in a while Mom's hands caressed their surfaces and her fingers rolled the nipples. It was an unconscious action. I'm sure she wasn't aware of what she was doing but it had a profound effect on me. The Mom of my childhood had turned into a paragon of pure sexuality. I had to fight to stop myself from grabbing those tits and shoving them into my mouth. What a bounty of flesh. No wonder she couldn't keep her hands off herself. Considering Mom's behavior of a few minutes earlier her conversation was real switch in tone. She sounded like a typical mother, worrying about her son's future. But I was still curious about Mom's sexuality. In a daring moment of frankness I asked Mom if she had ever participated in one of the "life enhancement" parties. Mom said that Eva came over frequently to help her out. She knew that Eva frequently attended the life enhancement parties so she asked about them. Eva even dragged her to a few. Mom said that she had tried the Orgasmatron a couple of times on Eva's recommendation. But then she decided against it. She said that while the device gave her an orgasm she felt odd having a vibrator in her vagina as suction cups pulled at her tits. It was like being loved by a vacuum cleaner. I knew my own needs better than anyone else and since my husband died my best sexual experiences were with myself. Sex for one was often better than sex for two. "Why have a machine do something for you that you can do better for yourself." I remembered Mom's loving attention to her breasts and cunt and realized that she was probably right. She knew her own body better than anyone else and could give it exactly the satisfaction it needed. I wondered what "helping her out" meant, but knowing Eva's appetites I could guess. But Mom didn't talk about her specific relationship to her daughter. She said that she was still old fashioned enough to consider it a private matter. But then she went on to suggest that perhaps the three of us, Eva, Mom and me could get together for a family reunion some evening. I had a good idea what her invitation implied. Mom probably was planning an incestual threesome. "Think about what losing your father meant to me. We had been married for over ten years and we had sex almost every night. The plague cut me off cold turkey. The young boys I coupled with in Project Seed were so inadequate compared to Dad. Still, they were fertile enough to make me pregnant." "It seems that I have been pregnant for years," said Mom. "I had the babies but I didn't have the fun. What I really needed was a man, not another boy. Thank God I had a chance to spend that time with you in Project Seed. I don't know where you learned to make love but you were great." Mom stood up and took my sandwich out of my hand. I opened my mouth to protest. She stepped up close and silenced me by shoving her fleshy nipple between my lips. It was a full mouthful. "If you are still hungry chew on that for a while. It always satisfies me." She paused for a moment, hands pressing my head against her breast. "That's right. Chew me nicely. Maybe even a little harder. I love having your mouth on my tit. We have at least another hour before your son wakes up. I see that eating my tittie is making your cock hard. Come back to the bedroom. I want you inside me again." So we went back for round two. Mom and I wrapped ourselves around each other. This time Mom asked me to really work over her breasts while I fucked her gently. Her big breasts were her favorite toys, she said. They were so sensitive that she could cum while playing with them. She wanted them sucked and chewed so that she could pretend that she was nursing me. She said that she missed having that opportunity when I was growing up. She even asked me to bite her nipples a tiny bit because babies often bite when they nurse. "Let me show you how I like it." she said. She bent one breast up so that her tongue could reach the nipple. Then she ran her tongue in circles around the base of the nipple, flicking it back and forth. When the nipple enlarged she maneuvered the tip between her lips and sucked on it like a straw. Eventually her lips engulfed the nipple and much of the large aureola and she lightly chewed the entire end of her tit. "It feels wonderful. Do my other tit the same way." It was a very cooperative lovemaking. Mom sucked on one of her big boobs while I did its sister. All the while my penis was deep in Mom's cunt as our hips moved in synchrony. "Wouldn't it be great if you made me pregnant again." Mom said as she pressed her swollen nipple and much of her aureola into my mouth with her fingers, "Then I could really nurse you while you fucked me. Not much chance of that though. It's the wrong time of the month. But don't stop fucking me when you suck. It feels so good in both places. Fuck me harder. I think I'm going to cum again. Oh yes! I'm definitely cumming. Oh thank you David. I'm CUMMING." Mom shuddered through still another climax. Her nipples seemed to swell even bigger, her hips flailed against mine and her cunt gripped my penis. I was amazed at her ability to carry on a coherent conversation while her body was shaking in an orgasm. As she talked, Mom slipped her moistened finger deep into my anus and pressed my prostate gland. No one had ever done that to me before. It was like an electric shock to my genitals. I had an explosive climax. I swear I ejaculated a pint of cum into her vagina. Passions temporarily sated, we fondled and sucked every protruding body part. Mom held my head close to her, shifting my mouth from boob to boob while I nibbled on her slightly rough nipple. Her breasts were soft yet resilient. I squeezed her tit between my fingers until the end bulged like a water balloon. We gently fucked each other again and both had very nice orgasms. I felt like I came in her cunt for hours. The climaxes were relaxed and pleasant, not earth shaking. At least the starship didn't move. But we were both extremely satisfied. We hugged each other and kissed, both like mother and son and like incestuous lovers. We had shared an unexpectedly beautiful experience, a blending of maternal, filial, and sexual love. Just before I took my departure Mom said "I'm sorry I took advantage of you. But I wanted to repeat our coupling for so long. It was wonderful the first time and it is still wonderful." "You didn't take advantage of me at all. I adore you and I'm happy that it happened." Then I kissed her and started to leave. "Don't be a stranger," she said as I walked down the short path. Fortunately Keiko came home late that night. She had a teacher's tutorial which she was required to attend. I had plenty of time to take a quick shower and freshen up before dinner. Besides, she liked my mother although I'm sure she wouldn't want her sharing our bed. My relationship with Dr. Cohen was mixed, and frankly a bit confusing. She was as dedicated to her craft as she had been in making love to me several years before. She was a very tough task master and let me know it in no uncertain terms when I screwed up. I spent most of every day with her attending to patients. The evenings were devoted to learning all the material on the videos and computer files. I was usually exhausted when Keiko took me to bed and loved my cares away. Thank God for Keiko. She was a fantastic helpmeet. She stroked me and held me, snuggled me against her lithe body and pressed my face to her beautiful boobs. If we were not too tired we would make love. Having a climax with Keiko was like hitting the reset button on my mind. I would sleep, holding my bedmate in my arms until dawn. Or at least what passed for dawn on our starship. The central light was dimmed every evening from about 10 p.m. until 6 a.m. Every morning I went back to the clinic for my daily tongue lashing from Dr. Cohen. I could hardly believe that we had been such passionate lovers just a couple of years ago. She was still as beautiful as she had ever been but to my mind she had turned into a monster. The training went on for a full year. I helped her tend to assorted scrapes and bruises, intestinal upsets, and even a few broken bones. Although given the reduced gravity of the starship, these were infrequent. I helped with a few births too and even handled one solo when Dr. Cohen was out of the clinic. Dr. Cohen told me that medicine aboard New Ark was significantly different from that practiced on Earth before we departed. After the plague, most infectious diseases on board were systematically exterminated to avoid a repetition of the population decimation. Chronic illnesses were well controlled by drugs and therapy. We couldn't do much about genetic problems or structural disorders except provide support. Keiko's mother, for example, died shortly after her husband of an undiagnosed heart problem. Keiko was sure she died of a broken heart. Our diet was largely based on fruits, vegetables, and whole grains, foods that took the least energy to produce. The growing season was continuous so we had a plentiful food supply. Poultry and soy were the primary source of protein. We grew algae in large tanks which, when compressed and flavored, provided a good substitute for meat products. Algae also served as a source of oxygen to refresh the air. Our cooks learned to prepare these staples in imaginative ways. With this "health food" diet many illnesses related to obesity and high cholesterol disappeared almost entirely. As a result of our diet and life style, people retained all their vital functions until well into old age, at least 90 or more. Women especially appreciated the lower gravity aboard ship. Body parts didn't sag as much when they aged. But eventually everyone's biological clocks ran down and they faded peacefully. Of course the ships gravity would have to be increased a bit when we were within a generation of our destination so that the eventual pioneers would be used to it. But that was a long time away. Dr. Cohen claimed that 60 was the new 40. I'm not sure what that meant but my mother was well over 40 years old and looked great. Medicine on board New Ark was now primarily preventive rather than reactive. One of the successes of shipboard medicine was the repair of the ravages of age and pregnancy. How could it be otherwise in a female dominated society. That probably accounted for the tight vaginas and perpetually youthful appearance of the women aboard. Dr. Cohen claimed that anyone trained in New Ark medical procedures could make a fortune as a plastic surgeon on Earth. I suspected that many of the same techniques would be used on men too as they aged but right now no males aboard ship were older than 20. Most surgical procedures were handled by automatic remotes with probes that penetrated into the body through tiny incisions. Once in the patient's body, the working head expanded into a Swiss Army knife of surgical tools. The surgeon could watch and direct the probe on a video screen. Dr. Cohen told me that this type of surgery was already quite advanced when the New Ark left Earth and in the intervening years doctors on the ship had developed it further. Training a competent surgeon to perform operations manually would take years and because of the healthy life style on board there would be few opportunities for the surgeon to gain experience. On the last day of my year of training Dr. Cohen called me into her office. I had just arrived at the clinic and I was sure I was in for another tongue lashing. Something I had probably forgotten. But she simply smiled one of her sweetest smiles and handed me a slip of paper. It was my diploma. I had completed my apprenticeship training with honors. My scores on the theory exam were nearly perfect and I had finished the practicum without killing or even seriously injuring a patient. In fact Dr. Cohen said that I was one of the best apprentices she had ever had. Instantly my hate turned to love. I was overjoyed. And she looked as fuckable as ever. "Calm yourself, big boy," she said. "You're not a doctor yet. This is just the first step. You will have to intern in the ship's hospital for two years before you can even sit for your medical exam. After you pass it, you will finally get your degree. Still, it's a lot faster than if would have been on old Earth. There it would take at least six years. We have managed to cut the time in half. And, by the way, since we will be colleagues, you can stop calling me Dr. Cohen. My given name is Riva. Why don't you call me that? Now, let's have a drink to celebrate." Alcohol was one of those things that was forbidden on New Ark, so naturally there was a thriving bootlegging industry. Most of the booze was made by fermenting fruit behind closet doors and was pretty awful. But Dr. Cohen had access to a supply of 99% pure medical alcohol, and, with a small cache of herbs managed to mix up a respectable gin substitute. She added some fruit juice, produced a bit of ice from a freezer, and before you know it had prepared mixed drinks worthy of a fine bar. At least so she said. I had never been in a bar myself. In fact I had never seen one. She claimed that all the drink lacked was a little umbrella. Why the drink needed an umbrella, I didn't know. It never rained on New Ark. Dr. Cohen's cocktail was delicious. I drank mine fairly quickly and asked for another. Dr. Cohen raised her eyes at that but poured me a second glass. Now remember, I was still a teen ager and I had never had a real drink before, just a few sips of bootleg alcoholic wine. I talked to Dr. Cohen for a few minutes and I could tell I was slurring my words, My tongue didn't seem to move properly. Time to go, I thought. I tried to stand up and I had difficulty keeping my balance. Dr. Cohen grabbed me before I fell over. "I think you need to lie down a while before you go home," she said. She gently guided me into the examining room and laid me down on the couch. "Here David, rest for a while. We have no appointments today. I'll be in to check on you from time to time." "Don't go." I managed to mutter. "Dr. Cohen, Riva, please hold me. I think I love you. I want to make love to you again." Dr. Cohen came over and sat by me. She put her hands on my head and brushed my hair back. "I like you a lot, David. You have been a wonderful apprentice and I worked you hard. I didn't make life easy for you and you didn't crack. And I've got to say that you gave me some of the best evenings in my life. I've never had a lover who made me cum the way you did and I'm unlikely to ever have one again. But what we had together was a long time ago. We are different people now. Keiko is a lovely girl and I'm sure she keeps you satisfied. I'm probably getting too old for you too." She got up and started to leave the couch. In my dazed state I extended my hand. It caught between her legs and my fingers swept over her panties, rubbing her pussy as she moved. It was entirely unintentional on my part. But my touch seemed to catch her attention. She stopped and turned back to me. "David," she said, "I would like to sleep with you again too. But I am your supervisor and even with our new attitude toward sexuality it is still considered bad form for a supervisor to have sex with a subordinate. Still, I can't forget that you are the father of my two lovely children. Your penis has been inside me before, wonderfully inside, so it isn't as if it's the first time for us." She came over and hugged me. "I will have sex with you. Now. But only this once. It will be our last time and you must promise never to tell anyone about it. It will be our secret." Somehow in the next minute or two all our clothes were removed. I don't really remember how it happened but it couldn't have been too difficult. Riva's hands were magic. Our garments had devolved from the start of the voyage to now. The controlled environment of New Ark meant that most citizens wore minimal clothes. Men wore shorts, and women a mini skirt. A light tunic covered the upper part of the body for both sexes. Sandals for the feet and a few bits of jewelry for decoration completed the costume. Our reduced gravity permitted both men and women to get by without much supportive underwear although big breasted women tended to wear bras to control the jiggle. True to long standing tradition, men's garments had buttons on the right, women on the left. I never understood why. Riva's hand reached for my cock, squeezing it as if to test its readiness. The drinks were wearing off and my haze was almost gone. Pure alcohol acts quickly and then wears off just as quickly. Dr. Cohen, Riva, decided to play a while with my sex organs before any serious action. She licked my cock from root to tip before putting the end in her mouth to suck and chew. She cradled my balls in her hand like two delicate eggs, gently working her fingers around them. I could feel my penis get hard. When she removed it from her mouth I could see little drops of pre-cum on the tip. Her agile tongue licked it up. She obviously savored my taste. "I love a Jewish cock," she said. "We don't have many on board and yours is my favorite. You taste so nice and fresh." Then she moved further up on my body. Although I had instigated the sexual contact, it was now all Dr. Cohen's show. She was simply pleasing herself while I worked off the effects of the two cocktails. Her mouth covered my nipple and she began sucking and gently nibbling. I had had my nipple licked but never really worked over by an expert. This was a revelation. The feelings were amazing. I guess that's why women like men to suck their tits. Riva's nipples were much, much bigger than mine and if the pleasure scaled up with the size it is no wonder that she liked me to love her boobs. Finally she reached her target. Her mouth covered mine and we French kissed each other, swallowing each other's tongues. Her tongue penetrated so deeply into my mouth that I'm sure she could lick my penis from inside. Her hand found my stiff cock and she rubbed it on her pussy lips for a few moments before guiding it into her vagina. I could feel the head of my cock pushing aside her pussy lips. Her vagina was tight, warm, and already moist. It squeezed my cock as it welcomed me. I could hardly believe I was fucking Riva Cohen again. "Fuck me, David. Fuck me good," she whispered. "Split my pussy with your big cock." She was still my boss so I complied. We began moving slowly on each other, our lower bodies joined at the hip while our hands wandered at will over our upper torsos. I clutched her breasts. They had definitely gotten bigger in the last few years. Each was much more than a handful. In fact two hands could barely hold one. Her nipple found my mouth while I gently fucked her. "Do you like my tits David? They're so much bigger now. They're your doing, you know. Nursing your two children did that to them. It feels so nice when you hold them." Then, as if someone had flipped a carnal switch, we began fucking in earnest. Riva's motions on my cock became almost frantic as did my plunging into her pussy. "Oh yes, David. I've wanted this for years. Fuck me. Make me cum like you did before. Make me really cum." I, too, was getting really excited. While my session with Mrs. Bergen was the most erotic of my life, and my evenings with Keiko were immensely pleasurable, I've never cum as forcefully or as intensely as I did with Riva. Cumming with her was like having excruciatingly pleasurable root canal work done on your genitals. It's an odd way of describing it but it conveys the idea. I felt my body rising to a sexual height. Riva's face had the almost agonized look that I had seen years before. Her body was inflicting the torture of ultimate sexuality on her. She clutched me tight and I could feel her legs start a pre-orgasmic dance, quivering and tensing under me. "I'm starting to cum, David. You are making me cum. Open your eyes. Look at me. Look at my face. Watch me cum. You are doing it to me again. I want you to see me cum. Only a few seconds more. LOOK AT ME. I'M GOING TO CUM. YES, YES. I'M CUMMING NOW! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!" The force of Riva's orgasm literally pulled the sperm from my balls. I felt her cunt literally milking my cock and I ejaculated in the midst of Riva's final cries, orgasming my guts out. I watched her face as she writhed through the final seconds. A beautiful mask of passion. She was a goddess of sex. We clutched each other as we came down from our peak. She hugged me and kissed me. Our legs entwined and our bodies seemed to merge together. Then the carnal switch flipped off. I sensed our return to normalcy. Finally, after a few minutes, she sat up. She was Dr. Cohen again. "Well," she said, "that was very nice. Have you had enough or should we try for seconds?" I simply reached out and touched her. I was physically and emotionally exhausted. First by passing my medical apprenticeship but mostly by our monumental, probably never to be repeated fuck. I knew that any more sex with Riva today would be an anticlimax and I had the good sense to call it quits. As she put on her clothes she reminded me that I would be starting my internship at the hospital tomorrow and cautioned me not to be late. The supervisor of interns was a stickler for promptness. She would check in on my progress from time to time. I was also expected to pay regular visits to Riva's clinic. The unsaid implications hung in the air. Finally, as I was leaving she mentioned that she was using birth control and the likelihood of her having another one of my babies was slim. There was no need to mention our dalliance to Keiko. And so things continued for the next couple of years. I received my training at the hospital and was finally awarded my medical degree. I married Keiko and, in time, we had two children, an absolutely lovely little girl and a fine baby boy. I served as junior physician at the clinic. My relationship with Riva was very professional, although I must confess that we had very good, often fabulous sex once in a while when things were slow at the clinic. She insisted that these sessions acted as a safety valve, necessary to prevent sexual tension from building up to the point where we threw caution to the winds and fell into one of our passionate orgies. I bowed to the logic of her clinical diagnosis. Six years had now passed from the ending of Project Seed. Keiko and I were now officially adults. Since we were over the age of 21 we could participate in all ship's decisions and were fully informed about the implications of living on a generation vessel. Since the trip was expected to take up to 400 years, we knew that we would be dead long before we reached our destination. Our children and grandchildren would have died as well. Perhaps our great, great, great grandchildren might live to see our arrival at the new planet, tentatively named Terra Nova. We were reminded that unmanned probes had returned the information that it was suitable for human life. Temperatures and gravity were similar to those on old Earth. There was an oxygen atmosphere and large expanses of liquid water. Additional probes from our own ship confirmed the results. Our task on the starship was to preserve the best aspects of human civilization and deliver a population of competent pioneers to start a new world. Keiko and I went about our lives as newly fledged adults. She was now a fully accredited teacher. We spent time with each other, raised our two children, laughed, and loved. Our life was ideal, at least within the context of New Ark. Keiko progressed rapidly through the educational hierarchy of the ship. Education was considered of great importance. With our small population, everyone was required to learn multiple skills since no one knew what might befall us. In addition to being a fledgling physician, I was also certified as a structural mechanic. Periodically I was required to don a space suit and conduct an examination of the exterior of New Ark and repair damage from micrometeorites. Keiko was on the shipboard events management committee and was supposed to coordinate meetings of specialty groups. As part of this latter chore she was asked to arrange a meeting of senior teachers from all over the ship to discuss plans for the coming year. The meeting would be held in the small conference hall in our section of the ship. She was supposed to arrange temporary housing for the two dozen people who would attend. Temporary housing simply meant asking local residents if they would put up someone for the three days of the meeting. It was impractical for everyone to go home at night. We agreed to put someone up in our small apartment. I was totally surprised at the identity of the guest. It was Amy Bergen. Yes, the same. She and Keiko hugged each other. It was apparent to me that they knew each other well. Mrs. Bergen was still gorgeous. She was a bit older, of course, but her figure was perfect and her legs superlative. The meetings were scheduled to start the next morning so we had an opportunity to catch up on what had happened during the intervening years. Mrs. Bergen's child, my son, was now in school and was staying with Amy's next door neighbor for the rest of the week. From what Amy told us, he was a fine boy, Someone to be proud of. I don't know for sure if Keiko knew that I had fathered the child. I suspect that she did. We ate a nice dinner together and had a bottle of bootleg fruit wine that one of our neighbors had created. I am told that it was quite good. Old timers say that resembled a good Earth wine but might have been a little stronger. Sort of like a less sweet port or sherry. After Keiko and I put our own children to bed we relaxed for a long talk. By the time we finished the bottle of wine our talk became unusually frank. I noticed that Keiko and Amy took every opportunity to touch each other when washing dishes and cleaning up the residue of our meal. Finally I got the courage to ask if they had known each other outside of the classroom during our school days. "Well, of course," said Keiko. "Didn't you know that Mrs. Bergen, Amy that is, and I were lovers. I mean, after all, you got to fuck all those women on weekends and what did we have. There were 20 available women for every man on board and we got to go to the Project Seed sex chambers only twice a year. And I got knocked up at 14 the first time I went. That put me out of action for a long time. My mother had died and Amy literally saved me from going crazy. After I gave the baby up for adoption she comforted me and held me and loved me. All that time you boys were fucking other women." It was the first time I had seen my wonderful wife, Keiko, deeply angry at me. We had had fights just like any husband and wife, but this was deep resentment. "Go easy on David," Amy said. "It's not his fault. He was just a 14 year old boy too. What did he know? I was the one who recruited him into Project Seed when you were both in my class. I didn't know you liked each other and I certainly didn't know you would get married. And, if you hadn't already guessed, he is the father of my last wonderful child. I love you but I also love David. He gave me the most rewarding evening of my life after my husband died. You are indeed a lucky woman." Keiko was taken aback at Amy's rebuke. She looked a bit sheepish. "Oh David and Amy, I'm so sorry. I've been hiding my feelings about Project Seed for so long. I always thought it was unfair that the boys got the pleasure and the girls had the babies." She came over and kissed both of us as if to make up. "Well some of us women thought it was unfair too. We didn't need to be fucked to have children. We could have had babies by artificial insemination. But the ship administration thought that total abstinence from all heterosexual intercourse would warp society. So we established a rationale for baby making as sort of a lottery. We didn't want to eliminate sex between men and women but we wanted to give it a reasonable justification. Every woman got a chance to do it once in a while. You were one of the unlucky ones who got caught the first time. My two girls came during the middle of the program. My lover was a young boy who simply shoved his penis into me, ejaculated, and called an end to the session. It was one of the most unsatisfactory sexual experiences I ever had. It was his first time and I probably frightened him. But I got pregnant. I had my last child, David's son, nine months after the program ended. He was my very last coupling, and by far the best." "Sure, between my infrequent chances at sex with men, I had women lovers. Women have to help women sometimes. Just as I helped you Keiko. You know that I like sex. It didn't much matter to me whose hand was at my pussy and whose mouth was on my tits as long as I had a climax. Six months between fucks is a long time to wait. But I really loved you Keiko. You seemed to care for me as much as I did for you. And David, you know that I thought of you all the time when I masturbated. Our last evening together was like a dream come true. I love you both so much. I hate to be a cause of friction between you. It's all in the past anyway, Can't we just kiss and make up." By this time both women were hugging and crying. I came over and they grasped me into a three way hug. Despite my intention to be sympathetic and caring, I felt my erection rising. Soon I had a massive hard on. How could I not in the arms of the two women I loved most in our little world. I felt a hand reach down and hold it but I couldn't tell whose hand it was. Finally Keiko said, "It's getting late. I think we should all go to bed." We had prepared a bed for our guest, a very comfortable pull out couch, in the living room. But then Keiko surprised me still again. "We have plenty of room in our bedroom. It's a large bed and I'm sure we will all be comfortable. It's not as if we haven't slept together before. Well, perhaps not at the same time." We sat around and talked for a while, mostly about casual things, yet the 600 pound gorilla in the room was the realization that in a little while I would probably have my cock in Keiko's cunt while she would be eating out Amy's pussy. Or perhaps it would be the other way around, I would have my cock in Amy's cunt while she ate Keiko's pussy. But how to get started? Keiko was the practical one, as she usually was. "Amy," she said, "why don't you start by undressing David and me. While you are taking our clothes off, you can decide what you want to do next." Amy took another gulp of her drink and rose, slightly unsteadily, to her feet. I'm sure the wine didn't affect her yet so it must have been the anxiety of the situation. She approached me and started to unbutton my tunic. I helped with the hard buttons but she did most of the work. Within a minute she had it unfastened. "While you step out of those clothes, David, I'll work on Keiko." Keiko was easier. All she was wearing was a loose tunic over her bra and some panties. Amy was used to woman's clothes and had her undressed in a few seconds. She unsnapped the bra and Keiko's breasts swung free, glad, I'm sure, not to be confined any more. I instantly appreciated Dr. Cohen's comments on the advantages of lower gravity on the female figure. Then Mrs. Bergen, Amy, shrugged off her own clothes. Nudity was not a big deal aboard New Ark. It's hard to be uptight about personal privacy in such confined quarters. But it was still odd for me to see the two women I lusted after standing buck naked in the same room without any idea of what to do next. Again Keiko solved the problem. She looked at Amy's lovely mounds, then reached out her hands and grasped a breast. Her fingers sunk into the elastic tissue as she slowly pulled the boob toward her face. Amy didn't move. She just stood still waiting to see where Keiko's fancy led her. Keiko engulfed the nipple in her mouth and started sucking. Amy put her hand around Keiko's head and held her close. After about a minute of sucking, Keiko released Amy's breast, then looked closely at it. The wet nipple was engorged and the areola had become bumpy. Amy took a step backward, bent over slightly, then put one hand on Keiko's mound while the other cradled my balls and cock. It was almost as if she couldn't decide whom to do first. It must have been an odd sight. The three of us were nude, standing next to each other like statues in a Grecian garden. Mrs. Bergen had a hand in each of our pubic areas. She was working my cock with her fingers and rapidly making me hard. I couldn't see but I could sense that she had some of the fingers of her other hand in Keiko's cunt. In a sense, she was giving me a hand job and finger fucking Keiko. I had the feeling that Amy would, if she could, give both of us orgasms at the same time. Keiko, very perceptive Keiko, immediately understood the nature of Amy's dilemma. Amy wanted both of us in the worst way but she was afraid that if she fucked me first, Keiko would get jealous, and if she fucked Keiko first, I would get jealous. "Amy," Keiko said, "there is no need to decide which of us to do first. Remember that in a threesome, we all do it to each other together. The main rule is not to leave anyone out. Each person should try to get the other two to make love to each other. The best part is when we all can make each other cum at the same time. Let's all get on the bed and we will see what happens." I'll never know where Keiko picked up such nuggets of wisdom and I was almost afraid to ask. Bowing to the logic of Keiko's approach, Amy squeezed my, by now, fully erect penis and removed her fingers from Keiko's cunt. Reluctantly letting go of our private parts she lay down on our large bed. Amy was as fantastically lovely as I remembered her. Her legs were still firm, well-shaped, and very, very sexy. Her body had changed only slightly with the years but her breasts had become objects of classic beauty since she stopped nursing. To my regret I wouldn't be able to suck milk out of them anymore but they would be wonderful to caress. Keiko said teasingly, "How about if we both make love to you at the same time? I'll start by loving you above the waist while David will love you below. Or would you rather I did the left side and David did the right side? Then we can switch positions. Is that OK?" Keiko winked at me and I nodded my assent. I was really glad that Keiko had regained her sense of humor. "I think that either would be great," said Amy seriously, "but if I really get to decide, this is what I want. Keiko, I remember sucking your pussy from our time together. Your juices taste wonderful. So while I play with your tits, I want you to sit over me so that I can suck your cunt until you climax. And David, while I'm sucking Keiko, I want you to do the same to me. Put your head between my thighs, suck me and finger fuck me, and when you feel me getting really hot, I want you to jam your big cock into me and fuck me for all I'm worth. If we do it right, we can all cum at the same time. Won't that be great? And then when we get done, we can all take turns doing each other." Keiko sat down on the bed and put her arms around Amy, kissing her on the mouth. Amy's hands found Keiko's breasts and started kneading them gently. She raised one to her mouth and tongued the nipple. Keiko held Amy's head to her breast with one hand and lowered the other until it could touch her mound. Her outstretched fingers stroked Amy's cunt lips. Then Keiko shifted her body and gently placed her pussy over Amy's lips. In the meantime I loved and kissed Amy's beautiful legs until they started to move in what I recognized was a pre-orgasmic dance. Then I crawled between Amy's legs and worked my hands up her thighs. I remembered that the inside of Amy's thighs were very sensitive. My memory was good. As I fondled the soft flesh on the inside of her thighs she started to squirm. Amy wrapped her long dancer's legs around me and tried to pull me up to her cunt. When I got there I found Keiko's hand stroking Amy's outer pussy lips. Keiko removed her hand and guided my head into place. Without missing a beat, my tongue replaced Keiko's fingers on Amy's labia. I could faintly hear her moan with pleasure even through my head was buried between her strong thighs. After a few more minutes of sucking and nibbling, Amy's cunt was sopping. Her juices flowed freely and were quite delicious. The taste brought back memories of our precious night in Project Seed. Amy's pussy lips were swollen and her clit was protruding like a tiny cock. I teased her clitoris with my tongue then wrapped my lips around it and started sucking. As I caressed her clit with my lips and teeth, her muscular thighs closed tighter around my head squeezing me in time with each suck. It was as if Amy's body was talking to me through her legs, encouraging me to work her clitoris harder. But I didn't want to give her a climax yet. I wanted my cock inside her when she came. I felt that it was time for a real fuck. I gently pried Amy's thighs apart, even though she tried to hold me close, and rose to a kneeling position between her legs. My prick was exactly level with her cunt. Amy wrapped her legs around my butt and pulled me toward her with her full sexy calves. I rubbed the end of my cock against her clit to moisten it slightly, although I was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. A final thrust of Amy's legs pulled me right into her welcoming vagina, the first time I had been in her since the last day of Project Seed years ago. It felt wonderful. All the old memories came back. I knew that I would have to concentrate on not cumming too soon otherwise I would blow my wad on the spot. On my knees, I could see over Amy's body. Her hands were holding Keiko's breasts from behind. Keiko was straddling her face while Amy was avidly licking and sucking her cunt. It was an isosceles triangle of sex, Keiko on one side, me on the other, and Amy at the base connecting both of us. Keiko and I looked at each other, reached out and held hands. I could see from her face that she enjoyed Amy's eating out her cunt immensely. Keiko's body started twitching as Amy started licking her clitoris. One twitch for each lick. Keiko's eyes got glazed and an energized look passed over her face. She appeared as she did just before a climax when we fucked. "Are you nearly there?" I asked. Keiko nodded. She licked her lips. I don't think that she was in a condition to speak. The way Amy was moving and twisting her body showed that she was on the verge of orgasm too. There was no need to hold back my climax any longer. I began driving my hard cock into Amy's cunt assisted by the motion of her legs around my body. Every time I would move back, she would flex her legs and pull me forward. In a sense, she was fucking herself with my cock. It was attached to me but she was moving it in and out. Keiko had passed beyond the glazed state and was on the verge of cumming. She placed my hands on her tits over Amy's hands. "David, Amy" she managed to utter. "Squeeze hard." We both grasped Keiko's tits. I helped Amy squeeze them in time with the motion of her legs. We were all in sync with each other. Amy's tongue on Keiko's clitoris, Amy's legs pulling my cock into her cunt, our fingers on Keiko's nipples. We were all rising to a climax simultaneously. The feeling in my prick was overwhelming. I could feel my sperm bursting out. It was a massive cum. Keiko, gasped and shuddered while I watched. She threw her head back and screamed "Yes, yes! I'm cumming!" And Amy, quiet Amy, literally spasmed under us. Her body twisted and turned. She screamed I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING. How her screams avoided waking the children, I'll never know. She breathed deeply as she came down from her high. Her face was flushed. Finally she freed her mouth from Keiko's cunt and said "That was fantastic. I've never ever cum so hard. I love both of you so much. Thank you, thank you both." "Now," said Amy. "I think it is time that we all went to sleep. I have to get up early to attend the meeting tomorrow. It would be better if I used the bed that you prepared in the other room otherwise I might just try for a repeat performance and none of us would get any sleep at all tonight." After Keiko and I lay down in our own bed, she hugged me and said, "Put yourself in me. No, don't fuck me. Just put yourself in while I talk to you. I'm going to be completely honest. We owe it to each other." "I hope you don't mind too badly that Amy and I relate to each other the way we do. You are not the only one that wants her lovely body around you. I hated Project Seed. For a long time I thought it ruined my life. I had just turned 14 when I was selected for my visit. I was a virgin and my first chance at sex hurt terribly. My partner was one of the older boys and it was obvious that he didn't care how I felt. He didn't even try to get me excited. He just drove his cock right into me and I felt things tear inside. The pain was awful but I got pregnant right away and spent the next year in misery having the baby. Because I was 14 and alone, I gave the baby up for adoption just after it was born. I didn't even get to see it. Amy was very kind to me. I thought of her as Mrs. Bergen then. She was just a very understanding and sympathetic teacher. She held me and comforted me and helped me through the pregnancy. She loved me when I needed love. I had dinner in her apartment one evening and fell asleep on her bed. She lay down next to me, held me in her arms, kissed me and gave me my first real climax. I guess I must have fallen in love with her. I hated sex with Project Seed but I enjoyed it with Amy. After I gave the baby up I thought that I would spend the rest of my life as her lesbian love toy. I fondled her and kissed her, sucked her and fucked her. After she had her babies she would hold me in her arms and let me nurse from her tits. I lived for the times we would lie in bed and eat each other's pussys. Her body is such a playground and I had a free pass on all the rides. She is one of the reasons I decided to become a teacher." Keiko went on. "I hated boys. You guys seemed to be having so much fun poking different women every week. It wasn't until I started hanging out with you that I realized that boys and girls could be friends. Amy was often busy with her twins and with school responsibilities so she had less time to spend with me. I know you liked me in school and you were fun to be with. I didn't plan to have sex with you. I didn't even know if I liked boys anymore. Maybe it would hurt just like before. But you were so nice to me and you seemed to want to sleep with me so much that I gave it a try." "The first sex we had with each other was a revelation for me. Not only did you make me cum but I learned to enjoy it and I learned to enjoy you. I found that I really liked having you inside me. You gave me better climaxes than anyone I'd ever been with. In fact that's when I started to fall in love with you. I'm sure you know that I'd had sex with a few of the other guys in Project Seed and with a couple of other women. I was even in some three ways. That's where I learned the rules. But you were the best and I grew to love you deeply. I've never been with another man since we got married and I have no intentions of ever being with another." "Amy Bergen is another story. I have a deep emotional attachment to her. She is like an older sister. But I also love her body. When I'm with her all I can think about is her tits and pussy. She seems to have the same effect on you too. I swear I didn't know until tonight that you loved Amy as much as I do and that you were the father of her last child. I thought she was always Mrs. Bergen to you. If you agree, we can both have Amy on our own terms without affecting our marriage. Remember, I may lust after Amy but I love you. I hope you feel the same way." "Now I want you to give my titty a good bite. Don't bite my nipple off but make it hurt a bit. It will be my punishment for being so mean to you. Afterwards fuck me slowly and gently, lover, and then let's get some sleep. I want to cum with your cock in my cunt." And so life on New Ark went on. Keiko and I raised our two children and saw them mature into responsible adults. I practiced medicine, working closely with Dr. Riva Cohen. When things were slow we slept together. Well, not really slept. It was more like a quick, intense fuck on the examining table. She never got over being a screamer and I must say that I appreciated the ovation that she gave to my sexual performance. Riva was the cherry on my sexual sundae. As I was hers. We saw Amy Bergen frequently. Keiko was on one of her educational committees and they spent a lot of time together. I never inquired too closely about what they discussed but she often returned from their meetings with a smile on her face. On her monthly visits to our section of the starship, Amy stayed with us. We never got too much sleep those nights. We repeated our three way lovemaking regularly, often using variations. Sometimes I was the base of the triangle, Amy's cunt on my mouth, my penis in Keiko, while the two women faced each other kissing and fondling each other's bodies. I liked this position. While my tongue massaged Amy's swollen clitoris I could run my hands over her magnificent legs, clutching her thighs and calves. Sucking one while I fucked the other provided a sexual experience beyond my wildest dreams. Repeated practice enabled us to adjust our timing so that we all would cum within seconds of each other. If I came home late from the clinic on the nights that Amy visited, I would occasionally find that they had started without me. Amy and Keiko would kiss and fondle each other after the children were in bed. If I interrupted them they simply said that they were warming themselves up to anticipate my return. Once, when I was delayed longer than usual, I found Amy and Keiko sitting together in the armchair. Keiko was on Amy's lap, her lips sucking on the turgid nipple of Amy's breast which protruded obscenely from the unbuttoned top of her tunic. Amy's hand was moving rapidly under Keiko's short skirt. I stood silently in the doorway, watching. Both were unaware of my presence. Amy whispered softly into Keiko's ear, "Suck me baby. Suck Mommy" while her hand continued its motion. I could hear soft squishing sounds as her fingers plunged deep into Keiko's juicy cunt. Keiko's legs extended and started an uncontrolled twitching, her back arched as Amy's hand motion increased in tempo. I could see Keiko's cheeks hollow and fill as she sucked Amy's breast. She was virtually devouring it. The nipple, areola, and the end of the large tit had vanished into Keiko's mouth. Amy's breast flesh rippled with each of Keiko's sucks. The sexual tension in the room was almost electric. I almost came simply watching them. Finally Keiko's legs spasmed in an orgiastic dance, her body convulsed, and she had a massive climax. Amy's arms wrapped around her and held her tight until she wound down. It was beautiful. I felt that I had intruded on a particularly private scene. I had known Keiko for most of my life and she always presented herself in public as a confident, self-assured woman. But deep inside she harbored a needy, dependent child who found a supportive mother figure in Amy. I could never provide that sort of comfort. I lusted after Amy but Keiko needed her. We three were tied in an emotional Gordian knot. On several occasions Amy and I simply fucked, no pretense about it, while Keiko watched us and masturbated. These sessions were not planned in advance. When Amy visited we usually ate our evening meal seated around a small dining room table. Midway through the meal I would feel Amy's foot insinuate itself into my crotch. Her agile dancer's toes massaged my penis into erection while the three of us talked about the events of the day. My hands stroked Amy's full and sensuously curved calf while her toes played with my cock. I found it hard to keep up my end of the conversation. Keiko and Amy would exchange knowing glances in a secret private language. In retrospect I guess they were determining who would have me for dessert. After dinner, when the kids were in bed, Keiko simply led the two of us to the bedroom and told us, quite matter-of-factly, to make love to each other. It wasn't as though we left Keiko out intentionally. She encouraged us to have sex, saying that, even if she wasn't up to a three way that evening, she wanted to watch the two people she loved most in the world enjoying themselves. We always did it with the lights on. Amy and I liked to look at each other. While Amy and I fucked, Keiko would strip to the buff and sit in the armchair. She loved to display her beautiful nude body to us and, I must admit, we enjoyed looking at her. It might have even been an unconscious reproach to us. A way of saying that we should be fucking her instead of each other. But much as I loved Keiko, an opportunity to penetrate Amy's cunt was too much to pass up. Keiko would sit with her legs spread in front of her and finger her pussy. She would raise a breast in her hands and suck her nipple. Amy and I would turn our heads to see Keiko rubbing her cunt lips and plunging her fingers in and out of her very wet vagina. Her body started shaking and her legs tensed. Every muscle in her body stood out as in an anatomical drawing as she rose toward a self-induced orgasm. Just as Amy and I reached our peak we would hear a muffled gasp as Keiko climaxed as well. I don't know if Keiko timed her orgasms to throw us off our pace but I don't think it worked as she intended. After a while Amy and I looked forward to Keiko's exhibition. It added a touch of visual spice to what was already a very erotic situation. Keiko looked absolutely lovely as she climaxed. On some occasions, when Keiko insisted that Amy and I lie together, we had a mini orgy sucking and penetrating all the orifices in each other's bodies. I would fuck Amy the way she most liked it, doggie style from behind while she knelt on hands and knees. Amy's big breasts would dangle downward, swinging wildly as she moved. Her stiff nipples rubbed the mattress, adding further to her excitement. Sometimes she would balance on one arm and use her other hand to grab my cock and scrotum pulling me into her as we fucked while I grasped her around the thighs. Other times I would use her dangling tits as reins to pull her body back and forth on my stiff cock. Keiko often participated in our little orgy. She would suck one of Amy's dangling tits if was free or help push my cock into Amy's cunt. Once in a while, when I was plunging into Amy from behind, Keiko would sit in front of her and offer Amy her tits or cunt to suck. Amy made throaty sounds as she approached her climax which coalesced into muted screams when she orgasmed. Not loud enough to shake the walls but plenty loud enough for both of us to hear. She was a dignified school principal, after all. "Yes, yes. Oh God. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Pinch my nipples. Pull my titties hard. Suck me. Bite me. Drive into me. Make me cum." Then she threw caution to the winds with a wild shout "YES! YES! IM GOING TO CUM. I'M CUMMING!" and had a violent orgasm, pulling me to a climax along with her. Keiko never objected to my fucking Amy in her presence. I guess she figured it was my turn to enjoy voluptuous Amy as she almost certainly did following their professional meetings. Keiko never told me the details of what they did after those meetings. But I'm sure that what they did pleased them both. While I would have loved to see Amy and Keiko in the throes of passion, I was happy with the result. When Keiko returned from one of these "conferences" she would grab me, drag me into the bedroom, and literally fuck my brains out. I don't know if the motivation was guilt or a frustrated desire to have a real prick in her cunt but after my second or sometimes third orgasm, I didn't give a damn. Those nights Keiko would hold me in her arms until morning and sometimes give my morning erection a nice blow job. It was a wonderful wake up call. All in all, the three of us, Amy, Keiko, and I, loved each other deeply and were content in our unorthodox relationship. I visited my mother from time to time to see how my child was getting on. Mom and I never repeated our sexual marathon although she did occasionally surprise me with an intense and very satisfying fuck on my birthday or on holidays. She said it was easier and far more fun than baking a cake. I guess we both felt that it was unseemly for mother and son to be actual lovers. I never felt any guilt about fucking my Mom. I rationalized that I was just helping her get the maximum pleasure from her body. It certainly pleased me. The closest I got to an incestual relationship was having a bang up sexual fling with my stepsister Eva. Mom asked me to come over but called me to tell me that she would have to work late in the ship's commissary and that she would be slightly delayed. I told her that I would wait. When I entered Mom's quarters unannounced, I found Eva lying on Mom's bed pleasuring herself. Her skirt was raised and her tunic top was open. Both her large breasts were fully exposed. I watched for a few minutes as she played with her ample tits with one hand and worked her cunt with the other. Eventually she realized that I was in the room. She was very casual about it. Eva was always very uninhibited about sex. Anything worth doing was worth doing in public. "Mom asked me to come over and visit. She called to say she would be late. I got tired of waiting." Eva shuddered a bit then went on without missing a beat. "Hang around, David. I'm almost done. I'm going to cum soon. Then we can talk. Help get me myself off. Lick my clit the way you used to." While she talked Eva's hand worked furiously on her cunt while the other rolled her nipple. Her body jerked and spasmed and her legs beat a sexual tattoo on the bed. I could hear the squishy sounds her fingers made as she finger fucked herself. Yet her speech sounded almost normal with no trace of the sexual ecstasy which was wracking her body. She was one of those people who could perform sexually while carrying on a coherent conversation about a totally unrelated subject. Just like Riva Cohen or Mom. It boggled my imagination. When I was in the throes of passion, all I could think about was fucking. My mind had no room for anything else. Eva spread her legs and beckoned me to come over. She removed her hand and I leaned over and licked her pussy, paying special attention to the clitoris. I remembered that she liked me to do that. Her pussy juices tasted just like Mom's. I licked her swollen clit until I felt her body stiffen and shudder to an orgasm. When she came she put her arms around me and clutched me to her. "Thank you David. That was nice. I was just amusing myself waiting for Mom to get home." We relaxed while Eva caught her breath. It was family news catch up time as we talked of everything that had happened since we last saw each other. We talked about our various career paths. Eva was a reporter for the New Ark communications network, a pretentious name for the shipboard TV and radio station. She asked how I was getting along with Keiko and about our kids. Eva was amazed about how much I had grown since she played with me as a child. While we talked she slowly removed both her tunic and skirt. It was a very sensuous strip tease. Eva wondered how I had matured but I could see that she had matured very well. Her breasts had grown from apple sized to grapefruit sized and her nipples were as big as small acorns. At the rate her breasts were growing she would look just like her mother in a few years. And that's not bad. Her pubis was covered with soft fuzzy down like hair. I could see her still swollen pink pussy lips between her legs. By this time I was rock hard. Never mind that she was my sister. A stiff cock doesn't care. Eva was very seductive. After what seemed an eternity of teasing she unzipped my fly. She played with my penis like a child with a new toy, examining it closely and touching it all over. Holding my cock with one hand she grasped her naked breast with the other and rubbed her engorged nipple against the cock head. She flipped her nipple back and forth with her finger, stroking my cock, masturbating me with her tit. No one had ever done that to me before. It felt very nice. Unusual, but nice. Little drops of pre-cum emerged from the cock head which she swept up with her finger. She put the finger in her mouth, tasting my emission. She must have remembered our teen explorations because she lowered her head, wrapped her lips around my cock, and started gently sucking. "You taste nice, brother of mine. One good suck deserves another. Cum for me. I want your cum." Eva's lips and tongue worked my prick so skillfully that I gushed a tablespoon of sperm into her mouth. She swallowed it with relish, obviously enjoying the taste. I started to soften but she continued sucking and chewing the head of my cock and used her hands on the shaft. Soon, thanks to Eva's attention, I was hard again. "Put it inside me." she said. "I wanted you to fuck me since we were just teen agers. I hoped we would be assigned together in Project Seed but no such luck. But I've got your cock in my hands now and I won't let you get away until you fuck me." How could I resist that invitation? I disrobed and sat next to her on Mom's bed. "OK," she said. "You're ready. Stick it in and ride me. Split my cunt. Fuck me so hard I can't stand." She simply sat astride me and guided my cock into her vagina. She was warm, wet, and very tight. A cunt to die for. What else could I do but fuck her. As her voracious cunt gripped my cock I got carried away. I had almost forgotten how turned on I was by our erotic play as teens. But my body remembered. Eva shoved her tit into my mouth. "Suck me! Bite me! Fuck me! Bite harder, I want your tooth marks on my tit." Not only was she getting to look like Mom but she shared many of Mom's sexual predilections. I bit as hard as I dared, even tasting a little blood. She certainly would have my brand on her breast. Our intense fuck made up for years of wasted opportunity. Pent up desire drove our bodies with such energy that we exploded in a simultaneous orgasm within just a few minutes. Eva spasmed violently just as I ejaculated explosively into her cunt. I'm sure half the starship could hear our climactic screams. "We should have done this when we were kids. I would have been your sex slave. I would have loved to have your babies. Instead I wasted all that time being used by anonymous guys in Project Seed. I wasn't lucky enough to find a boyfriend to fuck me like Keiko did. Once in a while, yes. But the only ways I could have regular orgasms was by masturbation, just like you saw when you came in. I put strange things into my cunt and was used by dozens of women. All I ever wanted was to have you fuck me. You should have paid more attention to your family." After this faint reproach she joked that I was much better than an Orgasmatron. I certainly hoped so. We did it two more times that afternoon. Once with me on top, once with Eva on top. Both were more relaxed but were supremely enjoyable. Between fucks Eva and I examined her tits, kissing them to make them feel better. She definitely would carry my tooth marks for a couple of days but there was no apparent damage. I gained a real appreciation of my sister's erotic capabilities that afternoon. Mom never did show up. I have the suspicion that she arranged the visit as a mutual birthday gift, giving me to Eva and Eva to me. It would have been completely in Mom's character. Sex with siblings was permissible according to our new social code. Birth control was almost infallible. The mixed up genetics and the great disparity in the male/female ratio aboard the New Ark effectively removed the prohibition against familial incest. There was little family structure to hold together. We were all one big, happy family anyway. From the previous paragraphs you might get the idea that I was a starship Casenova. Hardly. I was a normal guy with a reasonable sexual appetite. It's just that the sex ratio for the two decades after the plague was so skewed in favor of women that the few men aboard had the maximum of opportunity. A twentieth century psychologist found that the sex drive in males was insatiable given enough stimulus variety. And I certainly had that variety. Amy had a body that I lusted after, Riva was a shot of sexual adrenalin, Mom was a luxurious and comfortable fuck, Eva was a younger, more aggressive version of Mom, and Keiko - Keiko was the woman I loved. And, of course there were others from time to time. Keiko knew that I was intimate with other women but it was OK, even expected, as long as I came home to her every night. That was the way things were on the New Ark. It was the behavioral norm of our generation. She orchestrated our mutual relationship with Amy and certainly knew that I fucked Riva Cohen once in a while. Just as I knew of her involvement with Amy Bergen. She probably suspected that I had fucked my Mom too. Keiko liked Mom very much and once confessed to me that she would like to enjoy Mom's voluptuous body herself. She said she just never could find the opportunity to do it. And so time went on. The New Ark continued its monotonous journey to Alpha Centauri. In this context, monotonous is good. Keiko and I had a very good life, following the dictum of a forgotten 20th century poet that the secret to a happy marriage was "A lot of sex at home, and a little on the side." Frequent visits from our good friend, Amy Bergen added a little spice. On occasion Keiko visited my Mom or Mom came to our apartment. The kids played together while Mom and Keiko used the opportunity to get better acquainted. Were they intimate or just friends? I never asked. They might well have given each other climaxes. Both were very desirable and sexy women and would have enjoyed each other. The giveaway was Keiko's attention to me after each visit. Just as with Amy, we fucked like rabbits after Mom left. Keiko even used the prostate trick on me, something she had never done before Mom's visits. I would have loved to see Mom and Keiko, the two people I loved most in the world, in each other's arms but I felt I owed them the privacy of their relationship. Keiko progressed through the educational hierarchy and, when Amy Bergen retired, became the educational head of our starship. I worked closely with Riva Cohen, sometimes under her, sometimes over her, often in her, until she too retired. Our relationship was very professional, based on mutual respect, and a fantastic sexual compatibility. She had other lovers, of course, as did I. But neither of us could ever find anyone who could raise us to the sexual peaks as could the other. Loving Riva was like climbing the Mt. Everest of sex. It was wonderful to experience but you couldn't live there. When Riva retired, a most distinguished and respected doctor, she recommended that I be appointed in her stead. In due time I became the Chief Medical Officer of the New Ark. Now, 60 years later, it's hard to believe that our children, and all those I fathered, will be dead long before "New Ark" reaches her destination. But I believe our great, great, great grandchildren will someday appreciate the unusual arrangements we made for their sake. And I like to think that both Mom and Mrs. Bergen are looking down on us from the stars now that they have passed on. They may be gone in body but they live forever in my dreams. THE END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 74