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(MF, reluc, inc, 1st, sci-fi) *** It had to be in the genes. I wasn't fully aware that it even existed until well into my prime, and even now I'm unsure of all the ramifications. My childhood was a happy one as a shy kid and I felt I was well liked by most of my classmates. On the other hand, my home life with my Mom was a continual parade of different men. I never really questioned her private life, and wasn't to learn until after her death that she was a true nymphomaniac by one of the "johns" that sort of adopted me. My Mom was a pretty lady, I thought, always had an upbeat attitude and a flair for enticing most any man to her bed. They never stayed long though, and we moved several times during my youth because, as rumor has it, she screwed her lovers to an untimely death. Unlike her, though, I wasn't really interested in the opposite gender other than their inherent instinctual abilities. Rather, my interests peaked at the newest computer technologies that were changing so rapidly. Mowing lawns and saving money for the fastest and newest system became my obsession all the way through secondary school. When a scholarship was offered at the local technical institute, I grabbed it without a second thought and finished at the top of the class. After that, employment in computer think tanks came easy. Many long hours were spent writing programs in front of computer screens. When my Mom died rather suddenly, I moved from our second story apartment into a condo with a nice view of the city and little more than a mattress and my Pentium with all the hardware and software I could afford. My first real experience with the opposing gender occurred when I was barely twelve years old with nary a strand of hair near my under endowed genitalia. I was just beginning to experience the results of raging hormones, and found most all of my other male classmates were far more sizeable in the packages they proudly supported. I kept to myself in fear of ridicule that never really materialized and kept my impulses at bay thanks to the multitude of porn available on-line. The gross expletives coming from my Mom's room only supported my alienation to all things feminine until late one hot August day when I was mowing the lawn for a well known businessman. He had twin daughters who were seniors at the local high school. They always seemed to be in the pool while I was working on the lawn. This particular day, while I was on my knees trimming the grass under a rose bush, I heard giggling only moments before I was curtly thrown on my back and had my pants pulled off. One of the girls sat heavily on my chest while the other yanked off my boxers. They both burst into laughter and began tugging and playing with my reproductive membranes. I started screaming until my sweaty underwear was shoved into my mouth and my hands were pinned to my chest under a bony butt. They tried manipulating the flaccid flesh for the better part of a half hour despite my muffled protests before they both jumped up and ran through the double French doors into the house. I lay there in the shade for a long time, with my thoughts awash with questions and consequences. The two girls were not really all that pretty to me with their short cropped red hair, freckled faces, boob less chests, and skinny bodies. Perhaps the experience would have a different if I had found the girls attractive or the scenario had been more accommodating. But for me, the experience was repulsive and the mystery would always remain as I never mowed their lawn again. When I entered college, I had taken Laurie, a girl in my class, on several dates to the local computer fairs at the urging of my Mom. We tried kissing and groping but I just wanted her as a companion more than anything else. She had great tits as far as I could tell, but she was kind of plump and was only interested in drawing cartoons for Walt Disney. We got together for the mandatory social functions; more to prove that we weren't gay to our peers than for any other reason. She asked me to go to bed with her right after my Mom's funeral as more of a nurturance thing than anything else but I gracefully declined and never saw her again. Now working with virtual reality, I submerged myself in the inconsistencies presented by the human experience versus mechanical synapses. It was long and tiring mental labor with few hard earned successes. One particularly late night Leslie, an attractive young student aid, wandered into my cubicle completely unnoticed. She plopped down on my computer desk and began studying her fingernails. I was about to address her impetuousness when she crossed her legs. With her short skirt, I realized she wasn't wearing underwear. The musky scent I had smelled so many times coming from my Mom's room began to permeate the air. Immediately, my concentration went out the window and I felt myself blushing. "Why Mr. Jones, what a pretty shade of red your wearing!" I stumbled for a response - anything that might vindicate my current dilemma. "Like are you married 'cause if you are, you sure aren't around your old lady much are you?" I was finally able to able to adjust my glasses choke out a "No." "Well you see, like I was kind of wondering what it would be like to screw a nerd. I've heard they are really good in the sack if you can ever tear them away from their computers and stuff." "I wouldn't know," I choked wondering if I should call security and if so, how to explain her presence. "Let's find out, shall we?" She slipped off the desk and down to her knees in front of my chair and began deftly fumbling with my zipper. Stunned into paralysis, I gawked as she tugged my pants to my knees, and slid from her sun dress. Despite the awkwardness, my penis began to grow rapidly, filling my loins with the warm familiar sensations that I had tried to repress for so long. Her delicate fingers gently caressed the throbbing flesh, encircling the corona with a feather touch. I groaned in ecstasy at her touch. "It sure is skinny – but it's kind of cute," she murmured. "You haven't gotten laid in a while have you?" My throat was parched and my balls ached as she continued to caress my throbbing flesh. Unconsciously, my hips began to move of their own accord as a small drop of semen collected on my glans. She swept it off with her well-manicured finger and after a quick sniff, she licked her finger clean. "Tastes different," she offered as her eyes began to glaze over and her tiny nipples hardened noticeably. "Oh Gawd..." She tried to climb into the chair and mount me in a fever of desperation but our combined weight sent us sprawling onto the carpet and the chair flying into a partition. If someone else had been in the office, it would have surely brought them running. She pulled me onto her delicious frame, and desperately worked her hips to position herself. As I slid into the most delightfully moist folds I had ever dreamed of, she clamped her arms and legs around me like a vice. She grunted breathlessly as her warmth enveloped my virgin essence completely, gritting her teeth and squinting in erotic agony. Her hips bucked several times and she produced a low wail as her body trembled violently. Breathing in short gasps, her pubis rutted relentlessly against my own. With a final vice like grip, I felt her finally relax beneath me and began to wonder if she had a seizure. I gently tried to extract myself from her quivering form, when I heard her distinctive command in a low growl; "Don't you dare." My composure was just beginning to return when she began her wild gyrations again. I pried myself away from her chest and savored the glorious texture of her delicate intimacies as my eyes feasted upon the small melons that gyrated in concentric circles on her chest. As she grunted and clenched beneath me, I felt the burning herald of my encroaching orgasm from deep within my pelvis to the throbbing tip of my penis. I choked back a sob as I bathed her depths with my searing sperm, seeing stars and shaking uncontrollably. She shrieked and bucked wildly beneath me, shaking her head from side to side as her neck and chest were bathed in a warm red glow. With a final thrust of her hips, she collapsed beneath me, and I felt a warm stream squirt from somewhere within her vulva bathe my genitals. Her eyes rolled into her head as her body quivered beneath me. I kissed her full lips gently and felt her slow shallow breaths on my cheek as I eased my expended appendage from her warmth. It was better than I had ever dreamed. Pulling my pants up quickly, the euphoric afterglow gave way to genuine concern as she wasn't moving. The pool that had formed beneath the matted hair of her vulva was gradually seeping into the carpet, producing a stain that would forevermore be a constant reminder of where I lost my virginity. Before long, panic set in, and I struggled to get the flimsy sun dress onto her lifeless body before dragging her down to the coffee lounge and easing her onto the old sofa that someone had donated some years past. She looked so peaceful, and she was breathing; but she smelled like pure sex. Back in the cubicle, I tried to dry the wet spot as best as I could with some paper towels and grabbed the air freshener and my coat. The fine mist of the air freshener drifted across her sleeping body and throughout the office as I made a quick circuit before heading out the door to my condo. They say the first time is the best but for whom? I lay awake for long hours wondering about Leslie while savoring the fragrance of the essence that clung to my unwashed genitals. The consequences seemed moot as who would believe that a nerd as myself could bring such a sexy young creature into orgasmic oblivion. The next day was uneventful, further supporting my innocence until about one o'clock when Judith from personnel stuck her head into my cubicle and made it clear that we were to meet in the conference room at once. Judith was a middle aged Mother, who had come to us a few months earlier. She was just getting over an abusive relationship with her former husband, and didn't seem to have much time for any male, much less the geeks that surrounded her in the office. Overweight to a fault, she held a civil tongue while making her position on feminism clear. She would have made a perfect poster woman for feminine frustration, I surmised. Once inside the conference room, she locked the door and abruptly sat next to where I had assumed a relaxed position. "I just came from the isolation ward in the hospital, and want to know what happened with Leslie last night." Her no nonsense glare was unnerving. "What," I responded somewhat anxiously. "Are you aware that I worked as an attending nurse at County General for 15-years; and I have never seen anything like the poor girl? She's anemic, incoherent, dehydrated, and obviously delusional. All she can say is your name while frantically rubbing her pussy." Fearing any response would trigger an explosive outburst, I stared at the table. I tried to feign innocence as she continued. "She was picked up by the Sheriffs Patrol for suspected prostitution after they found a trail of senseless 'Johns' from just outside the building all the way down to 2nd street (several miles from the office). Now I want to know what you did before I turn you in for some sort of sordid rape. Heaven knows, you probably wrote a program to prey off innocent young virgins!" "Now really, Judith;" I chided, "Why don't you get a little perspective into your accusations. You know that type of programming is far beyond..." "I want you to drop your drawers, and let me see what you're packing," she said with a low, firm voice that would silence a room full of people. "Please Judith; do you really think that's appropriate?" "Do it before I call the authorities," she commanded as she reached into her purse for her cell phone. Hesitantly, I struggled to my feet and slowly undid my slacks. Impatiently, she grabbed my boxers and tugged them down to my shoes, then grabbed my flaccid flesh in both hands. Slowly she caressed the entire shaft, more with disdain than anything else. My face reddened as, despite the novelty of the situation, her warm hands brought stirrings of arousal into my pelvis. "Oh quit acting so shy," she blurted abruptly, "I've seen a thousand of these things before and, quite frankly, yours leaves much to be desired." She continued to examine my genitals thoroughly as my arousal became even more obvious. "You smell like dried cum," she observed disdainfully as her thumb smeared a small dollop of precum from my glans. As she smeared the slick substance over her fingertips, her demeanor almost immediately changed. I could almost see her glasses steam over as she pulled my torso closer and unexpectedly devoured my penis, sucking on it mercilessly as her tongue flicked over the glans lightly. All I could think of is "why" as her stimulation sent charges of electricity down my legs and through the torso she now held so firmly. In mere seconds, it seemed, I was coming down her throat as she continued to suck greedily, increasing the suction with each spurt she swallowed. Suddenly she bit down on the base of my organ, not enough to break the skin, but enough to illicit a yelp and make me topple to my knees. Not missing the opportunity, she struggled briefly to bare her torso before lunging at me, throwing me onto my back. Her make-up smeared face suddenly appeared savage as she leapt onto my hips and try to force my somewhat deflated member into the full bushy lips of her sexuality. "It's not your pistol, Mister," she stated breathlessly, "It's what you're pistol is packing!" Fervently she tugged on my organ until; somehow, it began to surge back to life. Visibly exasperated, she forced the semi-flaccid organ inside her dripping birth canal, and ground her hips against me in wild abandon, bruising the skin over my pubic bone. The mixture of pleasure and pain brought me to a new threshold of arousal, and all too soon I was pumping the last remnants of my essence into her quivering flesh. My gonads actually ached from their exertions. She shrieked as she peaked. There was a knock at the door and I scrambled to feet tugging the wrinkled remnants of my clothes securely around my waist in a panic. Looking down at the trembling remains of Judith, I ran to the door with my mind awash with potential explanations. The president was standing there with an inquisitive expression while his ever present secretary looked over his shoulder. I bolted for the security of my cubicle and slid into my chair. I could feel my career slipping into oblivion as I nervously typed out a quick letter of resignation. It took only a few brief moments to gather my personal belongings and tape the ill-composed letter to my monitor. As I stepped out of my cubicle, I took a quick glance back towards the conference room where a large group of my coworkers had gathered. Quietly I crept up behind the crowd and peered through the partially opened blinds. Judith, astride our flabbergasted leader, was humping his obese frame in wild abandon. The stunned look on his face was priceless as her thundering cellulite was pummeling him into senselessness. I turned quietly with my options clear and my future uncertain. Back at the condo, I packed what I could into the car, and with a few phone calls, I was out the door and onto the interstate for points west. As the miles slipped away, my cell phone chirped incessantly. I was awash with fear and frustration. It was after midnight when I finally pulled into a truck stop and ordered a coffee. The young waitress was bubbly as she lingered by my table awaiting my order. I finally settled for a hot apple pie and stared off into the night with thoughts of my departed Mother. She had emphasized that I was special whenever we spent what few moments we had together alone. I was finally beginning to understand the legacy she had left behind. My genitals felt like ground, depleted hamburger. When I thought I was unnoticed, I rearranged my equipment and silently vowed to get a room with a tub so I could soak them in steaming hot water. "Here's your pie," the pixie stewardess announced with a slight southern drawl. Are you comfortable?" "Uh yeah, why," I queried cautiously. "Well, I sort of saw you scrunching around in your seat, and thought that maybe, you might need a little company tonight." I smiled weakly at her and shook my head no, overcome with the recent experiences that had brought me here. After taking a few bites of pie, I threw a twenty on the table and strolled around the corner to a small motel. The rooms had tubs and more than reasonable rates. I filled the tub with the hottest water I could stand, and flipped on CNN as I shed my road weary clothes. Just as I slipped into the steaming water, I heard a faint knock on the door. After the second knock, I cursed softly and pulled myself from the warm confines into the cool air. The waitress pushed past me as I opened the door and began to strip wordlessly. Locking the door I stepped back into the steaming tub and was joined by her lithe youthful body moments later. My hands roamed over her smooth curves as my desire began to grow. She responded with a sensual dance of eroticism, moving her hands lovingly over my tired frame, as she rubbed her neatly trimmed labia across my thigh. Her sighs were music to my tired ears as my mouth found her delicate brown nipples. My hands continued to caress her flawless skin as she held my head tightly to her bosom. As I slid my hand into the warm water to feel her feminine folds, her body trembled and she softly bit my shoulder. With just a few exploratory stokes along her delicate folds, she squeaked softly and finished bringing herself to her peak on the palm of my hand. As her orgasm ebbed, she reached for my genitals, but I eased her hand away and gave her a kiss filled with everything I held within. We held one another lovingly, and as she drifted off to sleep in my arms I finally relaxed fully. Tomorrow would grant a new opportunity to explore my sexual identity, but for now, I would be content knowing that I was appreciated for the comfort I could give rather than the frustration I had given. I awoke in the morning with a little angel tucked snugly in my arms. How we had found our way from the tub to the comfort of the bed I'll never know. Caressing her delicate features gently until she awoke, I felt as if I had finally come to know the intimacy I had sought all my life. She wanted me to stay and wept silently as I closed the door quietly on my way to check out. As I walked to my car, a long black limo pulled up beside me and the heavily tinted window slid open silently to reveal an attractive middle aged lady with a warm smile. "I've been watching you," she stated, "Why don't you join me." This was all too strange; I thought to myself as I took a step towards my car then stopped. I walked over to the other side of the limo and stepped in as the driver closed the door gently behind me and returned to his seat. As we drove away from the interstate on a windy back road, my hostess stubbed her cigarette and began to unravel the mysteries that had beset me in recent days. She was my Mother's younger Sister Rose, and described herself as an unfulfilled nymphomaniac. Before her conception, her Granddad had been plowing the field early one morning when he had an "outer worldly experience" that he never spoke of directly. Apparently he was implanted with a genetic modification that was hoped would alter humanities descent into selfish isolation. She was now the only surviving direct descendant and I was the only fertile offspring. It was my choice as to continue that which my Granddad had begun or to let it die quietly. She offered the vast resources at her disposal in support of whatever decision I made. The thought of becoming a gigolo was somewhat unnerving even though it is my birthright. My Aunt gingerly reached for my hand as we drove into the wooded hills, and I grasped it gently in understanding. She was doomed to spend her life harboring unfulfilled desires while I was destined to cultivate that very desire for future generations to harvest. Predestination was never an option for me as my youthful ideals were permeated with "what ifs." As her hand slipped from mine and began its slow ascent towards my crotch, I sensed her desperation and quietly lowered my slacks. With restrained eagerness, she slowly lowered her head onto my flaccid member and skillfully used her mouth to awaken my desires. As I hardened in the moist warmth she provided, I could sense her urgency, and closed my eyes to forget who she was and focus on what she was giving. Rose demonstrated the gentle stimulation only age and experience can bring. While her mouth gently drew me into her throat, her tongue savored every pore of my straining organ; delving on the unique lines and curves with sincere relish. Her exploration brought me to the edge quickly and I unintentionally bucked my hips as my essence erupted into her throat. As she fervently drew in the last drops of my seed with an unmistakable groan of satisfaction, guilt overwhelmed me and I had to turn away. Had I changed into a incestuous deviant, now enjoying intimacies with my own Aunt? "What is it," she queried as her body trembled slightly in fulfillment? "Did you ever marry?" "You are quick," she offered. "No, but I had two offspring and my Sister one by the same sire – your Grandfather." My mouth fell open as she continued. "Your Grandmother died shortly after the alien encounter – I can only suspect my Father's drive was the reason. He was lonely and with two daughters nearby, it was only a question of time before we were sharing his bed. Those were the best of times, filled with the most intense love we would ever know. I carried two of his children being with him the longest while your Mom became disenchanted after your birth and moved on to fulfill her desires in the city. Only males can propagate the genetic codes; my Sister and I are barren to unaltered male sperm. The two girls you have slept with will only be able to bear your offspring from now on IF you so desire. I paused to reflect on her words as we continued deeper into the forested hills. "Where are your children, Rose?" "I made my son Robert a eunuch when he was quite young and he is currently driving the car. The driver gave a quick over the shoulder wave while his eyes never strayed from the road ahead. You slept with my Daughter Sandra last night and she will soon join us at the lodge. I thought you might need a little time away from distractions to sort out all you've just learned and make plans for the future." "The waitress is your daughter?" "She took a big chance sleeping with you; I trust she's still a virgin? "Uh, yeah;" I stammered. So let me get this straight; an alien entity produced a genetic change in my Grandpa who seduced his two daughters and fathered among two others, myself. With the only other male sexless, I alone carry a genetic code that makes women sterile nymphomaniacs unless I make them pregnant. If their offspring are males, they can spread the genetic codes, while any females are perfectly normal unless they mate with a one of my male offspring." "That's a very good analysis," Rose offered gently while patting my hand. "Do these "genes" offer any other benefits?" "Not that I can discern except both you and my son are extremely well versed in the sciences. Robert is working on his doctorate in astrophysics and has already written several journals under consideration by NASA, and I understand that your computer literacy is advanced well beyond your peers. It could be coincidence but then my Father was a simple man who barely understood basic electrical wiring." I smiled; "Seems to me these alien visitors are preparing our population for something greater than we know - sterilizing our females to only reproduce their genetic encoding while turning them into nymphomaniacs; then creating males with superior intelligence who will never suffer from sexual frustration again. I don't think Leslie and Judith should carry such a legacy." "I never thought of it that way before. I have an associate at the hospital that will see their pregnancies never reach full term," Rose offered as she turned to peer down the road behind us. I matched her gaze and saw my car rapidly approaching with Sandra at the wheel. She sped past us honking the horn and roared off onto the horizon where she disappeared around a sharp corner. Rose patted my hand and smiled pensively. "Why us?" I asked. "Indeed," Rose murmured. We peered ahead and pondered all we had shared for the remainder of the trip. A short while later we stopped in front of a sprawling log cabin nestled in the trees. It overlooked a beautifully serene valley blanketed in firs with a small crystal clear lake on the valley floor. We spent the remainder of the day until darkness fell wandering through a honeycomb of paths while catching up on our diverse histories. A time of bonding, we all drew surprisingly close as I had hoped a family would. Sandra stayed by my side and remained acutely aware of anything I offered. I was falling in love with her, but remained fearful of the consequences. She sensed my hesitancy while offering her child like support with playful hugs and quick kisses. A delicious feast of chicken and dumplings was served as we retired by the fireplace with CNN on the nearby wide screen TV. In addition to Robert's keen knowledge of astrophysics, he was deeply interested in the political events that shaped the worlds economy. A small story just before a commercial break caught my attention. It seemed that three UFO's had been sighted near where we were staying by a commercial airline pilot of notable reputation. Seldom would a professional aviator step forward to report such things as more often than not their credibility would be reduced to pond scum and they would find themselves without a career. When we retired, I opted to sleep alone. My newly acquired knowledge had almost overwhelmed my logic and, as Rose suggested, I needed time alone to sort out my future. It seemed the choices were clear; disregard my intuition and become an irresponsible gigolo or become a eunuch as Robert and deny our humanity a future under the dominion of an advanced species whose real intent may not be understood for generations. Did I have the resolve to live my life deprived of my most basic motivation because of fear? Should I give humanity the opportunity to redeem itself while still locked in the throes of its own self destruction? It was a moral decision that was complicated by the wonderful afternoon I had spent with Sandra. When sleep finally arrived, it was welcomed but was not destined to last. A bright light filled the room momentarily and dimmed to reveal a translucent figure adorned in a long white shroud with arms outstretched. Devoid of facial features, I could still hear its low authoritarian voice as if it had the mouth and vocal chords Pavarotti. "We come in peace." I almost laughed at the cliché, expecting something at least more original. "Our experiment with your species has failed," it stated flatly. "You will be restored to your natural state and your world shall pursue its fateful destiny without future intervention." I propped myself up on my elbows and searched for a response. Finally I squeaked "Wait." The figure remained motionless. "Who are you?" After a punctuated silence it spoke with wary voice; "We have come from before your time, in search of a species to share our quest for truth." "I'd like that," I offered with a trembling voice that barely obscured my fear." "Our species will soon perish." "Why?" "Our males can no longer reproduce." "What do you need," I felt myself becoming bolder with each answer." "Hosts." "Why not try artificial insemination or cloning?" "All our attempts failed." "Have you tried to mate with our species?" "That is morally prohibited." "Even with our consent?" "That would be acceptable." I took a deep breath; "I'm available," I offered. "Your absence would be permanent." I considered the proposal for a long moment before responding. "May I have some time to say my goodbye to my family?" "I will return for you here in one lunar cycle." "I'll be waiting," I offered as the phantom faded and I was besieged by silence. Sleep did not return that night and the following day was spent with Rose, Robert and Sandra. It was a time of sadness and of hope. We shared our dreams one final time as the following evening ebbed into nightfall, and then bid our tearful farewells as I packed a few reminders of life as I had known it. When my host finally arrived, we were waiting with eager anticipation; Sandra squirming incessantly; her virgin pussy just recently filled with my fertile seed. There was a brief flash of brilliant light and they were gone forever. I looked out through the small viewing portal as my world rapidly diminished to a pin point of light. One can only hope my future generations may someday return to find a world filled with hope and virtue. As for now, two lovely alien creatures with the ability to assume most any human form are clinging to my sides, stroking my now exhausted genitals with loving care. With the supplements I'm being given and the great synthetic meals their machines can create, I'll be ready to swing back into reproductive action in a twinkling; ready to bring the multitude of nubile virgins to previously undreamed of orgasmic heights. So many women, so little lifetime – I'll make my Mom proud. I wonder if they have an antique Pentium V stored somewhere on my new home world. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 39