This is the second installment about a futuristic, authoritarian society where the government strictly controls who gets to mate with whom.
Introduction
This is the second installment of a multi-part story about a futuristic society. Here is a brief recap of Story #1 (which you are encouraged to read, of course)…
It is the year 2085. An unnamed place has a totalitarian government ruled by the Committee of Wise Leaders (CWL). Among the things it dictates to its people is who can and cannot work at certain jobs based on their school grades and intelligence level. The CWL also serves as matchmaker for the country’s men and women, assigning spouses to everyone at age 18 who is academically gifted or otherwise talented. The prevailing idea is for the best and brightest of this society to produce plenty of super-babies with high IQs and outstanding talents.
The central character in the story is 33-year-old Kelsey McCafferty. A gifted writer and historian, Kelsey has been happily married to a poet named Bonnie for 15 years and is the father of seven children with her. Baby number eight is on the way. Early in January of 2085, Kelsey receives official notice that he has been chosen to be a “sperm provider” for a 60-day period. That means he will spend 8½ weeks at a secret compound copulating with nubile young women whose primary job is to become mothers of children sired by high-IQ fathers. At the compound, the first girl Kelsey beds is a gorgeous, blonde 18-year-old virgin named “Veronica-96” who thoroughly enjoys the sexual encounter. They are scheduled for two more screwing sessions before Kelsey moves on to service another bedmate. Predictably, Kelsey is very enthusiastic to continue bedding Veronica.
As in the first story, Kelsey serves as the first-person narrator for Part #2.
Part One
It was only hours after my carnal encounter with the beautiful Veronica when another manila envelope was delivered to my suite. This time I was present to receive it. It provided tomorrow’s schedule for me, along with a detailed critique—for the lack of a better term—of my fucking session with Veronica. I knew from the first batch of information I had gotten, that all my screwing sessions at the compound would be videotaped. I figured that was just a way to confirm that I had done what I was asked to do—fill a total stranger’s pussy with my jism. However, I did not think I and my sexual partners would be thoroughly scrutinized about our performance in bed.
The envelope had my official name “Kelsey-128” neatly printed on it. Its contents included my schedule for my second day at the compound: specific meal times and a 4 p.m. return engagement with beautiful Veronica, this time in Copulation Room #3. It also contained a lengthy review of my first day’s sexual performance with my lovely bedmate. It had undoubtedly been penned by the female CWL committee member who greeted Veronica and me outside Copulation Room #2 and oversaw our coital get-together.
When I perused the report, it felt like I was reading something akin to my fifth-grade report card. It complimented me on my successful ejaculation inside Veronica’s vagina which “achieved the primary purpose of the carnal visit”. However, it also said I had spent “too much time focusing on Veronica’s breasts and engaging in unnecessary and unproductive romantic foreplay.” Along those lines, the report suggested that I “could reduce my time with Veronica significantly by bypassing most of the kissing, hugging and caressing displayed before the copulation act.”
I just laughed at that silly idea. I had enjoyed the wonderful carnal encounter with a beautiful and sexy 18-year-old stranger too much to change a single thing. I especially enjoyed groping Veronica’s terrific tits! Reduce my time with Veronica significantly? Nonsense! If anything, I wanted to extend my screwing sessions with her indefinitely!
I had the same scheduled mealtimes as my three colleagues whom I had met in the limousine and bus we shared to the compound yesterday morning. In the cafeteria, where we had a fine selection of buffet-style foods to enjoy, my friends were all in a jovial mood, apparently quite pleased with what they did in the copulation rooms the day before, and with whom they did it. I noticed they all had their nametags prominently displayed as to avoid accruing any further demerits—which, apparently, would have sent them home. Since there were no rules that said we could not discuss our carnal activities with each other, of course they became the central topic of conversation.
“I had a lovely and friendly 20-year-old brunette gal,” Wesley told us. “She’s already been a mother once. She wanted to rush through the sex act, but I wanted to enjoy myself.”
“That sounds like a familiar story to me!” I declared. The other two men (Charles and Frank) laughed at my remark. We were unanimously convinced that these young bedmates of ours had been well-schooled about the mechanics of sexual intercourse, but they had been taught very little about how to enjoy the ultimate form of intimacy with a man.
Frank commented, “My girl was a pretty redhead. I figured she was about 22 years old. She basically disrobed, lied on her back in the center of the bed, spread her legs, and told me to do my business and get it over with as quickly as possible. She wasn’t exactly filled with romantic passion. When I began to lick her vagina and caress her tits, she said to me, ‘There’s no need to do that! Just climb aboard and fuck me!’ I basically ignored her and did with her what pleased me. Then I fucked her like a madman—which was fantastic.”
Charles relayed a similar story about his encounter with a lanky, black-haired, 19-year-old female who was “utterly mystified that I wanted to display any affection at all to her before I drilled her with my dick. Be that as it may, I enjoyed fucking her very much.”
We had all gotten similar reviews from our proctors in which the four of us were advised to reduce the romance level within our sexual encounters and stick to the important and primary business of making large sperm deposits inside these females’ vaginas.
I told my own Copulation Room story. It differed slightly than my three colleagues’ tales in that Veronica quickly caught on to how enjoyable sexual foreplay could be and how it greatly enhanced her first experience. I couldn’t prove it, because I hadn’t actually seen the three girls described by my friends, but I got the distinct impression that Veronica was the best-looking of the four females we had been assigned. Whatever the case, my friends seemed to envy my description of Veronica’s lovely body and her overall enthusiasm she eventually displayed during our encounter. I said I had no complaints with my bedmate. I further said I was paying no attention to my proctor’s friendly advice to knock off much of the hugging, kissing, and groping. They all agreed, too!
Frank insisted, “Today and tomorrow I plan on being romantic and loving to my girl, Jessica-91, whether she likes it or not! I don’t care if it pleases her because it certainly pleases me!”
Part Two
At the appointed time, I reported to the shower area and then was reminded by an attendant holding a clipboard that my destination that afternoon was Copulation Room #3 instead of #2. This time Veronica beat me there by about a minute and was awaiting my arrival. Standing next to our proctor, Veronica looked as sexy in her cute pink robe as she had when I first glimpsed her yesterday—perhaps more so, because she had a wonderfully dazzling smile on her face and seemed overjoyed to see me again. The feeling was mutual, of course. We instinctively hugged and shared a passionate kiss.
Our proctor promptly chastised us. “There should be no physical contact between the two of you until you are inside the Copulation Room and I have vacated it,” she said.
I pointed out that Veronica and I had shaken hands in the exact same spot in the corridor yesterday.
“That’s hardly the same thing as what you two just did,” she argued with a sour expression on her face. “Tomorrow, please control yourselves and refrain from hugging and kissing until it is allowed. Thank you for your cooperation.” The joyless woman was certainly all business.
The proctor opened the door, confirmed that we again wanted classical music as background noise, reminded us that the lights had to stay on so that our copulation session could be filmed, and then she left us alone.
“She’s not exactly the romantic type, is she?” I commented to Veronica.
“No, she isn’t—but you are, Kelsey!” Veronica stated. Then she dropped her robe to the floor, exposing all her womanly charms to me for a second time. They had not depreciated in the slightest since yesterday. I disrobed, too. Still standing up, we embraced and exchanged long kisses—which must have annoyed our proctor and whomever else was watching us from a distance. We didn’t care. It was terrific.
The romantic contact had a biological effect on me. I was sporting a tremendous erection which I happily pointed out to the girl in my arms. “See what you do to me, Veronica?” I said to her after a series of kisses. “Just a few seconds of being with you and I have nothing but sex on my mind.”
“Isn’t that the whole idea?” she inquired.
“I suppose it is,” I agreed. “Let’s get busy, my dear. We certainly don’t want to be derelict in our duties to the state. Besides, I can’t wait to do plenty of sexy things with you. You are stunningly gorgeous, Veronica.”
I lifted Veroncia off the floor, plied her with more kissed, and gently set her on the bed. She began to spread her legs—and I told her not to rush things.
“But the report I got yesterday from our proctor…”
“Yes, I received the same one, Veronica,” I told her. “I’m ignoring it. I want to have a memorable, romantic, sexual encounter with you—not just a two-minute fuck to make that state happy. You are too precious to rush. I want to enjoy every inch of your body.”
I gently cuddled up beside my beautiful teen bedmate. I wrapped my hands around Veronica and cupped her fabulously perfect pair of breasts. “My favorite parts of your anatomy!” I told her. “Your tits are utterly captivating to me, Veronica. I could fondle them all day.”
“The proctor would not like that at all, Kelsey. She’d consider it a waste of time,” Veronica correctly noted.
“That just shows that she is completely clueless about sex,” I replied. “This is time well spent–very well spent, I’d say!”
I then began to slide my hard penis against Veronica’s butt crack. She got the idea that I intended to penetrate her anally.
“Hey, that doesn’t go there!” Veronica said with a cute giggle. “The proctor would go berserk if you fucked me up the ass.”
“I’m not into that sort of thing at all,” I truthfully told her, “But you have such a sexy derriere, Veronica, that I might be tempted to try it with you to see if I’d like it.”
I positioned Veronica on her back so I could enjoy licking and sucking on her breasts more efficiently. They were totally irresistible attractions to me. “Perfection!” I said to her. “I thought my wife had a great rack, but you can’t have better tits than these ones: Firm yet soft. Round yet pliable. Honestly, I’d like to come all over them!”
Veronica looked at me very affectionately. “You’re quite the sweet-talker, Kelsey…and I love hearing those compliments,” she told me. “You’re such a sweet guy for someone your age.”
“Someone my age!” I repeated with mock anger. Then I laughed. “Hey, I’m not a teenager, but I think I do pretty well for a 33-year-old. I’m neither feeble nor infirmed. I think I can satisfy you with my dick, Veronica. At least I’m going to try.”
Veronica’s playful jab at our age difference inspired me. Now I fully intended to give her a thorough fucking, not they that hadn’t crossed my mind already. I mounted her and inserted my penis where it was intended to be placed. I thrust it rhythmically but strongly inside of her. She began moaning loudly but with pleasure. the volume of her voice seemingly grew louder and louder.
“That’s not too bad for an old guy, huh?” I asked rhetorically.
“Kelsey, it’s actually quite wonderful,” Veronica concurred. “Keep it up, please.”
“It’s certainly not going down!” I assured her. The writer in me was seldom able to resist a pun, even when fucking a sexy and wholly desirable teenager.
For something different, I rolled Veronica onto her stomach so I could penetrate her doggie-style. Of course, this was completely new to her, as she was a sexual novice until yesterday. My penis was able to reach a new depth inside her vagina because of it. It brought Veronica to a long orgasm and caused her to squeal with delight and satisfaction. It dispelled any notion of my being unable to please her or perform to her satisfaction. Veronica was definitely a satisfied teen!
I still hadn’t come–and I was enjoying the long coital session thoroughly. I flipped Veronica over again, returning her to her back. “Spread your legs wide for me, sweetheart. I want to give you a really good fucking.”
“Geez, what is it that you have been doing so far?” she asked while laughing.
I nodded at the obvious compliment and began riding Veronica fairly roughly. I could sense the end was near—and I told her so.
“Prepare to receive a huge cum shot, Veronica!” I had barely got those words out of my mouth when I erupted with a super-sized orgasm for the second consecutive day. The feeling was incredible—as my lustful groan indicated. Having sex with this teen goddess was loads of fun—in every sense of the word.
I continued pleasing Veronica with a series of small thrusts of my rod for two or three minutes afterward to make sure, as the CWL leadership preferred, that every drop of semen I ejaculated had filled its intended target.
Then we embraced and kissed for several minutes afterward. I was surprised that a voice from the intercom had not yet told me that my carnal business for that day had now been completed. Eventually, Veronica and I just got out of bed on our own without being told to do so. We did not cease our mutual display of affection, however. We continued kissing while standing until our proctor’s voice announced, “Alright, you two, save it for tomorrow’s get-together. You both disregarded every suggestion in the reports I sent you, but you obviously had a successful copulation session. Well done. Kelsey, you may go. Veronica, I’ll be in to see you in a few minutes.”
Tomorrow would indeed be another day—the last of three I would spend enjoying the sexual delights of Veronica-96.
Tags: My Breeding Girls (Part #2)