With a quick, light squeeze and a long, slow lick up the shaft she felt Adam arch his back, and as soon as she felt his muscles begin to clench she locked her lips over his cock, catching every drop of the juice he squirted into her with a delicious moan. She stayed locked over his cock as he twitched a few times, releasing more hot, salty juice into her mouth, and then pulled away, pursing her lips to keep his load from escaping her lips.
Adam lay spent and smiling as she stood and turned to Becky, now waiting beside the bed, and Alison guided her down beside Adam. She loved this part, and she knew Becky would come at the drop of a hat with a little snowballing.
Holding her head over Becky's wide open mouth, she let Adam's creamy load drip from her lips from just a few inches away, close enough to hear it land on Becky's tongue. The two quickly rolled over, and Becky pulled open Alison's mouth to return the favor, spitting the sticky cum back to her before pushing her tongue in, passing it back and forth between their tightly locked lips. As expected, Becky began to cum with just a little help from Alison's nimble fingers playing over her wet, firm clit.
When she'd pulled back as much of the cum as she could Alison swallowed, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, stood and took a bow to the crowd. There was a smattering of applause, but most of the class were busy with their own activities. A couple of the girls turned away from their sucking to pick out a friend to share cum with, but other than that Alison's performance passed unnoticed.
Alison blushed as the professor gave her a wink, nodding his head at the replay on the wall. 'That was nicely done, Ally. I really enjoyed the flourish at the end.' He turned to the audience, and as he raised his voice Alison noticed the bulge in his pants. She smiled, satisfied to have made an impression on such an experienced teacher. 'I want you all to pay close attention to the replay now. What Alison just showed us is that it's OK to think outside the box and bring in other players. If you want to break from the script and do your own thing that's quite alright. Admirable, even, and undoubtedly sexy.'
Alison blushed again, unaccustomed to such high praise. It was enough to hear the professor talk about her in such glowing terms, but the fact that he dipped his hand through his zipper and started stroking himself as he watched the replay showed that he truly meant it. He wasn't just trying to boost her confidence.
Behind her, Adam was rising from the bed and wiping himself down with the napkins recessed in the side. He looked spent, and Alison suspected he'd be no good for a second run. Another small victory. All the cards were turning in her favor, and she had a good feeling about the rest of the class. She turned to the professor as he addressed the class.
'OK, guys, it's time for the main portion of the lesson. Now I want you to pay close attention to this, as it will be on the test and you'll all be expected to show a deep understanding. This is impregnation 101, guys.' Professor Hamilton turned to Ally and lowered his voice. 'Do you mind helping me demonstrate, Ally?' Now he was down to a whisper. 'Your mom asked me to include you, I hope you don't mind.'
Alison looked down at the professor's throbbing cock, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum. The thought that he'd gotten hard watching her suck off Adam was enough to make her weak at the knees, and right now she'd do anything to please him.
'Not at all, professor,' she whispered with a shy smile. She reached down and gently ran her fingertips along his length, feeling a thrill as she heard him gasp with pleasure. She then turned and lay back on the bed, the sheets still warm from Adam, and slid her skirt down her legs until it fell in a soft, silken heap on the floor. With a couple of fingers she lightly massaged her pussy, spreading her juices around her clit in preparation for the professor's entrance.
The professor strode to the desk, and with a quick, practiced motion he swiped an injection pad across his testicles. Almost immediately the nano-cams entered his testicles, latching onto the heads of millions of sperm cells, each activating the microscopic cameras that would allow the class to watch their journey. The wall flickered and, one by one, countless cameras coalesced into a 3D holographic image. Right now the view was pretty boring, an internal shot of the professor's testes, but soon the action would begin.
Professor Hamilton walked the class through the process step by step as Alison lay on the bed, eagerly awaiting the weight of his body on her. Ignoring the dozens of classmates watching her she feverishly rubbed herself, alternating between running tight little circles around the moist mound of her clit and burying two fingers two knuckles deep into her pussy. She'd have to back off the masturbation, or she'd come long before the professor could finish the demonstration.
'OK, so you all know the drill. Today we're going to watch the journey of the sperm as it passes into Ally's cute little pussy - isn't it pretty, you guys? - and then, with a little luck, we'll get to watch it as it travels into the uterus to fertilize the egg. Now I know it feels as if you've seen this a thousand times before, but you should never forget that you guys are some of the lucky few who will ever get to experience this for yourself, or even watch it happening live.
'The vast majority of the world will never get to experience this joy. Their sperms will swim tailless, thrashing around without aim, and even if they made it all the way to the uterus they'd find nothing but an empty space. We lucky few get to experience the miracle of life, and we should always remember just how fortunate we are.'
The professor chuckled. 'OK, enough with the lecture. Let's put a baby inside our friend Ally.'
The class watched with interest as the professor straddled Alison, making himself comfortable before smoothly sliding his thick, long cock into her waiting pussy. He brought his lips to her ear and whispered, 'Are you ready to make a baby, Ally?
Alison bit her lip, desperate for him to get on with it. She whispered breathlessly, 'Fill me up, professor. I want it so bad. Fuck the life into me, please. Give me your cum.'
That was all he needed to hear. With a slight smile and a lingering kiss he began to tenderly slide in and out of her tight hole, stretching her lips with his beautifully thick shaft. It hurt just a little, thanks to Alison's regular tightening sessions, but it was a good pain.
As he thrust into her, Alison learned that the professor certainly knew what he was doing. His movements were perfectly measured to stimulate her clitoris, his penis angled to slide against her little wet button as he moved in and out. She had to chew her lip to stop from screaming, but it was no use. She began to cum after just a few moments, the waves of elation crashing over her as she sprayed her eager juices all over the professor's cock.
'God, that's hot,' he whispered, reaching down to collect some of her sweet juice on his fingers. He licked it off, hungrily tasting her, and reached down for more as he continued to push deep inside her.
Suddenly he was all business as he called back to the class. 'OK now, In a moment I'm going to cum into Ally. If you'd all watch closely we can see what happens.' He turned back to the panting girl beneath him. 'You ready, honey?'
She could barely speak through the dizzying force of her orgasm. 'Oh fuck, yes. Fill me up, professor, I'm all yours. Empty yourself into my pussy. Please, oh fuck please, put a baby inside me.' Another wave hit, bringing spots before her eyes as she squirmed and writhed under him, her muscles flexing and twitching as her juices ran down and drenched the sheets.
'OK honey, you lay right there while I shoot my load into you. Oh, God, don't move a muscle.' He pulled back slightly, wanting to prolong this moment between them as long as possible. Beneath him, even through the haze of her orgasm, Alison could see that this was what he truly loved, this control as he prepared to fill her tight, hungry little wet cooch with his delicious, creamy seed. She twitched her pussy, feeling a thrill as she saw him hang right on the edge of ejaculation.
With superhuman will the professor held back, pushing the moment further and further. Slowly, teasingly, he pushed himself inch by inch into her depths, the thick head of his cock sliding along the tight inter
He leaned in, kissing her ear as he whispered, too quietly for the crowd to hear. 'I've wanted to do this for so long, Ally. I always think of you when I cum. I always imagine it's your beautiful little pussy I'm filling up.'
Alison broke into a joyful, uncontrollable smile. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she kissed the professor's neck. 'I've always wanted you inside me. I dream about you stretching me out. Oh God, give me your cum, professor! Now! Please! I want to overflow with you!'
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, with one final push Alison felt his penis burst inside her. She arched her back, and upside down on the screen behind her she watched as his jet of cum shot into her, the 3D image looking like a thick white ribbon was streaming from the tip of his cock. Inside of her she felt it fill her, and for long seconds the stream continued, the professor's heavy load emptying into her hungry, desperate pussy.
The crowd watch, entranced, as what seemed like gallons of cum poured into Ally. The strong jet poured through her, streaming deep inside her, while the final squirts dripped back, running through the tight space between his shaft and her tight lips. They both watched the screen as cum began to drip to the base of his cock, pooling on the surface of her pussy and dripping down to the sheets below. The cameras caught it all.
The professor stayed inside her as they watched the image zoom in, scaling again and again until the image showed a large orb, floating gently in the narrow passage of her fallopian tubes. Alison tried to stay still to keep the image clear, but the final waves of her orgasm momentarily blurred the view as she quivered.
When the image resolved she could see a stream of sperm cells wriggling around the wall of the egg, each trying to be the first to break its surface and fertilize her. She prayed silently, glancing towards the professor to see him smiling happily at her, and after a few moments the image flashed green as the tail of a sperm cell vanished beneath the surface.
Below the projection, data began to appear, and blinking through tears of joy Alison read them first line. Conception: confirmed.
The class erupted in applause just as the final bell rang, and within moments they began to loudly file out of the room, the guys slapping the professor on the back as they passed and the girls grinning towards Alison.
She and the professor barely noticed. Looking into each other's eyes they smiled, only dimly aware of the warm, slick cum dripping out of Alison's pussy and around the professor's cock. They kissed deeply, holding each other until the next class began to file into the room.
Ignoring the new crowd, Alison whispered, 'Thank you. Thank you for giving me your baby.'
BREEDING FOR THE FUTURE
by
Aya Fukunishi
Chapter One
'So how do you feel, Miss...?'
'Andrews,' the girl replied. 'Jane Andrews. And I feel fine, doctor.'
The doctor smiled, glancing over his half moon spectacles at her file. 'I see you're one of the lucky ones. Full fertility. My, oh my. I haven't come across anyone like you in... oh, three years, now. Any idea how it happened, or are you just one of God's little blessings?'
Jane blushed, grinning at the compliment. 'I was caving with my father when it happened. In Georgia, near Turkey. We were half a mile below ground, so I must have been protected.' She'd told the story a hundred times over, but it had never been received without the usual trace of envy from the listener. The doctor looked genuinely pleased for her.
'Well, looks like somebody up there continues to smile down on you. We have just the man for you, one of our old timers. 6'2", healthy, intelligent... blue eyes, if that matters to you. Seems he was working for the government in some underground research facility, so he escaped the worst of it. He's not quite as fertile as you, but he should have more than enough swimmers to give you a blessing.' He squared his files on the desk, businesslike. 'Are you ready to meet him?'
Jane was taken aback. She'd only joined the breeding program a week earlier, and she'd been told it could be several years before a suitable match was found. She almost laughed when she realized her first thought was did I shave?
'I, uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm ready. I'm just surprised to get started so soon. I thought... Oh , I don't know.'
The doctor's expression turned stern. He frowned, looking up from the file. 'You're not having second thoughts I trust, young lady? You're lucky we found a candidate so soon, considering. My own daughter has waited five years without a match, and she'd give her right arm for the chance to do her duty.'
Jane shook her head quickly. 'No, no, I'm not... I'm sorry, it's just a little surprising. I expected to wait as long as your daughter. Maybe longer. Please, I'm ready to get started. I'm ready.'
'Well, alrighty then.' the doc was suddenly all smiles, his weathered skin breaking into deep laughter lines around his eyes. 'I just need your John, aha, Jane Hancock on the contract, and we'll be ready to begin.'
Her tablet chirped, signaling the arrival of the contract in her inbox. She swiped her fingerprint, and the form appeared instantly on the page.
Priority One - Federal Breeding Contract:
I, the undersigned, do hereby accept the terms and conditions of the Federal Breeding Program (FBP) without hesitation or limitations, and of my own free will. I agree to submit to and accept any and all immunizations, inoculations, diagnostic tests, treatments or medications prescribed by duly appointed representatives of the FBP.
I agree to breed with any candidate provided by FBP representatives, regardless of age, race, religion, orientation or any other considerations. I accept to place the product of any coupling into the care of the FBP.
I agree to provide ongoing care as and when requested following a successful breeding. This includes but is not limited to breast-feeding, blood transfusions and donation of organs or other physical elements.
I agree to guard the life and well being of the product of breeding above my own life and well being.
I relinquish all care and visitation rights of the product of any successful breeding.
I agree to continue my work with the FBP as long as required until such a time as I am no longer fit to host offspring.
Signed, .........
Jane quickly scanned the contract, a standard form she had read many times before, before placing her thumb in the signatory box. The screen flashed green, and a copy was instantly forwarded to the doctor, the FBP central database, her attorney and her next of kin.
The doctor smiled as his tablet chirped. 'Okey dokey, then. Let's see what's behind door number one.'
Chapter Two
The Federal Breeding Program was born of necessity in the winter of 2014. Early the previous summer, on a day just like any other, almost every human on the planet had become infertile. A stream of neutrinos had hit the earth, cascading through the atmosphere and deep into the earth in a storm that had lasted three days. When it ended the world looked, on the surface at least, just as it had before.
Of course neutrinos are nothing unusual. Countless billions and trillions pass through the planet each day, so inconceivably small that they pass through matter as if it's so much smoke. These particles, though, were different. Even today it isn't clear if they were actually true neutrinos, but that's what the media called them, and it stuck.
At first nobody barring a few excited scientists noticed the neutrino storm. It passed without comment outside of academic journals and the blogs of those who'd watched the particularly spectacular northern lights for three nights. It was just a passing thing, a mystery that could be safely set aside to be dealt with just as soon as the budget was balanced, the kids graduated college and the Pats won the Superbowl.
And then the reports started coming in. It was noticed online, at first. Forums began filling with the frustrated and confused. Hopeful mothers tried month after month to conceive to no avail, and they flocked in their millions online to ask why their menstrual cycles had stopped dead. This wasn't just a lack of healthy eggs. Instead, it was as if reproductive systems simply shut down entirely.
Soon there was panic. Three months went by, and only the occasional conception was reported. Snake oil salesmen had a field day, hocking 'ancient remedies' to desperate, gullible couples. A pregnant mother was beaten almost to death in Seattle, triggering riots that almost brought the city down in flames.
Within a year society began to collapse. Without a new generation there was just no point in going on, it seemed. What are we building towards? What's the point, if it ends with us? People stopped going to work. Stopped paying their taxes. Stopped obeying the law. Some stopped washing, dressing, even eating.
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