Begging For It: The Breeding Trilogy (Impregnation Erotica Book 4) (3 page)

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 interior of her pussy until it felt as if the tip had reached all the way up to her uterus. She imagined the wet thick head pushing directly against her egg, ready to shoot his sperm directly into the heart of her womb. The thought made her cum even harder, a fresh wave crashing over her.

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.

There was a wave of suicides across the globe. The Japanese were hit hardest. They lost two percent. In a society so enamored with the family it brought shame to be unable to continue the line.

It was the breeding programs that saved society, in the end. The vanishingly small fraction of a percent of fertile men and women were sought out, brought in and bred. The testing began with prison inmates, of all people, to set a baseline and fix an estimate for the number of viable breeders left on the planet. The scientists predicted that around twelve million fertile humans remained. Twelve million from over seven billion. Suicides ticked up a little the day the number was announced.

That estimate gave the US a breeding population of around 500,000. The population of Tucson, Arizona, expected to repopulate a country the size of the States. The scientists did some napkin math and soon worked out that it wasn't going to happen on its own.  Not without stewardship. There were just too many variables, too many risks. What it a breeder fell in love with an infertile? What if she wasn't interested in having kids? What if she just... Well, just didn't care about the world going to shit?

That's when the FBP really gained its power. It started with ad campaigns; nightly commercials played, billboards were erected, and every site on the net was flooded with pictures of Uncle Sam pointing out of screen, a blanketed baby held in his free arm.
Your country needs UTERUS!

Next came the forced testing. Citizens in their millions flocked to hastily built filed hospitals across the country. Millions of little plastic cups were filled, and millions of uteri scraped. Most couples left in tears, knowing the results long before the doctors made them official. More than enough months had passed for women to learn that they were now barren. 

Once the patriots had reported eagerly for duty the FBP had to get creative to find the unwilling breeders. Bizarrely, tampons were put back on sale in every store, even though only a precious few still had need for them. Cashiers reported the credit cards of those who bought them, and thousands of unreported, unsuspecting breeders were picked up as they reached their front doors.

Jane herself had been discovered by a janitor at her school. She was shocked when her first period arrived in the middle of class, and when the janitor discovered her weeping in a bathroom stall the first thing he did, before comforting her (or explaining what he was doing hanging out in the ladies room), was place a call the the FBP.

Six years had passed since then. Jane had been registered as breeder the day before her 13th birthday, but it wasn't until she was 19, when her body was ready to begin a lifetime of breeding, that she was brought in to serve her country. Since she'd been discovered she and her father had been treated kindly, given a lavish stipend, comfortable accommodations and endless perks, and that would continue as long as she remained part of the program.

That was the carrot. The stick was the fact that those who left the program, and those who absconded before they began, were charged with treason. Nobody had yet been put to death for the crime but several, Jane knew, languished in prison, presumably forced to breed against their will during ear incarceration.

And Jane really didn't mind. She despised the women who refused to do their duty, and she couldn't understand why anyone would reject the opportunity to help her country. Since she was a girl she'd had that belief drummed into her day after day. In the face of such a global emergency, she was told, she couldn't expect her rights to trump the rights of the masses. She was lucky, she'd been assured throughout the last six years. Blessed. She'd been given the rare gift to create life, and that gift came with the responsibility to use it well, for the good of all mankind. She believed it with her whole heart.

Of course she'd never get to hold her babies. She may never even get to see them. That was the other condition. The country had half a million breeders, or a quarter million breeding couples, and they'd each be expected to breed at least ten times while they were still able, and perhaps many more. The moment their job was done the babies would be whisked away to be presented to a new family, chosen by lottery from a pool of suitable married couples. Each couple paid $10,000 a year to take part in the lottery, and the money was used to fund the program, pay for the tests, cover the medical expenses and compensate the breeders.

Such was society kept alive, through hope. 70 million infertile couples were given a reason to wake up each morning, and the rest lived with the hope that they would one day fall in love, marry their sweethearts and, through luck and hard work, join the lottery and have their number drawn. They were given a reason to go to work, pay their taxes, stay on the right side of the law. They were given a reason to
be a society,
and it was only thanks to the sacrifice of people like Jane that the system kept working. She was proud of that. She was proud that she could play a part, proud that she could bring joy and hope to thousands. Millions.

She was happy.