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Spring break was just that, a break. My leg, actually.
When I went home to Ottawa for spring break, I met up with a few of my old high school buds, and we took a day trip to the Quebec side for some skiing at one of the nearby hills, north of Ottawa. Mid afternoon, I hit a patch of ice and went down hard. It was quite a day for falls, as the hills were pretty icy this late in the season. I tried to get up, but my right ankle hurt like a bitch. None of my friends had stopped, as we were all falling a lot today, they just assumed I would get up and follow them.
"Aw fuck!" I groaned. I lay there in the snow for a few minutes, until someone slid to a stop next to me.
"Jessica told me she wanted me to breed her again. I know I can't, not yet, but after she said that, I found the idea was rather exciting. Is it wrong that she felt that way or that I thought I'd like to breed her again?"
Regina shook her head.
"No, it's not wrong. What you were both feeling was the release of endorphins into your brains during the orgasm and it's a little like the addiction to some drugs. You feel the endorphins and want to have the feeling again."
Danny pursed his lips.
"Why haven't I felt like this before? The breeder and I always have an orgasm."
Kristin lay naked on the bed with her legs spread a little and watched as S405698 removed his clothing. Before, she'd been nervous, but eager. Now, as he removed his underwear and his erect cock bobbed free, she was nervous and a little afraid. It was her first time in six months, the celibacy period mandated by her contract, and she was a little fearful of how it would feel. He looked large - not particularly long, but really thick. Matt, her former partner, hadn't been so thick and it always felt like he stretched her a lot.
Jolene was satisfied that she had done her duty. She lay the washcloth on the night stand. Without a word, she sat on the bed, removed her saddle shoes and bobby socks, then, naked, slid under the covers. Jim's erection was returning with a vengeance at the sight of this nude girl climbing into bed with him. Jim was ready, his arm extended to be beneath Jolene's head and around her shoulders. On her back, her breasts lost their definition, spreading and flattening. It had never occurred to Jim how much a good bra shapes and complements a woman's figure.
Still, Jolene, the secret fantasy of every boy in school, had just climbed into his bed, and she had just given him her virginity.
The setting is the nineteen fifties. After a world-wide disaster, new rules take effect.
Jolene; A high school cheer leader, awakens to find that a worldwide disaster has occurred killing 85% of the world's population. She has been selected to participate in a breeding program to replenish the world's population.
Most of the participants are virgins. It also explains Jolene's surprise when she hears a girl moaning with sexual pleasure and Jim's shock when Jolene becomes 'the aggressive partner' in their relationship.(For those who grew up after the 'free love' period of the 1960s and 1970s, you'll just have to take my word for it: That's the way it was!)
“I; I don’t want to just be a charity case,” Ken replied. “If you do this, Gabrielle;”
“It
will only be because I want to. Promise,” Gabby replied, finishing his
thought. “Now, your first lesson in kissing: making the move. I’m a
young, attractive woman who has been making eye contact with you all
night and finding every excuse in the book to touch you. You may not
realize it, but when a woman does that, it means she’s ready for you to
make the move. Try it on me, just like I did.”
Ken Dix flipped through the TV guide at a moderate pace; “500 channels, and nothing but Christmas specials on.”
Finding nothing but disappointment at every turn. As it was Christmas Eve, every show was a mushy feel-good romp spouting lines about family and goodwill to others. None of that spoke to Ken in the slightest.
