The starship "Ad Astra" has been my home for more than forty years; I was orphaned by the Nano Wars when I was 8, but my parents--who were influential with the New Hope Society--saw that I was taken aboard the giant interstellar vessel when the world political situation began to deteriorate.
Nearly 15 kilometers long, "Ad Astra" is basically a giant cylinder designed to rotate and create artificial gravity for the 10,000 people living inside; although I barely remember the cities of Earth, the older people say the inside resembles a quiet suburb, with apartment blocks, farms and rivers filling the inner surface of the cylinder.
Of course, if you live on this ship like me, you would know that, but this record may survive our interstellar journey. Originally, "Ad Astra" was propelled by a light sail--a vast rig designed to catch photons beamed at the ship from a gigantic laser in Earth's orbit--but we lost the laser just two years into the journey.
Most of our crew figured the laser had been shot down by forces of the Terran Union--the military government of Earth, opposed to the New Hope Society--but, for whatever reason, a trip to Tau Ceti that should have taken half of my lifetime would take several hundred years instead.
But that wasn't the end of our problems; shortly after the laser went down, all the men and boys on the ship started dropping dead. It appeared that the Terran Union had sabotaged our life support system with a Nano-Plague virus--one specifically aimed at males-- and only about 50 young boys survived. I was one of them; as it happened, all of the hundred boys and girls in my school were quarantined in the ship's hospital with Amazonian Meta-Pox-another disease probably foisted on us by the Terran Union--but ironically, that one saved my life.
I would stay in the hospital with other boys--ages 10 to 14--while the ship's women systematically flushed the Nano-Plague virus from the life support system, and tossed the corpses of their fathers, brothers, sons and husbands into space. When I was finally let out of the hospital--now 11--I found I was treated like a priceless jewel.
Girls fussed over me, and women intervened whenever I looked like I might be doing anything remotely dangerous; but it was the same with all the other boys--we represented the only hope for the population's survival. I didn't understand that at the time; all I could see was how traumatized my stepmother was with the death of her husband, and how much my stepsisters Angel and Sara--ages 12 and 13--missed their dad.
With a catastrophe like that, things were never really normal again; women took over all the jobs men used to have--from farming, to life support maintenance, to firefighting--and we boys continued to be pampered.
But then, about two years later, something strange happened; women started getting pregnant all over the ship. That included my 8th grade teacher, our school principal-- and my stepmother. Clearly she was embarrassed, she didn't even tell me until she was six months along, and it was pretty obvious something had happened.
"But how can you have a baby without Dad?"
"Oh, Jason," Mom said, embracing me as best she could, with her swollen belly between us; "Mommy had to have some help, now that your Dad is gone..."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the Plague took away all our men," Mom said, tearfully; "but we have to have babies to keep the colony alive..."
"So Mommy had to have some help...to make another baby..."
Mom didn't clarify that--she was pretty upset--but I soon got a full run-down on the situation. At the start of the 9th grade, my beautiful teacher--the widowed Mrs. Amanda Blaylock--took me aside for a private meeting after school. I felt a little awkward about that; although I had only just entered her class.
I had seen her around the school before, and--when I first discovered masturbation a year before--she figured prominently in my fantasies. 42 years old, with a pretty face and long red hair-- swept back with a barrette--she had huge breasts and trim sexy legs, generally complemented by strappy high-heeled sandals. Somehow, she didn't quite seem to belong on an interstellar spacecraft, but every boy in school had a crush on her.
"Did you want to see me, Mrs. Blaylock?"
"Oh yes," she said, inviting me to take a seat opposite hers.
"Jason, have you heard of the Seed Project?"
"Well, I'm sure you've noticed that a lot of our women have been having babies recently. To be frank, that's because Captain Brazil has ordered a crash-breeding program to reconstitute our male population. All our surviving males--ages 14 and up--are being asked to copulate with random, anonymous partners."
At this point, Mrs. Blaylock crossed her legs and I felt dizzy-- both from catching a glimpse of her panties beneath her skirt, and from trying to understand what she was saying.
"We haven't involved the younger girls yet," she continued, "but that'll be changing soon. What I need to know is if you'd be willing to have sex with our females, so they can have babies."
Suddenly--thinking about the many older girls and women I knew--I felt the blood draining from my head. I thought about the girls I'd had crushes on--the 10th grader Baksho Devi, my classmate Suki Nakayama, Mrs. Blaylock-- and I nearly passed out.
"Easy there, tiger," Mrs. Blaylock said, catching me as I reeled in my seat; "it's not as exciting as you think."
"Huh?" I said, woozily. Close by now, I could smell Mrs. Blaylock's perfume--vaguely resembling fresh-baked bread- -and recovered my senses.
"You'd have to do it in the dark," Mrs. Blaylock explained, "and there's no talking. It has to be impersonal, so you and your partner don't recognize each other."
"What if a girl...doesn't want to do it?"
"Well, that's not an option; the captain wants the population built up now, before you boys get older and nuclear families start re-forming with husbands and wives. You can imagine, a husband wouldn't necessarily want his wife to be going off to get poked by a random stranger every weekend."
"Does this mean I can't have a girlfriend? Would that be disruptive?"
"No," Mrs. Blaylock said, smiling, "Project Seed is just for the short-term; eventually, boys and girls will go back to having normal lives."
"So, should I ask my mom if it's okay?"
"No, she already knows we're having this talk. So what do you say?"
"I think I'd like to have sex," I said.
"Good man. I knew you'd be a team player."
Somewhat sheepishly, I told Mom about Project Seed, but she already knew all about it--that was where she'd gotten her baby. My sisters were a lot more embarrassed-- they'd be partners for someone, too--but I was assured by Mrs. Blaylock that the computer wouldn't assign me to someone from my family.
So I waited, impatiently, for my first appointment with a random partner. It would come the next weekend at the Ship's Nursery-where all the anonymous coupling had been taking place--so, irrationally, I stopped masturbating, wanting to be as potent as possible.
Unfortunately, that meant my balls were positively aching with pressure by the time I showed up for my session, and the woman who greeted me could tell I was feeling uncomfortable. A nursery worker, her name was Dolly Mendoza, and she had a very maternal manner--generous and comforting--complimented by her chubby body, and a pair of positively gigantic breasts.
"Are you my partner?" I asked, stupidly, as she guided me into a bedchamber.
"No," she said, "I'm just here to show you how things work."
The chamber, I noted, was softly lit with low red light. It revealed a king-sized bed with plush sheets, and some other minimal furniture.
"We'll turn down the lights all the way," she said gently, "for your partner."
"Should I get undressed?"
"Here, let me help you," Dolly said.
She said it so matter-of-factly, I didn't even think to protest. A few moments later, I was sitting naked on the side of the bed, with Dolly standing fully clothed beside me.
"Ma'am," I said, "what's it like...the first time?"
She smiled. "It'll be special. The girl knows it's your first time."
"Well, geez," I said, "what if I cum too soon? I don't want to embarrass her."
Again, the matronly Dolly smiled. "Well, maybe I can help a little," she said.
Then--to my utter amazement--she put her hand on my shoulder, and pushed me onto my back on the bed. Then-- still fully clothed--she got on the bed with me, straddling my hips, and took my cock in her hand; I was rock-hard in a second, but--before I could even react-- she lifted up her skirt with her free hand, pulled her panties aside, and settled down on top of me. I felt my drooling cock-head touch her velvety-soft labia, then slip inside her as she sank downward, sliding a wet sheath of fertile flesh down around my stiff penis.
"Oh, fuck...!" I gasped, feeling the helmet of my dick touch her cervix; I looked into her eyes--the eyes of a mother, compassionate and loving--and exploded deep inside her.
"Oh god...!" I grunted, suddenly grasping her hips and thrusting upward; she took my thrusts--groaning slightly as my sperm squirted into her belly--and I felt her inside muscles holding me, milking the cream from my balls. Then it was done. I relaxed and she knelt forward- -still impaled on my cock--to kiss me on the cheek.
"I'll give you a minute," she said, "then send her in."
"Wait a minute," I said, "what if something happens, or she wants me to stop?"
She startled me with a gentle pelvic thrust--squeezing my cock.
"You see that green light beside the bed?" she said; "either one of you can touch that, and it will signal that you're done."
"What will happen if I talk?" I asked. "Will somebody throw me out?"
Again she squeezed my cock, gently, with her pussy. "No. It's just not polite. And if you get too carried away, we might not ask you to come back."
"Well, that wouldn't be good."
My gentle partner smiled, lifting back upright, and sat there a long moment cradling my shaft inside her. Then she rose up off me, and I lay there spent--for the moment--as she departed. A moment later the lights faded out completely, then the door slid open again with a slight hiss.
I didn't know who she was--I made sure to keep quiet--and I wasn't sure quite how old she was, but she seemed to know what she was doing. In the dark, she slid down beside me, and nuzzled my neck as she felt for my penis. It was still slick--I think that startled her a little-- but I was instantly hard, and that was the main thing she cared about. She let me fondle her breasts--they were nice and firm--then pulled me over on top of her. Aware of my "virginity", she gently guided my penis up to her hole, then eased the tip inside herself.
It certainly felt good; she was warm and soft inside, and I wondered who she might be--even as I felt my shaft sink inside her, and my balls came to a rest on her ass. Little Baksho? Suki? My Mom...?
Maybe it was even one of my stepsisters...
Of course, I knew better--but she was still somebody's daughter, lying beneath me with my cock nudging her womb. The thought was certainly arousing; I started to grind her--deep and hard--and I felt her groan with delight. She probably expected me to cum soon, but my benefactor Dolly had taken the edge off; I was solid---I could feel her pussy-mouth stretched around my shaft-- and I could feel her cervix, too, every time I went deep. Whoever she was--young or old, student, technician or teacher--she was clearly pleased at my stamina, and wrapped her legs around my back, even as I pumped her.
"Oh, baby...!" she whispered, "Make me cum...!"
I didn't recognize her voice, but I felt my cock stiffen even harder, realizing what I was doing to her. Inadvertently, I was grinding her clitoris between our pubic bones, and her pussy began to clutch at me, seeming to suck me deeper inside her.
"Oh, I think I'm gonna cum..." I whispered back.
Thankfully--for my youthful self-esteem--she came first, tensing her body, then shuddering as pleasure washed through her hips. She actually bit my shoulder-- surprising me--even as her cunt sucked and pulled at my penis.
"Oh, sorry--!" she said.
"That's all right," I said, finally pushing in deep and squirting my sperm into her belly. She sounded fairly mature--more than I should know, I guessed--but I didn't want to embarrass her, or break the rules, so I just leaned in close to her and nibbled on her neck. I was surprised how hard I came--long, creamy jets of semen flowed from my cock, plastering the mouth of her womb-- and I kept on pushing until I was sure that I had squeezed out every last drop.
We did it two more times after that--once with her riding me, and once with me fucking her from behind--and she was quite soaked with cum by the time she finally touched the green light, sparing me the embarrassment; she probably could have gone all night. As the lights began to fade up, she kissed me good-bye, but was gone before I could even catch a glimpse of her features.
What was strange was how little us guys talked about it. Maybe that's because every guy soon had a mother or sister--or both-- with newborn babies, and more on the way. Both my sisters were soon pregnant, as was Mom (with her second), and I couldn't help but wonder which of my classmates might have done it--might have thrust his cock deep inside little Angel or Sara or Mom, and filled her womb with his seed.
Whoever did it, there were soon more babies than the unwed mothers on the ship could handle, and new institutions evolved to deal with that. Nursery Homes began to form--essentially collective homes staffed by full-time mothers--and those would raise most of the babies. The Captain herself--46-year old Miranda Brazil-- turned up plump with her first baby a few months later, and thinking about that sure put the stiffness in my cock when I returned to the Ship's Nursery for my weekly anonymous fuck; I might have been the father, for all I knew.
Although we were only allowed one partner per week, I looked forward to the weekends with sex-happy glee--in between masturbating to build up my stamina. I now realized that was a good technique; it kept me from popping my nut the moment I touched a girl, and gave me endurance to make it good for her-- whoever she was.
Every girl was different--some were older ladies who tried to keep their composure, and some were young girls who squealed when I slam-fucked their sweet little pussies. Some had already had several babies--I could tell from the looseness of their pussies--and some were girls barely out of grade school, so tight they almost hurt when I fucked them.
Once--shortly after I turned 15--I even had the privilege of fucking a virgin. Dolly (who was pregnant now with her fifth baby--possibly mine) let me know that, so I wouldn't hurt the girl too much her first time; certainly, the girl was nervous, but I went slow and opened her up with my fingers before I pushed my cock inside her, breaking her hymen and splitting open the muscles of her pussy.
"You're so big...!" she cried.
"Shhh," I said, fucking her slow and deep; "I can't know who you are. If I do, I might want to make you my girlfriend."
She giggled, nervously. She couldn't be younger than 14-- the youngest age of anyone in the Seed Project--but she was still just a little girl, and I did feel sorry for her.
"Tell you what," I whispered; "why don't you rub your pussy, and see if you can cum."
"I'm a little scared," she admitted, whispering back; "I feel like you can see right through me."
This took me aback, and I stopped thrusting with my cock buried up to my balls inside her.
"Listen," I said, leaning close to her; "you are special to me.
You are unique, and beautiful, and I'm honored to be your first."
She started crying.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"No..." she said, wrapping her legs around me; "just love me."
So I started fucking her again, and eventually she started getting into it. I tried to go easy at first, but that got harder as she started moaning beneath me, swiveling her hips as I fucked her; despite myself, I found myself punching my cock into her hole, smacking her ass with my nut-sack.
She wasn't terribly wet--just wet enough to let me fuck her--but that changed suddenly when she started rubbing her clitoris with her fingers, and doubled up with the sudden release of her climax; pussy-juices exploded from her hole, soaking my balls, and she leaned forward off the bed, arching her back and crying into my chest.
"Oh, fuck...!" she gasped; "fuck...!!!"
Sheathed, meanwhile, in her tightly clenching cunt, my cock responded with a sudden gush of sperm, fired right into the mouth of her womb. Pressing in deep, I wrapped my arm around her head even as I came--squirting again and again, filling her belly with my seed--and I noticed absently that she seemed to have straight, short hair. That meant she wasn't Suki--Suki had shoulder-length hair--but I still had feelings for her, and what we had shared.
"Kiss me," she said.
"Are you sure?"
I could tell she was, and I obliged, bending down to kiss her full on the mouth. My penis, meanwhile, continued throbbing in the grip of her pussy--even as I strained to squeeze out the last of my cum--and she milked me with her cunt-muscles, even as our tongues met and lips brushed against each other.
"Thank you," she said. "I can't wait to have your baby."
And of course, that earned her another good hour of fucking.
Alas, Project Seed did not last indefinitely. By the time I was 16, my Mom had squeezed out four babies, and my sisters added two more each, which was typical; Mrs. Blaylock eventually had a son and a daugher, and Captain Brazil herself contributed a set of triplets on her 47th birthday, adding to the daughter she'd already had in the interim.
After about a year, I asked the Ship's Nursery doctor (Sophia Bern, a cute 35-year old brunette-- and mother of a newborn son by some lucky bastard) if the ship's women were using fertility drugs. She just chuckled, pointing out that was hardly necessary.
In fact, over a span of three years, my classmates and I- -just 50 guys-ended up fathering over 2,000 children by nearly as many women, and Captain Brazil finally decided that was enough. The Seed Project would end within the year.
For my part, I wasn't as sad as I would have thought. By then, I was going out with Suki (the mother of a 2-year old son by some guy in the project, given up to a nursery home), and I was kind of glad she didn't want to fuck all the time; with all the sex I'd had, it was kind of nice just to hang out with her and enjoy her company. And when we did fuck, Suki made sure she was using the newly authorized contraceptive implant; her next baby, she said, would come when she wanted it.
But I was still plenty potent, and I continued to fuck my partners in Project Seed right up to the last. Toward the end, the rules got pretty relaxed; for my second-to-last coupling, Dr. Bern startled me by asking if she could be my partner this time. I agreed--she looked positively super-fuckable in a halter-top, short white skirt and white sandals--and we did it, for a change, with the lights on. Unfortunately, I was a little too turned on--
I shot my load in her belly almost as soon as she sunk down around my shaft--but she was kind of enough to get me hard again with a blowjob. Then, with surprising dignity, she impaled herself on my cock a second time, and picked up a clipboard to give me the details of my 2- year sex campaign.
"Let's see," she said, reading off her clipboard even as she ground her hips into my crotch, "you've made love to 95 women in the project--median age 26.9--and fathered 46 babies by 38 of them, including one set of triplets and six sets of twins."
"Oh, fuck..." I gasped, watching the pretty doctor's tits bounce on her chest, and feeling her pussy suck at my cock. Despite just having a baby herself six months earlier, her pussy was very tight and snug around my penis.
"So," I said, "these women are never going to know I was the father, right?"
"Right..." she said. But then she added, with a sly wink, "except for one; I thought you should know, you're the father of my baby."
"You might remember it; I was your first--after Dolly."
"Oh my God," I said, finally overcome by her slow- grinding fuck. I came hard, plastering her womb with six hard jets of thick and youthful semen.
"It was a doctor's prerogative," she said, gleefully milking my pulsing cock with her pussy; "I always like taking the new ones."
So it seemed I would know only one of the mothers of my babies. When the last week came, however, I was surprised by a strangely familiar smell when my partner entered the blacked-out room. I couldn't quite place it, but it smelled nice and yeasty, and I suddenly realized who it was when she slid down next to me; with her gigantic breasts--breasts swollen even larger with milk for two recently-born babies--it was Mrs. Blaylock!
Of course, I was no longer in Mrs. Blaylock's class, but even so my heart raced fast, and I nearly fell off the bed. Somehow-- through a supreme effort of self-control-- I managed to maintain my composure enough to hold her, and cradle her in my arms. Up close, the smell of her perfume was even more intense, and I sucked on her nipples with childish glee--sensing her mild embarrassment when milk began to pulse from both her nipples in unrelenting jets.
She answered by sucking my cock--something most of the project women didn't do--and I laid back to let her go at it, sucking my shaft with lips I remembered all too well from class. I let her make me climax--it was messy, with the sound of her slurping and sucking, and I was startled to hear her gulping down my cum-- then rolled her over to return the favor. Wishing I could see her sweet pussy, I peeled her open with my fingers, and flicked my tongue across her clitoris until she came as well.
"Oh, fuck--!" she gasped; "yes, you're making me cum...!!!"
It was her voice, I could tell, and I was hard as an iron bar when I finally moved up between her legs to fuck her. She was moist and tight--despite her babies--and I pushed in all the way with one thrust. She gasped, startled, then wrapped her arms and legs around my back as I started to pump her. She whimpered that she could feel my stiffness--unyielding in the clutching grip of her cunt-- but I just kept silent myself, not wanting to ruin the most erotic secret of my life.
Soon she came again, hard, but I rode on through her climax and pulled out to flip her over and fuck her from behind. Slapping her sweet ass with my hips, I stabbed my cock into her creamy hole, kissing her womb with my cock- head, and finally rode her so hard that I forced her down off her knees and into the bedspread beneath us.
More than anything, I wanted to impregnate her--to fill her fertile tummy with cum and soak her eggs with my sperm-- and my desire actually prolonged my pleasure. Harder than I'd ever been, I made her cry with a second shuddering climax, then punched in deep to squirt my sperm right into her womb. There was a lot--gushing streams of semen erupted from my cock, filling her pussy with my living seed--and I could feel the back-flow wash across my balls and spill across her thighs.
I was only good for one more time after that, riding her sticky-wet hole until I added a second blast of sperm to the first. Then I let her go, and swore to myself never to reveal my secret. As it happened, Mrs. Blaylock did grow plump and round with one more baby--a son born 9 months later--and I was secretly pleased to hear that she would raise him herself.
As for Suki and me, we did eventually get married and actually had a few kids of our own. Now, 40 years later, it's hard to believe that our kids--and all those I fathered--will be dead long before "Ad Astra" reaches her destination, but I believe our grandchildren will someday appreciate the unusual arrangements we made for their sake. And I like to think that Mrs. Blaylock is looking down on us from beyond the grave, now that she's passed on; she was my world for one night, and ever after in my dreams.