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 TITLE: Selective Breeding
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF cons size piv impreg 1st F1st
SUMMARY: In the near future, men and women are matched based on genetic
compatibility.  Inspired by a friend of mine.

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   "Are you nervous, honey?" Tommy asked his 18 year old niece gently.

   Yolene was bouncing up and down on the couch cushions.  "I'm excited!"
she said.  "Terri told me all about her mate, and how wonderful he was, so
I'm looking forward to meeting mine!"

   Tommy chuckled.  "Well, you do say her pussy juice tastes better
pregnant." Yolene giggled.  She knew that her uncle had a camera in her
bedroom to watch her and her pregnant best friend have hot lesbian love
every day.

   "Yap!" she agreed.  "I bet mine will taste better preggo too." Tommy
licked his lips, wishing he could taste it; but he was only allowed to mate
with a girl chosen for him; and although he'd been accepted into the
Genetic Initiative's database a few years ago, he'd yet to be matched with
a genetically suitable girl.

   Ten years ago, with the rising challenges in today's world, the U.N. 
Genetic Initiative had been founded, for the purpose of selectively
breeding the finest specimens of humanity.  In this way, bloodlines would
produce only the smartest and strongest stock.

   Since Yolene's genetic makeup had been matched with a male breeder last
month, she'd undergone fertility treatments, and had become exceptionally
horny, getting in trouble for jilling off all the time in class at school.

   "When do you think they'll be here?" Yolene asked him urgently.

   "It's only a minute after four," her uncle assured her.  "I'm sure
they'll be here any minute." As if on cue, there was a knock at the door,
and Yolene leapt up from her seat to answer it.  Tommy laughed at her
eagerness, but he couldn't blame her; with the hormonal treatments, her
young cunt had been craving cock for weeks, even more than it had before.

   "Hi!" She said brightly as two people came into the living room of
Tommy's house.

   "You must be Yolene," a tall, extremely muscular man said in a deep
voice that resonated through the room.  The young woman practically
shivered with pleasure at the deep baritone rippling across her flesh.

   "Yes!" she said, and quickly attached herself to his arm.  She didn't
need to be told this was her chosen mate; the genetic matchups were so
accurate, that his pheromones drove her wild.

   "Tom?" the middle-aged woman with the tall muscular man addressed him.
"I'm Superintendent Jenkins, with the Genetic Initiative.  This is Al; the
database algorithms have matched him with Yolene." Tommy nodded, familiar
with the process.

   "You're Al?" Yolene gasped.  "But you're Terri's mate!  She's told me
all about you!" She tittered naughtily.  "And your HUGE cock!" She appeared
faint from giddy anticipation.

   "Multiple mates?" Tommy arched an eyebrow.  He'd heard of certain
genetically valuable men having two mates before, but had thought it only
rumor.  Al nodded, a bit embarrassed out of modesty, but Superintendent
Jenkins didn't hesitate.

   "Yes," she said, "Al is unique in our database.  The only male who's
been matched with more than two girls.  Even a double-match is rare, but Al
has been matched with twenty different girls, and will likely be matched
with more."

   Tommy gaped, but he couldn't deny that Al seemed just the sort of
genetic superman the Genetic Initiative's database algorithms prioritized.
He was nearly six and a half feet of solid muscle, with a keen intelligence
in his eyes.  "I was CEO to the largest and most successful charity in
Europe," Al explained, "but had to step down when I got too busy with the
mating process."

   "Really?" Tommy said.  "Twenty girls is a lot" - a hell of a lot, he
thought - "but with the hormonal treatments they get, don't you only have
to fuck them once to breed them?"

   "Yah, but multiple fuckings makes the baby better," Yolene piped up,
eagerly, her face flush with lust.  "Terri told me all about it."

   Superintendent Jenkins smiled indulgently.  "Due to the ideal genetic
compatibility of the parents, bathing the womb in the father's semen has
been shown to increase the health and IQs of the resultant children."

   "Um, I hate to be forward," Al said, "but Yolene seems like she's dying
of impatience." Yolene nodded fervently.  "I'm familiar with the other
girls' reactions," he explained apologetically to Tommy.

   Tommy chuckled.  "No worries.  I've seen how horny she's been the last
month."

   "You have the site prepared?" Superintendent Jenkins asked him.

   "Yolene's bedroom, yes," Tommy said.  "She knows where it is," he
chuckled.  Yolene was already tugging her mate down the hall.  The sight of
the hugely muscular man being towed along by the small woman was absurdly
cute and charming, and Tommy couldn't wait for Jenkins to leave so he could
go to his own bedroom and turn on the camera...

   However, Jenkins did not leave, instead regarding Tommy curiously.  He
shifted uneasily.  "Is something wrong?" he asked.

   "You're in the Initiative database, aren't you?" she queried.

   He nodded.  "Never been matched, though."

   "Show me your cock," she commanded.

   "What?!" he sputtered, but she repeated her command, in a tone that
brooked no argument, so he dumbly obeyed, unzipping his fly and fishing out
his erection.

   "Hmm," she regarded his boner clinically, "a bit small, but it will
do..."



   ***



   Yolene thrashed, her limbs jerking and twitching spastically, as she
hollered out in the throes of her untrammeled ecstasy.  Al's weight lay
atop her, pounding his gigantic 18 inch cock into her stretched virgin cunt
with wet slick slaps as she juiced wildly, orgasms ripping endlessly
through her fertile 18 year old frame.

   Their clothes were still on; Yolene had been so desperate for her mate's
huge fertile cock that she'd just lifted up her skirt - revealing her
dripping, pantyless cunt - and fished Al's cock out of his jeans before
begging him to plow her.  He was used to this reaction from his mates, so
he obeyed, tossing the girl lightly onto the bed as she squealed happily
and thrusting deeply and powerfully into her virgin fucktunnel.

   Yolene's pussy rippled and convulsed on his enormously thick length,
milking him relentlessly, her body craving his potent babymaking seed.  He
gave it to her, anchoring himself balls-deep inside her with a passionate
grunt, as his nuts clenched and released, clenched and released, clenched
and released.  Yolene's climax skyrocketed up several notches of rapture as
she felt his tremendous veiny cock lurching and spewing geysers of cum
directly into her welcoming hungry womb.

   Her young womb ballooned out inside her with the volume of jizz being
pumped inside her, and her eggs were flooded with cockslop and thoroughly
fertilized.  Though neither of them yet knew it, Yolene had just conceived
quadruplet daughters...



   ***



   "It's 8 inches, I'll have you know," Tommy said heatedly.

   "It's a good size," Superintendent Jenkins admitted, "but Al has 18
inches." Tommy's eyes boggled out.  "Still, I suppose it will do.  It's
nice and thick too.  What do you think of these ladies?" She took out her
cell phone and showed him a picture of two young girls, one taller than the
other.  One had long pure black hair, the other had brown pigtails and wore
glasses.  Both were in black leather domme outfits that revealed their
small-titted nipples and pussies.

   Tommy's cock lurched and throbbed madly, as he almost cummed from the
sight.  Jenkins smiled.  "My daughters last Halloween," she said proudly.
"Zara is 18, she's the one with the glasses, and Helga is 20.  They haven't
been matched with anyone yet either, and I'm afraid that, like you, they
won't ever be."

   Tommy flushed.  "What's that supposed to mean?" he said.

   Jenkins tilted her head.  "About 60% of the men and 30% of the girls in
our genetic database never get matched with anyone.  The best stock among
males and females get matched often, and don't require as close genetic
matches with each other to be matched.  But the 'merely' good stock
requires very close match-ups to be matched, which is uncommon."

   She fixed him with a fervent gaze.  "My daughters want cock.  And I want
grandchildren.  I can...  'arrange' for you to be matched with them both,
if you think you're up to the task of deflowering and breeding their young
cunts." She waggled the phone with the image on it at him at the same time,
and Tommy came undone, spewing his wad into the air...

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   NOTE: All characters are 18+