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I snarled at my assailant and dodged him. My conflicting instincts told me to run away or fuck him. Reason won out for a while, so I clawed at his scarred face and ran for home. The Heat had come on unexpectedly, without its usual signs, otherwise I never would have gone out. I was within walking distance of home, and certainly within running distance. I sweat as I ran and the scent of my damnable pheromones poured out of me with it. I could smell three distinct men near me and I knew they could smell me. My juices pooled in my underwear before dribbling down my leg. My cunt urged me to slow down but I was still rational enough not to. If I was lucky, I’d be faster than the man closest to me. If my husband and I were both lucky, Jack would be home and ready to take me for himself. “Lucky” can be such a relative term, though. I didn’t feel lucky when I crashed to the ground only a few meters away from my door, but I felt very lucky as I rolled over to face a kilt hiked up over a magnificent cock. Of course, any cock is magnificent when The Heat affects how we perceive them. I smiled lewdly at the cock and the man behind it, but managed to call out for my husband even as I stripped my underwear out from under my skirt. “Jack! I’m outside! Jack! Hurry!” I genuinely hoped that my shouts would reach my husband to affect a rescue, but I shouted once more to taunt the man who was about to defile me. I sat up with my knees spread and willed my glistening labia to unfold, to reveal what was hidden beneath my copious curls. He pushed me onto my back and plunged his cock into my slick, welcoming cunt. I dug my nails into his back and wrapped my legs around his waist, as if he’d willingly quit before he could squirt out his seed. My hips met each of his savage thrusts to get his cum into me as fast as I could. There could have been a fight when the other two men approached, but they waited for their turn. I didn’t care. The distraction lifted the veil from my cravings long enough for me to cry out for Jack one last time. After that, I whimpered, “Jack, Jack, Jack” with each stab. The man tried to kiss me but I barked at him and snapped at his nose. I wasn’t interested in romance or intimacy – not with him. Then I heard him. “Kris! Push him off! You! Get away from my wife! I claim that woman as my wife and demand that you stop!” I was elated that Jack came for me, and yet I still encouraged the man to finish. “Ignore him! Be a fucking man and finish your fucking job!” Jack yanked on my hair on the back of my head, and pointed a gun at the man. Guns had been brought on the Ark just in case the passengers needed them on this new planet. The weapons were subsequently given to married men, supposedly only for this lawful purpose. “Don’t make me,” Jack warned. “You wouldn’t be the first, and I already have a hole in the ground for you.” Jack lied, but they didn’t know that. I felt the cock retreat from me and I screeched at him to put it back in. Jack tugged hard on the hair he had balled Maltepe Escort in his fist. “Get up, Kris, or I’ll drag you in!” I stood and redirected all my attentions to Jack, reaching under his kilt to buff his rigid rod. He hauled me by my wrist toward our house, and I almost fell as I looked back. I panicked when I saw my foregone suitor waste his ejaculate. Jack had to be rough with me to get me inside, but that was okay because I was rough with him to get him inside. I dropped my skirt and stood on tiptoes to impale myself where we stood, but knocked him over instead. I joined him on the floor, shoved my knees under his thighs, and jammed his cock into my cunt. I humped him as hard as I had been humped only a few minutes ago — maybe harder. Jack recovered from the fall and returned my every thrust with a pheromone-driven frenzy. He lifted his head to meet my face so that we could kiss. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, doing my best to swallow it. His plunging cock hit me just right, which made me release his tongue. I bit down on his lip and might have drawn blood except he wrenched my head away by the ear before I could. I laughed into his chest as my first orgasm hit me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my pussy pulled me up so high that I couldn’t breathe. Higher and higher I climbed, begging for the crash. My cunt opened itself so wide that Jack’s ungripped cock flopped against its walls as he kept fucking me. And then I fell, I crashed, I took a breath only to lose it again as I moaned over my laughter. Jack flipped us over onto my back without missing a hump. I could feel that he was ready, I could smell that he was ready, and I was ready to take in every precious drop. I felt my next climax build with the anticipation, and was rewarded after I felt the first spurt of his hot seed. He grunted and I squealed until his balls had no more to give. I pushed him away and clamped my thighs tight together to bury his treasure. Jack stood up and helped me to my feet. He got water for the both of us, took his supplements, and locked the door. I loved The Heat, even though I knew I’d feel differently when it was over. —————————- Jack and I were fourth-generation Arcadians. Our immediate ancestors were the several generations who had traveled aboard the Ark. Before the Ark, there was the Earth. Ours wasn’t the first generational spaceship from Earth and it wasn’t the last, but it was the only one that was sent here to Arcadia. Each of those missions had their parameters, or goals, or raisons d’etre, and they chose their crews accordingly. Ours was a Library Ark. Again, we weren’t the first but we were the only ones in this sector, and we had the distinction of being the first Library that didn’t require population replenishments. I’m a physicist, not a sociologist or geneticist, and so I never studied the minute details related to generational ships’ crew selections. But as I understood it, the crews from Maltepe Escort Bayan the previous Libraries were chosen more for their dedication to their arts and sciences, and candidates were rejected outright if they showed inclinations outside of academia. A side effect of that algorithm was that those colonists suffered from a distinct lack of interest in procreating in general, and motherhood in particular. People had sex, of course, and they had babies, of course, but they didn’t have a lot of babies. Most of the women who even wanted children were content with having a baby or two, which meant that the size of their populations inevitably dwindled. Arcadia’s planners, however, took all of that into account when they built their selection matrix, striving for a statistically appropriate pool of their overall population to have an above-average tendency to want more babies. That’s when Darwin was proven right again. In our closed population, women who tended to want more babies had more babies, and those that didn’t, didn’t. Gradually through the generations, the majority of women wanted many babies, because the ones who didn’t want a lot of babies bred themselves out of the gene pool. To have babies, women need to have sex, and those that had more sex had more babies. When those babies grew up, the ones who craved more sex had even more sex and more babies, and when those babies grew up, the ones who craved insemination and craved even more sex, had more sex and more babies. As a result, natural selection tricked us into this evolutionary branch of the human female’s drive to reproduce, which we called The Heat. —————————- I knew that The Heat hard was on Jack, as it was for other husbands. Mostly for romantic reasons, I wanted my children to be his. I know two of my four are, and I’m pretty sure about a third. DNA testing could confirm all that, but I’m not the type to go against social taboos. Since I wanted Jack’s babies, I needed Jack’s seed, and since I’d be craving cock for a while, Jack had to be the one to satisfy my cravings. I stroked Jack’s cheek. “I’m so glad you got there in time to claim me.” I removed my top and tossed it and my skirt in with the dirty laundry. I would have been happy to start fucking again right away, but I managed a little self-discipline to give Jack more recovery time. I got on my knees and tucked my head under his kilt, slobbering all over his cock while I fondled it and his balls. I stuck a couple fingers up between my legs, but it didn’t do much for me. During The Heat, masturbation was about as effective as trying to tickle myself. “Hey, we haven’t tried that before. When your head is covered up, do you fall asleep?” I chuckled, despite my fixation on his manhood. I sucked a ball into my mouth, bit gently down at the root, then released it. I popped my head out from under his kilt and said, “Nope. Wide awake and ready for more.” I stood and leaned over the bed so he could Escort Maltepe take me from behind. I shivered as he slid it in and giggled when he reached the hilt. He didn’t move, letting my vagina reform itself around him, grip him, knead and caress him from within. He sighed, withdrew, and reinserted it. I rested my head on my crossed arms and let myself enjoy the leisurely love-making. “I don’t even know what time it is.” “It’s not even mid-day. I’ll call my mom later to make arrangements for the kids.” Out, in, squeeze, release. I was beginning to feel anxious but held back from telling him to do me harder yet. If we were to last through The Heat together, I needed to keep myself under control and drag this out. “How old were you when you started?” He already knew the answer; he was simply keeping me preoccupied as we swayed back and forth, in and out. “I was twelve when I had my first period. I remember how much my mom cried because I’d have to move away to a Keep soon.” I know I’ll cry when my first daughter has to leave. Nuclear families like ours weren’t nearly as prevalent as they were on old Earth or the first generations on the Ark. Extended clans or tribes had formed naturally and their compounds dotted the colony. I loved visiting friends at their communes with all the bustling activity. There were boarding schools as well, which were like co-ed Keeps for the youngest, and academies for boys and young men, which were called “Chivalries.” Whatever kind of family a girl came out of, we all eventually spent time at a Keep. —————————- I fidgeted under my husband’s gentle thrusts. “You’re going too easy, Jack.” We had learned together how to gradually increase the intensity, like training for a marathon, although my body would have been just as happy with a hundred sprints. Marriages didn’t last if the husband didn’t. —————————- The purpose of the Keeps was to insulate and protect young women. There were two classes of Keeps, called “Upper” and “Lower” Houses. The Lower House was for the youngest of us, where we continued our schooling with an emphasis on play. All of us knew about The Heat (how could we not) but at the Lower Houses we learned of its biology, along with the concepts of moderation and self-control. The Upper House was for those in their late teens and older to isolate them from men for as long as was practicable. While we sure as hell experienced sexual urges during The Heat, we didn’t lose control of our good senses until after the first time we had sex with a man. That’s not to say that there wasn’t any sex at the Upper Houses of the Keeps. Besides being taught different ways to masturbate, we did a lot of bed-hopping, especially during those special few days. Some of the best sex I’ve ever had was with young women who were going through The Heat at the same time I was.Birth control wasn’t taught because it didn’t work. Chemicals were overridden or overwritten by our own hormones, or they just made us sick. Women willingly hurt themselves clawing out any implanted devices. Sheathing cocks was laughable, and we knew, somehow, if there was no sperm. They tried operations and chemicals, but if a man’s ejaculate lacked sperm, the men were usually physically attacked by the women as they felt betrayed or cheated. 

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