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The Ark.
Erotic Eco/dystopian sci fi.
About 10 pages printed, 1 day writing, probably contains grammar, punctuation and spelling errors.
Somewhat political undertones, the 'interesting' (dirty) stuff starts around the halfway mark. Look for the 'Speaking of Which' if you wanna skip right to the dirty stuff.
Sophie / Brett; recently graduated 20 something members of an Asteroid defence base, on a hill overlooking the coast somewhere, near a space port, 200 or 300 years from now..
Sophie noticed Brett was sitting alone in the old playground picnic shelter again staring into the distance with a blank relaxed look on his face, vaguely in the direction of the setting sun. He was one of those boys with an odd sort of soft naive sort of look to his face, tastefully short hair, appealing physique and a mellow voice like melted chocolate that left most girls underwear in a wet mess every-time they heard him. Rich brat meets ditsy beach bum surfer vibe. She was not even sure he even realised the effect he had on girls yet, but he certainly was not as naive as he looked; or he would not have been assigned his own anti-asteroid mech and there was probably a reason he ran off here alone; most likely those same girls creaming themselves at his voice pestered him in groups; and most of them were not shy to point out they were willing to share.. probably a bit intimidating given up to this point, asteroid defence training left no time to explore romance at all, he had probably not even been kissed yet. Half a dozen girls or more all offering to jump into the same bed with him at once? no wonder he avoided them. Not to mention the beds were pretty poorly made anyway.. put more than three people in, and the legs would break off. The timber substitute they used here for furniture was rubbish⦠She had explored her share of group activities enough to figure that much out at least; and it was not always with boys.. since she couldnât always be picky when she had an itch to scratch; and right now she rather selfishly fancied the idea of being the first one to show Brett how to scratch it for her.
She had been pestering him after his work shift up on the hill here for months now, getting to know him and trying to figure out how best to go about working things out so they ended up taking each other as lovers. So far the other girls had not made any progress with him at all, and mostly amused themselves other ways.
Also she felt best qualified to show him anyway, thanks to a certain flash drive and a hardened pocket media player her sister had left her with on the Ark, with the promise not to look at it until she was all grown up, one of her few possessions that survived the Ark, and actually somehow still worked after however many centuries had passed. Her sister locked it under her cryo pod in a small armoured airtight case with a lead lining, and stored the battery in another sealed section with a small hand turned generator and solar panel to charge it. It contained a library of very unexpected videos, mostly family a few popular classic movies (now hundreds of years old!) and images of famous locations... and in a hidden folder Sophie found it full of high definition videos showing several very interesting ways and positions indeed for a girl to scratch a particular itch; and some other very perverse things that might not have have even occurred to her; and looked quite thrilling too. It was like her sister had gone to the effort to find at least one video of every possible sexual position, scenario, kink or activity so Sophie could decide what she would be into when she got older.
It was probably a good thing too, their instructors were useless, had probably forgotten that romance even existed, let alone that it existed between different genders.. assuming they even recognised gender.. the people around here tended to be a bit strange in that regard. Reproductive theory had been entirely absent in their instruction. Not omitted, entirely absent, as if their teachers had entirely forgotten all about it a century ago, and probably had. Apparently when the anti-aging process was perfected, it didnât work on the brain, most of the population had some degree of dementia by the time they figured it out. The current citizens of the world were nothing like the ones that loaded them on the Ark; who had at least explained the basics of reproduction, since time was short and it was information they needed to be a viable breeding population. It had not even occurred to these people in the last 10 years at the academy that they even needed free time to explore social interactions; so they were never given any. She would have killed for a graduation dance or prom like her long dead older sister had.. probably 200 years ago. She missed her sister.
Still now that they had been assigned postings, there was at least someone in this world with enough of a functioning braincell to realise that if they did expect them to repopulate, then they should probably be assigned mixed dormitories; and have some say in the matter whom they mixed it with. Sophie was not sure how many girls requested the same posting as Brett; She certainly had; but she didnât feel like sharing unlike the other 12 that ultimately had been given approval to join him; which made it all the stranger that she had been approved. Generally given the gender ratios females showing a social preference for group sex tended to win out with assignments with males showing alpha tendencies. Then again, two males had been assigned here, with 13 girls. That made her the odd one out in a 6 vs 1 female/male ratio. Unless one of the boys in turn had specifically requested her, and she had never even met the other guy (Frank?) before this assignment. That left Brett. It was not unheard of, the composition of surviving males and females from the ark was roughly 2/5 male to 3/5 female. Having a 6:1 female/male ratio made up for the monogamous couples that formed, leaving plenty for the girls with polyamorous tendencies and boys going around to match.
Oddly enough the people here not from the Ark seemed equally confused as horrified by either monogamous or polyamorous interactions. It seemed heterosexual sex, or anything sexual at all was alien to them regardless of its nature, or societal puritanism had reached fanatic levels in the time they were frozen. It seems living forever without ageing meant they had no libido left to speak of after more than a hundred years; at least not one that involved anything related to different genders. They never said anything but public shows of affection tended to make them go pale, or look like they might faint.. or punch someone. In about equal measures.
Nobody was exactly sure how many years even passed since the Ark was launched, since the initial asteroid impacts had knocked out most of the clocks in the world; at least until someone repaired them, and after the initial impact people were more interested in survival than time keeping. When they did manage to get the computers and timekeepers running again, once life was stable enough to have the free time to prioritise such things they made a vague calculation based on the positions of the stars; declared an official date (which had an error margin up to half a century) and started all the clocks again. Certainly the Ark might have been a good place to start, but it had been orbiting so long, that short of the hardened cryogenic systems, the rest of the ships computers were all shot through with micro meteors and high energy particles, and were in not much better shape than the computers still on earth. As it was even then several of the frozen cargo had not survived the trip, or the revival. Thankfully most had lived.
Sophie (and Brett) and about 20,000 other children; (about 2/5 boys and 3/5 girls) had been frozen when a swarm of asteroids had been detected which would hit the earth, with more to follow for centuries to come. Apparently the cryogenic process involved was fatal to anyone who had entered puberty, something about epigenomic sensitivity and hormones apparently. It had never really been explained, and most of the people who could explain it officially died in the asteroid impacts. More likely the Ark project was staffed and driven by worried parents who wanted a future for their offspring; and later revelations about the composition and ideology of the children recovered only fed that suspicion - especially when it was discovered unofficially that most of the few people from that project which did survive the impacts all mysteriously had fatal accidents; or were refused access to anti-aging tech shortly after the rebuilding began.
Whatever the reason; the children spent the last hundred or more years frozen in that Ark, orbiting on a cycle between Earth and Mars, forgotten, or more likely unwanted - since the surviving adults of that era; mostly the wealthy narcissistic variety who could afford to take refuge in shelters or orbiting space stations had found a way to stop aging; and social trends at the time found children terribly unfashionable if you never grow old. Not to mention the idea of reproducing at all reminded them of the gender of their birth, another concept wealthy lunatics had decided they didnât much like and had the means to force that opinion on everyone else, and silence dissent (often fatally) too.
Many years earlier -
Those in the Ark were left up there basically forgotten with thousands of others since the survivors on earth had basically forgotten about them, wrapped up in their own lunatic world of gender theory and an effective treatment for aging eliminated the need for the ark to begin with, since age related mortality no longer existed; giving them time to resolved all the problems of socioeconomic.. Sadly most people worked their entire lives to afford said treatment, so the end result between anti-gender rhetoric, and absurd anti-sexuality moral ideals; was the earth a century later was almost entirely populated by the rich who had not stopped aging until they were too old to be even biologically capable of reproducing anymore.
They did however allow for this, creating a massive cryogenic gene bank storage facility for reproductive material that they would lack in senior years if they needed it.
Other side effects since resolved, was the anti-aging treatment did not initially prevent aging of the brain, so almost everyone on earth was in some stage of dementia by the time they realised and developed a way to stop mental decline too only that also had side effects; in that the brain was meant to have a small level of synaptic decline, often complimented by the formation of new pathways, which meant new ideas and creative thoughts were always being made as old outdated ideas eventually faded.. when there was no longer any decline, everybody became fixed in their ways, dangerously so.. which is why a lot of crazy ideas about environment, austerity, sacrifice, conservation, and being gender averse persisted, long after the social, atmospheric and environmental issues behind them had long since been resolved or ceased to exist.
It was this that had led to the unfortunate situation, as a consequence of an energy conservation measure which involved shutting off the power grid each night after midnight led to the discovery that the backup batteries in the great IVF storage facility had long since ceased to function, along with all the cryogenic machines they powered. Not aging didnât mean nobody died; it just meant that it required an accident, incident or epidemic for the population to decrease instead; at which point they drew on the facility to replace the lost population. When several such incidents, possibly related to one another occurred, reducing the population so low that there was not enough people left to maintain all the infrastructure of society â they opened up the great IVF facility to artificially impregnate the population to replace the losses â then discovered their folly.
The first people to meet the guillotine were the lunatic energy conservation lobby which had enacted the terrible and pointless policy that had killed all future generations of humanity with their stupidity â for even without the batteries the cryogenic machines were such that with unlimited free power from the atomic energy humanity now enjoyed, they could have preserved the genetic material indefinitely. There really was no reason for conserving energy as even at idle the power stations produced many times more power than the entirety of the world actually needed. It was just that their thinking was so set in their ways, they blindly pushed that agenda.. until it led to the storehouse of humanity being destroyed by their idiocy. Still having summarily executed the entire energy conservation lobby, since every one of them as it turns out had played a part in creating the policy which had very nearly caused the extinction of the entire human race, the shock of it all led to a crisis, which for the first time in a century resulted in a lot of new ideas happening, one of which was someone asking what had been the fate of that Ark they had sent up prior to the original asteroid disasterâ¦
Time moved on, and the Ark was eventually located and revival protocols enacted.
Imagine their mixture of horror and reluctant relief when it was discovered that by an amazing coincidence almost all of the frozen children selected for the Ark identified as the gender and expected romantic preferences of their birth; and prior to being frozen had been carefully schooled such that they almost all had an entire absence of brainwashing about progressive gender theory; and much to the horror of the remaining lunatic puritan factions; were entirely open minded about multiple partner dating.. or dating at all, which to be blunt was exactly what you would need in a population that would be expected to repopulate humanity should all else fail. Which made it all the more irritating to those who held lunatic ideals. But the guillotines still existed, so they remained silent. The children young as they were had always been intended as a backup plan, either for Earth, or colonising Mars; and many of them were child geniuses schooled in aerospace and artificial habitat maintenance if needed. Just nobody ever remembered to send the signal.
The Childrens qualifications in Aerospace also made them uniquely suited to managing the great machines designed to keep the asteroids at bay, since to be honest, most of the prior immortals had for the most part forgotten how to use them.
10 years later. Most of these revived children are in their late teens or early 20s.
Back at the parkland on the hill, Brett always sat there in the picnic shelter, which was little more than a playhouse, after his shift, dozing, napping or just spacing out for whatever reason. The island they had been stationed on for Asteroid defence was remote enough it was one of the few places that even had the vestiges of a playground left still, since there had not actually been anything even resembling a child in well over a century or more; not even humanoid robots, if you don't count the 10 or so years of their own orientation and training after they had finally been thawed out and retrieved from the massive orbiting ark from the mid 20th century â which to be honest had felt like more of an inconvenient and resented afterthought to the people caring for them.
Anyway - Most of the original playground equipment had either been removed after falling into disuse as a safety hazard, or become overgrown with vines and foliage. The grass and ground of the parkland was still maintained, they had robotic appliances for that which worked tirelessly to keep every blade of grass the perfect length. But since there were no kids, nobody maintained the playgrounds.
Sophie felt (or at least told herself) it was awfully anti-social of Brett to sit in that shelter, since it was originally built to service children, it really only seated a single adult. It had become her mission to make sure he was seldom alone there. The only reason the shelter had not been removed decades ago was it was in the perfect place to shelter both you and your lunch from the wind, rain or sun depending on the time of year. Locals were also a bit superstitious about it. It was one of the few things that had somehow survived the various tsunamis from the numerous asteroid impacts intact; it was a sort of de-facto memorial to overcoming adversity. Which was why this particular location had been selected as an asteroid defence site to begin with.
Walking up to the shelter she leaned over and looked in over the small flat area on the leeward side that served as a window and platform to sit your food on while seated inside. The flat area was on a sort of rail that let it slide in or out a little so you could move it in front of you like a tray when eating, or back out of the way so you could get up and exit the seat through the small doorway. It was pretty cramped in there; not enough room for two adult people. Which was really a pity, since it was the perfect place to avoid prying eyes, as the leeward side was not visible from the road or footpath. She found Brett still in his flight suit, although the front was open as it was a warm evening. His eyes were obscured by sunglasses, sitting half slumped in the seat leaning on the edge of the small door frame with his arms crossed. It appeared he was admiring the sunset behind her; but given she was currently blocking the view and he did not react it only took a moment to hear the muted sighs that told her he was actually fast asleep.
It was unusual that he still wore the flight suit, even with it undone as they had to wear 'dry pants' under them for missions. Basically a nappy. He looked to still have his on. Must have been an especially hard day. Sophie had long since removed her flight suit and was actually standing there wearing nothing but her combat boots and the 1 piece grey cotton body suit most female crew wore under their own flight suit and dry pants. It vaguely looked like an old style one piece swim suit except it was made with a thicker soft cotton linen stretch fabric. Since it was worn under a dry suit, it would often get soiled with tide marks or worse, so they were unlined and generally considered expendable. Thankfully she had opted not to use her dry pants, so there was no awkward tide mark of pee on her crotch; since the swimsuit like styling combined with warm weather had long since inspired her to wear it as such and go for a walk in the warm evening, with the option of actually even walking to the beach in it. Being unlined the body suit also made her look like walking sex on legs, since the stretch fabric glorified every bump or crevice. The only downside was the grey fabric tended to make even the slightest moisture stand out as an obvious black mark; which right this second she couldn't care less about, since the only person likely to see it is exactly who she would want looking at it anyway.
Speaking of which..
For the 4th week in a row she was joining Brett during sunset. She had started making a game of it. He would go there to chill after work, and she would join him and basically mess with him. She had settled on her favourite way to annoy him, after trying everything from standing in front of him to bending over and putting her ass in the windows in front of his face, to block the view of the sunset while making inane small talk like she didnât realise what she was doing was annoying. For some reason he always tolerated it and never really complained. She even peed on the grass in front of him a few times just for the fun of it, and he seemed entirely nonplussed.
But she had come up with a devious plan. Well not really, she basically just planned to sit so that her crotch was stuck in his face; in the hope he might get excited enough to actually ask her out one day and let her bang him.
She had realised there was a rail under the counter top in the window that let it move back and forth, she had previously oiled it to bring it back into operation when Brett was not there.
It occurred to Sophie had there still been any children (which there had not been for several centuries) they would probably sit on it and ride back and forth like a swing she thought to herself, somewhat annoyed that the last of her own childhood since being thawed out from the Ark had mostly involved study and operations of the Asteroid Defence Mechs.
So the idea of sitting in that position herself and sliding back / forth did bring to mind some thrilling possibilities, some of which reminded her of some of those videos who sister left her.. especially if Brett happened to be sitting inside at the time.
Sophie had previously inspected the frame and rail, it was pretty sturdy, the space easily wide enough to accommodate her hips. Better still even though the space inside the picnic shelter would only seat a single adult, it did leave just enough room either side of Brett for her boots to fit on the bench, so lately when Brett was in there she would jump on the windowsill and sit facing him, with her crotch at the level of his face, mere inches away, playing on the slide usually, making small talk innoceantly.
He became so accustomed to this new invasive seating position, sometimes he would even rest his chin on her knee now, trying to look around her to enjoy the sunset. He seemed entirely unconcerned about her revealing appearance; or her company and tolerated even this new somewhat lewd position as she regularly amused herself with the sliding counter top in the window right in front of his face. If the puritan faction saw them doing this they would probably have a stroke; even with orders not to interfere with the personal interactions of the former Ark residents; since the human race would go extinct; they would probably still struggle to turn a blind eye. Thankfully their antics were not visible from the road or park hiking trails. There were seldom murders since humans became immortal, but the few that happened almost always involved the outrage of someone in the puritan faction, so people walked on eggshells around them.
Today Sophie found Brett sort of hunched forward on an angle, so this time her knee could sit over his left shoulder. The other leg similarly placed could sit where the bench extended slightly out the doorway, allowing her other knee to poke out the door frame a little, allowing that knee to sit in a position just over his other shoulder too which would place his cheek almost on her bare inner thigh, and place his head between her legs almost to the top of her inner thigh near her crotch. Ooh! This was new. Surely this would push him far enough she got to bang him?
She smirked, trying to avoid looking at her crotch; since she was pretty sure there was already a wet spot there now, she slid her ass on the counter, and placed a boot either side of Brett on the bench in the position she anticipated her legs would fit. Holding the cross beam above him with her hands she sort of absently rolled her hips back and forth on the counter rail like she always did lately, like it was some sort of perverted exercise machine which had her crotch pushing back and forth right in his face. With this new position her crotch now slid close enough the tip of his nose just barely brushed her with each thrust. She was delighted.
The picnic shelter as it turns out had some pretty poorly designed dimensions.. sitting like this put her crotch; which had, when she finally couldnât resist glancing at it - a massive camel toe with a wet spot running all the way down it right now.
She giggled, still sliding back and forth absently lost in thought; Brettâs breath warmed the inside of her left leg as he dozed. Also sitting with her legs open and moving like this reminded her that as much as she had not wanted to use the dry pants today, she probably should have; her bladder at this point was actually quite full, and sitting with her legs open around his face was not helping matters; if he had not been sitting there she probably would have just let it go right in her body suit, or maybe played with it a bit, and pulled the elastic over to spray it in the air for the fun of it. Both things.. ironically enough scenarios she had seen in her dirty video collection.. although there was usually⦠oh right.. Brett IS sitting right there under her.. if she did either of those things it basically would be re-enacting those particular videos.. oops. Her earlier worry of having a tide mark, or even of having a wet spot in front of Brett was rapidly becoming a distant concern; as the lewd position she was in rapidly compromised her judgement in lewd ways, mostly because she was now so turned on by the entire thing it caught her off guard, and she found she really really wanted to actually do those things with Brett. Well that was annoying she was trying to seduce him, not herself.
She ignored the urges; as much as her bladder protested otherwise, and called out to Brett and gave him a little shake with her hand. âHey Brett, whatcha doing?â, she asked playfully, still sliding her crotch back and forth just as playfully, basically at his face. Brett yawned and shifted position slightly, ending up with his face resting his cheek on the inside of her warm inner thigh. She kept thrusting but had to mute another giggle when she realised in the new position her wet cameltoe was basically getting pressed to his mouth a little like light a kiss with each thrust now.
Noticing the warm sticky feeling of her crotch fabric periodically brushing his lips and the surprisingly warm soft and comfortable thing his head was using as a pillow, he sleepily cracked an eye open. I was watching the sunset, but I fell asleep. Confused at the grey sticky blur sliding in front of his face and looked up. Oh hi Sophie, he said sleepily. Then his eyes went wide as he realised what was sliding in and out at his face. Like normally she was squirming about in front of him, but this was the first time she actually tried humping his face.
Well I was watching the sunset, he paused looking between her twinkling eyes and what he now realised was her sticky crotch thrusting into his face and back again. She seemed rather pleased with herself right now, her thrusting slowed, at least the forward thrust when she noticed him looking at it, so that her cameltoe slowed and stopped at the closest point to his face to pause, then did a cute little roll of her ass quickly backwards again, changing direction and then repeating the slow forward thrust of her wet crotch at his face again with another pause. She wasnât sure why she was doing it, although it did sort of remind her of a pole dancing video on her media player; or the bull scene in Sin City, the movement was causing her a really nice sort of warm tickle tingly feeling in her vagina and nipples as she did it, but it was also making her urge to pee almost unbearable each time she rolled her vagina into his face and paused.. the confusing sensations of being at the edge of pissing herself, and really REALLY wanting to fuck Brett right now mixing together in a surprising cocktail of sensation that was actually turning her on even more.
You seem to be enjoying yourself, noted Brett, his cheeks going red as he eyed her slowly growing wet spot, which was now so wet a clear honey like material was slowly leaking out the fabric from her excitement, swinging in the air from the viscosity then luxuriously stretching out and casually falling to drip on the bench between his legs with a nasty plop sound.
Well I like the company, a LOT, she answered with a pause, then resumed, I thought I might enjoy the view with you tonite, is that ok? She asked playfully.
Well, I donât know about the sunset, but the view certainly is something special.. he replied returning his eyes to her thrusting crotch in his face. In fact I can honestly say this view might even be better than the sunset.
Sophie went red herself this time, it was the first time he had used a comment that suggested he enjoyed her company. That was progress. Plus it was pretty smooth too she thought. Although the blush was more due to do with arousal from the compliment than any embarrassment at this point. She was too turned on for that to even be a concern anymore at this point.
Brett reached up to gently hold her leg to stop her thrusting at his face a moment, which of course just ended up with his hand on her ass, and her body reacting by closing her legs so that both of his cheeks now had both of her inner thighs pressing against them warmly. He looked up at her, his chin brushing her labia in this position. So is there any particular occasion, or you just really wanted to enjoy the sunset with me? He asked. She shrugged and opened and closed her knees on his face a few times as the pondered her reply before she stopped herself, doing that nearly made her lose control of her bladder.
He held her knee open and leaned his head on her other thigh casually, still looking up at her. When she didnât reply right away he shrugged, well no hurry answering he said making himself comfortable with her leg as a pillow, he let go of her ass, closing his eyes. I donât mind waiting this is actually pretty comfortable he said as he closed her open knee on his face again, like he was tucking himself in to bed, and snuggling into her crotch to resume his nap.
I ah.. er.. she stumbled over the words, the feeling of his warm breath on the sticky wet panty crotch of her body suit feeling pretty erotic, both warm and lightly cooling at the same time. He snuggled a bit more into her crotch so now the side of his mouth was actually pressed to the slimy fabric of her crotch. He literally did appear to fall asleep in this position much to her surprise, so she went silent, and made herself more comfortable in this position too; just watching him nap snuggled in her crotch with confusion, and an odd feeling of.. contentment? Every time he shifted a little or made little movements with his face or mouth as he dozed the gentle brush of his skin against her soft damp fabric covered crotch sent nice little electric lightning bolts up her crotch and along the inside of her spine, causing little shivers and shudders that nearly made her leak a little pee out each time.
Oh fuck.. she panted to herself. She had seen âdespâ videos of girls holding (or edging as some of the videos called it) while highly aroused and now she was beginning to understand why the girls seemed to enjoy themselves so much doing it. She was not sure why her sister included something so random in her dirty video library, but she was glad she had. She really needed to pee, wanted to pee, she also really wanted to piss her panties too for some reason, and she also really wanted to do it all over him too.. and at the same time she really wanted to hold it even longer, and not do it on him, but in front of him; the discomfort was somehow doing something funny to her arousal.. like keeping it at the same level like it was in some sort of aircraft holding pattern.. the sensation was truly bizarre, because mixed in all of that was also the near uncontrollable urge to get herself off, and fuck this boy like crazy; ideally do it all at once.. making as much mess in the process as possible; like she was trying to mark him as her territory.
Just to throw another spanner in the works, not only was she horny, desperate to pee, her squirming only making his face rub her up even more, she also started feeling like a nap herself.. which would almost certainly result in her wetting herself.. on him. Fighting conflicting urges, nap, pee on him, stay awake, play with herself, make him play with her⦠she ended up waking him up again.
He yawned again and let her open her knees wide, although he kept resting his head on her leg. It really was pretty comfy. He gave her a cheeky grin. As much as I could do this all night, and feel free to join me like this any time you like, really.. I have to wonder, found your tongue again yet?
Sitting there with her legs open wide and his head between them only turned her on more, and at this point given her position she actually did pee a little, although he didnât seem to notice, or wasnât bothered by it at least if she was lucky, since it was pretty obvious by the way she was squirming now and the sudden bloom of wet liquid on her ass fabric. Feeling a little wound up her reply started less than ideally.. I would rather find yours, she muttered under her breath, looking between his mouth and her crotch. Of course he heard her..
Oh? he said curiously, licking his lips and glancing at the basically completely wet ruin of the crotch of her body suit, which was now clinging to her like it was painted on, and possibly a little transparent due to the tightness against her labia. He was not entirely opposed to the idea. She was pretty cute, and as it turned out he was the one that had put her name down in his assignment paperwork; but she already suspected that anyway, or why would she be sitting here.. offering.. well everything on a silver platter, the fact she was here at all meant she had put his name on her form too.
She watched his eyes and mouth, catching the innuendo that he may or may not realise he just gave her. Sorry no, well yes.. actually hell yes, but hold on, hear me out first, Sophie said awkwardly.
So I like you; actually quite a lot. Frank tries to give me attention but he has 12 other girls, I mean I let him well use his hand on me once, when I walked in on him and a few of the girls messing around, how could I not, it was pretty hot, and I had an itch that needed scratching, but I donât really know him well; I barely even recall his name.. I know rude right. But I am not interested in him. I seem to be the odd one out here, and I suspect I know why? You asked for me? We were in the same class; and got on pretty well. The other girls tell me none of them have ever got to do anything with you so.. actually I quite like the idea I might get to be the firstâ¦
She was starting to ramble, and had started dripping enough even if Brett had missed it before; it was kind of obvious she was pissing herself a little here as she sat with her knees wide open with her wet crotch a few inches from his face squirming and talking nervously. He pretended not to notice the pee, and it was even possible she had not noticed herself; she seemed pretty preoccupied with trying to express herself right now.
Sophie continued on.. so I was at the museum the other day.. well actually it was months ago.. anyway a bunch of the puritan faction were there making trouble and rummaging through the archives and tossing out a bunch of magazines and artefacts like music CDs.. I remember history class before the Ark about the evils of book burning so ye, I salvaged what I could. Turned out to be some music by someone called prince, and some historical womenâs health and relationship advice magazines.
Some of it was pretty racy stuff, nudes and such.. one had a pretty naughty article I really liked.. Sophie paused and giggled nervously. It suggested that before a girl started a relationship with a boy she liked.. she should test the water, see how good he is at kissing her on the lips.
Brett raised an eyebrow.. how is that naughty.. he began. She went red which was pretty cute actually, then cut him off. The ones between my legs that is.. the article suggested that relationships founded on emotional, intellectual and sexual compatibility always work best.. so it flat out suggested a girl get a boy to kiss her.. down there first, and if they both like it, then maybe ask each other out.. cause if that didnât work the relationship probably wouldnât either..
Brett was lost for words a moment. To be fair it was probably good advise, just in a pretty lewd tone. He looked at Sophieâs face a moment. He really did find her appealing, cute wavy hair, nice smile, pretty cheeks.. great support crew on his mech. Looked great in that body suit. He couldnât find anything about her that didnât appeal to him, even her wet spots. After this he should probably give her his dry pants for the walk back to save questions about her wet spot since he had not actually used his today, although if she keeps grinding up her crotch like this at his face he was likely to soil them himself with something else entirely.
Sophieâs face looked nervous and she was avoiding his eyes, looking up and off to the side somewhere. He shrugged, leaned in and kissed her dead centre on the wet camel toe of the sticky crotch of her body suit; ignoring the sticky mess and other wetness dripping out the bottom; he kept up the kiss for several minutes.
From the receiving end, however a lot more was going on. The kiss had oddly enough came as a complete surprise to Sophie; she jumped, yelled fuck and lost control of her bladder for a few seconds. Then when she realised he still had not broken the kiss even with her piss running down his chin, and looking an awful lot like he may have even accidentally swallowed some she found herself suddenly so turned on she couldnât resist wrapping her legs around his head, holding his head in place and grinding her piss soaked crotch at his mouth, panting with aroused depravity the entire time and moaning.
She was suprisingly the first one to break the âkissâ, opening her legs a little and pushing his face back, panting. She looked at his confused wet face, glistening wet with her juices and probably a lot of her pee in the fading sunset, she wanted to kiss him right back now.. was that wrong? But the angle was all wrong. Instead she smiled warmly at him, pulled the crotch of her saturated body suit over to expose her vagina then pulled his face back into it and wrapped her legs around him again. A few seconds later she moved one leg over just enough to whisper in his ear.. I donât suppose you know what a french kiss is? She asked. He shrugged without breaking the kiss, much to her delight, so she whispered again, basically what you are doing now only you stick out your tongue and lick me while you do it. He nodded, which given the position of his mouth felt pretty great too, then she put her leg back held his head and just enjoyed it; quite loudly, as he did exactly that until purely from his enthusiasm alone, he managed quite effectively to scratch that itch of hers, and she did it all over his face.
Which considering the effort involved, the amount of time he was working her with a full bladder plus her falling off the ledge onto his lap as she cum, (discovering the only way as it turns out two people can fit in the picnic shelter) she immediately starting to wet herself uncontrollably as she rest her head on his shoulder, begging him to stick his penis in her. Oddly she also felt a sudden desire to take a nap in this position, piss leaking and all. Brett laughed; after all that, he was rather keen on the same idea, and gently lifted her back on the ledge a moment to slip out of his flight suit and throw off the dry pants to pull the bottom of his own thermal body suit open and pull out the required part of his body. His body suit was more of a shorts style bottom. With the fabric out of the way he lowered her still peeing vagina exactly onto the place she had asked him to put it.
It was an inelegant coupling, since he really had no idea what he was doing, but between them their enthusiasm carried them through since they were so wound up by this point nothing could have pulled them apart until they had completely worn each other out doing it several times over. With her on his lap they really did fit just perfectly inside that little picnic shelter, so long as she scooted up onto his lap, and had him slip inside one of her available holes â something she had him try several times in each of her holes that night much to her delirious delight â since she had in fact made her territorial claim.. all over him.. several times that evening; and he was perfectly happy to let her.
They kept meeting like this each day as usual, but now of course they almost always ended up fucking or going down on each other. Eventually she started making him work through re-enacting every video on her sisters media player, which was more exciting still â there were thousands, they literally had years of material. She also found he was not bothered at all by her pissing her bodysuit panty, even when he had his mouth on it.. which only made her even more into him. Or if she turned up at the park with the bottom already wet, or soiled with tide marks.. he never rejected her - if anything she was more likely to have soiled herself now â she had discovered a love or pissing herself, and made sure to always fill her dry pant with it by the end of her daily shifts. In fact she took things so far, she made a habit of only doing it in her pants on duty or in front of Brett in the park off duty. She even convinced him to do it for her, and a couple of times even ON her too.
They had many such adventures, particularly as they had enough time each evening to copy the activities in several different videos. She even got some of those other 12 girls in on some of it, much to their delight too â some of the videos depicted group activities, and as it turned out compared to the unimaginative clinical sex with Frank; having an entire library of creative pornography made Brett and Sophie pretty popular in the bedroom; a few of the girls even got really into the pee games too; much to Sophieâs joy. Lucky that park had soft grass.. or they would have ruined a lot of bedrooms.. Also Sophie could piss the furthest of them all too.. not for want of trying by the other 12 girls, Brett or even Frank too tho, but she always managed to win.
Also helped that with the injection of 20,000 new fertile souls in a fallen society all with actual sane ideals, the vast majority of the puritan faction had either lost positions of power, abandoned such lunacy.. or started spending a lot of time making up for lost time doing the things they previously objected too.. so the activities in the park were no longer in danger of being objected to, and in some cases when several of those other 12 girls were involved, a few new participants from the ranks of the immortals joined in too!
As was expected of those from the Ark Sophie didnât even make it to the end of the year before she ended up pregnant. That was the point after all. There was a folder for that too on the media player. Her sister was one hella kinky puppy. Once she became pregnant the pair discovered a new game.. she could get away with pissing herself where ever and wearing whatever she liked.. even before the embryo was even big enough to have any effect on her bladder.. which made the filthy activity all the more sweeter for the wrongness of it, and getting away with it..
Only downside was she soon no longer fit in the picnic shelter, so they started leaning on the window to bang or eat each other from out there instead..
The human race persisted, and even with near immortal lifespans resumed reproducing, and spread out across the galaxy. Turned out there was more than a few kinky alien out there too.
It seem they all eventually lived happily, and more often than not quite wetly ever after.
Erotic Eco/dystopian sci fi.
About 10 pages printed, 1 day writing, probably contains grammar, punctuation and spelling errors.
Somewhat political undertones, the 'interesting' (dirty) stuff starts around the halfway mark. Look for the 'Speaking of Which' if you wanna skip right to the dirty stuff.
Sophie / Brett; recently graduated 20 something members of an Asteroid defence base, on a hill overlooking the coast somewhere, near a space port, 200 or 300 years from now..
Sophie noticed Brett was sitting alone in the old playground picnic shelter again staring into the distance with a blank relaxed look on his face, vaguely in the direction of the setting sun. He was one of those boys with an odd sort of soft naive sort of look to his face, tastefully short hair, appealing physique and a mellow voice like melted chocolate that left most girls underwear in a wet mess every-time they heard him. Rich brat meets ditsy beach bum surfer vibe. She was not even sure he even realised the effect he had on girls yet, but he certainly was not as naive as he looked; or he would not have been assigned his own anti-asteroid mech and there was probably a reason he ran off here alone; most likely those same girls creaming themselves at his voice pestered him in groups; and most of them were not shy to point out they were willing to share.. probably a bit intimidating given up to this point, asteroid defence training left no time to explore romance at all, he had probably not even been kissed yet. Half a dozen girls or more all offering to jump into the same bed with him at once? no wonder he avoided them. Not to mention the beds were pretty poorly made anyway.. put more than three people in, and the legs would break off. The timber substitute they used here for furniture was rubbish⦠She had explored her share of group activities enough to figure that much out at least; and it was not always with boys.. since she couldnât always be picky when she had an itch to scratch; and right now she rather selfishly fancied the idea of being the first one to show Brett how to scratch it for her.
She had been pestering him after his work shift up on the hill here for months now, getting to know him and trying to figure out how best to go about working things out so they ended up taking each other as lovers. So far the other girls had not made any progress with him at all, and mostly amused themselves other ways.
Also she felt best qualified to show him anyway, thanks to a certain flash drive and a hardened pocket media player her sister had left her with on the Ark, with the promise not to look at it until she was all grown up, one of her few possessions that survived the Ark, and actually somehow still worked after however many centuries had passed. Her sister locked it under her cryo pod in a small armoured airtight case with a lead lining, and stored the battery in another sealed section with a small hand turned generator and solar panel to charge it. It contained a library of very unexpected videos, mostly family a few popular classic movies (now hundreds of years old!) and images of famous locations... and in a hidden folder Sophie found it full of high definition videos showing several very interesting ways and positions indeed for a girl to scratch a particular itch; and some other very perverse things that might not have have even occurred to her; and looked quite thrilling too. It was like her sister had gone to the effort to find at least one video of every possible sexual position, scenario, kink or activity so Sophie could decide what she would be into when she got older.
It was probably a good thing too, their instructors were useless, had probably forgotten that romance even existed, let alone that it existed between different genders.. assuming they even recognised gender.. the people around here tended to be a bit strange in that regard. Reproductive theory had been entirely absent in their instruction. Not omitted, entirely absent, as if their teachers had entirely forgotten all about it a century ago, and probably had. Apparently when the anti-aging process was perfected, it didnât work on the brain, most of the population had some degree of dementia by the time they figured it out. The current citizens of the world were nothing like the ones that loaded them on the Ark; who had at least explained the basics of reproduction, since time was short and it was information they needed to be a viable breeding population. It had not even occurred to these people in the last 10 years at the academy that they even needed free time to explore social interactions; so they were never given any. She would have killed for a graduation dance or prom like her long dead older sister had.. probably 200 years ago. She missed her sister.
Still now that they had been assigned postings, there was at least someone in this world with enough of a functioning braincell to realise that if they did expect them to repopulate, then they should probably be assigned mixed dormitories; and have some say in the matter whom they mixed it with. Sophie was not sure how many girls requested the same posting as Brett; She certainly had; but she didnât feel like sharing unlike the other 12 that ultimately had been given approval to join him; which made it all the stranger that she had been approved. Generally given the gender ratios females showing a social preference for group sex tended to win out with assignments with males showing alpha tendencies. Then again, two males had been assigned here, with 13 girls. That made her the odd one out in a 6 vs 1 female/male ratio. Unless one of the boys in turn had specifically requested her, and she had never even met the other guy (Frank?) before this assignment. That left Brett. It was not unheard of, the composition of surviving males and females from the ark was roughly 2/5 male to 3/5 female. Having a 6:1 female/male ratio made up for the monogamous couples that formed, leaving plenty for the girls with polyamorous tendencies and boys going around to match.
Oddly enough the people here not from the Ark seemed equally confused as horrified by either monogamous or polyamorous interactions. It seemed heterosexual sex, or anything sexual at all was alien to them regardless of its nature, or societal puritanism had reached fanatic levels in the time they were frozen. It seems living forever without ageing meant they had no libido left to speak of after more than a hundred years; at least not one that involved anything related to different genders. They never said anything but public shows of affection tended to make them go pale, or look like they might faint.. or punch someone. In about equal measures.
Nobody was exactly sure how many years even passed since the Ark was launched, since the initial asteroid impacts had knocked out most of the clocks in the world; at least until someone repaired them, and after the initial impact people were more interested in survival than time keeping. When they did manage to get the computers and timekeepers running again, once life was stable enough to have the free time to prioritise such things they made a vague calculation based on the positions of the stars; declared an official date (which had an error margin up to half a century) and started all the clocks again. Certainly the Ark might have been a good place to start, but it had been orbiting so long, that short of the hardened cryogenic systems, the rest of the ships computers were all shot through with micro meteors and high energy particles, and were in not much better shape than the computers still on earth. As it was even then several of the frozen cargo had not survived the trip, or the revival. Thankfully most had lived.
Sophie (and Brett) and about 20,000 other children; (about 2/5 boys and 3/5 girls) had been frozen when a swarm of asteroids had been detected which would hit the earth, with more to follow for centuries to come. Apparently the cryogenic process involved was fatal to anyone who had entered puberty, something about epigenomic sensitivity and hormones apparently. It had never really been explained, and most of the people who could explain it officially died in the asteroid impacts. More likely the Ark project was staffed and driven by worried parents who wanted a future for their offspring; and later revelations about the composition and ideology of the children recovered only fed that suspicion - especially when it was discovered unofficially that most of the few people from that project which did survive the impacts all mysteriously had fatal accidents; or were refused access to anti-aging tech shortly after the rebuilding began.
Whatever the reason; the children spent the last hundred or more years frozen in that Ark, orbiting on a cycle between Earth and Mars, forgotten, or more likely unwanted - since the surviving adults of that era; mostly the wealthy narcissistic variety who could afford to take refuge in shelters or orbiting space stations had found a way to stop aging; and social trends at the time found children terribly unfashionable if you never grow old. Not to mention the idea of reproducing at all reminded them of the gender of their birth, another concept wealthy lunatics had decided they didnât much like and had the means to force that opinion on everyone else, and silence dissent (often fatally) too.
Many years earlier -
Those in the Ark were left up there basically forgotten with thousands of others since the survivors on earth had basically forgotten about them, wrapped up in their own lunatic world of gender theory and an effective treatment for aging eliminated the need for the ark to begin with, since age related mortality no longer existed; giving them time to resolved all the problems of socioeconomic.. Sadly most people worked their entire lives to afford said treatment, so the end result between anti-gender rhetoric, and absurd anti-sexuality moral ideals; was the earth a century later was almost entirely populated by the rich who had not stopped aging until they were too old to be even biologically capable of reproducing anymore.
They did however allow for this, creating a massive cryogenic gene bank storage facility for reproductive material that they would lack in senior years if they needed it.
Other side effects since resolved, was the anti-aging treatment did not initially prevent aging of the brain, so almost everyone on earth was in some stage of dementia by the time they realised and developed a way to stop mental decline too only that also had side effects; in that the brain was meant to have a small level of synaptic decline, often complimented by the formation of new pathways, which meant new ideas and creative thoughts were always being made as old outdated ideas eventually faded.. when there was no longer any decline, everybody became fixed in their ways, dangerously so.. which is why a lot of crazy ideas about environment, austerity, sacrifice, conservation, and being gender averse persisted, long after the social, atmospheric and environmental issues behind them had long since been resolved or ceased to exist.
It was this that had led to the unfortunate situation, as a consequence of an energy conservation measure which involved shutting off the power grid each night after midnight led to the discovery that the backup batteries in the great IVF storage facility had long since ceased to function, along with all the cryogenic machines they powered. Not aging didnât mean nobody died; it just meant that it required an accident, incident or epidemic for the population to decrease instead; at which point they drew on the facility to replace the lost population. When several such incidents, possibly related to one another occurred, reducing the population so low that there was not enough people left to maintain all the infrastructure of society â they opened up the great IVF facility to artificially impregnate the population to replace the losses â then discovered their folly.
The first people to meet the guillotine were the lunatic energy conservation lobby which had enacted the terrible and pointless policy that had killed all future generations of humanity with their stupidity â for even without the batteries the cryogenic machines were such that with unlimited free power from the atomic energy humanity now enjoyed, they could have preserved the genetic material indefinitely. There really was no reason for conserving energy as even at idle the power stations produced many times more power than the entirety of the world actually needed. It was just that their thinking was so set in their ways, they blindly pushed that agenda.. until it led to the storehouse of humanity being destroyed by their idiocy. Still having summarily executed the entire energy conservation lobby, since every one of them as it turns out had played a part in creating the policy which had very nearly caused the extinction of the entire human race, the shock of it all led to a crisis, which for the first time in a century resulted in a lot of new ideas happening, one of which was someone asking what had been the fate of that Ark they had sent up prior to the original asteroid disasterâ¦
Time moved on, and the Ark was eventually located and revival protocols enacted.
Imagine their mixture of horror and reluctant relief when it was discovered that by an amazing coincidence almost all of the frozen children selected for the Ark identified as the gender and expected romantic preferences of their birth; and prior to being frozen had been carefully schooled such that they almost all had an entire absence of brainwashing about progressive gender theory; and much to the horror of the remaining lunatic puritan factions; were entirely open minded about multiple partner dating.. or dating at all, which to be blunt was exactly what you would need in a population that would be expected to repopulate humanity should all else fail. Which made it all the more irritating to those who held lunatic ideals. But the guillotines still existed, so they remained silent. The children young as they were had always been intended as a backup plan, either for Earth, or colonising Mars; and many of them were child geniuses schooled in aerospace and artificial habitat maintenance if needed. Just nobody ever remembered to send the signal.
The Childrens qualifications in Aerospace also made them uniquely suited to managing the great machines designed to keep the asteroids at bay, since to be honest, most of the prior immortals had for the most part forgotten how to use them.
10 years later. Most of these revived children are in their late teens or early 20s.
Back at the parkland on the hill, Brett always sat there in the picnic shelter, which was little more than a playhouse, after his shift, dozing, napping or just spacing out for whatever reason. The island they had been stationed on for Asteroid defence was remote enough it was one of the few places that even had the vestiges of a playground left still, since there had not actually been anything even resembling a child in well over a century or more; not even humanoid robots, if you don't count the 10 or so years of their own orientation and training after they had finally been thawed out and retrieved from the massive orbiting ark from the mid 20th century â which to be honest had felt like more of an inconvenient and resented afterthought to the people caring for them.
Anyway - Most of the original playground equipment had either been removed after falling into disuse as a safety hazard, or become overgrown with vines and foliage. The grass and ground of the parkland was still maintained, they had robotic appliances for that which worked tirelessly to keep every blade of grass the perfect length. But since there were no kids, nobody maintained the playgrounds.
Sophie felt (or at least told herself) it was awfully anti-social of Brett to sit in that shelter, since it was originally built to service children, it really only seated a single adult. It had become her mission to make sure he was seldom alone there. The only reason the shelter had not been removed decades ago was it was in the perfect place to shelter both you and your lunch from the wind, rain or sun depending on the time of year. Locals were also a bit superstitious about it. It was one of the few things that had somehow survived the various tsunamis from the numerous asteroid impacts intact; it was a sort of de-facto memorial to overcoming adversity. Which was why this particular location had been selected as an asteroid defence site to begin with.
Walking up to the shelter she leaned over and looked in over the small flat area on the leeward side that served as a window and platform to sit your food on while seated inside. The flat area was on a sort of rail that let it slide in or out a little so you could move it in front of you like a tray when eating, or back out of the way so you could get up and exit the seat through the small doorway. It was pretty cramped in there; not enough room for two adult people. Which was really a pity, since it was the perfect place to avoid prying eyes, as the leeward side was not visible from the road or footpath. She found Brett still in his flight suit, although the front was open as it was a warm evening. His eyes were obscured by sunglasses, sitting half slumped in the seat leaning on the edge of the small door frame with his arms crossed. It appeared he was admiring the sunset behind her; but given she was currently blocking the view and he did not react it only took a moment to hear the muted sighs that told her he was actually fast asleep.
It was unusual that he still wore the flight suit, even with it undone as they had to wear 'dry pants' under them for missions. Basically a nappy. He looked to still have his on. Must have been an especially hard day. Sophie had long since removed her flight suit and was actually standing there wearing nothing but her combat boots and the 1 piece grey cotton body suit most female crew wore under their own flight suit and dry pants. It vaguely looked like an old style one piece swim suit except it was made with a thicker soft cotton linen stretch fabric. Since it was worn under a dry suit, it would often get soiled with tide marks or worse, so they were unlined and generally considered expendable. Thankfully she had opted not to use her dry pants, so there was no awkward tide mark of pee on her crotch; since the swimsuit like styling combined with warm weather had long since inspired her to wear it as such and go for a walk in the warm evening, with the option of actually even walking to the beach in it. Being unlined the body suit also made her look like walking sex on legs, since the stretch fabric glorified every bump or crevice. The only downside was the grey fabric tended to make even the slightest moisture stand out as an obvious black mark; which right this second she couldn't care less about, since the only person likely to see it is exactly who she would want looking at it anyway.
Speaking of which..
For the 4th week in a row she was joining Brett during sunset. She had started making a game of it. He would go there to chill after work, and she would join him and basically mess with him. She had settled on her favourite way to annoy him, after trying everything from standing in front of him to bending over and putting her ass in the windows in front of his face, to block the view of the sunset while making inane small talk like she didnât realise what she was doing was annoying. For some reason he always tolerated it and never really complained. She even peed on the grass in front of him a few times just for the fun of it, and he seemed entirely nonplussed.
But she had come up with a devious plan. Well not really, she basically just planned to sit so that her crotch was stuck in his face; in the hope he might get excited enough to actually ask her out one day and let her bang him.
She had realised there was a rail under the counter top in the window that let it move back and forth, she had previously oiled it to bring it back into operation when Brett was not there.
It occurred to Sophie had there still been any children (which there had not been for several centuries) they would probably sit on it and ride back and forth like a swing she thought to herself, somewhat annoyed that the last of her own childhood since being thawed out from the Ark had mostly involved study and operations of the Asteroid Defence Mechs.
So the idea of sitting in that position herself and sliding back / forth did bring to mind some thrilling possibilities, some of which reminded her of some of those videos who sister left her.. especially if Brett happened to be sitting inside at the time.
Sophie had previously inspected the frame and rail, it was pretty sturdy, the space easily wide enough to accommodate her hips. Better still even though the space inside the picnic shelter would only seat a single adult, it did leave just enough room either side of Brett for her boots to fit on the bench, so lately when Brett was in there she would jump on the windowsill and sit facing him, with her crotch at the level of his face, mere inches away, playing on the slide usually, making small talk innoceantly.
He became so accustomed to this new invasive seating position, sometimes he would even rest his chin on her knee now, trying to look around her to enjoy the sunset. He seemed entirely unconcerned about her revealing appearance; or her company and tolerated even this new somewhat lewd position as she regularly amused herself with the sliding counter top in the window right in front of his face. If the puritan faction saw them doing this they would probably have a stroke; even with orders not to interfere with the personal interactions of the former Ark residents; since the human race would go extinct; they would probably still struggle to turn a blind eye. Thankfully their antics were not visible from the road or park hiking trails. There were seldom murders since humans became immortal, but the few that happened almost always involved the outrage of someone in the puritan faction, so people walked on eggshells around them.
Today Sophie found Brett sort of hunched forward on an angle, so this time her knee could sit over his left shoulder. The other leg similarly placed could sit where the bench extended slightly out the doorway, allowing her other knee to poke out the door frame a little, allowing that knee to sit in a position just over his other shoulder too which would place his cheek almost on her bare inner thigh, and place his head between her legs almost to the top of her inner thigh near her crotch. Ooh! This was new. Surely this would push him far enough she got to bang him?
She smirked, trying to avoid looking at her crotch; since she was pretty sure there was already a wet spot there now, she slid her ass on the counter, and placed a boot either side of Brett on the bench in the position she anticipated her legs would fit. Holding the cross beam above him with her hands she sort of absently rolled her hips back and forth on the counter rail like she always did lately, like it was some sort of perverted exercise machine which had her crotch pushing back and forth right in his face. With this new position her crotch now slid close enough the tip of his nose just barely brushed her with each thrust. She was delighted.
The picnic shelter as it turns out had some pretty poorly designed dimensions.. sitting like this put her crotch; which had, when she finally couldnât resist glancing at it - a massive camel toe with a wet spot running all the way down it right now.
She giggled, still sliding back and forth absently lost in thought; Brettâs breath warmed the inside of her left leg as he dozed. Also sitting with her legs open and moving like this reminded her that as much as she had not wanted to use the dry pants today, she probably should have; her bladder at this point was actually quite full, and sitting with her legs open around his face was not helping matters; if he had not been sitting there she probably would have just let it go right in her body suit, or maybe played with it a bit, and pulled the elastic over to spray it in the air for the fun of it. Both things.. ironically enough scenarios she had seen in her dirty video collection.. although there was usually⦠oh right.. Brett IS sitting right there under her.. if she did either of those things it basically would be re-enacting those particular videos.. oops. Her earlier worry of having a tide mark, or even of having a wet spot in front of Brett was rapidly becoming a distant concern; as the lewd position she was in rapidly compromised her judgement in lewd ways, mostly because she was now so turned on by the entire thing it caught her off guard, and she found she really really wanted to actually do those things with Brett. Well that was annoying she was trying to seduce him, not herself.
She ignored the urges; as much as her bladder protested otherwise, and called out to Brett and gave him a little shake with her hand. âHey Brett, whatcha doing?â, she asked playfully, still sliding her crotch back and forth just as playfully, basically at his face. Brett yawned and shifted position slightly, ending up with his face resting his cheek on the inside of her warm inner thigh. She kept thrusting but had to mute another giggle when she realised in the new position her wet cameltoe was basically getting pressed to his mouth a little like light a kiss with each thrust now.
Noticing the warm sticky feeling of her crotch fabric periodically brushing his lips and the surprisingly warm soft and comfortable thing his head was using as a pillow, he sleepily cracked an eye open. I was watching the sunset, but I fell asleep. Confused at the grey sticky blur sliding in front of his face and looked up. Oh hi Sophie, he said sleepily. Then his eyes went wide as he realised what was sliding in and out at his face. Like normally she was squirming about in front of him, but this was the first time she actually tried humping his face.
Well I was watching the sunset, he paused looking between her twinkling eyes and what he now realised was her sticky crotch thrusting into his face and back again. She seemed rather pleased with herself right now, her thrusting slowed, at least the forward thrust when she noticed him looking at it, so that her cameltoe slowed and stopped at the closest point to his face to pause, then did a cute little roll of her ass quickly backwards again, changing direction and then repeating the slow forward thrust of her wet crotch at his face again with another pause. She wasnât sure why she was doing it, although it did sort of remind her of a pole dancing video on her media player; or the bull scene in Sin City, the movement was causing her a really nice sort of warm tickle tingly feeling in her vagina and nipples as she did it, but it was also making her urge to pee almost unbearable each time she rolled her vagina into his face and paused.. the confusing sensations of being at the edge of pissing herself, and really REALLY wanting to fuck Brett right now mixing together in a surprising cocktail of sensation that was actually turning her on even more.
You seem to be enjoying yourself, noted Brett, his cheeks going red as he eyed her slowly growing wet spot, which was now so wet a clear honey like material was slowly leaking out the fabric from her excitement, swinging in the air from the viscosity then luxuriously stretching out and casually falling to drip on the bench between his legs with a nasty plop sound.
Well I like the company, a LOT, she answered with a pause, then resumed, I thought I might enjoy the view with you tonite, is that ok? She asked playfully.
Well, I donât know about the sunset, but the view certainly is something special.. he replied returning his eyes to her thrusting crotch in his face. In fact I can honestly say this view might even be better than the sunset.
Sophie went red herself this time, it was the first time he had used a comment that suggested he enjoyed her company. That was progress. Plus it was pretty smooth too she thought. Although the blush was more due to do with arousal from the compliment than any embarrassment at this point. She was too turned on for that to even be a concern anymore at this point.
Brett reached up to gently hold her leg to stop her thrusting at his face a moment, which of course just ended up with his hand on her ass, and her body reacting by closing her legs so that both of his cheeks now had both of her inner thighs pressing against them warmly. He looked up at her, his chin brushing her labia in this position. So is there any particular occasion, or you just really wanted to enjoy the sunset with me? He asked. She shrugged and opened and closed her knees on his face a few times as the pondered her reply before she stopped herself, doing that nearly made her lose control of her bladder.
He held her knee open and leaned his head on her other thigh casually, still looking up at her. When she didnât reply right away he shrugged, well no hurry answering he said making himself comfortable with her leg as a pillow, he let go of her ass, closing his eyes. I donât mind waiting this is actually pretty comfortable he said as he closed her open knee on his face again, like he was tucking himself in to bed, and snuggling into her crotch to resume his nap.
I ah.. er.. she stumbled over the words, the feeling of his warm breath on the sticky wet panty crotch of her body suit feeling pretty erotic, both warm and lightly cooling at the same time. He snuggled a bit more into her crotch so now the side of his mouth was actually pressed to the slimy fabric of her crotch. He literally did appear to fall asleep in this position much to her surprise, so she went silent, and made herself more comfortable in this position too; just watching him nap snuggled in her crotch with confusion, and an odd feeling of.. contentment? Every time he shifted a little or made little movements with his face or mouth as he dozed the gentle brush of his skin against her soft damp fabric covered crotch sent nice little electric lightning bolts up her crotch and along the inside of her spine, causing little shivers and shudders that nearly made her leak a little pee out each time.
Oh fuck.. she panted to herself. She had seen âdespâ videos of girls holding (or edging as some of the videos called it) while highly aroused and now she was beginning to understand why the girls seemed to enjoy themselves so much doing it. She was not sure why her sister included something so random in her dirty video library, but she was glad she had. She really needed to pee, wanted to pee, she also really wanted to piss her panties too for some reason, and she also really wanted to do it all over him too.. and at the same time she really wanted to hold it even longer, and not do it on him, but in front of him; the discomfort was somehow doing something funny to her arousal.. like keeping it at the same level like it was in some sort of aircraft holding pattern.. the sensation was truly bizarre, because mixed in all of that was also the near uncontrollable urge to get herself off, and fuck this boy like crazy; ideally do it all at once.. making as much mess in the process as possible; like she was trying to mark him as her territory.
Just to throw another spanner in the works, not only was she horny, desperate to pee, her squirming only making his face rub her up even more, she also started feeling like a nap herself.. which would almost certainly result in her wetting herself.. on him. Fighting conflicting urges, nap, pee on him, stay awake, play with herself, make him play with her⦠she ended up waking him up again.
He yawned again and let her open her knees wide, although he kept resting his head on her leg. It really was pretty comfy. He gave her a cheeky grin. As much as I could do this all night, and feel free to join me like this any time you like, really.. I have to wonder, found your tongue again yet?
Sitting there with her legs open wide and his head between them only turned her on more, and at this point given her position she actually did pee a little, although he didnât seem to notice, or wasnât bothered by it at least if she was lucky, since it was pretty obvious by the way she was squirming now and the sudden bloom of wet liquid on her ass fabric. Feeling a little wound up her reply started less than ideally.. I would rather find yours, she muttered under her breath, looking between his mouth and her crotch. Of course he heard her..
Oh? he said curiously, licking his lips and glancing at the basically completely wet ruin of the crotch of her body suit, which was now clinging to her like it was painted on, and possibly a little transparent due to the tightness against her labia. He was not entirely opposed to the idea. She was pretty cute, and as it turned out he was the one that had put her name down in his assignment paperwork; but she already suspected that anyway, or why would she be sitting here.. offering.. well everything on a silver platter, the fact she was here at all meant she had put his name on her form too.
She watched his eyes and mouth, catching the innuendo that he may or may not realise he just gave her. Sorry no, well yes.. actually hell yes, but hold on, hear me out first, Sophie said awkwardly.
So I like you; actually quite a lot. Frank tries to give me attention but he has 12 other girls, I mean I let him well use his hand on me once, when I walked in on him and a few of the girls messing around, how could I not, it was pretty hot, and I had an itch that needed scratching, but I donât really know him well; I barely even recall his name.. I know rude right. But I am not interested in him. I seem to be the odd one out here, and I suspect I know why? You asked for me? We were in the same class; and got on pretty well. The other girls tell me none of them have ever got to do anything with you so.. actually I quite like the idea I might get to be the firstâ¦
She was starting to ramble, and had started dripping enough even if Brett had missed it before; it was kind of obvious she was pissing herself a little here as she sat with her knees wide open with her wet crotch a few inches from his face squirming and talking nervously. He pretended not to notice the pee, and it was even possible she had not noticed herself; she seemed pretty preoccupied with trying to express herself right now.
Sophie continued on.. so I was at the museum the other day.. well actually it was months ago.. anyway a bunch of the puritan faction were there making trouble and rummaging through the archives and tossing out a bunch of magazines and artefacts like music CDs.. I remember history class before the Ark about the evils of book burning so ye, I salvaged what I could. Turned out to be some music by someone called prince, and some historical womenâs health and relationship advice magazines.
Some of it was pretty racy stuff, nudes and such.. one had a pretty naughty article I really liked.. Sophie paused and giggled nervously. It suggested that before a girl started a relationship with a boy she liked.. she should test the water, see how good he is at kissing her on the lips.
Brett raised an eyebrow.. how is that naughty.. he began. She went red which was pretty cute actually, then cut him off. The ones between my legs that is.. the article suggested that relationships founded on emotional, intellectual and sexual compatibility always work best.. so it flat out suggested a girl get a boy to kiss her.. down there first, and if they both like it, then maybe ask each other out.. cause if that didnât work the relationship probably wouldnât either..
Brett was lost for words a moment. To be fair it was probably good advise, just in a pretty lewd tone. He looked at Sophieâs face a moment. He really did find her appealing, cute wavy hair, nice smile, pretty cheeks.. great support crew on his mech. Looked great in that body suit. He couldnât find anything about her that didnât appeal to him, even her wet spots. After this he should probably give her his dry pants for the walk back to save questions about her wet spot since he had not actually used his today, although if she keeps grinding up her crotch like this at his face he was likely to soil them himself with something else entirely.
Sophieâs face looked nervous and she was avoiding his eyes, looking up and off to the side somewhere. He shrugged, leaned in and kissed her dead centre on the wet camel toe of the sticky crotch of her body suit; ignoring the sticky mess and other wetness dripping out the bottom; he kept up the kiss for several minutes.
From the receiving end, however a lot more was going on. The kiss had oddly enough came as a complete surprise to Sophie; she jumped, yelled fuck and lost control of her bladder for a few seconds. Then when she realised he still had not broken the kiss even with her piss running down his chin, and looking an awful lot like he may have even accidentally swallowed some she found herself suddenly so turned on she couldnât resist wrapping her legs around his head, holding his head in place and grinding her piss soaked crotch at his mouth, panting with aroused depravity the entire time and moaning.
She was suprisingly the first one to break the âkissâ, opening her legs a little and pushing his face back, panting. She looked at his confused wet face, glistening wet with her juices and probably a lot of her pee in the fading sunset, she wanted to kiss him right back now.. was that wrong? But the angle was all wrong. Instead she smiled warmly at him, pulled the crotch of her saturated body suit over to expose her vagina then pulled his face back into it and wrapped her legs around him again. A few seconds later she moved one leg over just enough to whisper in his ear.. I donât suppose you know what a french kiss is? She asked. He shrugged without breaking the kiss, much to her delight, so she whispered again, basically what you are doing now only you stick out your tongue and lick me while you do it. He nodded, which given the position of his mouth felt pretty great too, then she put her leg back held his head and just enjoyed it; quite loudly, as he did exactly that until purely from his enthusiasm alone, he managed quite effectively to scratch that itch of hers, and she did it all over his face.
Which considering the effort involved, the amount of time he was working her with a full bladder plus her falling off the ledge onto his lap as she cum, (discovering the only way as it turns out two people can fit in the picnic shelter) she immediately starting to wet herself uncontrollably as she rest her head on his shoulder, begging him to stick his penis in her. Oddly she also felt a sudden desire to take a nap in this position, piss leaking and all. Brett laughed; after all that, he was rather keen on the same idea, and gently lifted her back on the ledge a moment to slip out of his flight suit and throw off the dry pants to pull the bottom of his own thermal body suit open and pull out the required part of his body. His body suit was more of a shorts style bottom. With the fabric out of the way he lowered her still peeing vagina exactly onto the place she had asked him to put it.
It was an inelegant coupling, since he really had no idea what he was doing, but between them their enthusiasm carried them through since they were so wound up by this point nothing could have pulled them apart until they had completely worn each other out doing it several times over. With her on his lap they really did fit just perfectly inside that little picnic shelter, so long as she scooted up onto his lap, and had him slip inside one of her available holes â something she had him try several times in each of her holes that night much to her delirious delight â since she had in fact made her territorial claim.. all over him.. several times that evening; and he was perfectly happy to let her.
They kept meeting like this each day as usual, but now of course they almost always ended up fucking or going down on each other. Eventually she started making him work through re-enacting every video on her sisters media player, which was more exciting still â there were thousands, they literally had years of material. She also found he was not bothered at all by her pissing her bodysuit panty, even when he had his mouth on it.. which only made her even more into him. Or if she turned up at the park with the bottom already wet, or soiled with tide marks.. he never rejected her - if anything she was more likely to have soiled herself now â she had discovered a love or pissing herself, and made sure to always fill her dry pant with it by the end of her daily shifts. In fact she took things so far, she made a habit of only doing it in her pants on duty or in front of Brett in the park off duty. She even convinced him to do it for her, and a couple of times even ON her too.
They had many such adventures, particularly as they had enough time each evening to copy the activities in several different videos. She even got some of those other 12 girls in on some of it, much to their delight too â some of the videos depicted group activities, and as it turned out compared to the unimaginative clinical sex with Frank; having an entire library of creative pornography made Brett and Sophie pretty popular in the bedroom; a few of the girls even got really into the pee games too; much to Sophieâs joy. Lucky that park had soft grass.. or they would have ruined a lot of bedrooms.. Also Sophie could piss the furthest of them all too.. not for want of trying by the other 12 girls, Brett or even Frank too tho, but she always managed to win.
Also helped that with the injection of 20,000 new fertile souls in a fallen society all with actual sane ideals, the vast majority of the puritan faction had either lost positions of power, abandoned such lunacy.. or started spending a lot of time making up for lost time doing the things they previously objected too.. so the activities in the park were no longer in danger of being objected to, and in some cases when several of those other 12 girls were involved, a few new participants from the ranks of the immortals joined in too!
As was expected of those from the Ark Sophie didnât even make it to the end of the year before she ended up pregnant. That was the point after all. There was a folder for that too on the media player. Her sister was one hella kinky puppy. Once she became pregnant the pair discovered a new game.. she could get away with pissing herself where ever and wearing whatever she liked.. even before the embryo was even big enough to have any effect on her bladder.. which made the filthy activity all the more sweeter for the wrongness of it, and getting away with it..
Only downside was she soon no longer fit in the picnic shelter, so they started leaning on the window to bang or eat each other from out there instead..
The human race persisted, and even with near immortal lifespans resumed reproducing, and spread out across the galaxy. Turned out there was more than a few kinky alien out there too.
It seem they all eventually lived happily, and more often than not quite wetly ever after.