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The breeding stallion part 1
Nobody knows exactly where he came from, the virus, which exterminated almost half of humanity. He was probably conceived by a crazy scientist who thought they were particularly smart to develop a retrovierus that affects the Y chromosome and thus turns off the enemy male soldiers. But as in so many bad films, there was somehow an accident and the virus broke out. Within six months, the male population of the genus had shrunk to less than 1.5%.
And where there was no workforce or specialist staff, even within 10 years not only the industry and infrastructure, but also the rest of the community collapsed. If we had heard of the one who wanted a quota for women.
Well, a good 30 years after the incident, we live in an almost agricultural society. There are no longer big cities, no cities, no global corporations. And only 5% of all boys still survive the first 10 years.
In order to secure humanity’s continued existence, every woman is now obliged to at least four times pregnant To become in the hope of witnessing male descendants.
Nobody could foreseen what that means for us men. First we were almost worn on our hands. We were taken care of, lived in luxury, got the best food, soft beds and were able to choose the women we wanted to mate. But the more dramatic the situation became, the more drastically the measures became.
I was born shortly after the disaster. As a little boy I knew mine Mother Not, but I had a good 20 women who always made sure that I was fine and nothing was missing in. There was no such thing as a school education, but I was brought up in how to mate women. Using the living example, women and those with a toy called Strapon showed me a strap -on art penis, which is the most fun position of women and with which the chance of pregnancy was best.
I received anatomical lessons so that I knew every erogenic zone of the woman and also knew how to stimulate it best. When I got older, I was allowed to occasionally do practical exercises in terms of finger or tongue technology. There was still space for reluctance at the time. Because only when I was 18 did I my first time.
It was a big celebration, a real ritual the same. I was washed in the morning. Margit, a very busty, full woman around 50 led me to the pool. She took off the white robe that she always wore before led me to the bathroom.
The falling fabric revealed the view of her female, round body. Her full face was framed with black, shoulder -length hair. The full breasts are already hanging because she had already fulfilled her and even three of her children were boys, but they were really huge for that. Her ass was just as plump.
The fat pads on the hips had never bothered me because they make them so soft and cuddly.
Lovingly as always she is one. Today I also saw something new in her eyes, lust and desire. She washed my hair, the upper body, but she dealt with my penis for a particularly long time. She rubbed her on me so that I could feel her full breasts on my back.
That didn’t stay with me without reaction. My tail began to stiffen slowly and stand off the body. When Margit saw that, she kept going over her lips with her tongue and if he had another one. I groaned as she rubbed her stiff nipples on my back.
The warm soap water spilled between us and made her skin so slippery. I turned around and kissed her pressing. Your hand was still on my cock. She rubbed it gently until he was in its full splendor.
She put one leg on the edge of the pelvis so that I could easily reach her meaty column. My fingers had often researched the pussy of a woman in class. As of today, I was also allowed to put another part of the body in.
Margit groaned loudly when I massaged her clit with my index finger in a circular.
My middle finger slipped deeper and deeper into this not only wet paradise, which is not only wet with bathing water. I was careful during class and knew where the G-spot was. I found it quickly and massaged him hard. Margit screamed slightly for lust and pressed the nipples of her huge breasts into my mouth so that I could suck on it.
Then she shaken her orgasm. Her love juice ran over my hand hot and slippery. Now I wanted more. I pressed her to the edge of the pelvis and she raised her Legs, so that I could see directly into the wide, wet, waiting column.
With both hands she pulled her labia apart. My cock twitched slightly when I started the glans. Now it should be.
The door flew out loudly.
Sandra stood in the room. She was what I would call the main supervisor today. At that time she still seemed like a leader. In terms of age, she was five years older than me, grown up, slim, with small but fine breasts that I could not only guess what she was wearing through what she was wearing.
You were subject to the women who took care of me and some other men. She was never really likeable to me. Now her delicate doll face was soothed. The long white blonde hair, which she had strictly bound to a ponytail that almost went to her knees, was still underlining the picture.
“You know that he is only allowed after the ceremony!“She crowded Margit.
“Get out of the pool with you. That will still have an aftermath!“Margit got up anxiously and got her robe. Wet and naked she pushed past Sandra and ran down the aisle.
“And now to you”, she looked at me a little milder.“I know that our survival depends on your tail carriers, but that’s why you don’t have to Animals behavior and climb everything a hole has. Turn together until tonight! In two hours you will receive your ceremony and believe me, you need every little stability you can apply.
When the washing you to end, then put on your ceremonial robes that are ready in your room and then wait until you get you. And woe you play around beforehand!”
With that she turned and hit the door behind her. Mine erection Leave slowly, especially since I licked my hand with pleasant marty juice juice. Since I didn’t know it any other way, I followed Sandra’s words and carefully made myself ready for the ceremony.
Sequel follows…
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