Sex is Mandatory on Planet Z253

"We are at Rainbow Waterfall."

Hunter activated his comm button and joined the conversation. "Hello, Mrs. Young. We'll do that. We're safe, but we'll need help getting home."

"Okay," she responded. There was a slight pause as she was distracted. She said, "Uh oh. I have a problem. My wristband is glowing pink. I'm ovulating. I won't be able to come to get you. I have to report to the community clinic for insemination."

"Go. It's mandatory," Betsy said. "We aren't in danger. We can hang out for a couple of hours."

"I could send your father?" Mrs. Young offered.

"No," her daughter said. "If he's not your partner, the Governor will take his place and knock you up. I couldn't stand it if I had a skinny, bald brother with a high pitched voice."

They all laughed. June said, "I'll send your brother, Gunther."

As his name was spokened, the twenty-two-year-old stepped into the kitchen. He had overheard his mother talking and said, "Send me where? I'm headed to the propagation clinic this morning." He held up his wristband. It glowed pink.

"Damn it!" June cursed. She explained, "Your brother is scheduled for the clinic too."

Betsy tried to lighten the mood by saying, "I'll work on my suntan until a rescue party arrives. We'll be okay until you guys can get us."

"Okay," her mother responded. "Be safe. We'll come to get you as soon as we can. Love you. Bye."

"Love you too," Betsy said. She and Hunter turned off their comms. She turned to him and said, "So can you stand being with me for another couple of hours?"

"Yes. You know I've always had your back."

Betsy burst out laughing and covered her mouth with her hand.

"What's so funny?"

"You've always had my back," she said. "Remember in high school, how we were always lined up in alphabetical order? I was next to last and you were behind me."

"Yes. You're a 'Young' and I'm a 'Zimmerman'. My desk was behind yours. So?"

"You were always looking out for me. Once, after one of my frequent trips to the bathroom, I came back to my desk with my skirt tucked into my panties and my butt showing. You were blushing and pointing and it took me a full minute to figure out that you were trying to tell me I needed to fix my clothes.

"Then, there was the time when I had toilet paper hanging out the back of my pants. Or the worst, most embarrassing moment of my life, the time I was on my period and the end of my skirt got stuck to the sticky side of my pad after I lifted it up to pee. Not only would everyone have seen my butt and underwear, but they'd have known I was menstruating. I would have been mortified!"

Her face blushed red. So did his. He said, "I did what any good friend would do."

Before Betsy could reply, her wristband beeped and glowed pink. They both stared at it. He said, "Ah ooh. We have a problem."

She shook her wrist and said, "Really? Now? Today, my body finally decides to produce an egg?" she looked at her friend and said in a frightened voice, "Hunter, I'm ovulating!"

"That's not good."

"I know!" she said. Her voice was an octave higher than usual.

"If you don't mate, that computer on your wrist is going to cause all sorts of unpleasant things to happen."

"I know. I've been briefed. Hunter, I'm scared!" She reached out to him. He came to her and hugged her. She whimpered and tears filled her eyes. She spoke into his shoulder. "I've seen the videos of women writhing and crying out in pain. It is so important we grow our population that the Elders designed some very nasty consequences for women who refused to participate in the breeding program when they are fertile. My bracelet is going to activate sensors in my body and hurt me if I don't have intercourse soon."

Hunter said, "I've seen the videos. Population growth is essential for the colony to succeed and for mankind to survive. The consequences for those men and women who choose to opt out of the program are draconian. Electric shocks growing in intensity are administrated to coerce people who won't automatically follow the mandate."

He didn't have a solution for her so he just held her tight. They hugged in silence for a full sixty seconds. She pulled away, looked him in the eye, and said, "You're going to have to do it. You have to have sex with me."

He nodded and said, "I'm sorry there isn't another option."

She plastered the bravest smile on her face and said, "At least I didn't get paired with squeaky voice, Governor Monroe."

Hunter smiled and said, "Yeah."

They shared a nervous laugh and then she kissed him on the cheek and said, "Be gentle. It's my first time."

"Really? You're so beautiful. You never . . ." His voice trailed off.

She said, "In school, I focused on my studies and, honestly, I wasn't ready. I was going to do it with Branson the night of the prom, but he got drunk. Remember my strapless gown?"

"I pretty sure everyone does. The girls were out on display that night."

Betsy blushed, laughed, and then said, "Yes. The dress was low cut and the corset top supported and push up my bazooms. After the dance, when we were alone in a bedroom, Branson got sick and threw up. He puked on my boobs! It went down my dress! I was so skeeved out that all I could think about was getting his puke off me. When I came back after a long shower, he was asleep. I called my mom. She came and got me. I returned home intact and I'm still a virgin."

"I see. This is going to be awkward."

She nodded and said, "Yes. I want you to kiss me, fondle my breasts, and lick my pussy. Do everything a man has to do to arouse a female and prepare her for intercourse. Let's not let our feelings of embarrassment cause us to skip a step that may cause me unnecessary pain when you penetrate me."

"Understood," he said.

She planted a quick kiss on his lips and said, "First." She glanced at her bare breast and said, "Second." She looked at her crotch and said, "Third and home."

He gave her a strange look. Her words confused him.

She giggled and said, "You've been to first and second base with me. Here's hoping you slide into home safely."

He grinned and said, "You always did have a wacky sense of humor."

"It comes in handy at moments like this. I can't wait to tell my girlfriends that the first time I did it, my partner insisted I keep one boot on!"

They both laughed. The tension eased. She looked at him with big eyes and said, "We better begin or I'll be shocked."

He nodded and guided her down onto her back. He was nervous. He wasn't ready to kiss her on the lips so he turned her face away. He kissed her earlobe and then her neck.

"Oh," she gasped as dozens of thoughts ran through her mind.

He gave her soft, short kisses on the neck and jawline. His hand found her bare breast. He gently squeezed and caressed it.

"Oh," she cooed.

He felt her heart beating a mile a minute. He turned her face toward his and kissed her on the mouth. She responded and pressed her soft lips against his warm ones. The longer they kissed, the easier it became. Closed mouth kisses turned into open mouth kisses.

Biology took over. He was a good-looking guy. She was young, pretty, and in heat. Their bodies instinctively knew that they should have sex.

^^^back at the base^^^

June had done her morning routine, gotten dressed, and was fixing breakfast. Her husband returned from his morning run. He stepped into the kitchen, grabbed a glass, filled it with water from the tap, and drank deeply.

June said, "I hope you can clear your morning schedule." She held up her arm and showed him that her wristband was pink.

"Yes. No problem. Will you be wearing your sexy underwear?"

"No," she answered. The thirty-nine-year-old woman blushed. Even after twenty-one-years of being with this man, at times, she still felt like the shy, nerdy, science major in awe of the handsome college jock who had stopped to talk to her and then, asked her out on a date.

Her face was red as she said, "You know, I save my silk lingerie for our bedroom. I've got to go to the clinic and have sex with someone of my choice and two men selected by the computer. This isn't about making love, I'm being serviced like a broodmare. Since I'll be coming home with a pussy full of sperm, I'll be wearing plain cotton panties. Washability is the key factor determining what underwear I wear today."

He laughed, came up behind her, and hugged her. He thought it was cute when his super smart wife became embarrassed. She had a degree in nursing and yet when it came to sex, sometimes she acted as if she was still the cute, shy, Freshman girl with the thick glasses who didn't believe any man would find her appealing.

"You turned me down the first time I asked you out because you thought it was a prank," he said.

She sighed and leaned her head back on his chest. "I didn't think such a hottie would ever be interested in me."

He grabbed her heavy tits and gently squeezed them. She stiffened. He said, "Relax. The kids are out of the house."

He felt her relax. He continued to grope her fine pair. He said, "Braless, I see. I approve."

"What's the point?" she said. "The less I wear, the less I'll have to take off. I'll be naked soon and you and two other men will have their way with me."

"So. It's sex with multiple partners today," he teased. "Just like your old college day. I knew there was a wild, sensuous woman hiding behind your no 'No make-up, Smart Girl' demeanor. Just as I knew your baggy top was hiding these luscious C cups and those ratty sweatpants you had on were an attempt camouflage a perfectly formed ass."

"I was a good girl. A virgin when I met you. We did the multiple partners once and only because I was high. We went to a party and someone spiked the marijuana with PCP. My memory of that night is hazy. Everyone's clothes fell off. We were in a mush pit of naked bodies where everyone kissed and caressed each other."

"And sucked cock, ate pussy, and fucked. Yes. That was a good time. I remember other orgies. Don't you remember the time I caught you naked and fooling around with your roommate?"

"That was rape! Kimmy drugged us. She left you passed out on the floor. She stripped me and had oral sex with me on my bed without my consent!"

"I don't know. I didn't hear you complaining," he teased. "When I woke Kimmy had her snout between your legs. She was going to town and you were moaning up a storm."

June spun around. Her eyes were flashing lightning bolts, she pounded on his muscular chest ineffectively, and said, "She had a psychological break down caused by the pressure of her exams. She drugged us and had her way with me. Thank God you woke up and stopped her before she had a chance to fuck me with her strap-on."

"Yes. That dildo was huge. I'd imagine it could have done some damage. Okay, I won't count that one, but there's still that time on spring break. We were in Florida. I changed the tire of that couple in their forties who owned a vintage automobile. To thank me, they invited us to their beach house and gave us champagne. We went skippy dipping in their pool and fucked side-by-side in the moonlight. Round two had me dipping my wick into the cougar while the dapper man plunged his cock into you."

He smiled and said, "And then there was the time at the rock concert and the time we went skiing. And neither of us had slept with a black person, so we swung with a nice couple from Charleston and remember, we met those cool Brits and loved their posh accents . . ."

Her face turned red. She smiled and changed her story.

"Like I said, I participated in a dozen or so orgies before we landed on this planet. I was a shy girl growing up. I didn't really date until college where I met this super handsome, super confident guy who brought out the inner slut in me. The bastard popped my cherry, impregnated me, and introduced me to his hedonistic lifestyle!"

The two of them laughed. She pulled out of his grasp and said, "Go take a shower. I'll see you at the love nest in the propagation center. I'm heading over to see if other women are ovulating."

"Liar! You want to see who's on your list!" her husband razzed her.

"Yes," she confessed. "We agreed that since we were going to be forced to have sex with other partners it was okay to enjoy it. I'm curious who my other lovers are and I'm hoping they are fun. Per our agreement, I will share every detail with you tonight."

"And I'll get so fucking hard, I'll pound your pretty little pussy until we both explode!"

^^^back to kids^^^

After necking an adequate amount of time, Hunter slid down to her breasts. He groped the clothed one and studied the naked one up close. She was blessed with full, round breasts. The teenager's nipples, like her breasts, were unexpectedly mature. Many teenage women have dime-sized areolas that, when erect, form small peaks. Not this girl. Her dark, reddish tinted areolas were two inches in diameter and supported an impressively long and thick nipple.

He latched on to the exposed one and suckled.

"Oh. Oh," she groaned.

He sucked for a long time. She grew wet. He became erect. He toyed with her teat sucking, licking, nipping, and then, ignoring it as he fondled the fleshy part of her boob.

"Argh. Don't stop sucking," she whimpered and protested his neglect of her nub.

He smiled and said, "There'll be more of that. I want to feel my skin on your skin. Let's get undressed." He stood and stripped off his boots and clothes.

She giggled when she saw his hard, heavy dick and said, "Nice one."

"Oh, you're an expert, I suppose," he teased.

"No," she said and her face blushed red. "But I hear things. Women talk. Those who've been matched with you at the propagation parties sing the praises of you and your equipment. Oh my God! Have you been with my mother?"

"No."

"Thank goodness!" She shivered and said, "I don't know why that would bother me. It's not like either of you have a choice over the person you are matched up with."

He said, "I think our parents have had sex."

"Can we not talk about who our moms and dads are screwing?"

"Deal. Let's get you undressed."

He knelt in the sand, untied the boot on her good foot, removed it, and peeled off her sock. She sat up and pulled down the top of her torn jumpsuit exposing her other breast.

"No bra?" he teased.

She blushed and replied, "No. I got dressed in a hurry this morning and the suit has built-in support." She lay down and said, "I'll lift my hips while you pull on the pant legs."

He tugged and the pants came off. She pulled her good leg free. The jumpsuit fabric clumped around her injured foot. He spied her cartoonish, low rise panties. He laughed and said, "Nice. Betty Boop. A classic."

She was defensive as she explained, "They're fun and comfortable. This morning I dressed for me. I wasn't expecting to be showing anyone my panties."

"I'm sorry for being an asshole. This is hard enough without me teasing you about your underwear. Do you want to keep them on a while longer?"

"No. Let's get it over with."

She lay back and lifted her butt again. He came forward and rolled her panties down. She bent her knee and pulled her right leg out of them. Betty Boop joined the jumpsuit in a heap around her twisted ankle.

Hunter looked up at her nude body and said, "Wow! You're beautiful."

"Not too hairy? I hear some men like pussies with no hair."

He touched her shaved, toned leg, looked at the fur at the junction of her legs, and said, "Some men are jerks. You're perfect. Trimmed is good enough."

He crawled up beside her. He ran his hands over her thighs, through her wiry, brown curls, across her stomach and breasts. He said, "You are gorgeous."

She blushed. His light touch made her body tingle. He leaned in, lay partial on her, and kissed her hungrily.

"Mmmm," she moaned. When the kiss ended, she said, "You were right. Skin on skin is nice."

They kissed and touched each other. He caressed her breasts. She played with his dick. She squeezed and stroked it. He sucked on both her boobs.

"Oh. I feel my body getting warm and my pussy getting wet," she said. She cradled his head and pulled it to her chest. He continued his good efforts and she benefited from it.

He snaked a hand down her belly and raked his fingers through her dark, brown bush. He located her slit, gathered her moisture on his fingertips, and used it to aid him as he rubbed her sex.

"Oh. Oh!"

She moved her hips and spread her legs to enhance her pleasure and to encourage him to continue.

He did. He dipped a finger into her pussy and then played with her clit. Fluid gushed from her vagina. She didn't know what made it happen. She felt herself get very wet and knew that the moisture came from inside her.

She moaned approvingly, "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Her pussy perfumed the air around them. She stuttered and said, "Ah. Ah. Sorry about the odor. It's so strong."

He looked at her face. Her eyes were opened wide and her cheeks flushed. He spoke calmly to reassure her, "There's no need to be embarrassed. What we smell is not an objectional odor. That is your scent, the nature bouquet of an aroused woman. Men like it. I like your musk."

He pulled his fingers from her sex, brought them to his mouth, sniffed them, and licked them. "Lovely. Delicious." He craved more and dove between her legs to drink the heavenly nectar straight from the source.

Betsy applauded his decision and cried out, "Yes! Yes!" She felt warm all over.

Hunter felt good and warm all over too. He savored her salty, pungent flavor.

"Oh, God! Oh! That feels good," she cried. "I think I'm ready. I doubt I can get any wetter down there."

"Okay," he said. He raised up and licked his lips like a man who didn't want to waste a drop. He crawled on the sand and knelt between her legs. He touched the tip of his dick to her sex and said, "I agree you're plenty wet. Shall I?"

"Aye. Slide into home base." She joked to mask her fear.

He nodded and pushed through her trimmed pubes.

"Oh!" she gasped sharply when the head passed through her outer labia. It was at the entrance of her vagina.

He stopped, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "You okay?"

She exhaled slowly and said, "I'm all right. I'm nervous and your thick dick scared me as it forced my petals open. Go on. Push your dick into me. SLOWLY! Please."

Hunter smiled and pressed on. He hit her hymen and blew past it. He stopped when she shouted.

"Fuck! That smarted. I think you just destroyed my maidenhead!"

"Definitely. Sorry. Too much? Too fast?"

"No." She took a deep breath to calm and center herself. She looked up at him and said, "This is all so new and frightening. I have to give you credit, Hunter. You got me ready and you're being kind and careful. Still, I'm finding this overwhelming."

She paused, smiled, and said, "Do it. Do me."

Hunter thrust and drove his dick further into her. He watched his hard cock slowly disappear into her pussy and he smiled.

"Ohhhh," she cooed.

He looked up at her face. It was as if her groan reminded him that another person was there and participating in the pleasurable act. He noted that she had mouth open and her eyes closed. Then, his gaze drifted down to her large breasts and their large teats. He reached out, grabbed one, and twisted the thick, dark nipple.

He heard her moan and saw her body shiver. He bottomed out and savored being buried to the hilt in her young, tight pussy. He withdrew his penis and sank it in over and over again. Betsy moaned and her body trembled. He was considerate. Since this was her first time, he was very careful.

It was exciting fucking this pretty woman. He'd fantasized for years about being with her and having sex with her. He enjoyed her amazing body doubly so because he never thought he'd be doing this.