Sex is Mandatory on Planet Z253

"Ah, yes. To be young again," Doris sighed. "If it was me on the table, my sagging breasts would be on the floor!"

The women laughed.

Then, the doctor sat on a stool and rolled over in between the teenager's legs. Her mother stood behind her. Both women looked at her furry sex. Dr. Shepherd reached out and touched Betsy's vulva. Then, she brushed her pubic hair aside and touch and examined her labia and vaginal opening.

"Everything looks okay," Doris said. She applied lubricant to the fingers of one gloved hand and said, "I'm going to slip two fingers into your vagina, okay?"

"Yes."

She slid them in and felt around. "Everything feels fine to me. Any pain?"

"No."

"Good." The doctor withdrew her fingers, pulled off her gloves, and said, "You're in tip-top shape. I don't see any problems. You can get dressed. After you have your jumpsuit on, I'll fit you for the boot and show you how to put it on and take it off. You both will be scheduled to be with three men tomorrow."

The doctor stood. She went and got a walking boot while Betsy dressed. When she returned she explained how to put it on and take it off. Together, she and Betsy put it on.

Then, the doctor went over to a computer terminal and she hit a few keys and up popped a list of names. Dr. Shepherd said, "Betsy, these are the men the computer has selected for you. Come have a look."

Betsy and her mother came over and saw two dozen names on the screen.

Doris said, "I can give you the choice you were denied yesterday. Pick one and he'll be your first partner tomorrow."

Betsy scanned the list. Many were men twenty years older than she was. She said, "I'd like someone my age." She read the list and found a cute boy her age. She said, "Sage Rider."

"Sage, it is," Dr. Shepherd said with a smile. She hit a key and locked in her choice. An e-mail was sent to Sage telling him to report to the clinic tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. His wristband would glow pink tomorrow morning.

"The other two men will be selected by the computer. June, as usual, your three partners will be selected for you. Any questions?"

The two women shook their heads. Dr. Shepherd said, "Okay. See you tomorrow."

^^^

The Governor was alone at his desk in his office. His wristband flashed blue. By the number of flashes, he knew the alert involved the propagation center. He said, "Let's see what this is about. Any distraction that takes me away from reviewing budget numbers is a welcomed break."

He tapped some keys on his computer and read the message. "Well. Well. Well. If this isn't good news. So Betsy Young has finally ovulated. That hot young daughter of the hot, sexy nurse. This is good news indeed."

He typed on the computer. "I had scheduled myself to be with the mother tomorrow. A couple of keystrokes and now I will have the pleasure of having the daughter." He laughed as he put the order in place.

"I'll throw a bone to my partner in crime who made all this possible. I'll make Dr. Monson one of her partners too. After me, of course."

^^^

The next morning, June and Betsy went to the propagation center. Florence, the receptionist, greeted them. "Good morning, ladies. Betsy, you poor thing. Injured and out in the wilds when your first egg drops. Thank God, Hunter was with you."

"Yes."

Florence was a pleasant, chubby, middle-aged woman. She smiled and said, " Betsy, you're in room #1. June, you have room #2. Do you need me to take you to your assigned rooms?"

"No, Flo," June said. "I know the way. I'll get her settled in and explain the setup."

Florence held up some papers and said, "These are the men you are being paired with today. Good luck. I hope you get pregnant."

"Thanks," June said. She grabbed the papers, looped her arm through her daughter's arm, and led her into room #1.

Betsy said, "Wow! This isn't what I expected. It's luxurious and there's a nice bathroom. I was expecting a Spartan, sterile space."

Her mother laughed and said, "The idea was to make it seem like a five-star resort. It has mood lighting, speakers for music, a full bar, and a large bed with rich bedcoverings. It's supposed to reassure us and put us in the mood for sex."

"Sex for procreation."

"Yes. Here are the rules. This isn't about love or making love this is about making babies. You don't have to kiss anyone. The men are supposed to be considerate, but the concept of being gentle varies greatly from guy to guy. Don't be afraid to speak up if they are too rough, aggressive, or boorish."

"Okay."

"This is awkward for us and them. Some of the men . . . I'm not sure how to phrase this so I'll blurt it out. Some of the men will have trouble getting an erection. They're nervous, embarrassed, have a wife or girlfriend, etc . . . You may have to help them out."

"What will I have to do?"

"For starters, you'll be naked. The men are allowed to look and to touch you. They can caress your body, suck on your nipples, and lick your vagina. Nothing rough is allowed. No spanking. No BDSM. No anal. That is usually enough for most men to get it up. However, you may need to give some a handjob or blowjob.

"They can request a position or ask you to join them in the shower. You can decline. The sex should be done safely and to a conclusion for the men. Most women don't orgasm. If the guy hasn't been a jerk, we usually let them lay with us, and enjoy the afterglow of their climax."

"I see."

"He'll leave. When you are ready for the next man, push this button." June gestured to a green button by the door. "This turns on a light outside that lets the next candidate know he can enter and unlocks the door."

June walked over to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and said, "In here is a vibrator. There is also lubricant. Any questions?"

"I guess not. I'm going to be fucked in a pretty setting as humanely as possible."

"That's about it," June said and gave her child a wry grin. "Let's see your list."

Betsy handed it over. June read it and smirked. She said, "Sage is a good one to start with. The young ones are usually shy and polite. I see the Governor is on the list and the top doctor. They've had me. The computer has us organized into classes by education levels, health, and occupations. Since your dad and I are considered highly skilled professionals, we are in group #1.

"The children are normally placed in the same group as their parents. If the kids are exceptional, they can be bumped up a class. If the child has health or learning issues, they are demoted. You and your brother are in our group. We are most often paired with the elite and their families."

"Genetics. Put the best with the best and hope for the best," Betsy said.

"Yes. The men on your list aren't warm and fuzzy, but it could be worse. They will be clean."

She hugged her child and said, "Good luck. I'll wait for you in the lobby. Get undress and when you're ready, push the green button."

June left her daughter and went into room #2.

Betsy went to the bathroom, peed, cleaned up, and took off her clothes. She'd worn a skirt so her walking boot wouldn't complicate getting undressed. She looked at her body in the mirror. She touched her stomach and asked, "Baby, are you in there?"

She returned to the bedroom, pushed the green button, and turned down the bedcovers. She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed and her hands on her lap waiting for her first partner.

A minute later, Sage entered. The young man was a year older and several inches taller than she was. He had long, curly, brown hair that cascaded down to his shoulders. He was a good-looking man. He was wearing a robe. He said, "Hi". His eyes locked on her bare tits.

"Hi." She self-consciously raised an arm and covered her breasts.

He took off his robe and hung it on a hook. His cock was rock hard. Her eyes focused on it. He noticed and apologized. "I'm sorry. I can't help that I have an erection. Yesterday, when I learned I was going to be paired with you, I got a hard-on. I woke up this morning with one and I've been stiff for nearly an hour. I've always thought you're hot. And wow! Seeing you naked removes all doubt. You are super hot."

She giggled nervously, "I guess I should take it as a compliment."

He glanced at her boot and said, "I heard you sprained your ankle and were stranded outside the compound when your bracelet activated. That must have been scary."

"Yes. Thank goodness Hunter was with me."

He came over and sat beside her. He grabbed her arm and moved it off her chest. "You're beautiful and these. . . These are magnificent. I've never seen a finer pair."

He stared at her tits. He reached out and touched them without asking. He didn't bother with any small talk to put her at ease. He guided her to her back and focused all his attention on her boobs. His hands groped them. His mouth kissed and sucked on her big breasts. She was distressed by his behavior. He didn't seem to notice or care.

He spent a lot of time enjoying her breasts. Periodically, he'd moan or say something like, "Awesome!" or "Amazing!"

He slid on top of her. His dick pressed against her sex.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Doing the deed," he said. "Thanks for letting me play with your tits. It's time to do what we're here to do." He got on up on his knees, grabbed his cock, and placed it on her slit.

"Wait! I'm not ready."

"What?"

"I'm not ready. I'm not wet."

"Didn't you? You know, masturbate and lube up?" he asked. His face showed a look of surprise.

"No! I thought we'd spend some time together and you'd prepare me."

"That's not normally how it's done. This isn't a date. Most women, especially the older ones, want to get it over with as fast as possible. I thought I was lucky you allowed me some time to slobber on your boobs."

"Oh. I see. Give me a second. There's some lube in the drawer."

He moved aside. She rolled over, got the lube, removed the cap, and squeezed some onto her hand. She reached for his dick.

He said, "Woah! Don't. If you touch me, I'm liable to shot my load into your hand. Lube your cunt."

She stared at him thinking, "This is surreal. Did he really say 'cunt'? I'm not rubbing my pussy in front of him." She said, "Excuse me."

She went into the bathroom. Her boot made a loud clunking noise on the ceramic floor. She closed the door and rubbed the lubricant on her vulva and in her vagina. She closed her eyes, thought of Hunter, and masturbated until her own lubricant was present. Then, she washed her hands and stepped into the bedroom.

Sage was laying on the bed lightly stroking his cock. He smiled when he saw her and asked, "Ready?"

"Sure."

She climbed on the bed and lay on her back. He lay on top of her and poked around until he found her sweet spot and then, he drove his dick into her.

"Ohh," he moaned. "I love being inside you."

"Ah. Ah," she cried. It hurt as his dick slid inside her. She wasn't as ready as she'd thought or as he'd expected.

A dozen pumps later, he cried out, "Oh! Awesome!" He climaxed and filled her sore pussy with cum. He lay on top of her like a dying fish. He flopped about and gasped for air. She pushed on his chest and he rolled off.

A minute later, he said, "That was great." He grabbed a hand towel off the nightstand, cleaned his dick, and dropped it in a hamper. He put on his robe, smiled at her, and said, "See you around." Out the door he went.

She cried. "That was horrible. So disappointing." She sobbed a bit. Then got up and went to the toilet. She expelled as much of his semen as she could and then pissed on it. She washed her hands and face, looked into the mirror, and said, "You can get through this. Now you know. This process has nothing to do with love or pleasure."

Her boot clunked on the floor. On her way back to bed, she pressed the green button. She got in bed and pulled the sheet up to her chin.

^^^room #2 -- first guy^^^

After June left her daughter, she went to room #2. She pressed the green button and began getting ready. Charles entered the room soon after and said, "Hi, June."

"Hey, Chuck. Sorry, I'm not undressed. I'll be ready for you in a jiffy," she said. She was sitting on the edge of the bed. She removed her second shoe.

"No problem." he took off his robe and hung it up. He stood completely naked. He was fit and had a great head of hair. He teased her and said, "How you give me a strip tease?" He strutted and sang "The Stripper" song phonetically, "Baaaaaaaah dah buh dah, buh bop buh dah."

They both laughed. "What the hell!" she said. "You sing. I'll strip."

"Baaaaaaaah dah buh dah . . ." he started up again. June stripped to his extemporaneous big band performance. She was soon naked. She playfully shook her tits and then, in a sassy manner, wiggled her butt at him. They both had to stop because they were laughing so hard.

They sat on the bed, smiling and gasping for air. She said, "That's the most I've laughed in a while. Thanks, Chuck."

"Me too," he responded. "May I kiss you?"

"Yes, and we are going to do more than kiss, my old friend."

June leaned in and kissed him full on the lips in direct disregard of the rules of this place. June had learned in college that disregarding society's rules when it came to sex was a hell of a lot of fun. She and her husband had continued their hedonistic ways on Planet Z253. Charles and his wife, Maggi, were their first swinging partners on this new world.

^^^a Wednesday twenty-two months earlier^^^

"Mrs. Winderman, I'm going to open up your gown so I can do a breast exam," Dr. Doris Shepherd explained in a calm, even voice. June stood silently off to the side.

"Okay," the obese woman who was perched on the edge of the exam table said. She was huge. The exam gown looked like it was made for a child. It was an extra-large. It was the largest size they had and it wasn't big enough for the morbidly obese woman.

Dr. Shepherd untied the fasteners on the paper thin, open-in-the-front gown. She pulled it to the side to expose her breasts. They were huge, torpedo-shaped boobs. The thick, pale zeppelins sagged and rested on the woman's huge stomach.

Per her usual practice, the doctor viewed the breasts looking for anomalies. The next step was to feel the flesh searching for lumps. She pressed with her fingers on the top and sides of the pendulous breasts.

"Uh," Doris grunted as she hefted one large, heavy boob to examine the underside of it.

Then it happened. Mrs. Winderman sneezed violently. Her body lurched forward sending the doctor careening across the room. Next, Mrs. Winderman rocked backward to stop herself from crashing to the floor.

The quick back and forth movements were too much for Mrs. Winderman to control. She lost her balance and began to tumble over.

June was in the room assisting the doctor. She saw all this. She quickly stepped to the doctor's aid and caught her before she crashed into the counter. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mrs. W teetering and falling off the exam table. She moved quickly in her direction and reached out to catch the behemoth.

"Ahh!" Mrs. Winderman cried out as she felt herself falling.

"Ahhhh!" June cried out as she struggled to keep the unsteady patient from falling on the floor. She succeeded in stabilizing Mrs. W and prevented the fall, but she wrenched her back.

This all happened in a second or two. When the event was over, Dr. Shepherd asked, "Is everyone all right?"

"Yes. Sorry for knocking you across the room," Mrs. W apologized. She turned to June and said, "Thank you for stopping me from falling."

"You're welcome," June wheezed. She was not standing normally. Her body was crooked. Out of its normal alignment. She rubbed her lower back, her face grimaced in pain, and she said, "My back hurts."

"Go. Rest," the doctor said. "I'll finish the exam."

June limped out of the room.

^^^

June got herself a drink of water. She rested and tried to stretch her lower back to rid herself of the pain.

Doris finished the exam, found June, and asked, "Does your back still hurt?"

"Yes."

"Go home and rest. Would you like a pill for the pain?"

"No thanks." She laughed and said, "This sounds funny coming from a nurse, but I don't like taking medicine. This has happened before. A good, deep tissue, back massage usually fixes the problem."

Dr. Shepherd touched her comm button and said, "Maggie, it's Doris Shepherd."

A woman responded, "What's up, Doc?"

"A nurse of mine has been injured. She's hurt her lower back. Can I send her over for one of your fabulous massages? It's an emergency."

"Okey-dokey."

"Thanks. She's on her way."

^^^

"Get naked, Bitch!" Maggie shouted when June stepped into her salon.

June was shocked by her language. She stared at the small women in cotton, drawstring shorts and a top with a mandarin collar and a zipper in the front. The petite, forty-five-years-old blond looked good in the casual, capri-colored outfit. The light blue spa uniform matched her sparkling eyes.

June looked around. Maggie ran the best hair salon and spa on Z253. Eddie, one of her stylists, did June's hair. Usually, the place was packed with women getting manicures, pedicures, massages, and having their hair done. She was surprised to discover they were alone.

Maggie laughed. She had a sexy laugh. It was deep and throaty. It started out as a whisper and when she was laughing full out, you weren't sure if she was guffawing or orgasming. Her laugh was full of sounds that other women make when they're having great sex.

"Don't worry. It's just us. The shop isn't open on Wednesdays and I took advantage of that fact to surprise you with my potty mouth."

"Oh. I'm sorry to call you in on your day off."

"No problem. This is an emergency. So you hurt your back?"

"Yes. Mrs. Winderman slipped. I moved quickly to stopped her from falling. And, well, you know how large she is. I strained my back. It hurts like hell. I don't like to take pain pills. Massages have relieved the pain in the past. I was hoping you could ease the muscle spasms and inflammation."

"I have the massage room ready. Go in, get undressed, and I join you in a minute."

"Thanks.

Maggie opened the door. June stepped inside. The door closed automatically behind her. Soft music was playing. The room was dimly lite. Scented candles provided a pleasant aroma. In the tranquil setting, June stripped, she lay naked and face down on the massage table.

A minute later, Maggie entered the room. She saw a lovely, tanned bottom. She snickered and said, "I love casual day. I see you do too."

"Huh?"

Maggie smiled broadly, walked over to the massage table, patted her naked butt, and said, "Most clients cover as much of themselves as they can so I keep a half dozen towels sitting out on the counter. I see you didn't grab one. Then, most women don't have a bum as fine as yours."

"Oh. I'm sorry if I've breached protocol. I'm in so much pain all concerns about modesty have gone out the window. If you prefer I be covered . . ."

"No. Actually, the towels are a nuisance. They fall off or get in the way. I only use them because the shy customers insist. I'm guessing your lack of tan lines mean you're not shy."

"No," June giggled. "Like you, in my profession, I've seen it all. I'm used to seeing private bodies parts. A person gets acclimated to nudity and it's no longer a big deal. Personally, I find that being nude is fun and freeing. And my husband likes me best unclothed."

Maggie laughed heartily. "Yes. Men adore a naked woman. Even a flat-chested, flat-bottom girl like me." As she said flat-chested, Maggie quickly pulled down her zipper and flashed her small, tanned tits, nipples and all. She left the zipper down. She looked hot like an actress on the red carpet wearing a gown with a severe plunging neckline.