Misc. Erotica The Problem With Immortality

"Many?" said Anson.

"You are going to inseminate and impregnate me multiple times, Anson Ford," said Jennifer, telling him the facts of life as her breasts pressed down on his chest, as her pubic hair and vaginal lips rubbed against his penis in a way that pleased both of them.

"I am?"

"Children are a gift. Think how much richer our lives have been with Judy."

"You're right."

"I want more, Anson. Many more. But only high quality children. I want genetic material from the best source," Jennifer said, grabbing his penis. She slowly inserted it back into him.

"I can't get you pregnant right now," said Anson.

"We can practice, can't we?" Jennifer grinned, as she started to ride him up and down. "And when we do have kids, they won't be ball and chains around our necks. We'll still be able to travel and do things. We'll have robots to take care of all the mundane tasks like diaper changes and midnight feedings."

"I thought you didn't like robots," said Anson, breathing a little faster now.

"Robots have evolved since I had Judy. And so has my thinking," said Jennifer, riding him faster.

"I love you, Jennifer Spaulding," said Anson.

"There is no Jennifer Spaulding," said Jennifer, slowing down her pace, going up and down on him much slower, now.

"No?" said Anson.

Jennifer shook her head slowly as she moved up and down. "Jennifer Spaulding led a short, unhappy life. She only lived for 23 years. She lived life with blinders over her eyes. Blinders that were only lifted when she met you," said Jennifer.

She started to ride him a little more rapidly now. "Now Jennifer Ford, on the other hand, that lovely woman who I almost murdered, she loves you without reservation. She loves you so much that she wants to spend eternity with you, my love." She started to pump faster against him now. "You made Jennifer Ford everything she was, you shaped her, you sculpted her, just as Jennifer Ford shaped and sculpted you, my love." She started to rotate her hips, rubbing the slick walls of her vagina against his organ. "Jennifer Ford loves you without reservation. Jennifer Ford wants to bear all your children, and love you forever."

"I love you, Jennifer Ford."

"And I love you, Anson Ford."

And with that declaration, they both stared at the depths of love in each other's eyes, and they both gasped, and climaxed.

"Lovely, isn't it," said Abba, looking out the kitchen window, as Heycom hugged her.

"Yes," said Heycom, smiling.

They watched Jennifer riding up and down on Anson, her magnificent breasts jolting up and down.

"How is it they don't go sideways?" Abba wondered.

"It's just another miracle from the world of science," said Heycom smugly.

They both watched as Jennifer's heavy breasts bounced up and down. Her face was a mask of concentration.

"You know, this makes me want to open up a small bed and breakfast," said Heycom.

"Why, so you can see women fucking with big titties?" Abba asked.

"Yes, that and it might be nice to have a change."

"We haven't had a change in a while," said Abba, watching Jennifer's nipples flash red.

"That's why I think it might be time for one," said Heycom.

They watched in fascination as Jennifer's nipples flash red faster and faster; first intermittently, and then constantly. And then both she and Anson cried out, and they saw milk spurt out of her titties.

Abba felt Heycom's hands on her breasts. "Does that excite you?" Abba asked.

"Perhaps," said Heycom, fondling her.

"It's a pity I can't give you the kind of pleasure that she can," said Abba wistfully.

"A pity," Heycom agreed.

"My breasts are hanging down to my knees," said Abba.

"Maybe I can help point them in the right direction," said Heycom, rubbing a finger over a nipple.

"And my vagina is dryer than the Sahara desert," said Abba.

Heycom turned her face towards his. "Maybe we can pray for rain."

"You can't actually be attracted to me, not at this age, can you?" said Abba, searching his eyes.

"You're right," said Heycom. "We still have two years until we get rejuvenated. Perhaps I should make arrangements with Madame Wagner in town, until you can properly pleasure me again."

"You do and I'll cut it off!" said Abba. She gave him a domineering look, and, grabbing him by the belt, towed him towards the bedroom.

Jennifer and Anson lay together, just feeling the contact of their naked bodies, between sexual episodes. Jennifer didn't know how many times they performed the act that day. Anson seemed inexhaustible, and she knew that she certainly was. As they lay together, Jennifer picked up stray thoughts from his mind.

"You don't like the extra nipples?"

"That's not fair," said Anson. "You can read my mind, but I can't read yours."

"Only for a few days more, my love," said Jennifer, brushing his hair with her fingers as she smiled at him. "I can have the extra nipples undone. All of it, if you like."

Anson smiled and nodded.

"I don't want a day to go by without having your sperm inside of me," said Jennifer, whispering in his ear, after they had made love again. "It makes me feel whole. It makes me feel complete. You complete me."

"And you complete me," said Anson, staring at her body. He saw an odd expression on her face. "What?"

"You like the breasts," said Jennifer.

"What?"

"You don't want me to reverse my breast enlargement. My second breast enlargement, I should add. What's the matter, didn't you like it when I moved up to a C cup?"

"I love you however you are," said Anson.

She gave him a knowing look.

"All right, when I reverse everything else, I'll keep the larger breasts," said Jennifer.

They were still lying together. Neither wanted it to end. "I can see from your mind that we overlapped a lot more than I first thought. It seems we were at the Schlong Aus Monastery at the same time."

"We were?"

"Um hm. And you were turned into a fish at about the same time I was turned into a dolphin."

"You did that at the same time I did?"

"I can see from your mind that the timing was nearly identical. And you did volunteer work in the Bahamas, while I was doing it in France. And when I turned into a giant, you were there to watch-"

"Jennifer, I wasn't following you," said Anson.

"I know that, my sweet. We were drawn together."

Anson said, "When I think about it, it's really frightening. You almost erased your memory. You almost had yourself recycled. If things had turned out just a little differently... we would never have come back together."

"That's where you're wrong, my love," said Jennifer, putting a finger to his lips, tracing them slowly. "There was no way we were ever not going to be together again. It was fate."

"I thought you didn't believe in fate."

"I do now. How else can you explain all these coincidences, where we were in the same places at the same time? Something was drawing us together. You can call it love, you can call it fate, but whatever you call it, it was something beyond our understanding, a connection between us that's too powerful to be severed." She kissed him. "If I had gone through with the erasure, I'm convinced I would have found you and fallen in love with you all over again."

"And if you had been recycled?"

"I'm convinced something would have happened to swoop me out of that awful Departure Chair before I lay down on it."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because we were meant to be together, my love," said Jennifer. "If it hadn't happened in this way, if you hadn't fallen, by completely random chance, into Heycom's hands, we would have found each other again. It could have happened in one of a hundred different ways. The only thing I am absolutely certain of is that it would have happened. Ours is a love that will never die, my love."

"My love," Anson echoed her words.

"You like being squirted with my milk," said Jennifer suddenly, as they lay together.

"What?"

"You're smiling and thinking of how when I had my orgasm, I squirted you with milk from my tits, and how much you enjoyed it."

"Jennifer, this mind reading really isn't fair..."

"Is it?" she said wickedly, grabbing his penis and waggling it like a joystick. "At first I thought you wanted me to reverse everything that had been done to me. Then you said you wanted me to keep the larger breasts. And now you're saying you like the milk. Is there anything else you want me to keep?"

"Ah..."

"Anson, I know what you're thinking....."

"I like your new tightness, inside," said Anson, a little embarrassed. "And how your vaginal lips grab me... grab me down there. And that low moan! That was so sexy!"

"And...?" Jennifer smiled at him.

"And... the way your areolas and labia light up when you come, that's... that was nice too.... "

"So what do you want me to reverse, darling?"

"Just the extra nipples. And the arrows. I don't need directions, I know where to go."

Jennifer laughed and hugged him.

"Darling, we have to go to Venice the first chance we get."

"Of course. But why?"

"To make some new memories."

"Darling?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Would you ever consider getting metal tipped testicles?"

"Why?"

"They clank when you bang me."

"No, Jennifer."

"It never hurts to ask."

"There are going to be some changes in our lives, Anson," Jennifer announced, as she pressed against him in the late afternoon sun.

"Only some changes?" said Anson.

"From time to time, I am going to require you to take a lover," said Jennifer, matter of factly, as if she were discussing a shopping list.

"You are?" said Anson.

"Yes. Judy convinced me of this."

"She did?"

"Our little girl is pretty smart, Anson."

"I know that."

"She made me see the errors of my way."

"The errors of your way?"

"When you left me, after 311 years-"

"Of which I am eternally sorry-"

Jennifer put a hand over his mouth. "No, dear, shhh, please let me finish. When you left me, I felt so betrayed, so badly used. But Judy helped me understand that leaving me after 300 years was not a betrayal; but that staying with me for 300 years was an achievement. A tremendous achievement."

"The human mind was not built to endure sameness, Anson. It constantly needs new stimulation, or else it goes insane. That's why most marriages don't endure to the century mark. Certainly very few last two centuries. And three centuries? It's almost unheard of. The only reason we lasted so long, the only reason you lasted so long, was because of your love for me. Any other man would have left me by the century mark-"

"No, Jennifer!"

"Don't interrupt, Anson!" she said sharply. Then she smiled and kissed his cheek, and continued. "I came to realize that your staying with me for three centuries was an act of tremendous love. One I could never find elsewhere. And it was Judy who also helped me realize the solution. Did you know she's back together with Tom?"

"Tom? Her first husband?"

"Yes."

"But... haven't they been apart for-"

"Yes. He was with another woman. Judy got sexed up, just as I did, and she took him."

"She-"

"She took him. Just as I'm taking you," said Jennifer. "I won't accept no for an answer, Anson. If I have to keep you like a pet, chained to the walls of our basement while I feed you cherries and rub your nipples and tend to your baser needs, I will. But you will take a lover. A number of lovers, in fact, over the years."

"But why, Jennifer?"

"For variety. For contrast. To experience something different, so that when you come back to me, what I have between my legs won't be so tired and old for you."

"I will never find that tired and old, Jennifer."

She kissed him. "You're so sweet, dear. But Judy convinced me of this."

"I don't need any other women, Jennifer!"

Jennifer sighed. She gripped the base of Anson's penis, and started rubbing. As she worked it up and down the head, she felt him stiffen, and Anson started to gasp.

"It sounds like we need a little penile interrogation, Anson," said Jennifer, working her hand slowly up and down, up and down.

"When you left me, Anson, what was the first thing you did?" Jennifer asked.

"I... I socialized with other women," said Anson.

"Socialized?" said Jennifer sharply, her hand moving tightly over the tip of his penis.

Anson gasped. "I slept with them."

"You fucked them, Anson, didn't you?"

Anson nodded.

"Say it, Anson.

"I fucked them," said Anson.

"Goooood boy," said Jennifer, rewarding him by moving her hand a little faster. "How many women, Anson? One?"

"More."

"Two?"

"More?"

"How many, Anson? Ten?" Her hand was rubbing vigorously now.

"A lot?"

"How many?"

"Dozens! More! I don't know!" Anson cried, in sexual agony.

Jennifer slowly stopped rubbing, allowing him time to cool down. She kissed him passionately, feeling his raging hardness between them.

"Thank you for making my point," she said, after she had pulled back a bit. "You were suffering from testosterone poisoning after being limited to the same woman for 311 years. Any other man would have broken 200 years earlier. You need contact with other women, Anson. You need it to stay sane."

Anson looked ashamed. Jennifer felt so sorry for him that she kissed him again. "Don't feel bad, dear. It's a matter of simple biology."

Anson slowly matched gazes with her. "But you'd be... comfortable with this?"

Jennifer nodded. "Of course. But each time you bed another woman, I want to know every detail!"

"But... what if she falls in love with me?"

"Then I pity the poor girl, because she will want what she can never have."

"And... what if I fall in love with her?"

"Impossible," said Jennifer. "I see your mind, Anson Ford, as clearly as words etched on a datapad. You can never love another woman like you love me. I could leave you in a harem of luscious 18 year olds for a year, and when I come back, you would be crying for me. You would, wouldn't you?"

"Yes, I would," said Anson. And he didn't worry about her reading his mind, because it was true. She smiled as she saw him realize it.

And then Jennifer prepared him for the next surprise. "And just as sometimes you will take a woman, I will take a lover too, from time to time."

Anson looked up at her, with shock and hurt in his eyes.

"What's good for the goose is also good for the gander, Anson." She smiled. "Like you, I'm human. I also crave variety. The best variety I ever had was Carl. And do you know why?"

"Why?" Anson asked, half fearing the answer.

"Because it was only with Carl that I truly realized how much I truly loved you. I tried all sorts of ways to compensate for it. I had Carl build the biggest monster penis to end all monster penises. But no matter how large his dick was, no matter how big his balls were, no matter how hard he banged me, in the end it was simply no contest. And I need experiences like that, from time to time, to remind me that there is no one better than you."

"Will Carl be one of your lovers?" Anson asked.

Jennifer shrugged. "Perhaps. He loves me, but not like you do. I suspect he'd settle for less. But it doesn't matter if he agrees or not. The identity of my lovers don't matter. Only you do." She looked at his face.

"I don't know if I like this," said Anson.

"And yet, I can see, in your mind, that part of you does," said Jennifer, starting to rub on his penis, which had gotten soft during the brief recess she had allowed it. Under her expert touch it once again got hard, as if he hadn't already ejaculated three times earlier in the day. She smiled as she inserted him into her. "It makes you hard, doesn't it? Thinking of me with another man..."

"No," said Anson feebly.

Jennifer started to slowly ride him again. Because she was in charge, because she was the dominant one, she must be on top. Like Judy, she was taking what she wanted, and telling her man how it was going to be. "Come, come, Anson, I can see it in your mind. Once you know I'm yours, once you know I cannot possibly be seduced away from you by anyone else, I can see you enjoying me riding another man's cock."

"No," said Anson feebly.

"You could like the idea of another man's penis filling me as I go up and down on him..."

"No," said Anson again.

"Then why are you getting aroused? Why is your penis getting harder and harder inside me at the mere mention of it?" Jennifer smiled wickedly, as she started to rub him with her insides tighter and tighter.

"Ooooh...." said Anson.

"Agree, Anson," she said, rotating her hips slowly in a circular motion to rub the tip of his penis against her insides.

"Oooooh," Anson moaned again. The feeling was incredible. The feeling was unbearable. He was going to come at any moment.

"Agree, or I stop!" said Jennifer, slowing down.

"No, I agree! Just don't stop," Anson shouted.

"I'll never stop, Anson," she smiled at him, as she started to friction faster and faster on top of him.

Anson cried out, and spurted into her, stronger than the last time, which only convinced Jennifer that secretly part of Anson was turned on to the idea of her making love to another man, once their relationship was ironclad again.

Afterwards, as they lay together, watching the evening sun, Anson said, "So... we'll have an open relationship?"

"Not at all! We'll each have lovers, but only one love," said Jennifer. "You have always been and will always be mine, and I will brook no compromises with that, with emotional love. I may loan you out strategically to some of my choicer girlfriends, from time to time, to remind you how truly shallow and empty the competition is, but you belong to me, Anson Ford, and only me. And if any girl tries to steal you away from me, I'll scratch her eyes out. You are mine, forever and ever, my love, and this time, I will never let you escape."

Anson smiled, happily imprisoned by her arms.

As the sun started to set, suddenly they noticed a datapad at their side, which read, "SHOWER AND DINNER AVAILABLE, WHENEVER YOU ARE READY."

"They're marvelous people, aren't they?" said Jennifer.

Anson had to agree. "Do you want to go inside?"

"No, my love, not yet. I want to see the stars first," said Jennifer.

But that wasn't what she really meant. What she really meant was that she wanted to see the stars with him. She wanted, once again, to share that experience, together.

"Anson, there's one more thing," said Jennifer, as the sky started to turn yellow, with just a hint of orange in the distance.

"Only one?" Anson asked.

"We have to reinvent ourselves professionally."

"We do?"

"Judy taught me this too. She went back to medical school. She's going to become a psychosurgeon. It's a cutting edge field, completely new."

"Do you want me to go to medical school too?"

She slapped him playfully. "No, you fool. I want you to help me invent new kinds of musical instruments. When was the last time a new instrument was created? It must have been the oboeflute, almost 200 years ago. I'm going to harness your creativity to help create new instruments, and entirely new kinds of music."

"It sounds great," said Anson.

"And I am going to come on some of your Fixer jobs with you."

"Really? Why?"

"To give you a fresh outsider's perspective. And... to be together. To do things together."

Anson suddenly remembered Master Pho, how for him, it was just as important who he was doing things with as what he was doing. He thought of Jessica, and then Jennifer, and realized how much more enjoyable his job would be with Jennifer at his side.

He smiled, and said, "I like the sound of that. All of it."

"I knew you would," she said, and she reached up to kiss him again.

They lay there, hugging each other, as the sun slowly started to sink behind the Swiss Alps. The yellow started to fade, and then the clouds turned a strong orange, and then a fiercely brilliant red, and then fading to pinks, and then a faint shade of blue, and then the colors all faded into the night.

And then the stars started to come out, as if the galaxy was applauding them with a big grand finale.

Jennifer and Anson watched the stars, hugging each other tightly, listening to the crickets, and living and loving every minute of it.

"Just promise me one thing," said Anson suddenly.

"What, my eternal love?"

"Promise me I'm not dreaming," said Anson.

Jennifer promised, and sealed it with a kiss.​