30 YEARS IN THE FUTURE
My name is Grace, and to explain my new found relationship I need to explain how this world came to be. During the 2020’s, several small scale wars broke out between various different countries all around the world. Despite the people simply wanting peace, the governments of the world seemed to be set on the idea of escalation at all costs. By 2030, most of the world had been left devastated, however it wasn’t war that caused it. In the chaos, a bombing raid in China unintentionally hit a secret bio-warfare laboratory. Unlike the pandemic of 2020, which is still debated what really caused it, there was no doubt that the viruses that escaped this lab were purpose made to kill humans. After the raid, the Chinese attempted to secure the area, knowing what was at risk for them if they failed. Unfortunately, containing a virus is almost impossible and this one was designed to spread rapidly. Now not every virus was designed to outright kill whoever was infected, most were simply to make someone too sick to be able to fight, thus taking healthy soldiers out of the fight. This virus was one of those less than deadly viruses that targeted the reproductive center of the body. The symptoms would present like a cold at first, then would cause severe pain in the stomach and genitals, finally the infected person would seemingly recover, but would be left completely sterile. Once infected, you would never be able to have children from then on.
We know that war makes viruses spread even quicker than they would already, and a war across the whole world ensured that no one would be safe. In the aftermath, doctors found that the strain that was released seemed to target men more so than women. By 2033, almost 90% around the world had been left sterile, and 20% of women infertile. With so many young men left dead from the war, and so many others left unable to have children, the population of the world fell drastically. In 2035, the remaining U.S. government responds to the near apocalyptic birth rate crisis by banning all forms of birth control and reversing course by promoting, almost mandating in some states, that women who are able to do so have as many babies as possible. Soon posters and billboards and advertisements went up everywhere promoting child birth. One such campaign showed a female version of Uncle Sam instructing women they are needed to have children. But it wasn’t enough. With 90% of all men around the world left sterile, there simply wasn’t enough men in America left to make the babies. So the government came to the conclusion that the ban on polygamy, the practice of one man having multiple wives, needed to be lifted.
Some areas of the country seemed to be affected worse than others, and in the places hardest hit, the governments response went from suggestion to enforcement. In states and towns where the men seemed unaffected, it was enough to put up a few posters, and run a few ads on TV to promote having children, but in areas that suffered, it got even worse. Finally, with so many women not wanting to be forced into having babies, the government turned to ever more radical solutions, including a system that mimicked the select service that all men used to be forced to register for at 18, but was now solely for women. At 16, women who were chosen had to complete a 10 year period of breeding, and after were encouraged to keep having children with the time they had left. This measure was clearly over the top, but it only negatively affected more left-leaning women who didn’t want children anyway. In order to pass this measure, the government lowered to national age of consent to 16, and most women given the choice between motherhood and working their entire lives choose motherhood. All this is history to me though, I’m the second generation that’s been raised in this program.
My mother was one of the women that was unaffected, and at 21 was paired with a man to have children with. She told me how she hated the idea of it, but once I was born she loved me too much to hold onto her anger towards it. She was lucky the man she was paired with showed her respect, unlike others who were basically raped into motherhood. My time in school growing up was different from what my mother went through, I was given days upon days of instruction on the importance of motherhood and having children. Starting at 10 years old, the lessons turned to showing how babies were made, growing more and more detailed until I turned 16 and was encouraged to go do it myself. Obviously I was taught all the other subjects you would expect, but for girls, the emphasis was on motherhood just like fatherhood was for the boys. The week before I turned 16 I asked my teacher how the pairing process worked, and if I’d be given away to a much older man. Sensing my worry, she assured me that although the age of consent is 16, stipulations were added that made it so the oldest pairing was within the 16-26 age range. 27+ was banned, unless women older than 18 wanted it. But the idea of a 30/40+ year old man impregnating a 16 year old girl was not only unheard of, but was still considered illegal and taboo.
I asked her what my chances are of getting selected once I turned 16 were and she said that in our area of the country, the population was recovering quickly so the odds that I would be picked were smaller. She told me about her time, how she was paired with a man who became her husband, and was he principal of our school. They had 7 children together from the time she was 16 to when she turned 28, and she was only one of his 4 wives. Although there was no set amount, men usually picked about 5 women to take as wives, some less, but five seemed to be a good number. On my 16th birthday, my state government repealed the ban on public nudity and even allowed sex in certain public spaces to increase the birthrate. My town was recovering fine, but the state must be worse off elsewhere. That was almost a year and a half ago now. Since then, many bars and restaurants have added backroom “lounges” where men and women can go meet up and socialize before renting one of the lounge rooms to have sex in. My older half-sister Rebecca, sisters through our shared father, met her now husband in one of these places, saying they had their first date with drinks and dancing, then he ordered them a room and they went back and had sex. She wound up pregnant that night, and she’s only 18. I’m 17, nearly 18 myself, and have yet to be paired with a man, and am always going around trying to find one.
My sister took me out to the cafe where she met her husband for dinner, her husband was with his second wife trying for a baby that night so she had the night free with me. She went with me acting like a wing-woman, trying to find me the perfect guy. As we sat there talking, I locked eyes with a man from across the room. He looked older, but not by much, and was so handsome. He stood with his friends and was well over 6′ tall, probably closer to 6’6″ actually. He had soft, peachy white skin and dark brown hair. He had it combed back on top and shaved on the sides, I knew he was in the military at some point in his life as no one keeps that style of hair anymore after the war. I could tell he had a thick butt hiding in his jeans and a huge bulge in his pants from his dick. I was just about creaming my panties just looking at him when my sister asked what I’m looking at.
“Turn around, you see the guy standing at the corner of the bar, next to the group of guys on the bar stools?” I asked her.
“Yeah, brown hair, tall, white guy?” she replied looking back subtly.
“He’s the sexiest man I think I’ve ever seen.” I told her.
“Really? I didn’t think you were into white guys.” she said.
“I know I’m mixed, but I got my taste from my mother.” I replied. My mother was black, and my father white. That didn’t stop them from having sex frequently, resulting in my birth. Now, all these years later, I’m a 5’9″ creamy brown skinned girl with curly brown hair, an average pair of breasts for my age, and a killer ass. My face had predominantly white features covered in a swarthy brown skin, my body inherited from my mother. Although black, she wasn’t African black she was Brazilian black, and when mixed with a white man like my father, I turned out a sexy swarthy skin tone. My sister who was with me was fully white however and had an equally white husband.
“Well if you think he’s so cute, why don’t you go talk to him?” she asked me.
“Are you kidding? I can’t do that!” I said in a worried tone.
“Don’t be scared, everyone who’s here is looking to find a partner. Let me go talk to him, you just stay here.” she said. She got up from the table and walked over to him. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but she flashed her wedding ring to show she was taken, then pointed at me as she was looking him up and down. He smiled and followed her back to our table as my heart just about beat out of my chest.
“Grace, this is Peter. Peter, this is my half-sister, Grace.” she said introducing us.
“Pleasure to meet you!” Peter said taking my hand and giving it a kiss.
“N-Nice to meet you, too.” I replied nervously. He was even more sexy up close. I had never been so flustered around a man before.
“Don’t be worried, your sister here told me about you, and I have to say you are a very beautiful young lady. You mind if I sit with you two?” he asked.
“Go ahead.” my sister said. They sat down next to each other so that he was across the table from me and she was off to the side. She just sat there mostly silent as Peter and I talked more and more. Occasionally asking questions, but mostly letting us talk. After a couple hours, he was holding my hand in his on the table, rubbing it with his thumb as we rubbed our feet together under the table. Seeing how we were looking at each other, my sister got up and went to the bar. I didn’t even notice she left until she came back and handed us a key. She had paid for a private lounge for the two of us.
“Go on you two, have fun in there.” she said winking at me. We both stood up and walked hand in hand, me under his arm, to the back door and entered the hallway to our room. Once inside, we were met by and empty room with a leather, semicircle bench and table at the back of the room, clearly for larger parties. As well as a bed, that looked like two pool lounge chairs side by side, but clearly more sturdy. I knew from our conversation he was 26 and looking for his second wife, and I was determined to make sure it was me. We were right at the age limit cut-off, but I didn’t care, I wanted him inside me. As soon as the door was locked, our clothes came off. He was tall and strong, having a muscular body, not like that of a body builder, but a subtle one that you don’t see till his shirt comes off and by then your pussy is already wet, like mine.
“Have you ever had sex before?” he asked me.
“No, I’ve seen the videos they show in school, but I’ve never done it for real.” I told him.
“Well it can hurt for you the first time, but just know it feels better soon.” he told me.
We started kissing and feeling each other’s bodies. He tasted so good, I just kept kissing and kissing. I couldn’t get enough of him. We stood before each other naked, and even though I knew he had a wife and kids already, I still wanted him. Our kissing increased more and more, we started standing, but we fell onto the bed, him on top of me before he moved down my body, kissing as he went. He began to eat my pussy out, a move that I don’t remember hearing about in school, but felt so amazing as he did it to me. “Oh my God! I’m fucking gushing!” I moaned in our dimly lit room. He didn’t respond, just continued to eat me out. “Oh Jesus! How the fuck are so good at this!?” I moaned.
“In school, the classes that they teach in the boys only part are how to pleasure your woman to increase the chances of her getting pregnant. The more horny and turned on you are the greater the chance of you having a baby. At 15, my parents signed a consent form allowing me to practice with older women who’ve “completed their breeding service” and are sexual instructors for young boys like me. Remember that week when all the boys didn’t show up to class? We were getting one on one lessons with 35+ year old women so when paired with girls like you, we’d already have experience.” he explained.
“That sound really hot, I’m glad you got to learn cause fuck you’re great at it!” I moaned.
He had my legs raised back towards my head, my ass and pussy in the air completely exposed as he sat at my feet and ate my holes. I was so turned on, and gushing juices out of my pussy as he ate me, covering his face in cum. I was begging him to fuck me after a while, he brought me to at least four orgasms just with his tongue. By the time he brought his lips back to mine I was in bliss, tasting my pussy on his lips as his huge cock began to split my pussy open. “Oh F-FU-UHH-CK!” I moaned as he sank into my pussy. Just as he said, my pussy tore open and bled out on his cock. It felt really painful until the third or fourth stroke when it was replaced by the most primal urge to breed, with the most pleasurable sensation I’ve ever felt.
He was pressing his weight down on my body, forcing my legs back, as he stroked my hair in his hands while kissing me passionately, all the while ramming his cock to the base of my juicy cunt. I thought about how what we were doing now would’ve been a crime not too long ago, a 26 year old man fucking a 17 year old girl in a restaurant backroom. My titties were bouncing around underneath him as he began to use my body for his personal pleasure. I was just a whore for him, a set of holes for his cock to plug with cum. My body was meant to make his babies, and right now my womb was screaming for his cum. In this moment of passion, I forgot about the world, about my duty, about everything, it was just a blur. I wanted only for his cock to fuck me and fill me as much as possible. I had learned in school for years how good this would feel, with videos of people having sex, as well as my teacher describing how good sex feels to her, but I could never imagine it being this good.
“Please fuck me like that! Please make me a mother!” I begged as he railed me.
He responded with grunting as he too was in too much pleasure to speak. His body was so large on top of me, I sucked on nipple and squealed and gasped as he unloaded his passion into my body. The smell of his armpit, buried around my face, filling my nostrils with the smell of his musk, turning me on in ways I couldn’t imagine, making me more and more into a cock drunk little slut. I don’t understand why, normally when a man stinks I get turned off, but with him I’m getting so incredibly horny.
“Please fill me up, daddy! Fuck a baby right my fucking cunt!” I screamed as we approached our climax.
“Oh Jesus, fucking take it! Fucking take this cock!” he grunted as I felt his cock twitch and unload inside my pussy. The only part of me not underneath his crushing weight were my arms and legs which were wrapped tightly around him pulling his cock in deeper. He emptied his balls in my cunt, filling me up all the way. “Can I be your second wife, daddy? I need cock like that again.” I whimpered as his sausage fell out of my pussy.
“I want you to meet my wife first, you two need to love each other as much as you do me. I can’t have two sluts fighting for my cock.” he replied.
“I can’t wait daddy!” I told him as we kissed after our climax.
We laid together for awhile before eventually getting dressed and going back out to the bar. I returned the key and my sister came up behind me. “You’re still here?” I asked her.
“I got you a room that has a double sided window. You can’t see out but the restaurant can see in, I was watching you with that older couple over there. You two were amazing! I’m so proud of you!” she said.
“You could see us? I thought we were in private?” I replied, “Could you hear us?” I asked.
“No, but we got a good show! Honestly you should’ve come out here naked, you know it’s legal now?’ she said.
“I know, but I was going to go home with him and meet his wife, if we get along I might be his second. I want that man to fuck me again and again. If I have to have babies, I want them with him, not some random boy the government assigns me to.” I told her.
“Well good luck then, I hope you get pregnant soon.” she said as Peter and I walked out to his car.
We returned home and his wife greeted us at the door. “Welcome home honey! I see you had a good night?” she said in a pretty dress as she stood in the doorway.
“A very good night! I met this lovely girl, Grace, and tried her out in a lounge room. Her sister set us up at the bar, and we had a great time. I think she’s the one we’ve been talking about, I wanted to introduce you two.” he said kissing her and giving her ass a pinch.
“She is a cutey, come inside and let’s have some tea.” she said back.
We went inside and sat down, his wife Rachel served us some tea as their two young children ran around the house playing. We talked four hours as they told me about themselves, how she was paired to him at 16 when he was 19. She got pregnant the same day she lost her virginity to him, then again two years later. Her children were 7 and 5, both boys, and they were the cutest little thins. I saw them and couldn’t wait to find out the babies I’d have with him.
“So Grace, I’ve heard how much you loved being with my husband, but I want to know, would you enjoy being with me alone just as much?” Rachel asked.
“What do you mean, like just us fucking?” I asked back.
“Exactly. You see, the government doesn’t allow same-sex relationships anymore, so when we set out to find a second wife, I asked she be bi-sexual so that when Peter is at work, we can still fool around together.” she said.
“I don’t know, I’ve never thought about it. I guess I would be ok, if it meant having Peter give me babies. You do look cute in that dress.” I said back.
“Thank you, I think you look quite wonderful yourself. I noticed your beautiful skin, are you black?” she asked.
“I’m half. My mother was Brazilian black and my father was English white. I ended up swarthy like this.” I told her.
“She’s even better looking naked, babe.” Peter chimed in.
“Then why don’t we get a look at each other then? I’ll clear the table and we can ‘get to know’ each other even more.” Rachel said.
“What about your kids? Should we do this in front of them?” I asked them both.
“Oh, don’t worry about them. They’ve seen us naked and having sex plenty of times now. With the nudity laws and them watching porn in schools now, seeing mommy and daddy naked having sex is nothing to them, they don’t even care.” Rachel said.
She stood up and dropped her dress to her ankles revealing her naked body underneath. She wasn’t wearing a bra or any panties, just her bush remained to cover her pussy. Not to be rude, I got back out of my clothes and showed off my body to the room. Peter began clearing room on the table while Rachel started to make out with me and grope with my breasts. Rachel was a taller woman, much like her husband she was almost 6′ tall even without heels on. She had the softest face and the cutest red lips. Her hair was a darker blonde/brown color which she had braided into a ponytail. Looking at her face, your eyes followed her ponytail down to her pair of busty round boobs. Her eyes may be brown, but her puffy nipples were a soft pink. Below her tits was a trimmed waist that was part genetic perfection and part hard work. A mother of two and still so thin was incredible. Even more so was her firm round ass and hips. Her pussy mound protruding out to the open air, hidden under her hairy bush she kept trimmed above her cunt. I wasn’t even a lesbian, but even I knew you made a woman like this your wife.
Incredibly, as she was pulling me onto the table as we made out, her children continued to play with their toys as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “Just mommy making love to daddies latest whore” they probably thought. I fell on top of her love pillows, the softest cushion of flesh I had ever laid on, making my once firmly straight pussy moist with lesbian thoughts. Ever since the government began their radical re-population agendas, any same-sex couples were banned. Though clearly not entirely as in the past. Peter was in the kitchen washing the dishes while his wife kissed me and played with my little titties. I couldn’t help but suck on her perfect tits like a baby wanting its mother. I was in a trance as she stroked my hair, my mouth around her nipples. “That’s it baby girl, drink mommies milk. That’s a good girl.” she muttered to me as her fingers ran through my hair. I thought she said it just turn me on, until I felt her milk filling my mouth. I didn’t even know what to think, I started the evening with a night out with my pregnant sister, then got fucked by a cute boy at the bar, and now I’m drinking his wife’s breast milk on their dining room table in front of their children. But it didn’t end there.
“Turn around, young lady, mommy needs to get a taste of you.” Rachel said motioning for me to 69. I did as ordered, us laying on our sides on the table, her pussy in my mouth and mine in hers.
“Naughty girl, I can still taste my husband’s cum in you.” she said.
“Oh fuck, you’re really good at this! You’re gonna make me cum!” I said anxiously as my raised leg quivered in the air. A combination of her fingers and her tongue cleaning my pussy made me squirt all over their table. As it sprayed out of me, in my orgasm I began crying. The amount of pleasure I was receiving right now, knowing that her kids were able to see it all was unbelievable. Maybe that was her plan, to show her sons what a woman feeling pleasure really looks like so they know how to give it as adults like their father. Speaking of, Peter came back into the room after I came off my orgasm asking his wife if she had her fun with me yet.
“She an amazing woman, a very delicious pussy, I think you should marry her so we can fuck as a family.” she replied.
“Well I’m glad you like her so much, and what about you? Do you think you’re a good fit in this family of ours?” he asked me.
“Between the orgasms from you fucking me in that lounge to her eating me out after sucking on those amazing boobs, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else except between you two as you pump me full of babies.” I answered. I meant it, too. My pussy has been wet before, but the porn in school is one thing, this is something else. I always wanted to be the first wife of my man, but this is too good to pass up on.
“Well I’m glad to hear it. We can worry about details later, but right now I think I have two naughty pussies that need to be satisfied.” Peter said. I could see his cock bulging through his pants.
“Take her first, darling. She needs a little something extra inside her. ” Rachel said looking at her stomach as she rubbed over her womb. I knew she was pregnant, but she hadn’t started to show.
I grabbed his hand and followed him as he walked me to a window, opening the door, and going out on a balcony over looking the neighborhood. He bent me over the railing, my tits hanging over the edge, as he prepared to fuck me from behind. There were people walking out below, unconcerned about the young black girl getting fucked just above them. I felt Peter’s stiff cock rubbing against my back as he teased me with his length. I was so wet by this point that my pussy was screaming for his cock to enter me again. However, it wasn’t my pussy which he entered first.
“OH-HO! JESUS..! FUCKING..! CHRIST..! IT’S SO GODDAMN BIG IN MY ASSHOLE!” I screamed out as he plunged inside my ass. He fucked me without regard, slapping his hips against my cheeks, ensuring his cock was burying itself as deep as possible in my guts. Just like before, the pain turned to a pleasurable sensation rather quick for me as I watched the happy couples going for late night walks together down below, my asshole getting destroyed up above. He reached around and grabbed my throat and gripped it hard, choking me and forcing my mouth to open as I gasped desperately for air. He pulled me back hard, arching my back and kissing my lips with his hand still around my throat. These two were hitting every one of my kinks, and it was even better that a white man was doing it to me. Like my mother in more recent years, I was a black girl in love with white men, and getting my ass drilled by one was seriously turning me on.
“FUCKING SHIT! FUCK THIS BLACK ASSHOLE, DADDY! FUCKING DRILL IT! DRILL MY NIGGER ASS!” I screamed in ecstasy. Not responding, he just slapped my ass hard making me whimper like a submissive little bitch.
“Take my fucking cock you black bitch! You want me to fuck you up your cunt, huh? You want my fucking children? Just stay there and be a good little fuck doll!” he said finally.
“FUCK! YES DADDY!” I said back.
HE fucked my ass thoroughly for at least 15 minutes before pulling out and carrying me back inside. HE laid me down in the middle of their couch, his pregnant wife laying in the corner with the foot space. Their kids laying on the floor in front on their bellies watching TV as mommy, still naked, played with her cunt as daddy put me on my back into a mating press. At no point did they react in anyway to this, and neither did Peter or Rachel make them watch or participate. It was simply exhibitionist sex at it’s finest. I went from being a virgin to at least five people seeing me naked, probably more, in a few hours. With my legs high in the sky, Peter dropped the hammer on me like Thor. Fucking my delicate little pussy like I had dreamed of in school sex-ed class. His shaft was coated in a white goo, a mixture of my pussy juice and his precum, maybe some of his earlier load from the restaurant as well.
“OH Jesus YES! Breed my fucking pussy just like that! I want your fucking babies in my pussy!” I moaned.
“Oh Christ, Honey! I’m gonna cum in this bitches cunt!” He grunted to his wife. She just looked at my cunt with a smile as we climaxed in unison, depositing another load into my pussy. Rachel moving over to massage my cunt lips so the sperm went in deeper.
“Don’t think I forgot about you, my darling. I’ll always have a load for you.” Peter said kissing his lovely wife. Shamelessly moving over to put her in the same position he just had me in.
“I want to be on top this time!” she said. They moved around as they kissed, me along for the ride. They wound up in a position I hadn’t seen done before, but I learned is called the amazon position. Rachel had her husband lay on his back, his legs raised in the air and his cock out towards her. She stood behind him like she was the man fucking him, except she was dropping herself against his cock. It looked amazing and they were seriously moaning throughout. Even more amazing was that after they tired of this, he lifted her up into a standing carry position almost immediately. The pregnant little minx, seemingly fucking her husband like he had done to me, was now in his arms mercilessly getting dropped against his monster cock.
“That’s it! That’s it! That’s fucking it!” Rachel screamed as her tits rocked through the air. “I fucking need it in my cunt! Give it to me you fucking bastard!”
He dropped her down the entire length of his shaft one last time as he exploded into her cunt. I saw in her eyes the weeping, desperate satisfaction of an earth shattering orgasm. She was still held in the air completely as he brought her in for a kiss. I couldn’t wait to feel what an orgasm was like with a baby in my womb. So that’s how I got into my relationship, needless to say, I need to call my sister and tell her the good news…
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I really hope you enjoy this story. I thought about returning to my original hotel series of stories, but it’s been so long and I’ve forgotten where I’ve left off that it’s better to do something new. My husband gave me the idea to start a new story world like that in the future and we came up with ideas how to it might become like that. Any ideas for further parts to the story are always welcome as I intend to do more parts to this just as I did my original series. Also, if you’d like me to add you as a character in future parts of this story line (Britney, Slim, John) *wink wink* I’d be more than happy. Attached are pictures of Peter, Rachel, and Grace that I used for inspiration.
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