Chapter 9

In a hospital on Earth, Linda's dreams were considerably less pleasant than those of Ed Royse. The horrible experience with Simon and Ramona slipped up from her subconscious. She awoke confused and sweating. She looked dazedly about, her eyes very wide and her breath coming in pants. Then she swung out of the bed, dressed, and without knowing what she was doing, she fled the hospital.

Less than two hours later Patrolman N'gano spotted the stumbling teenager. He swung his helicruiser down, called out to her, and cursed when she fled. He had to chase her, on foot, two blocks through the darkened streets. Then he had to tell her, over and over, that he

did not intend to hurt her, that he merely wanted to know where she'd come from. She'd forgotten..

"Well, you're a juvenile," N'gano said. "Obviously you're not out of a creche, though. Are you a Protek?"

"A what?" The shivering girl looked up at him with puzzled eyes.

"A protected juvenile," he sighed. "I mean, do you have a guardian?"

"Uh . . . maybe Nita . . ." she frowned, blinking.

"Nita! Fine. Nita who, honey?"

"Nita ... Nita ... just... Nita ..."

The upshot of it was that the girl had no papers and couldn't tell him where she belonged, and Patrolman N'gano decided there was something damned wrong going on. The first responsibility of the State and thus the citizenry and thus the police was the children. Since the population problem had been solved by the equal rights bills and the mandatory anti-pregnancy laws, people had simply stopped what they'd been doing before: breeding like hogs. Certainly they didn't stop what else they had been doing. Fucking was not about to go out of style. But even as early as the second half of the Twentieth Century, that crazy past era of stupidity and repression, there had been a crude form of conception control, and people began to screw with more passion and less hangups than previously.

That was the same century in which one president appointed a committee to study "pornography," meaning he wanted to decide whether grown people should be allowed to read and watch grownup pictures and words on paper. The next president had added a member to that committee: a man who had once appeared before the Senate screaming about the evils of

masturbation. Eventually the committee came to the obvious conclusion: that "pornography" formed a sort of release, that it might well cut down on such crimes as "rape," that it did not destroy the minds of the viewers and readers. And the legislators condemned the committee. No one ever reported precisely how much money had been spent in that several-years study and the long collection and typing and reproducing of its findings. Sex was evil, that was all. From that sort of premise the conclusion was obvious in advance: the people had to be protected against evil. Only a few had dared to point out that the Washington reaction might have been different had the country not developed an unfortunate habit of electing old men as leaders and maintaining them there until they were older than old.

The first five-year antipregnancy shots had contained a little dose of the drug the medics secretly called "antimotherhood." Women didn't want to have children. By the time people began to worry about the downswerving population and the lack of children, reducing the dosage had no effect. The people were conditioned. The government found it necessary to put forth every effort to protect and see to the rearing of those few children born to a few oddballs. The government creche-system resulted: at age two all children were placed together in the creches, there to be protected, to be taught, to-be educated into the new citizens the world had by now begun to need.

Now and again a real oddball voluntarily elected to raise a child, to be totally responsible for its education and welfare. The child became a Protected Juvenile, a Protek.

But the girl with the long red hair couldn't even name her guardian, and N'gano radioed for safekeeping while

the investigation began. Some failed "guardian" would be prosecuted for this!

And since he wanted to be certain that the girl did not lose herself in a creche, and since he was of Af descent and the Af creche was very nearby and the time was five AM, Officer N'gano took Linda to the Afrocreche. He explained briefly to the Director, a friend, and left the girl in his safe hands. The Director called his female assistant, who led the meek and confused teenager to an apartment; there were too many of them vacant, these days. Linda went immediately to sleep.

Next day she was not particularly disturbed to find herself surrounded by people of both sexes ranging in age from ten to twenty—since she had not been placed in the children's creche. She was not even self-conscious at being advised that no one wore clothes here; it was healthier. (It had not yet occurred to anyone that the nudity concept had first been suggested as another population control measure! When you're surrounded by naked bodies, they aren't so overpoweringly interesting and you don't spend as much time wondering what's underneath the clothing—and trying to find out. Governments move slowly, and think even more slowly.)

True, Linda did feel a little conspicuous, inasmuch as everyone else possessed black hair and either black or brown skin. But she needed comfort and attention, and she got plenty of both. No one made fun of her. The Afs had received enough of that in the past, not to be givers of it, now.

She also learned that not all education comes from human or roboteachers and films, and no place on Earth was more free and open than a creche.

She was the only Caucasian inhabitant of the creche.

She was also the only virgin above the age of fifteen or so. She became very popular, very rapidly. It began with Barbie.

Linda was lying on her bed wondering why she couldn't remember who her guardian was, when the small, slim black girl came tripping exuberantly into her room. She bounced onto the bed.

"Hi, Linda! Welcome to our house! I'm Barbie, and Fve been watching you. I think you're a doll." She thrust one dark hand down onto Linda, low on her belly. "Hey, that's pretty!" Her hand suddenly slid downward and she began manipulating Linda's clitoris.

A thrill shot through Linda's body. Involuntarily, she spread her thighs. She tried weakly to close them, but her nipples were firming and her breathing had quickened. "What... what d'you think you... uh. . . you're doing, darn you?"

"Boy if you don't know you are behind. I'm rubbing your clitty. Relax and enjoy it!"

It felt too good for Iinda to do otherwise. The expert little finger was bxiilding up an erotic charge that spread delicious warmth through Linda's loins. She moaned. Her hands ran over her breasts, caressing them and fingering the stiff nipples. She shuddered, dropping her hands limply to her sides, where her fingers plucked aimlessly at the bedspread. Her lashes fell; she panted; she squirmed her hips.

"Oh, Barbie! It's so good. It's so good!"

Smiling, Barbie watched her intently while she played the girl's clitoris like a musical instrument; slowing down to keep Linda from coming, then speeding up to increase the rapturous reaction. Linda was perspiring and rolling her head on the pillow. She begged for the final ecstasy.

"Oh god . . . make me come, darling, make me cornel" She began to sob in frustration, too weak to do the job herself. With perfect timing, Barbie began working the other girl's lust button in experienced manipulations that rocketed Linda to the heights of excruciating ecstasy. Her insides came apart in a massive orgasm that made her scream.

Panting in exhaustion, she lay limply on the sweat-wet spread while Barbie slowly petted her pubic area with her entire hand to prolong the effect. Then she stretched out beside linda and cuddled up to her. She kissed her, smiling.

"Did I make you happy, Linda?"

Linda eased languorously onto her side. She slipped an arm around Barbie, pressing their bellies together and caressing the dark brown back. "You .. . loving . .. marvelous . . . little darlingl Where did you learn to do that so well?"

"Practice! I do it to the other girls whenever they need it. I like to see people happy. It makes me feel good."

Linda kissed her nose. "Do the others ever ... do it to you?"

The brown girl giggled. "Sometimes. When they're not too worn out."

Smiling, Linda showed Barbie that she was not too worn out She did not stop until Barbie, too, was squealing in orgasm Not until much later did Barbie drag Linda downstairs and onto the front porch of their little house. No standard high-rise apartment buildings for the creche kids; they had individual two-story houses, with four two-room apartments and eight girls in each house.

Linda's white body stood out with startling clarity

among the little collection of brown and black girls on the porch.

Barbie didn't help her self-consciousness much when she shouted, "Hey gals! This is Linda, and boy can she suckl"

Linda's face flamed crimson, and she swatted the other girl in instantaneous reaction. "Blabbermouth!"

The action brought a round of applause. On the rail sat a tallish girl with surprisingly large, outthrust breasts. She smiled, "Now you're in the group, Linda. All of us have to do the little slut once in awhile. I'm Janneh. I suppose she gave you her special big clitjob." She laughed when Linda nodded shyly. "She's real good at that, isn't she? Unfortunately, she's also the biggest mouth in creche. She also teases boys." Glancing at Barbie with a stern expression, she added, "Trouble is it's the big boys she teases, and she's gonna be sorry some day."

Barbie chuckled, wagging her narrow hips. "Ha! They can't catch me. I run too fast!"

"Someday you're going to trip," another girl said, "And you're going to get a flagpole right up your cherry pit"

"Well, now that you've tried the girlstuff around here, Linda," Janneh said, "you want to meet some males tonight?"

Barbie wagged a warning finger at her. "Careful, Janneh. She must have just come out of a hospital, because she's tight as a drum.1"

Janneh stared. "You mean she's been revirgjnized? Good grief, that's an obscenity around here! Wow, are you going to be popular!" She reached out to touch Linda's shoulder. "Have to lose it sometime, dear. You can't give up real fun forever."

Very quietly, Linda said, "Maybe if ... if he'd be real gentle. . . ."

Janneh laughed, and hugged her. "Honey, I know just the guy. I know who can do what around here. I've had plenty of experience."

"Big deal, big deal," Barbie sneered. "At eighteen, Janneh's a regular ... yipe!" She ducked the girl's swipe at her head, jumped off the porch, and ran several feet away.

"Careful, Barbie. Here comes Maury, and he's tired of your teasing."

Barbie struck a pose. "Ha! He wouldn't do anything even if he caught me. I'm only fifteen years old." And she spun and raced toward the naked boy coming along the path from the trees. He had no warning. Her brown fingers shot out to tweak his pecker as she raced by and kept on running. He groaned, then spun and loped after her.

"I hope she trips" one of the girls said, as pursued and pursuer vanished into the trees that were very much in evidence all over the creche grounds. Then she turned to ask Linda about her red hair.

Barbie, meanwhile, was easily out distancing Maury. She turned to look back.

Just that quickly she did trip, hurtling belly down on the grass. Suddenly frantic, she was up on her hands and knees, trying to regain her feet, when she felt the strong | hand grasp her ankle.

As he flipped her over onto her back, she cried out.| "No, Maury! Don't.. . I'm only fifteen!"

Maury smiled. "You're a liar. You've been lying fori years. You're sixteen, and holding out." His hand slidl up her leg.

"HowM you ... I mean no, no! You're too big for me! You . . ."

But Maury stopped further chatter by pressing his mouth firmly onto hers. He forced her Zips open, wiggling his tongue between them while he moved his hands to her buttocks. He drew her firmly against him.

Feeling the length of his hard prick against her belly, she held her firm young thighs tightly together while she made muffled little sounds of protest. Her thighs trembled, slowly weakening before the pressure of his demanding knee. Her resistance flagged. He took instant advantage. His knee whipped up between her legs. He spread them well apart as she succumbed to his superior strength.

"You," he said, "have been teasing every boy you see, and every time you run like crazy and yell that lie about your age. Well, you're not fifteen, you're sixteen, and that's when I had my first piece. And so . . . are . . . you!"

"No! No, Maury, please don't. No, I'll ... I'll give you the best best blow job you ever hadl" She was panting and perepiring, feeling the blunt tip of his penis pressing the softness of her little sexlips. Her thighs trembled. "Oh, don't do it, pleasel You'll split me, you'll kill me, you'll hur-wrt!"

A shriek tore from her throat as he jerked forward, to send his cock boring into the tight hps of her vulva. She felt as though she were being ripped open by a knife. Gosing her streaming eyes, she bit her Up and pressed her cheek hard against his shoulder. She felt the pain in her crotch ascend as the virile shaft pushed relentlessly into her soft virginal cunt. With terrible clarity she remembered what the girls had just said. It did feel like a

flagpole! She wondered hopelessly if she would live through it. She wept softly.

No longer screaming, she lay limply, moaning and grunting each time he forced himself deeper into her. He had torn her open, sundered the tender barrier, making her abdomen a mass of pain. She was too involved in the throbbing pain to know when he had penetrated all the way into her vagina.

Expert girl lover and expert boy teaser, she had yet to be screwed, but she was no longer a virgin. Maury was three years older, and he was well-built. He filled her beyond capacity with hot cock.

Sighing, he jiggled his hips, enjoying the tightness of the newly opened love tunnel. He began pulling back, dragging himself slowly from the hole he had dug. The friction brought her new pain, and she groaned and wrapped her arms around him, trying to stop his withdrawal.

"Oh, you like it in, do you?" Grinning, he thrust it back and watched her eyes roll upward.

In a few seconds, the thick rod was ramming rhythmically in and out of hot wetness, and she gasped, feeling the new sensation that joined the hurting. The comparatively great size of his penis to her as yet undeveloped body was exciting her more than she had dreamed was possible. The snug fit of the throbbing organ splayed her slit in all directions, adding pressure to her clitoris. Her grunts of pain became mingled with helpless little moans of panting pleasure. Her thighs began to agitate with the rhythm of his movements.

She surrendered completely to the warmth building steadily inside her belly as the penis pistoned into her like a mighty ramrod. Their bodies slapped wetly together in a rising tumult of passion.

"Oh, god . . . what I've been missing! Oh, Maury, honey, sweetheart . . . screw me good, good . . . / love til"

Maury obligingly screwed her good, and added far more white liquid to her cunt than her own body had leaked scarlet with her first puncturing.

Evening was descending when she entered the dining room like a sleepwalker. She dropped into her chair. Janneh frowned across the table at her.

"Hey, you're late, litde bitch. What happened?"

Barbie's voice was dazed. "I. . . tripped."

Nudging Linda, whom she had sort of adopted, Janneh set down her fork and examined Barbie's face closely. She grinned knowingly. "Wow, it sure looks like you did! I hope you learned your-lesson, scamp."

Barbie sighed, nodding. "I sure did. The big ones are the best"