The Race of Man 

Chapter One

The Discovery

                Let me tell you a little bit about myself.  I am, in all 
honesty and no modesty, a genius.  I finished my bachelor's degree in 
anthropology when I was thirteen.  I received my masters at fourteen and my 
doctorate when I was fifteen.  I got my second doctorate in electronic 
engineering at seventeen and my third doctorate in microbiology by my 
nineteenth birthday.  This was in addition to other assorted masters and 
bachelors' degrees that I picked up in my spare time.  I have a photographic 
memory and an almost infinite capacity for boredom.  Also, at the age of 22, 
when all of this started, I was still very much a virgin.  I like to think 
that I was not. unattractive at the time.  I had brown hair that absolutely 
refused to cooperate with any comb or brush.  My eyes were your basic hazel 
and I had good teeth.  I was thin, but not skinny and kept a decent tan 
despite hours in labs and workshops.  I just never seemed to find anyone 
that wanted to relieve me of my virginity.

                Now when all of this started, I was working at USC in the 
Anthropology Department.  My thesis on human evolutionary patterns had 
caught the attention of the department head and I had worked with him for 
almost a year to determine exactly where modern man had separated from his 
earlier relatives.  Needless to say that this was a daunting task since most 
scientists don't even agree which of the early stages of man are actually 
directly related to Homo sapiens.  Still, it was an interesting exercise and 
it paid well.  Then came the call that promised to make our job a hell of a 
lot easier.

                We got word from a research team working on ice core samples 
in Antarctica that they had made an amazing discovery.  While working in an 
ice crevasse they had discovered an entire group of proto-humans frozen in 
the ice.  The pictures they had sent us were understandably grainy, but they 
showed at least six humanoids and they looked to be perfectly preserved. 
Doctor Asburg, the department head, suspected that they were probably early 
Cro-Magnon or even perhaps Neanderthal.  We all saw the amazing opportunity 
this was and Asburg arranged for the two of us and three research assistants 
to fly to the Antarctic to study this find first hand.

                Most of you probably doubt the likelihood of people being 
frozen in a block of ice in one of the coldest places in the world.  Well, 
before this discovery was made, corpses of other creatures had been 
discovered in both the Artic and Antarctic.  Bodies of Wooly Mammoths had 
been discovered that had been frozen so quickly that uneaten plants still 
sat in their mouths and several small rodents had been discovered in the ice 
in the process of copulation.  Its theorized that sudden climactic shifts 
had caused such a rapid temperature drop that the creatures had been frozen 
before they had a chance to realize that they were dead.  Asburg and I 
believed that the same thing had happened to this group of early humanoids. 
(For a really good example of this effect, see if you can find a copy of the 
inaccurate, but highly entertaining movie, The Day After Tomorrow.)

                As we bordered our chartered flight, I studied the various 
members of our team.  Doctor William Asburg was the head of our team.  He 
was 42 and the very epitome of your typical college professor.  Slightly 
overweight with balding brown hair, he had green eyes that were usually 
hidden behind very thick glasses.  He was one of the most respected 
authorities on early man in the world.  He also played a really vicious game 
of handball.

                Our budget wasn't good enough to cover real assistants, but 
we had managed to con three interns to come along with us for class credits. 
All three were freshmen and, from my vastly older years of 22, seemed to be 
very young.  Barry Stone was the one I knew best.  He looked like a 
linebacker, but had a brain like a researcher.  We had teamed up a couple of 
times to complete some of Asburg's projects.  He was six feet tall with more 
muscles than seemed fair.  He had wavy red hair and deep blue eyes.

                Angela Chen wasn't really an anthropology student.  She was 
more like me and was too smart for her own good.  She had started a degree 
in History, and then switched three more times.  Anthropology was simply her 
latest interest.  I suspected that she would eventually find her calling and 
become as famous as Einstein or Clark.  For now, her magnificent brain was 
at our disposal.  Shamefully enough, her body was just as magnificent as her 
brain.  Long blonde hair that was more than likely natural, breasts that 
would have shamed any pinup and a butt that you could rest a soda on were 
only three of the things that made her the subject of many of my 
masturbatory fantasies.

                Paul Waters finished up our little group.  Paul was working 
on his second master's degree and was the living embodiment of the 
stereotypical nerd.  He was short, skinnier than a rail with an overbite so 
bad that he could probably eat both sides of an apple.  He was probably the 
smartest member of our group, including me, and an absolute master at all 
things electronic.

                Now this probably doesn't sound like the kind of people that 
would be safe flying off to one of the most inhospitable places in the world 
and if you are actually thinking that, well you are correct.  The closest 
thing I had to artic experience was the winter break that I spent in 
Colorado learning to ski.  The others had even less experience than that. 
However, Asburg didn't want to wait until the specimens could be brought 
back to the states.  He was terrified that someone else would find out about 
this discovery and steal our thunder.  So we were going to the Antarctic 
whether we were ready or not.

                Our flight deposited us in the bustling city of McMurdo 
Station.  McMurdo Station is Antarctica's largest community.  It is built on 
the bare volcanic rock of Hut Point Peninsula on Ross Island, the farthest 
south solid ground that is accessible by ship.  Established in 1956, it has 
grown from an outpost of a few buildings to a complex logistics staging 
facility of more than 100 structures including a harbor, an outlying airport 
(Williams Field) with landing strips on sea ice and shelf ice, and a 
helicopter pad.  There are aboveground water, sewer, telephone, and power 
lines linking buildings.  It is not exactly Los Angeles, but it the closest 
thing to civilization you are going to find on the frozen continent.  A 
heavily modified DC 11 and a thirty-year-old Sno-Cat that would be our base 
of operations during our investigation met us at Williams Field.  The pilot 
looked like a refugee from an old WWII movie with a pair of aviator glasses, 
Japanese bomber jacket and, God help us, a long white scarf.  Still, he told 
us that he had been flying in this area for over twenty years so we felt 
fairly safe.  We loaded the Sno-Cat and our gear onto the plane and took 
off.

                Our destination was over three hundred miles from our 
departure point and I swear we flew over the most deserted landscapes known 
to mankind.  On a more modern aircraft in a friendlier environment, the 
flight would have taken about an hour, maybe an hour and a half.  Our 
transport was far from modern and our surroundings were hardly friendly.  We 
battled headwinds of unbelievable speeds and turbulence that would make even 
the most seasoned flyer sick to their stomach.  Poor Paul must have gone 
through at least ten airsick bags during the four-hour trip.  When we began 
to make our approach, all you could really see from the air were snow, ice, 
and more snow.  There was definitely nothing that looked like a landing 
strip.  Nevertheless, our pilot set us down with only a few jolts from the 
landing skids.

                The research team helped us unload the Cat and stow our gear 
in the dozen or so geodesic domes that served as their living quarters and 
labs.  We would be sharing their quarters for the duration of our stay, but 
any research we were to do would be done in the back of the massive snow 
vehicle.  This wasn't a major concern to us considering the main problem we 
would be presented with would be keeping any specimens we recovered frozen 
and safely preserved until they could be examined or sent back home.  Well, 
when the average mean temperature rarely got above -45 degrees, keeping 
things frozen was not a problem.  Hell, keeping us from freezing could 
become a problem.

                It took us about twelve hours to get everything set up, then 
Doctor Asburg insisted that we all get at least nine hours of sleep.  None 
of us wanted to miss a minute, but we followed the doctor's orders.  The 
next day, we shared breakfast with the researchers and then piled into the 
Cat with two of the research team for the two-hour drive to the crevasse 
where the bodies were found.  They were extremely talkative and the woman, 
April Sanderson, actually seemed interested in me.  I suspect that it was 
more because I was a new face then because she actually thought I was sexy. 
She'd been staring at the same faces for nearly a year so I would guess that 
Quasimodo would have looked good to her.  Still it was fun having an 
attractive woman flirting with me.  Made me almost forget the thirty-mile 
per hour winds blowing outside and the fact that it was a balmy -50 degrees.

                The crevasse was pretty obvious.  It was a massive black cut 
in the nearly perfect white of the surrounding snow and ice.  April told us 
that the group had discovered it over two months ago and had been using it 
for easier access to the deeper pack ice.  She said that their sonar had 
picked up a large opening directly beneath the area that they had been 
mining so they had set charges to blow an opening.  They had hoped to get 
even deeper into the pack ice without much effort.  They had found something 
far beyond their expectations.  I thought I was prepared for what they had 
discovered after having seen the pictures they had sent.  When we followed 
them down the metal scaffolding to the lower level, I realized that I had 
been wrong.

                Even through the distortion of the ice, they were 
magnificent.  The lights set up by the researchers illuminated a scene 
straight out of prehistory.  No one spoke as we studied the figures.  It was 
like we all felt that speaking would somehow break the magical spell holding 
these long dead creatures here in our time.  It was so quiet that I could 
hear everyone breathing and the quiet dripping of water freed from the ice 
by the heat of the lights and our bodies.

                "I count eight of them," Asburg said, breaking the silence 
finally.  He was shining his flashlight into the ice and studying the frozen 
forms.  "Four of them approximately four feet tall, two perhaps a half foot 
taller and the remaining two seem to be children."

                "Maybe a family grouping?"  Angela was filming what we could 
see with her digital camera.  She seemed completely in awe of the scene and 
kept fingering the cross dangling from her ample bosom.  I was wearing my 
Star of David under my parka and felt the urge to follow her action.  There 
was something almost religious about what we were seeing.  Like we were 
being given a glimpse at some of God's earliest work.

                "I thought that family groupings were much larger in early 
man?  Didn't they run around in large groups, basically entire tribes of 
interrelated people?"  Paul was using his Palmtop to make notations on 
positions of the various figures and any viewable features.

                Asburg nodded.  "Sites in Europe and Asia have always 
indicated that family groups usually consisted of thirty to forty persons. 
Its possible that this group is survivors of some disaster that wiped out 
the rest of their group.  It's also possible that they were exiled from 
their group for some reason or another.  Unfortunately for us, I doubt we 
will ever know the reason why there are so few of them.  They didn't exactly 
keep written records, you know."

                Everyone laughed at his little joke, except Paul who had 
gotten very close to the ice wall and was peering at the figures intently. 
They don't look like Cro-Magnon or even Neanderthal?"

                I joined him and tried to get a better look at the figures. 
"He's right, Doctor.  I can't see them very clearly, but they don't seem to 
have any of the features of Cro-Magnon, Neanderthal, or even Homo erectus. 
Do you think its possible that we have stumbled across an entirely new 
species of early man?"

                Asburg waved his hands to quell the excited muttering that 
had started when I asked that.  "Let's not get too excited here, folks.  We 
won't know anything for sure until we can extract some of them and study 
them.  Since no one has ever actually seen any of the early hominids as 
anything except bones, it is possible that they could be one of the known 
species.  So until we know more, I don't want anyone speculating.  We are 
scientists, not tabloid writers.

                As excited as we all were, we nodded at his logic and began 
the laborious process of chipping away the ice and freeing some specimens 
for study back at the base.  We had to be incredibly careful because the ice 
was very dense and the bodies were going to be very fragile.  We extracted 
two of the larger ones and one of the ones that we believed might be 
children and carefully packed them back to the base to begin our studies.

                Now, I will be nice and leave out the details of our 
research.  Hours of long and very tedious work in our makeshift labs, 
repeating the same test dozens of times to make sure you got the right 
answer was the majority of our days.  Asburg insisted that everyone confirm 
every test.  I understood, especially once we realized what we had 
discovered.  We had stumbled across something that we knew was going to 
shake the scientific community to the very core and there was no way in Hell 
that Asburg was going to let even the tiniest mistake slip by to give 
doubters and naysayers ammunition to discredit our discovery.

                During the two weeks that we worked, the only real thing of 
interest that happened was that I finally lost my virginity.  Since I am 
certain that most of you are reading this only for the sexual content and 
not for the scientific information, I will do my best to let you know how, 
pardon the very bad pun, climactic this event was.

                I was working late into the night studying cell samples and 
blood samples from our specimens.  Since I was the only microbiologist on 
the team, it was my duty to study the amazingly preserved cultures we 
extracted.  Needless to say, I was in Heaven to be able to study the biology 
of creatures that had died out long before modern man had taken his first 
steps on this planet.  What I had discovered was beyond belief and the 
things that I would discover would be even more incredible, but more on that 
later.

                I had just finished studying a slide of cell samples from 
one of the smaller creatures when I heard the lab door slide open very 
quietly, as if someone had been trying to make the corrugated steel door 
move as silently as possible, as if the blast of freezing air as the door 
opened wouldn't have let me know that the door had been opened.  We had 
backed the Cat up to one of the doors leading to the main dome and had 
constructed a temporary hallway out of pressed plastic sheets and metal 
stakes.  This kept most of the winds off of us when we were going from the 
domes to the Cat, but it was still very cold outside.  I turned, expecting 
Asburg or one of my team checking in on me.  I was very surprised to see 
April standing there, slowly unzipping her parka.  Any questions I might 
have had were stifled when I realized that the courageous woman had braved 
the sub-zero temperatures without anything under her parka.  She dropped the 
heavy coat to the floor of the Cat and smiled at me.

                My first cognizant thought was that the old joke about, "Is 
it cold in here" was definitely based in fact.  Her more than ample bosom 
was covered in goose pimples and her dark brown nipples looked hard enough 
to chip diamond.  The anthropologist in me immediately identified her as 
being of almost pure Nordic descent.  She had very light brown hair and the 
palest skin that I had ever seen.  Her visible skin seemed to be dotted with 
an infinite number of light brown freckles and her ice blue eyes seemed to 
be laughing at me as I stared at her.

                I don't really remember stripping off my pants and 
underwear.  I do vaguely recall helping her out of her pants and thermal 
underwear because I took a very deep breath when her clean-shaven pussy was 
revealed.  I remember thinking that it was the most magnificent thing I had 
ever seen.  Unfortunately for me and for you, dear readers, the back of an 
antique vehicle crammed full of research equipment and other supplies, is 
not the place where lengthy foreplay can be enjoyed.  Not to mention the 
fact that it was close to minus thirty degrees outside the Cat and barely 
above freezing inside the machine.  April played with my erection for 
several seconds before my groans of pleasure told her that I was more than 
ready.  We spread our parkas on the steel floor and I lay down on my back. 
She straddled me with a knowing smile and slid my cock into her very warm 
hole.

                There is no way to accurately describe the feeling of 
sliding your rock hard cock into a hot, tight pussy for the very first time. 
I am certain the groan I released when she slid all the way down and our 
groins met could have been heard over the winds and through the steel walls 
of the dome and Cat.  It must have felt very good for her too because she 
let out an almost animal growl and started riding me as hard as she could. 
Her humping increased in speed when I reached up and grabbed one of her 
wonderful breasts in each hand and began massaging her nipples.

                Now I wish I could say that she rode me for hours before I 
released what seemed like years of sperm into her body, but I can't.  I 
doubt I lasted more than ten minutes before I felt my balls tightening up 
and before I could even blurt out a warning, I was spewing what felt like 
gallons of cum inside of her.  (Of course, the average male only ejaculates 
about a tenth of a teaspoon of sperm during orgasm, but I am sure that you 
can understand that my scientific objectivity had gone even further south 
than we currently were.)

                Even with my limited experience with sex, I could tell that 
she had not cum yet and was about to apologize when she dismounted and 
crawled between my legs.  The next thing I knew, I was getting my very first 
blowjob.  She slowly began to lick up and down my shaft, cleaning it of all 
of our combined fluids.  Next, she moved even further down and cleaned off 
my balls, lovingly taking each one into her mouth and cleaning it slowly. 
This whole time, she is looking up at me with those blue eyes to see my 
reactions.  I am sure that she saw a lot because I was twisting and groaning 
while trying to watch everything that she did.  She reached up and took one 
of my hands to place on her head.  I understood what she wanted and began 
gently moving her head up and down as she swallowed my entire shaft.  From 
the grunts and happy moans that she was making, I was certain that she was 
enjoying this almost as much as I was.

                Just when I seemed like I was going to explode, she stopped 
what she was doing and straddled me once again.  God, if I had thought that 
she was hot and wet before, the heat I experienced when I reentered her was 
indescribable.  I had felt certain that I was about to explode when she was 
sucking me, but the moment I entered her again, the impending need to come 
seemed to fade.  I was still rock hard and my balls were definitely full, 
but I felt much more in control.  I am happy to say that we fucked for at 
least a half hour with her achieving multiple screaming orgasms before I 
finally felt my balls tighten up again.  This time, I didn't even think 
about warning her.  My hands came up to grab her hips, pulling down as hard 
as I could while I shoved up with all my might.  We both groaned loud enough 
to drown out the howling winds outside as I spewed inside her.

                When we both had finally recovered from the amazing 
experience, she kissed me fiercely and whispered, "Maybe next time we can do 
it in my bunk.  It's a lot more comfortable."  With that, she got up and got 
dressed.  She smiled at me, and then left me lying on the floor of the Cat 
with a contented grin on my face.  I was convinced that nothing would ever 
top what I had just experienced.  Well, it turned out I was wrong.

Chapter two

Curiouser and Curiouser

                After two weeks, Asburg was comfortable enough with our 
findings to reveal them to the research team that was serving as our host. 
We all gathered in the communal dining room where I had set up the A/V 
equipment.  The air of excitement was almost palatable.  Our hosts were 
excited because they were about to find out what we had discovered and we 
were excited to finally have a chance to reveal the anthropological 
discovery of any millennia.  "When Galileo first observed the heavens, his 
discoveries changed the world forever.  When the Manhattan Project first 
successfully split the atom, our boundaries of understanding were expanded a 
thousand fold.  What we have discovered, with your help, is on par with 
those discoveries."  He paused and used the remote for the DVD player to 
call up an image of the humanoids encased in ice.  "When we first began our 
observations, we believed that the creatures were either Homo Neanderthal or 
perhaps an early version of Cro-Magnon since both of these species of early 
man were very well traveled."  The image was replaced with a series of 
x-rays and ultra-sound images.  "We have since discovered that neither of 
these assumptions were true.  By cross referencing these images with known 
fossil remains, we have discovered that these creatures are actually 
Australopithecus."

                The excited murmurs from some of our hosts indicated that at 
least a few of them had some grounding in the history of early man.  Asburg 
nodded and continued.  "As you may know, Australopithecus is one of the 
earliest species of true humanoids ever discovered.  They evolved somewhere 
between three to four million years ago in Africa and thrived for over a 
million years."

                April, my lover of the past two weeks, raised her hand. 
"Doctor Asburg, what would a species that evolved so long ago be doing in 
this region?  I mean, even given the fact that the climate may have been 
much warmer, why would they leave Africa and make such a long trek?  How 
would they have done it?"

                 "Probably over some sort of land bridge that existed at the 
time, just as early man is believed to have come to the United States via a 
land bridge.  As for why, we are not sure at this point.  Our best guess is 
some sort of natural disaster forced them from their natural home.  Perhaps 
some sort of drought, disease, or even confrontation with later species of 
man could have caused it.  We may know more once I get the specimens that we 
unearthed back to the university.  For the next part of the discussion, I 
will turn the floor over to my colleague, Doctor Silverstein."  (Oh, in case 
I hadn't mentioned it earlier, that's me, Aaron Silverstein.)

                I got up and smiled at everyone just like we were at one of 
my lectures at the university.  " Biologically speaking, these humanoids are 
astounding.  Of course, we have no records of what Australopithecus was 
actually like except for very fragmented skeletons.  It had always been 
assumed, because of their very small skulls that they were simple creatures. 
Evolutionary speaking, they were believed to be only a couple of rungs up 
from animals."  I called up an image of an ultra sound of the largest 
specimen's skull.  "As you can see, the brains of these people were 
drastically different from anything we could have ever imagined.  Even 
though it is smaller than a modern man's brain, it is much more convoluted 
and complex.  We had believed that these early men had no pre-frontal lobes 
and thus would have been unable to process complex and abstract thoughts. 
It was the development of pre-frontal lobes in later species that would 
ultimately give Homo sapiens the edge they needed to essentially conquer the 
world.  It is my belief that these structures located on the four 'corners' 
of the brain may well have served the same purpose as pre-frontal lobes do 
for us."

                Charles Langdon, the leader of the expedition spoke up. 
"Are you trying to tell us that these creatures may have been as intelligent 
as we are?"

                I shook my head.  "No, no where near it.  Their brains were 
still very small compared to ours, but they would have been much more 
intelligent than originally believed and much more complicated then we have 
ever dreamed.  If Australopithecus had not died out, it may have well become 
the dominant life form on the planet instead of us."  I let this sink in 
before continuing.  "Even more amazing is their bodies.  We were amazed to 
discover that all of the individuals were male.  The three we unearthed were 
all closely related indicating probably that they were a father and sons. 
The ones remaining in the ice seem to be male as well, but we won't be 
absolutely sure until they are uncovered.  We were also able to determine 
that the largest was only thirteen years old."

                Langdon nodded.  "But isn't it pretty certain that early man 
aged much quicker than modern man?"

                I shook my head.  "More recent research indicates that early 
man, at least the more modern forms such as Neanderthal actually lived much 
longer than originally thought and probably aged at a rate comparable to 
modern man.  This was one of their downfalls because of their low 
birthrates.  The creatures had to have aged, at least to adulthood, at an 
incredibly rapid rate.  This would have given them a major advantage over 
later life forms if they had survived."

                April grinned at me.  "Well, I guess its lucky for us that 
they got caught in a flash freeze.  I kind of like being the dominant 
species."

                Everyone laughed and I let it go on for a second before 
switching to an image of the smaller specimen.  "The last significant 
discovery that we have for now is this.  The youngest specimen is 
approximately seven years old."  I let the image zoom in on the creature's 
genital area making everyone gasp.  I understood that reaction.  It wasn't 
every day you saw a seven year old with a thirteen-inch penis and balls that 
looked like they belonged on a bull.  "As near as I can determine, the boys 
mature sexually at an amazing rate.  It is entirely possible that they can 
successfully impregnate a female almost from birth.  This combined with 
their accelerated growth rate make this life form an incredible evolutionary 
attempt."

                A few days later, Asburg announced that he was going to fly 
back to the university with the three specimens we had been working on.  We 
had already made arrangements for more detailed tests to be done and some 
experts that Asburg felt he could trust to help with the studies.  I was to 
remain behind with the assistants to finish removing the other specimens 
from the ice and preparing them for transportation.  So Asburg packed him 
and the specimens onto the old airplane and flew off.  It was only about 
twelve hours later that we were hit with one of the worst storm in 
Antarctica's history.

                The domes were buffeted by winds of over sixty miles an hour 
and the temperature dropped to -75 degrees.  We were forced to bring 
everything in from the Cat because the vehicle was in the very real danger 
of being blown about and dashed into a million pieces.  After that, it was 
simply a matter of waiting out the storm.  We weren't too worried because 
the domes had been designed for such weather and we had plenty of supplies. 
I set up our lab in one of the storerooms and kept working.  The others were 
also working, but they could literally work anywhere there was a tabletop 
since they were simply studying the visual records that we had already made 
of the creatures.

                About three days into the storm, I was studying cell samples 
and blood samples from the specimens and made an amazing discovery.  Almost 
by accident, I ran a test to determine any hormonal imbalances in the blood. 
I was shocked to discover that every single sample from every single 
specimen had the exact same chemical make up as a pregnant female.  I ran 
the test again several times to make sure of my findings and every single 
one of them came back the same.  Every one of the apparently male specimens 
had been pregnant!  Once I made this seemingly impossible realization, I 
went back and studied all of the x-rays and ultra-sounds we had made.  They 
had not been made with the intent of determining pregnancy, but the ones 
that had been made of the chest, stomach and groin area did show several 
anomalies that we had not noticed the first time around.  What I had assumed 
were distortions caused by the ice and the relatively cheap machines we were 
forced to use could very well be fetuses.  These males had indeed been 
pregnant.

                This prompted me to study the images even more intently.  I 
noticed even more anomalies now that I was actually looking for them.  It 
wasn't clear, but there did appear to an additional structure in the 
specimen's anal passage.  It looked like there was a secondary passage 
attached to the anal course.  Added to this was there seemed to be a sort of 
flap or trapdoor directly in between the connecting area.  I didn't see 
anything that might be analogous to ovaries, but the images might not have 
been able to pick something so small or delicate.  All of my observations 
seemed to indicate that these early men were fully functional 
hermaphrodites.

                I revealed my discovery to April during our next love making 
session.  She had been particularly energetic and I had needed something to 
slow her down enough for me to catch my breath.  She gave me a look that 
was, at best, skeptical.  "Are you insane?  What are the odds of such a 
mutation cropping up?  Even more importantly, what are the odds of it 
breeding true?"

                I reached out and toyed with one her nipples, making her 
shiver.  "First of all, I am not comfortable calling it a mutation.  There 
are far too many variables that came out just right in these people.  If you 
were talking about random mutation, you would be talking about dozens or 
more random mutations occurring at once to create them."

                She giggled and gave me a mock serious look.  "So what are 
you saying?  Are you implying some superior force at work?"

One of the few things I had against April was the fact that she was an 
atheist.  Being very religious and the proud recipient of a classical 
rabbinical education, I firmly believed in the existence of God and could 
see his hands in pretty much everything that I studied, but to placate the 
woman that I was coming to care for a great deal I simply shrugged.  "Even 
the most hard nosed scientist has to admit, even if only to himself, that 
the universe and everything in it is just a little to orderly to have just 
happened.  Everything from cellular division to planetary formation happens 
with almost clockwork precision.  Everything happens exactly the way it has 
for billions of years.  Call it God or call it celestial mechanics, 
everything happens for a reason."

"So what do you think the reason was for this proto-humans to evolve this 
way?"

"That's easy.  Survival is the most common trait shared by all creatures. 
These people evolved or were given these traits to give them a chance to 
survive.  I mean, think about it.  Early maturation combined with allowing 
every single member of the clan to produce offspring gave them an incredible 
edge over other forms of early man."  I had regained my energy and my 
erection so I moved a little closer and slid back inside of her.  She moaned 
in response and wrapped her arms around me.  "If these early men had 
survived, they could easily have conquered the world."

I rolled on top of her and pulled her legs up so that they were pressed 
against my chest and began thrusting into her harder and harder.  During our 
many sessions, I had gained some degree of skill and a lot more stamina and 
I fucked her for nearly half an hour before I erupted inside of her.  She 
came with me and we both collapsed onto the bed.  "Well, I'm just glad that 
they didn't because I really like being who and what I am."  She paused and 
a very serious look appeared on her face.  "Aaron, I know that we started 
this as something fun and never intended anything to come out of it, but I 
think that something special is happening here."

I nodded and beeped her nose.  "So how do you feel about converting to 
Judaism?  I am pretty sure that I can get my folks to overlook the fact that 
you are the wrong race if you join the right side."

She chuckled and then turned serious again.  "Aaron, I'm late."

Now every man alive knows what that means and every man has probably 
imagined how he would react when he heard it.  My reaction was of pure 
stunned ecstasy.  Whereas April and I were not in love, there was definitely 
something there and I had no trouble imagining us making many babies 
together.  "Well, you know what this means, don't you?"  At here puzzled 
look, I smiled.  "You got us pregnant, so now you are going to have to do 
the honorable thing and marry me."

Well, the next morning I was practically floating on air.  Somehow, during 
the brief time since her telling me that she was pregnant and breakfast, the 
entire station had somehow found out the truth.  If you think the two of us 
had been the subject of jokes and good-natured ribbing when we were just 
having sex, then you can imagine how bad it was now.  We came into the 
communal dining room and it was "decorated" for some sort of party.  Rolls 
of toilet paper were draped from the light fixtures and hand made signs hung 
from the wall with badly drawn pictures of pregnant women and storks.  We 
were greeted with applause, which we took good-naturedly.  The site cook 
brought a massive flapjack with congratulations written on it in syrup. 
Copious amounts of homemade alcohol also flowed so when I finally took my 
leave and returned to the lab, I was more than a little tipsy.

Before I had set out to frolic with April, I had set a series of blood 
samples in a special emulsion that was designed to separate any gender 
specific hormones.  My idea was to see if these amazing creatures had the 
specific hormones of each gender or if some brand new types of hormones were 
present in what was essentially a whole new (old) species of creature.  I 
had taken just a little longer than I had intended with April due to our 
conversation about marriage and babies and found that the blood samples had 
sat too long in the emulsion and had become completely unusable.  I decided 
to chunk the lot of samples and try again later.  Now trying to safely 
dispose of biological samples when you are intoxicated is not the wisest of 
things and I knew this.  However, these were simply blood samples that had 
already been tested for any dangerous pathogens, so I wasn't too concerned. 
I had taken all but the last of the Petrie dishes and placed them in the 
sterilizer when the accident happened.  I stumbled carrying the last dish 
and fell.  The hand with the dish hit the floor and the dish shattered into 
hundreds of pieces.  Several razor sharp chunks embedded themselves in my 
palm and my blood mixed with the blood of the specimens.

Now had I been completely sober, I would have taken some precautions.  Any 
contamination by a foreign object is supposed to be immediately reported to 
the medical team and notations made in the logs.  As drunk as I was, I 
simply cleaned up the mess, wiped off my hand and wrapped a bandage around 
it.  I do vaguely recall making a mental note to see the nurse the next day, 
but mostly I remember wanting to go to bed because my head was spinning 
something horrible.  So I wandered off to bed to sleep off one of the few 
drunks I have ever had.

Now have you ever heard the old saw about how the greatest of events starts 
with the simplest of actions?  It is entirely possible that, had I gone to 
the nurse and gotten a simple broad spectrum antibiotic, none of the events 
that followed would have occurred.  As it was, by the time I had stripped 
off my clothes and tumbled into my cot after brushing my teeth, it was 
already too late to have changed to the course of things to come.  Deep 
inside of my body, cells that hadn't existed on this planet for millions of 
years were already at work and nothing on earth was going to stop them.



Chapter three

I woke up the next afternoon feeling better than I had felt in years. 
During my early years, I had operated, ever so briefly, under the mistaken 
idea that I wanted to play ice hockey.  My first game had cured me of that 
idea and left me with a dislocated kneecap.  It had healed properly, but I 
had been left with a nagging pain that became even more pronounced in bad 
weather.  So needless to say, during my time in at the bottom of the world, 
I had been in a bit of pain.  Since the storm had started raging outside, it 
had become even worse.  I literally leaped out of bed with not a single 
ache.  I felt incredible!  Even my hand, which had been throbbing like hell 
the night before, felt better.  When I unwrapped the makeshift bandage that 
I had put on it, I was amazed to see that it was almost completely healed. 
I suppose this should have sounded warning bells, but my memories of the 
actual injury were fuzzy at best, so I just assumed I had imagined the 
injury to be much worse than it actually was.

So after giving a very sleepy April a good morning kiss and grabbing some 
clean clothes, I headed for the communal showers to get cleaned up.  When I 
got there, I could hear water running so I tossed my towel and shaving kit 
on the counter, stripped out of my thermals and stepped around the divider. 
Barry was there and obviously just started his own shower because he was 
busy soaping up his body and didn't even notice me enter.  Despite the fact 
that I had never had a homosexual thought in my entire life, I felt 
strangely intrigued by his actions.  You know how most psychologists say 
that every one harbors some thoughts about doing it with the same sex some 
time in their lives?  Well, I never had single one.  Even though I remained 
a virgin until this trip, I had always been one hundred percent 
heterosexual.  So this is said, why was I suddenly staring at Barry like he 
was suddenly playmate of the month?

As I stated at the beginning of this little story, Barry looks like someone 
you would see on a football field or a box of Wheaties.  He was tall and had 
muscles everywhere.  He was completely hairless and I wondered for a second 
if he shaved.  I felt my gaze travel down his back and rest on his 
well-formed buttocks.  I was fascinated by the way the water was trickling 
down between the cheeks and rolling off the very large ball sack that I 
could see dangling there.  Despite the sexual calisthenics of the night 
before, I felt myself getting a raging hard-on.  Ordinarily, I would have 
been very embarrassed by this but now I felt perfectly relaxed with it and 
simply walked over to the showerhead next to Barry and started washing off.

                "Hey Doc, What's up?"  Barry seemed a little startled at my 
appearance and a quick glance downwards told me why.  I also found my 
erection getting even harder at what I saw.  Barry's very large cock was as 
hard as mine, and bright red in the way that only a cock that had been 
played with could be.  Barry had obviously been masturbating when I had come 
up.  This information only seemed to fuel my arousal.

"Not much, Barry.  I was thinking about giving the ultra-sounds and X-rays 
another look today.  I think there may some things that we missed the first 
go around."  I wanted to see if any more details about what I had discovered 
could be seen, but I didn't want to reveal what I had discovered just yet. 
I had finished the rinse off and was starting to soap down as I was talking 
so I didn't notice the odd expression appear on Barry's face and the way 
that he seemed to be unconsciously sniffing the air as we talked.  I did 
notice out of the corner of my eye that he had reached down and was lightly 
stroking his cock.

"Coolness, do you need any help with that?"  He may have meant the pictures, 
but I was suddenly aware of how he was staring at my cock.  Instead of being 
bothered by this like I should have been, I just shrugged and began soaping 
my own package.  I also noticed how he had edged closer to me so that we 
were practically touching.  Even over the running water and the steam, I was 
starting to notice a strong odor in the air.  It wasn't an unpleasant smell, 
kind of like a strong animal musk.  I was startled to realize that it was 
coming from me.  I was even more startled when Barry reached out and wrapped 
his fingers around my cock.

Any objections I might have had were quelled by the incredible jolt of 
pleasure that ripped through my body when he did that.  My cock seemed a 
thousand times more sensitive than it had just the night before.  It seemed 
like it was wired directly into the pleasure centers of my brain.  Instead 
of complaining, I just groaned and leaned forward against the wall as he 
stroked.  Even through all of this, I kept studying his face as looks of 
confusion and pure lust warred on his face.  He was panting and breathing 
deeply like he was trying to fill his lungs with the musky smell that was 
even stronger.

Suddenly it was like I was working on pure instinct.  I whirled around and 
grabbed Barry with both hands.  He seemed startled, but didn't stop fisting 
my shaft.  I applied pressure to his shoulders ever so slightly and he 
willingly dropped to his knees.  He looked up at me with a questioning look 
then seemed to understand what I wanted.  He leaned in and took the head of 
my cock into his mouth and began to suck.  Now even in my limited 
experience, it was obvious that he had never done this before.  Instead of 
giving me a blowjob like April would have given, he simply kept the head in 
his mouth and sucked.  Still, it felt wonderful and from the look on his 
face, Barry was definitely enjoying the feel and taste of it being in his 
mouth.

I let him do this for a couple of minutes and then I did the same thing that 
I had done with April during our first fuck.  I released his shoulders and 
grabbed his head with both hands.  With April I had been gentle and careful, 
making sure that she was willing, but I simply pulled Barry's head forward 
roughly and shoved my hips forward as hard as I could.  Barry gulped and 
struggled for a brief second then relaxed completely.  I groaned loud and 
long as I felt my cock slide completely into his mouth.  That was all it 
took to drive me over the edge.  I felt my balls tighten and cum spewed out 
of me and into Barry's mouth.  I was more than slightly surprised to hear 
him gulping eagerly, like it was the finest nectar ever made.

Like April had done many times before, after I was finished cumming, he 
pulled slowly out and licked every single inch clean as it came out.  Now 
you would think after such an intense orgasm that I would have felt at least 
a little satiated, but I was feeling even hornier that I had when we 
started.  Barry seemed even more dazed and confused than he had been before, 
but my mind seemed to be functioning in crystal clarity.  With more strength 
than I thought I possessed, I grabbed his shoulders again and pulled him to 
his feet.  He actually managed to grunt slightly as I spun him around and 
pressed him into the wall.

Water still poured over us as I shoved down with one hand making his butt 
stick out and up slightly.  My other hand was already wrapped around my 
aching cock.  Barry looked back over his shoulder and looked like he might 
want to object, but couldn't because of his loud panting.  I ignored the 
look and simply shoved the tip of my cock into his asshole.  The tightness 
and the heat of it were incredible.  Fucking April was a warm, slippery 
sensation.  Barry's ass was slick enough, thanks to soap and water, but it 
was much tighter and hotter than her pussy and God, it felt incredible! 
Without even thinking about it, I snapped my hips forward and buried the 
entire length of my cock inside of his bowels.  Our groans blended together 
as my balls slapped against his ass.

The smell of musk was practically overpowering now as I began to stroke in 
and out of his tight hole.  Barry was groaning continuously and kept bending 
lower and lower to give me better access to his ass.  He was grinding back 
against me just as hard as I was fucking into him.  There was no real 
finesse to it, just primal rutting with flesh pounding against flesh.  I was 
rapidly reaching the point of no return and wanted Barry to cum with me so I 
reached down underneath us and grabbed hold of his cock.  The hot, slippery 
flesh felt really good in my hand and I started stroking it in the same 
rhythm as I was fucking him.

Suddenly, I jammed my cock into him as hard as I could and stroked his cock 
as fast as I could.  We both came at exactly the same second.  As I filled 
his bowels with cum, he spewed his load all over the wall.  He went 
completely limp and would have fallen if I had not kept holding his hips.  I 
felt this incredible need to stay connected to him as long as possible and 
stayed in that position until my cock had gone completely limp and slipped 
out of his asshole.  When it did, I was astounded at the amount of sperm 
that started oozing out of the hole.  Much more than there should have been.

After about a minute, Barry struggled to his feet.  The musk was slowly 
starting to fade from the air and my senses seemed to be returning.  So were 
his apparently, because he turned bright red and quickly left the room.  I 
understood how he felt.  Now that the heat of the moment was over with, I 
was puzzled over exactly what had happened and why.  I definitely didn't 
feel like trying to hold a conversation with the man that I had just fucked 
the shit out of.  With a dozen questions still on my mind, I finished 
washing up and headed towards my tiny lab.

                By the time I reached the over sized closet that I called a 
lab, I was thinking much clearer.  The adrenaline and endorphins were slowly 
fading from my system and my clinical mind was starting to work on exactly 
what had happened and why.  I sat down and called up all the information 
that I currently had and pondered it.  Admittedly, my resources were 
limited, but I could find nothing that could have possibly caused what had 
happened.  All of the old science fiction movies I had ever seen about alien 
viruses taking over humans flashed through my head.  I had eaten them up as 
a child, loving how some strange virus or mutagen changed people into aliens 
or horrible monsters.  A part of me, that was still that kid, wondered if 
something similar was happening now.

                Now logically speaking, I knew that this was impossible. 
Viruses need living hosts to survive and thrive.  Human tissue crystallizes 
when frozen, destroying it.  This is why we have never managed to 
successfully freeze any living creature and resurrect them.  Even if some 
strange viruses had existed 3 million years ago, they would have all been 
destroyed when the specimens had been frozen.  Scientifically speaking, this 
wasn't a hundred percent certainty, but it was close enough that I put it 
aside as a possibility, at least for the moment.  Having eliminated that for 
the moment, I brought up my notes on the laptop and studied them.

                The only real differences in the bodies from modern man 
besides the obvious physical differences was a series of hormones that had 
no parallel in modern man's biology.  I didn't have an exact number, but 
there were at least a half dozen that I couldn't identify.  So logically 
speaking, if I had somehow become "infected" by these hormones, then they 
would also exist in my blood.  So I took a sample and examined it under the 
microscope.  What I found was not very encouraging.  Not only were the 
hormones present and in incredibly large amounts, but I could see that my 
white blood cell count was way too high.  This told me that my body was 
fighting some sort of infection and was probably losing the battle from the 
number of white blood cells.  Somehow I had become infected with something 
very powerful.

                Now as I pointed out in the beginning of this little story I 
am a certified genius.  I am fucking brilliant; that said I realized that my 
mind was working even faster and sharper than it had ever had in the past. 
Out of the blue, I came up with several more tests that I could run using 
what I had at hand.  I cannibalized the centrifuge and one of our portable 
chemical analyzers and strung together a gadget that would have made any mad 
scientist proud.  When I was done, I had my very own home made genetic 
analyzer.  By wiring it into my laptop, I was able to make a detailed scan 
of my DNA and chemical make up.

                I found that, somehow, I had acquired an additional sex 
chromosome.  As even the most basic layman knows, there are two sexual 
chromosomes X and Y.  The way they combine determines whether or not you are 
a little boy or little girl when you are born.  XX and you become a little 
girl.  XY and you become a little boy.  Sometimes you get doubling effects 
such as XXX, XXY, and XYY, but these are very rare and exceedingly not 
healthy for the lucky recipient.  Besides my proper XY combination, I was 
suddenly the proud possessor of another one attached to the beginning.  Call 
it an E chromosome with the E standing for Enigma.  I had no idea what this 
chromosome did but I suspected that somehow, despite all of the 
impossibilities, I had acquired it when I had cut my hand on the 
contaminated glass.  My body was obviously reacting to these changes as if I 
had some sort of illness, hence the elevated cell count.

                Now I was faced with a dilemma of epic proportions.  I was 
being affected by some unknown agents with no real way of determining 
exactly what was happening to me or what the final outcome would be.  In an 
ordinary situation, my first action would have been to warn everyone and 
then contact the CDC in Atlanta.  Unfortunately, these were not ordinary 
circumstances.  We were a very long way from the CDC or any sort of help. 
With the storm raging outside, we were effectively cut off from the outside 
world and I had been told by the base weather tech when the storm started 
that these storms could last for weeks or even months.  So I was on my own.

                Of course, even if I had managed to contact the CDC, all 
they would have done would be to put the base under quarantine until they 
could figure out what had happened.  Well, the base was already basically 
quarantined since we couldn't leave without serious risk to our lives and 
the world's greatest (see only) expert on these hormones and such was right 
here on the base.  So I made the decision to keep quiet about the situation 
until I could learn more.  If the storm cleared before I had discovered 
anything helpful then I would tell everyone what was going on.  Until then, 
I decided it was better to keep quiet than to create a panic.

                Now this may seem pretty darned irresponsible of me, but it 
made logical sense to keep this under wraps.  If there was a danger, there 
was nothing we could do about it until the storm passed.  I did decide to 
tell Langdon about what I had discovered so he could be prepared to move the 
moment that there was a chance.  If he made the decision to tell everyone 
else, then I would go along with his decision.  So I sealed up my lab and 
started looking for the man.  I found him locked up in a small room with one 
of the research station's team standing outside holding a very nasty looking 
revolver.

                "What's going on?"  I remembered that the guy's name was 
Vargas; that he was an expert in climatology, 28 Hispanic.  I had met him 
during the welcome party they had thrown us.  What I didn't remember was 
just how sexy he was.  He was about 5'11" and slender with dark brown eyes 
and thick curly black hair.  Almost against my will, I felt myself getting 
aroused again.  I fought to resist the feelings and peered at Langdon 
through the door's tiny window.  He was a mess with a nasty looking cut over 
one eye and a badly swollen face.

                Vargas looked reluctant to talk about it and seemed about to 
tell me to mind my own business when I noticed his nostrils flaring.  That 
made me notice that the musky smell I had noticed earlier was back.  It wasn't 
nearly as strong, but it was definitely there.  He blinked and then stared 
at me like he was noticing me for the first time.  "Sorry, Doctor 
Silverstein but what did you say?"

                I moved a little closer so that I was almost crowding him 
into a corner.  I somehow sensed that he wouldn't make a move against me. 
The smell was getting stronger as I looked him right in the eye.  "I just 
asked what happened?  Why is Doctor Langdon locked up and look like he had 
the crap beat out of him?"

                Vargas was breathing heavier as he spoke.  "About two hours 
ago, Doctor Langdon tried to sexually assault Ms. Chen in the dining area. 
He was practically incoherent but tackled her and was attempting to rip her 
clothes off.  Mr. Waters tackled him and managed to keep him on the floor 
until I got there.  We had to get pretty rough because he was completely out 
of control."

                For a second, I grinned imagining tiny Paul grappling with 
Langdon who was a very large and obviously strong man then I frowned because 
I realized that the assault had occurred at the exact same time I was 
fucking the crap out of Barry.  I had noticed that the musky smell had been 
in the air outside of the shower room, but hadn't given it any thought at 
the time.  I realized that any scent that could inspire two normally 
heterosexual men into a rutting frenzy would have an affect on anyone else 
that inhaled it.  The commissary was the closest room to the showers and 
thus the concentration of the musk would have been second greatest there.  I 
counted myself lucky that it had been relatively empty and that somehow Paul 
had managed to keep his wits even though he had to have been affected by the 
musk too.  I wasn't sure why he had been unaffected or why Angela had been 
unwilling to engage in intercourse with Langdon.  There were mysteries here 
and I had no answers.  I thanked Vargas and left him with a confused look on 
his face and an erection in his pants.

Chapter Four

                Now since I wasn't there for the next part of this story, I 
am going to hand the story telling over to my primary mate and let her tell 
what happened between her and Angela Chen.  I didn't find out about any of 
it until I came back to April's room to talk to her about what had happed 
with Langdon.  I would later find out that she already knew, having found 
out about the event from a first hand source.  So without further ado, here's 
April.

Girls' Time

                Now I'm no genius like my lover and I am not the greatest 
public speaker or writer, but I like to think that I can toss bull with the 
best of them so here goes.  As Aaron has already pointed out, my name is 
April and I am geologist working with the US Geological Institute studying 
how climatological changes effect land formations.  If its of any real 
interest, I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York and attended Eastern 
State University.  I have served in a lot of different climates ranging from 
desert conditions to my current assignment.  Put simply, I am one tough 
bitch.  Of course, being tough didn't keep me from falling for and getting 
pregnant by a Jewish nerd.

                When my story starts, I was blissfully unaware of what Aaron 
had discovered.  I was still in my bunk, recovering from some very wonderful 
love making when someone pounded on my door.  I quickly tossed on my robe 
and opened the door.  I was shocked to see Paul standing outside looking 
like he had gone ten rounds with Mighty Joe Young with Angela leaning on his 
shoulder.  She didn't look nearly as bad, but she did look terrified.  When 
he told me what Langdon had tried to pull, I was shocked.  I had served with 
Langdon for almost two years and had found him to be a logical and caring 
man.  I couldn't imagine him ever trying to rape someone.  Paul asked me to 
keep an eye on his colleague while they could figure out what to do with 
Langdon.  Of course I agreed to help in any way that I could.

                After Paul left, I led Angela over to my bed and went to get 
a cool washcloth.  When I got back, she had stripped off her shirt and was 
sitting there in only her pants and sports bra.  No as Aaron mentioned 
earlier, Angela is built like the proverbial shit house.  I'm no slouch in 
the looks department, but Angela could have been a model.  Despite the 
situation, I felt my pussy getting a little damp.  Now this didn't surprise 
me since I have been happily bi-sexual since I was thirteen and Angela was a 
total hottie.  Of course, I put these feelings aside because the last thing 
I wanted to do was try to come onto a rape victim.

                I knelt on the floor in front of her and softly began 
washing the dirt off her face and arms.  She quietly sat there and let me 
clean her like she was a child.  She even raised her arms and let me wash 
her sides where she had rolled around in something during her struggles.  I 
noticed that some of the grime and goop had managed to seep between her 
breasts and gently slid the rag in between them to clean it out.  When I did 
this, Angela took a deep breath and shivered slightly.  I also noticed that 
her nipples were become hard.  She seemed to be relaxing and started 
talking.  "It was the damnedest thing.  We were all sitting around in the 
dining area talking about the find, the storm and basically anything we 
could think of just to pass the time.  Somehow the conversation got turned 
around to sex and I guess I can understand why because I was starting to get 
a little aroused.  Paul asked me if I had a boyfriend back home.  I told him 
that I didn't have anyone at all.  That's when Langdon started coming on to 
me."

                I nodded and kept passing the cloth over her flesh since she 
seemed to find it comforting.  I also understood what she meant about 
feeling aroused.  I was getting hornier and hornier the longer she talked. 
"What happened exactly?"

                Angela shuddered again and seemed to unconsciously reach up 
and slip the straps of her bra off her shoulder.  Her breasts were more than 
firm enough to keep the bra up even with the straps off.  I took this a sign 
that she wanted me to go further.  I wasn't exactly sure why this 
description of a rape scene was turning us both on, but I couldn't seem to 
resist pushing the envelope.  "Langdon grabbed hold of my shoulders and 
tried to pin me to the table all the time muttering about how all I needed 
was 'a good man to show me what I was missing.'  I tried fighting him, but 
he seemed inhumanly strong.  If it wasn't for Paul jumping him and pounding 
his head with a metal plate, he might have actually raped me."  She paused 
and a far away look came to her eyes.  "Hell, it wouldn't be the first 
 time."

                This made me slow down in my cleaning.  "Someone raped you?"

                Angela nodded and tears welled up in her eyes.  "My father 
raped me continuously from the time I was six until he was arrested when I 
was 14 for raping a nine year old boy in our neighborhood.  I spent four 
years in therapy trying to get over what my father had done to me.  I 
eventually learned to live with what had happened, but I never was able to 
feel any sort of sexual attraction."

                I didn't know about before, but Angela was definitely 
feeling arousal now.  She was breathing heavily and her nipples were 
practically ripping through her bra.  She was crying freely now, but she was 
leaning forward as if she was begging me to touch her more.  I decided to go 
with the signals and dropped the cloth.  I kept a very close look on her 
face looking for any objections and slowly lowered her bra.  My breath 
caught in my chest when her boobs were revealed.  They were as magnificent 
as the rest of her with dark skin and areola the size of saucers with very 
large nipples.  "Until now?"

                She looked me in the eyes and nodded slowly.  I reached up 
with both hands and cupped her breasts carefully placing her nipples in the 
center of my palms.  She groaned loudly, startling both of us before leaning 
down to kiss me on the lips.  I shuddered as she pressed her bee sting lips 
to mine and happily welcomed her tongue when she pressed it between my lips. 
I felt her sliding my robe off and I moaned into her lips.  We spent several 
minutes kissing and fondling each other's breasts before she broke the kiss 
and leaned back.  "I've never even imagined doing anything like this 
 before," she said with a shy smile.

                I began gently twisting her nipples making her shiver again 
and again.  "We can stop if you want to.  This could be some sort of weird 
reaction to the assault."

                She reached down and covered my hands with her own.  "April, 
I have dreamed of feeling like this for fifteen years.  I don't care why I 
am feeling this way, I just want to keep feeling it."

                I smiled and nodded.  We both stood up and finished getting 
undressed.  I was already soaked, but when I saw her ass uncovered, I almost 
wet the floor.  She was literally perfect and I wanted her more than 
anything.  Now you are probably wondering how I could be feeling this way 
after just figuring out that I was in love with Aaron.  I should have at 
least been having some reservations about all of this, but all I was really 
feeling an intense need to fuck the shit out of this incredibly sexy woman. 
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her again.  She kissed me back and 
wrapped her arms around my waist with her hands cupping my ass cheeks.  I 
reached up and began fondling her breasts again.

                When we broke the kiss again, she smiled then stopped.  She 
sniffed the air with a puzzled look on her face.  "There's that smell again. 
I smelled it all the time we were fighting with Langdon."

                I stopped and smelled the air.  There was a kind of smell in 
the air.  It kind of reminded me of some of the scents that I used to smell 
when I went to the zoo with my parents.  It was a strong, musky smell, but 
was actually kind of pleasant.  "It is probably from the air circulation 
system.  We are always having problems with that thing.  It always needs 
servicing or repairing."  She looked like she was about to say something, 
but I shushed her with my lips and duck walked us both back to the bunk. 
She sensed that the time for talking was over with because she meekly 
allowed me to lie her down and climb on top of her.  I licked her chin and 
then slid down so that those magnificent nipples were at eye level.  Her 
areola had turned a deep, rich chocolate brown and was all crinkled and I 
swear that her nipples were at least a half an inch long.  I eagerly took 
one into my mouth and started sucking it.  Angela practically ripped my hair 
out when she wrapped her fingers in it and had her very first orgasm.

                "Oh, oh oh!  Oh my god!" were music to my ears as she 
thrashed about on the bed.  I knew better than to let the momentum go, so I 
released her nipple and moved even further down her wonderful body.  I spent 
several seconds licking her outie belly button making her giggle and squirm 
before sliding between her legs.  She had a wonderful little bush that was 
thicker near the top, but faded out the further down you went.  You could 
tell that she never shaved, but that nature had given her a perfect bikini 
cut.  I couldn't resist kissing her directly on her mound.  "Ohh, April that 
feels so good!"  She shoved her hips up to meet my lips and I happily licked 
her soaking wet slit.

                I was shocked when her clit sprang up from between her lips. 
It was huge!  As I licked it, it grew to nearly two inches long and was very 
thick.  It was almost like licking a miniature cock.  I even stopped licking 
it and took it between my lips and sucked on it while licking the tip.  This 
set her off again and I practically drowned in her juices as she came hard. 
The juices were incredibly thick and very pungent.  I have never tasted or 
smelled anything like it before.  It was also delicious.  I lapped it up 
like it was sweet honey.  She must have come at least a half dozen more 
times before I got enough and stopped.  Even then, I kept licking her lips 
trying to clean them off.  Of course, the more I licked, the more she 
produced.  I finally gave up and rolled over onto my side to rest.

                Angela propped herself up on one arm and looked at me with a 
look of pure reverence.  She leaned down and kissed me, oblivious to the 
fact that her juices were coating my face.  "Thank you, April.  I love you!"

                Now this kind of rocked me because I could see in her eyes 
that she meant it.  Somehow, this girl had fallen in love with me.  The 
scary thing was that I was feeling some very similar feelings.  My head was 
swimming from her taste and the scent we had noticed earlier seemed to fill 
the entire room and me.  I wanted to tell her that it was just the orgasms 
and adrenaline talking, but I couldn't seem to voice it.  Then she reached 
down and started sucking a nipple and any interest in talking was lost.  I 
laid back and let her have her way with me.

                Her touch was obviously inexperienced, but it felt 
marvelous.  She licked each nipple with love and nibbled on them.  I began 
breathing harder and harder as she stopped kissing my nipples and slid 
downwards.  She mocked my actions by giving my tummy a raspberry.  I laughed 
out loud and shoved her head down to get her to stop tickling me.  She took 
this as a signal and buried her face in my slit.  She attacked me like she 
was starving to death.  Her tongue shoved itself between my lips and screwed 
its way into my hole.  I came so hard that I saw stars and comets.  By the 
time I had come down from that, she was licking up and down my lips making 
me twitch even more.  She licked up to the top and sucked hard just like I 
had done.  I felt the most intense feelings that I had ever felt before and 
felt an odd movement.

                "Oh, its so pretty!"  I was about to ask what she was 
talking about when I felt her hot lips wrap around something and begin to 
pump up and down.  I am pretty sure that they could hear my groans back at 
McMurdo, but I didn't give a damn.  I grabbed her head and held it as she 
bobbed up and down.  I could feel something monumental building inside of 
me, and nothing was going to stop me from having it.  I lost control 
completely when one of fingers slipped inside of my pussy.  I jammed my hips 
upwards and shoved her head down as I erupted in the biggest climax of my 
life.  I shook and groaned for several seconds before collapsing back onto 
the bed.

                When I had finally recovered from the experience, Angela was 
curled up beside me and snoring lightly with a soft smile on her face.  I 
was amazed that she could fall asleep so quickly after such an intense 
experience, but the relief of years of sexual frustration in such a short 
time would have probably worn anyone out.  I pulled her close to me and 
snuggled with her.  I was drifting off to sleep myself and saw no need to 
sleep alone.  I did notice that the odor was fading now as the ventilation 
system cleared the room.  I vaguely remembered making a note to talk to 
Vargas about the air system to try and figure out what was causing the smell 
before drifting off to sleep.

I woke up several hours later with Angela still in my arms.  I felt 
amazingly relaxed and well rested.  I also felt incredibly comfortable 
holding Angela in my arms.  There were definite sexual feelings there, but 
there was also something else underlying it.  It felt almost like I had 
always imagined holding my child would feel.  I felt a weird maternal 
feeling towards her that really made no sense, but I put it down to the 
moment.  I decided to get us both some food because I was starved and I knew 
that Angela would be when she woke up.  I gently pulled my arms free and was 
about to get up when I happened to look down at my crotch.  What I saw 
shocked the shit out of me.  I had fallen asleep with my legs slightly 
spread so I had a pretty clear view and I saw a decent sized cock sticking 
out from the top of my slit.

Yeah I said cock!  Not an enlarged clit like Angela had, but an honest to 
gosh cock.  It wasn't very large, at least not while it was soft, but it was 
nice and pink with a dull red tip like a man's.  I could even see a small 
slit in the tip.  Now I could see what had surprised Angela when she had 
gone down on me.  Something really bizarre was going on here.  I didn't know 
what, but I had a hunch that whatever it was, it was just beginning.

Chapter Five

Answers and Questions

Okay, back to me now.  When I left Vargas, I had more questions than was 
probably healthy for someone to have.  I knew that the hormones and 
chromosome were affecting me from our discoveries.  Between what had 
happened with Barry and what had happened with Langdon, I had enough basic 
information to believe that everyone else was somehow being affected too. 
Now the question foremost in my mind was why was it affecting people in 
different ways and why Paul didn't seem to be affected at all.  Although two 
samples wasn't nearly enough to form a proper hypothesis, I could postulate 
from what I had observed of myself and Barry, the forces affecting us didn't 
seem to inspire any sort of violent reactions.  Hell, if Barry was any 
indication, they might even create a sense of docility in some subjects.  So 
why did Langdon suddenly feel the urge to commit assault and battery?

I had a very flakey roommate back in college who enjoyed locking me out of 
our room, especially when I had forgotten my keys so I had become pretty 
proficient at breaking and entering.  The door to Langdon's room wasn't much 
of an obstacle to my illicit talents so soon I was going through his things, 
trying to figure out exactly what was going on.  I found nothing in his logs 
or on his computer.  I was just about to give up when I found several small 
bottles similar to the kind you get prescriptions in from pharmacies.  There 
were no labels on them, but one was still half full.  I took it back to my 
lab and ran several of them through my newly invented analyzer.  I found 
that our Doctor Langdon had been ingesting Viagra.

Now I am pretty sure everyone knows what Viagra is.  It is a drug designed 
to promote sexual potency in older men and younger men suffering from issues 
such as Erectile Dysfunction.  Langdon apparently suffered from something 
like this.  Now this wasn't surprising, what was surprising was the dosage 
in the pills.  Langdon had been taking pills with almost three times the 
dosage most doctors recommend.  Now it was starting to make sense.  Take a 
man running on sexual overdrive, and then add in an unknown substance that 
seemed to inspire a level of sexual arousal like few people had ever seen.

When I went through Langdon's room, I had found a letter from Langdon's wife 
telling him how much she was looking forward to his leave time.  Langdon had 
made plans to take two weeks leave and visit his wife who was flying to 
McMurdo to see him.  He was scheduled to leave two days after the storm had 
locked us in.  I had a hunch that Langdon had been taking the Viagra to get 
ready for his time with his wife.  When the storm hit and blocked his 
leaving, he probably stopped taking the pills, but with the dosage level he 
was ingesting there would have still been plenty in his system when the 
entire ruckus started.  Which meant once the pills got out of his system, he 
should be fine and completely non-violent.

That solved, at least conditionally, one of my mysteries.  I still had no 
clue why Angela had resisted if she was being affected.  I figured I could 
get answers once she had calmed down and April had a chance to work on her. 
(No pun intended here.  Remember that I had no idea what was going on with 
the ladies.)  So I decided to check on Paul and see if I could find some 
answers there.  I found him in the dining area where all the excitement had 
happened.  He had an amazing variety of foods and substances in front of him 
and was taking deep breaths over each one of them with a delighted smile on 
his face.

"Hey Paul, what are you doing?"  I sat down beside him as close as I could.

He blinked and seemed to notice me for the first time.  "Hey, Aaron.  I was 
just smelling things.  About twenty minutes ago, I started smelling things 
and I was just trying to enjoy it as much as I could before I woke up from 
this dream and things were back to the way they were."  He must have noticed 
the confused look on my face because he continued.  "When I was three, I had 
a severe viral infection that completely destroyed my sense of smell.  All 
of my life I have never smelled a scent from anything I ate drank or 
encountered.  Right after the fight with Langdon, I started noticing things 
that I had never noticed before.  I walked by the coffee pot and realized 
that I actually smelled the coffee perking.  Since then, I have been trying 
to smell all of the things that I have been wondering about for sixteen 
years."

All of a sudden, the final piece of my puzzle just fell into my lap.  Paul 
suffered from Anosmia, which prevented him from smelling.  Which means if 
the musk that I was producing was some sort of scent based pheromone, then 
he would have been completely unaffected by the odor.  I thanked God for 
that, because if he had been affected too then Angela would have most 
probably been raped.  The news of Paul's affliction also told me something 
else.  I had noticed that I had been feeling better than I had ever felt 
before and that my cut hand seemed to have healed at an almost inhumane 
speed.  The fact that Paul's Anosmia seemed to have regenerated in a few 
short hours told me that whatever was happening to all of us was doing more 
than just turning us on.  Somehow, this was healing us and maybe even making 
us better.  The very thought excited, terrified, and turned me on something 
fierce.  I noticed then that Paul had stopped sniffing the various 
substances in front of him and was sniffing the air.  The musk had returned 
with my excitement and was filling the room just like it had in the shower.

I decided that I should leave the room before something happened like it had 
with Barry.  My sex drive seemed to be in overdrive, but I was still in 
control of my impulses.  I had just risen from the bench when the musk scent 
in the air seemed to double.  I looked up and saw Barry moving over to the 
coffee machine.  He was wearing a USC tee shirt and a pair of sweats.  From 
the tent in his pants, I could tell that he was feeling as horny as I was. 
Unfortunately for Paul, he also seemed to be producing the same kind of musk 
that I was.  All my reasons for leaving the room were washed away by the 
double dose of the musk and poor Paul was in serious danger of becoming my 
next conquest.  I tried to find reasons for stopping what I knew was coming, 
but they seemed to flit away from me before I could lock onto them.  In a 
very real sense, I was becoming as much a "victim" as everyone else.

Barry plopped down on the other side of Paul and swatted him on the back 
hard enough to rattle his teeth.  "Hey, Paulie!  How's the hero of the day 
doing?"

Paul blushed at the loud praise and squirmed away from him.  Of course, that 
made him slide closer to me.  "I'm not a hero, Barry.  I just did what 
anyone else would have done in the same place."

I had to grin at his modesty and even reached out to muss his hair like I 
used to do with my nephews back home when they were being a little too cute 
for their own good.  I noticed that he started breathing harder when I 
touched him and he kind of shuddered a little when I combed his hair with my 
fingers.  Despite my fading worries over what I was doing, I was struck with 
just how cute Paul was.  He seemed so shy and feminine.  Heck, he struck me 
as even more feminine in his actions than April.  "Maybe Paul, but I doubt 
that many people would have jumped someone twice their size like you did. 
You probably saved Angela from a bad scene and saved Langdon from ruining 
his life.  I think that deserves a pretty hefty reward, don't you think so 
Barry?"

It was almost as if Barry was reading my mind.  He stood up and scooped Paul 
up in his arms like he was a rag doll.  Paul seemed shocked, but didn't say 
anything.  He was breathing so hard that I was almost afraid he was going to 
hyperventilate.  Barry followed me as I left the commissary and walked back 
into the shower room.  I let them pass and slid the door to the room shut. 
Every room in all of the domes had thick metal sliding doors that were 
designed to seal the rooms in case the domes were breached and snow started 
pouring in.  They were hardly ever used, but I decided to use this one to 
give us a little privacy.  I had a hunch that things were going to get noisy 
and I didn't want anyone coming in to disturb us.

When I turned around, Barry was already starting to undress Paul who was 
just standing there with a puzzled look on his face.  Even as far-gone as I 
was, I was ready to stop the whole thing if Paul showed any signs of fear or 
resistance.  I was a little surprised by Barry's actions.  When I had fucked 
him earlier, he had acted confused but now he seemed as dedicated to 
screwing Paul as I was.  The fact that he seemed willing to follow my lead 
puzzled me too.  I was never what you call a dominant person and Barry 
always struck me as about as Alpha as you could get.  Why was he following 
me as if I was king of the world?  I suspected that it had something to do 
with the musk and the hormones running rampant through my body.  My musings 
were interrupted when Barry finished undressing Paul and started undressing 
me.  Before I even fully realized it, I was as nude as they were.  Paul was 
breathing hard and shuddering.

Almost as a single unit, Barry and I moved forward to wrap our arms around 
Paul.  I almost came when I felt my cock rub against his butt.  Paul moaned 
loudly and ground backwards against me.  I glanced around Paul and saw that 
Barry had wrapped one hand around his cock and the other around Paul's.  He 
was rubbing them together like he was trying to start a fire.  I did notice 
that Barry's cock seemed larger than it did during our first encounter.  I 
wasn't sure because I had been a little distracted and hadn't really paid 
attention to specifics.  Still, Paul definitely seemed to be enjoying the 
attention and I was really enjoying the feeling of his ass on my cock.

Hornier than ever, I reached forward and pulled Paul's head back.  His eyes 
went really wide when I turned his face and kissed him full on the lips. 
When I was screwing Barry, I had felt no desire to kiss him or do anything 
romantic, but Paul was definitely inspiring different emotions in me.  I 
kissed him gently and let my tongue play across his lips.  He shuddered 
again and opened his lips to allow my tongue inside.  Our tongues danced for 
several seconds before he pulled forward again with a moan.  I saw that 
Barry had dropped to his knees and started sucking on Paul's cock and 
understood Paul's distraction.  I started rubbing my cock up and down his 
ass cheeks.  My cock head felt a thousand times more sensitive than it had 
ever before.  I was leaking precum like crazy and his crack was getting 
slicker and slicker.  His crack was feeling wetter and slicker than April's 
pussy.  I wasn't really shocked when on one of my upward swipes, I felt my 
cock head brush his asshole and lodge in it.

Paul jerked and made a questioning noise.  He seemed about to question my 
actions when he shuddered from Barry's sucking and went quiet.  I took this 
as an okay and pressed forward.  I groaned out loud myself as my cock slid 
inside.  It felt incredible as I slid deeper and deeper into him.  It also 
felt much different than when I had fucked Barry.  It felt more like the 
times I had sex with April.  He felt much slicker than Barry had and I knew 
that it all couldn't be from my leaking cock.  The muscles in his ass felt 
different too.  They seemed much stronger and more directing.  I could feel 
them gripping my cock, moving it along even as I pushed deeper and deeper. 
Paul was breathing heavier and heavier and was shoving back and forth 
between my cock and Barry's mouth.

On one such shove, I felt Paul's muscles grip my cock and it suddenly 
slipped slightly upwards.  I felt my cock head pop between some entrance 
that should not have been there.  Paul screamed loudly and I was terrified 
that I had hurt him, but a quick glance at his face told me that he was in 
absolutely no pain at all.  I can only describe his expression as one of 
pure pleasure.  I heard a loud gulping noise and realized that Paul had 
erupted in Barry's mouth and that Barry was hungrily drinking it all down. 
Thus encouraged, I pushed forward and upwards until I was fully embedded in 
his ass.

Barry got back on his feet and took Paul's head in his hands.  Paul put up 
no resistance as Barry pulled him down to his crotch.  Barry moaned happily 
as Paul took his cock into his mouth and started sucking loudly.  This put 
his ass on the perfect level for fucking and I took full advantage of it.  I 
pulled out slightly and began fucking Paul as hard as I could.  The shower 
room was filled with groans, sounds of sucking and the sound of my balls 
slapping Paul's ass.  I was fucking as hard and as fast as I could and Barry 
was literally pounding Paul's mouth.  By all rights, Paul should have been 
in considerable discomfort, but he was right there with us.  He was sucking 
on Barry's cock like he was starving and the way he was twisting on my cock 
told me exactly what he was after there too.

Finally, I felt my balls tightening and shoved as hard as I could.  I felt 
most of my cock bury itself in the strange new place that had mysteriously 
come into being inside of Paul.  This seemed to set him off on a massive 
orgasm even though no one was touching his cock.  He groaned and this set 
off Barry who grabbed his head in both hands and buried himself in Paul's 
mouth.  Seeing this was all I could take.  I felt my cock erupt inside of 
him and it felt like I was pumping gallons of sperm into his ass.  It felt 
like my cum lasted for an hour before I finally relaxed.  Barry literally 
collapsed to the floor with a huge grin on his face.  This left Paul 
unsupported and he slid forward slowly which made my softening cock slide 
slowly out of his ass.  I actually felt myself squirt slightly as my cock 
head popped out of the new place, but felt a small degree of relief when it 
had slid completely out and Paul slumped to the floor beside Barry.  Within 
seconds, both of them were sound asleep on the bathroom floor.  With all of 
the adrenaline ebbing from my system, I still managed to make it to a wall 
before I keeled over completely.  My last thought before sleep claimed me as 
well was to wonder how I was going to explain all of this to April.

Chapter Six

Okay, as with April and Angela, I wasn't there for this part so once again I 
am going to hand over the story telling reins to another member of my clan. 
He claims that he could never write worth a damn and even bought term papers 
during his brief stint in college, so I hope he can do a good enough job to 
keep you entertained.  So here is Vargas.

Going to the dogs

Hey everybody, my name is Vargas Montoya.  I am 32 years old and originally 
from Brazil even though my family immigrated to the US when I was nine.  I'm 
not really much like the others you have met so far.  I don't have a degree 
or a super brain with all kinds of shit in it.  I managed two semesters of 
college before I dropped out and joined the Marines.  I served two six-year 
tours and got the exalted rank of Gunnery Sergeant before I mustered out 
about a year ago.  Thanks to some of the contacts that I had made during my 
service, I scored this high paying gig working as a security expert with the 
research team at the ice station.  It was a cushy job since none of these 
egg heads ever caused any trouble and the nearest other people were hundreds 
of miles away.  I spent more time carrying crap and taking care of the work 
dogs than I did actually securing anything.  Still I was being paid more in 
the six months I had signed on for than I had made during either of my tours 
of duty, so I wasn't complaining.  I have been told that I am very easy too 
look at.  I have brown eyes and a body that the corps spent twelve years 
trying to make perfect.  I have lots of muscles and the six pack that most 
body builders only dream about.  So needless to say, I never had any trouble 
getting some ass until I took the job here.

Most Latinos will tell you that we are a highly sexed people and there's a 
lot of truth to that.  There's a reason why we usually have large families. 
So even when I was deployed to different places around the globe, I always 
managed to get me some at least two or three times a week.  So you can 
imagine how horny I was when all this shit started.  I was two months into 
my six-month stint and hadn't gotten any unless you count my hand.  After we 
had locked up Langdon, Paul came and asked me what had happened.  While we 
were talking, I was shocked as hell to find out that I was getting stoked 
just by standing next to him.  My cock was so hard that I thought it was 
going to pop.  Now this really freaked me out because I had never gotten the 
hots for a guy before.  Hell, I had plenty of offers from my fellow soldiers 
during long lonely tours of duty and I had never been tempted to try it.  I 
ain't got nothing against it, just isn't my style.  Still, if he hadn't left 
when he did, I would have probably been suggesting something that would have 
gotten me punched in the face.

Langdon had finally calmed down and seemed to have fallen asleep so I 
decided it was safe to leave him for a while and stretch my legs.  We had 
him locked up pretty tight and there was no way for him to open the door 
from the inside because I had removed the handles and fixed the lock so that 
it could only be opened from the outside.  Superman might have been able to 
get out of there, but there was no way Langdon could.  I wandered down to 
the dining hall to get some coffee.  This took me past the shower room and 
even through the door; I could hear the sounds of someone being royally 
fucked.  This did nada to decrease my horniness since it seemed to me that 
everyone on the base was getting some ass except me.  To make things worse, 
the same damned smell that I had smelled when Aaron was talking to me was 
pretty much everywhere.  It was even thicker than it had been before and 
just smelling it was making me hornier and hornier.

After I filled my mug with stale coffee, I decided to check on the dogs. 
The station had three wolf/husky mix dogs that were used to pull sleds for 
equipment when the temperature got too cold for the diesels on the 
snowmobiles to work right.  They didn't see much use since most times we 
just stayed inside when it got that cold.  It was one of my duties to keep 
them fed, exercised and happy.  I didn't mind too much because I had always 
liked dogs and it gave me something to do.  Their "pen" was an unused 
storeroom in the back of Hut 2, which also served as our garage and machine 
shop.  I left Hut 1 and walked through the connecting tunnel.  When I did 
this, the smell seemed to get a little bit fainter, but not a lot.  Since 
all of the domes were serviced by the same air system, this told me that the 
filters probably needed cleaning again, which I would have to do as soon as 
the storm cleared.

When I got to the pen, I was greeted by happy barks and tail wags.  Now the 
three brutes we had would never win dog shows for beauty, but that really 
didn't matter up here.  Bear was the leader of the little pack and the 
biggest dog I had ever seen.  He stood about three feet at his shoulders and 
probably weighed as much as a good-sized man.  He was covered in solid white 
fur except for the tip of his tail, which was gray.  When I stepped inside 
and closed the door, he trotted up to me and started nosing in my pockets 
for the treats that I usually bring with me.  Since this had been an 
unplanned trip, I didn't have any, but I gave his massive head a scratch 
anyways.  Even though there were no treats inside my pant's pocket, he kept 
nosing around in there any way and started making a kind of low growling 
noise in his chest.  I had worked with these dogs long enough to know that 
he wasn't threatening me, so I just ignored him.

Charlie was almost as big as Bear, but colored coal black.  He was also the 
friendliest of the three and had never really outgrown his puppy stage.  He 
came over and sidled up beside me with an eager whine.  I reached down to 
pet him with the other hand.  Just then, Bear shoved his entire snout into 
my pocket and jammed it hard against my cock.  Madre De Dios!  I almost 
collapsed to the floor from the way it felt.  I pushed his head away and it 
took almost all of my strength to do it.  Bear sat back on his haunches with 
his tongue hanging out and a puzzled look on his face.  That was when I 
noticed that he was sporting a hard on that would have made any man envious.

I didn't know why I suddenly found it so interesting.  I felt hypnotized by 
the way it was shoved out of his hairy sheath.  I seemed drawn to the dull 
red tip that was already dripping some liquid.  My own cock was harder than 
ever and I could feel it oozing in my pants.  (For the record here, I never 
wear underwear.  I always like the feel of everything hanging down free.)  A 
quick look at Charlie at my side showed me that he had a hard on too.  It 
wasn't as big as Bear's but it was still very hard and dripping.  I decided 
to beat a hasty retreat and try to figure all of this out later.  That was 
when Charlie grabbed onto my belt and yanked as hard as he could.

Now I was already off balance, squatting down to pet the dogs so Charlie's 
pull sent me tumbling backwards onto the floor.  I hit pretty hard and saw 
stars.  When I came to my senses, Bear was back at my crotch, nuzzling me 
again.  Charlie had placed his paws on my shoulders, which kept me from 
getting the leverage I needed to sit up.  The last dog, Elvis (White with 
black spots, in case you were interested.) was sitting off to one side 
watching us.  His cock was just as hard as the others were but he seemed to 
be content for the moment just to watch.  I didn't know what the fuck was 
going on, but I knew that I had to get up and away from these loco dogs. 
When I started to struggle, Bear closed his mouth over my crotch and growled 
loudly.

This had a mixed effect on me, believe it or not.  The feel of his teeth on 
my dick and balls and the loud growl scared me because I knew that, if he 
wanted to, Bear could rip out my crotch and have it for breakfast.  It also 
felt incredible.  The pressure on my cock and the vibrations from the growl 
almost made me faint like a little schoolgirl getting her first kiss.  I 
stopped struggling and Bear released my jewels.  A second later, he grabbed 
onto my belt and waistband and tugged as hard as he could.  I was shocked to 
feel the leather belt and the khaki fabric part like tissue paper.  I had 
never realized just how strong these dogs were.  Seconds later I was naked 
from the waist down except for my boots and socks.  A second after that, 
Bear started licking my cock.

                Now I am no big thinker and I was already confused by all 
that was going on so I wasn't thinking very clearly, so the moment that dog's 
tongue hit my cock I was gone like tequila at a fiesta.  It felt so fucking 
good and I was so fucking hot that I didn't give a damn that it was a dog 
licking my cock.  I just spread my legs like a cheap whore to give the beast 
more room to work.  Bear seemed to really like this because he crawled 
between my legs and really started licking.  Every time he dragged that huge 
tongue up my cock shaft, I just groaned and jerked my hips for more.

                Once he was done licking my cock, Bear started in on my 
balls.  He opened his mouth as wide as he could and took both of them 
inside.  He started licking them while he was holding them inside his mouth. 
It felt so damned good.  His mouth was hotter than any woman's I had ever 
had was and he kept "chewing" on my nuts while he was licking me.  I couldn't 
take it any more and came like never before.  I must have spewed gallons of 
cum all over my chest as I pumped out load after load.  Of course, this got 
Charlie's attention.  He leaned down and started licking the stuff off me. 
First, he cleaned off my chest and then went to work on my cock, which was 
slimy as hell.  Between him licking my cock and Bear still working on my 
balls, I didn't even start to go soft.

                I was doing my best to think and try to figure out what was 
going on, but it wasn't doing much good.  The dogs seemed much smarter than 
they had ever been before and I wasn't really dumber, but I was really 
having a lot of trouble thinking straight.  Like any Latino male, I have 
been accused of thinking with my cock, but today it seemed like my little 
head was definitely doing all of the thinking.  I could smell that damned 
smell again, but it was a like a million times more powerful than before. 
Even though I knew something funky was going on, I just didn't care.  When 
Bear stopped sucking on my sack and shoved his tongue up my ass, I just 
spread my legs wider and raised my hips up to meet him.

                I'm pretty sure that I howled just like a dog myself when I 
felt his thick hot tongue slide into my ass.  I know I was squirming around 
and panting like a bitch in heat when Charlie started licking my cock and 
balls.  When I felt something hot and sticky dripping onto my face, I wasn't 
the least bit surprised to see Charlie's cock hanging directly over my face. 
He had stopped trying to hold me down and had moved forward to get better 
access to my crotch.  His thick slab of meat was right over me and as horny 
as I was, it looked delicious.  Like a thick juicy steak and I felt like I 
hadn't eaten in weeks.  From the way he yelped, I don't know who was more 
surprised when I leaned up and licked it.

                Charlie's cock had a thick, slightly slimy feel to it and 
had a really gamy taste to it kind of like really old beef jerky, but I didn't 
care.  He was sucking on me so the least I could do was return the favor.  I 
leaned up some more and turned my head to one side.  This let me take his 
cock tip into my mouth.  This really made him happy and he shoved almost two 
inches in with one thrust.  I sucked as hard as I could while I reached up 
with one hand to play with his balls and the other to stroke the part of his 
cock that I couldn't reach with my mouth.  The pungent smell and taste were 
driving me insane with lust so I sucked harder.

                I must have sucked him for a half hour while Bear kept doing 
his best to shove his entire head up my ass before I felt his balls began to 
get really tight.  I watched in pure heat as his knot came sliding out of 
his sheath.  The hand that I was using to stroke him reached out and cupped 
that massive ball of flesh and rubbed it hard.  Charlie howled loudly and 
shoved another two inches of cock into my mouth.  I felt his cock swell up 
and then I was being drowned in dog cum.  I was in shock at how much there 
was of it.

I had once entertained the foolish idea once that I wanted to be a 
veterinarian when I grew up so when I was in my early teens, I read pretty 
much everything I could about animals and how their bodies worked.  I knew 
that dogs actually produce very small amounts of cum each time they orgasm. 
This is why they have the knots.  The knot locks them together with the 
bitch so that they can keep pumping cum into her for a very long time. 
Charlie was filling my mouth with more cum than I usually shoot when I jack 
off and it tasted incredible.  I took every drop and kept trying to suck 
more out of him until he finally pulled away from me and stepped back 
several feet.  He was still rock hard, but seemed to be satisfied for the 
moment.

Meanwhile, Bear finally get tired of licking out my intestines and pulled 
his tongue out.  The break in the mind numbing pleasure I was feeling kind 
of helped clear my head.  I realized just how fucked up what was happening 
was.  I licked my lips and tasted dog cum on them.  Part of me wanted to 
throw up at the taste, but a part of me didn't care.  I decided that the 
best thing for me to do was to get the hell out of there and figure out what 
had happened later.  I didn't trust my balance enough to get up the way I 
was so I rolled over onto my hands and knees to make it easier to get up. 
Big mistake on my part, after all they don't call it the "Doggy style" 
position for nothing.

The second I was kneeling Bear leaped forward and tackled me.  He wrapped 
his fore paws around my waist and jammed his rear paws between my legs to 
keep me from getting up.  I started cursing at him in Spanish, Arabic and 
even some Chinese that I had picked up from an old girl friend, but then he 
jammed his cock head into my asshole and the cursing stopped.  Man, if his 
tongue had felt incredible, the feeling of his cock head sliding into my ass 
was heavenly.  I could feel his cock spilling his juices into my ass and 
also some sort of weird wetness coming up my ass to meet his cock.  It felt 
kind of like when you have the runs and everything comes out, but much 
nicer.  I could feel every single inch of his cock as it slid into me and I 
wanted more.  I kind of waggled my hips like I had seen female dogs do to 
encourage him.

It worked better than I could have imagined.  Bear barked loudly and shoved 
his hips forward hard!  Before I could even blink, he had jammed all seven 
inches of his meat into my asshole and I could feel his knot knocking at my 
back door.  I was panting just as loudly as he was and my cock felt like it 
was going to explode again.  I could feel something really incredible inside 
of me and wondered if I was feeling what a woman felt when she was about to 
cum.  Just when I was thinking that it couldn't get any better, I felt Bear's 
cock twist inside of my ass.  It was like my ass muscles suddenly grabbed 
his shaft and moved it.  I felt his cock tip slide up and any kind of 
thoughts I had were wiped away.  Suddenly, I was nothing more than a bitch 
that needed breeding.

Bear seemed to agree with me because he started yelping and pushing harder 
and hard into me.  I felt his knot press against my sphincter and then shove 
it open hard.  It should have hurt because the damned thing was as big as my 
fist, but all I felt was pleasure and satisfaction.  He kept pumping harder 
and harder, driving the knot deeper as his cock slid further into me.  This 
had to go on for an hour before he stopped shoving and locked his legs.  I 
felt something thick and slick being pumped into me and that sent me off on 
the first orgasm that I have ever had without someone touching my cock.  I 
shook like I was having a malaria attack and came all over the floor.  I 
must have cum for a good three minutes, even though my balls were drained in 
ten seconds.

I don't know how long it took for Bear to finish and shrink down enough to 
slip out of me.  He got down from my back and walked over to stand beside 
me.  I swear that he was smiling at me as I crouched there on the floor 
panting.   I was just about to try to get up again when Bear looked over my 
shoulders and barked loudly.  I wasn't sure what was going on until I felt 
Elvis jump up on my back.  I was too weak to even try to resist as he jammed 
his cock inside of me.  I saw Charlie sitting off to one side with his own 
massive erection and remembered how I used to watch as the neighborhood dogs 
would take turns with a bitch in heat for hours and hours.  I looked over 
and saw that Bear's cock was already getting hard again and realized that 
was what was happening here.  As my mind gave out to the powerful fucking, I 
prayed to God that it would last forever.

Chapter seven

Escape Overture in two parts

Part One

Okay back to me for the moment.  When I finally came too after the three way 
with Barry and Paul, I felt like I had slept for hours.  My watch told me 
that I had only been asleep for about an hour or so, but I felt completely 
rested and reenergized.   I was still horny as hell, but decided that this 
seemed to be the natural state for whatever was happening to us.  Once again 
I was struck by the severe lack of embarrassment or regret for what I had 
done.  I had cheated on the woman who would bear my child and practically 
raped Paul.  I should have been feeling at least a little shame or regret, 
but I wasn't.  Part of it was the strange new hormones coursing through our 
bodies, but I sensed that something fundamental was changing in our very 
mindset.  I had no idea where this journey was taking us, but it was 
definitely changing us even though I was not sure if it was for the better.

I disengaged myself from my two lovers and smiled at the way Paul was still 
clutching Barry's cock possessively.  They hardly even stirred as I got 
dressed again and left the room, closing the door again behind me.  I 
started back to April's room to see how she was doing and to check on 
Angela, but stopped when I realized that the door to the room where Langdon 
had been locked up was standing wide open and there was no sign of Vargas. 
After knocking on April's door and telling her to keep the door shut and 
locked just in case Langdon was still dangerous, I set out to find Vargas. 
This wasn't easy because the base was pretty large and currently only held 
seven people.  Since two were asleep in the shower room and two were hiding 
in April's room, I didn't have a lot of help in my search.  (For the record, 
there are two other members of the research team, but they left with the 
Professor for some leave in McMurdo so the place was pretty deserted.)

After searching all of the residential dome and the dome where we kept the 
lab equipment for both teams, I checked the storage dome.  To say I was 
surprised to find Vargas on the floor of the dome naked would be an 
understatement.  To say I was shocked to find him being screwed up the ass 
by a dog the size of my motorcycle back home would be the understatement of 
the millennia.  From the way two other dogs were lying around asleep with 
contented looks on their fuzzy faces, I judged that all of this had been 
going on for a while.  I was just about to try and pull him off of Vargas 
when it hit me.  The musk was overpowering here, much more powerful than it 
had been with any of the other situations.  It was like all of the O2 
molecules in the air had been replaced by the musk, but somehow you could 
still breath.  My hardon, which had never really gone down, sprang back to 
full erection and then some.

When I approached the dog and Vargas, the mutt looked up at me and whined, 
but I just glared at him.  I was already unzipping my pants when he kind of 
dipped his head down and dropped his tail below his legs.  He backed off of 
Vargas and climbed down.  His cock made a loud popping noise as it slid out 
and more cum than I had ever imagined started oozing out of Vargas' asshole. 
These dogs had been obviously fucking him for a while and from the look on 
his face, he had been loving it the entire time.

Almost without thinking, I dropped down to my knees behind Vargas and 
grabbed onto his ass.  Had I been thinking clearly, I would have been 
shocked and even grossed out by what had happened and what I was about to 
do.  But with my mind fogged by the massive amount of musk in the air, I 
just shoved myself balls deep inside of his slimy ass and started fucking. 
Vargas could obviously tell that I wasn't one of his canine lovers because 
he seemed to come to his senses.  He straightened up and glanced behind at 
me.  I could see the questions in his eyes, but I didn't care.  I slid my 
cock out about half way and then shoved it back in again.  This made him 
close his eyes and groan.

God, he felt good.  His ass was white hot and slicker than oil.  I could 
feel the dog cum oozing around my shaft as I slid in and out.  Vargas was 
panting so hard that I was afraid that he was going to hyperventilate and I 
wasn't much better off.  My balls were slapping his ass cheeks and I could 
feel his ass muscles gripping and guiding my cock as it went.  I was only a 
little surprised when I felt them grip me tightly and shove my cock head 
upwards.  Just like with Paul, I slid into a place that shouldn't exist and 
just like with Paul, it felt like pure heaven.  My cock almost seem to 
lengthen so it slid even deeper.  When this happened, I truly lost it.

I started pounding into Vargas as hard as I could, making him moan louder 
and louder.  As I screwed him, I happened to look over at the dogs and was 
amazed at what I saw.  The smallest of the animals was crouched down on the 
floor and the biggest of the brutes had mounted him.  I was shocked to see 
that the bigger one was shoving one of the biggest cocks I had ever seen 
into the other dog's ass.  Now I know that certain animals do practice what 
we would consider homosexual relations mainly because most male animals are 
always ready for sex and females are only ready during heat.  Dogs, 
gorillas, chimps and many others hump each other and anything else they can 
get their paws on, but I had never seen two male animals actually screwing, 
but the biggest one was definitely sliding his cock in and out of the other 
dog's ass.  Even more amazing was the fact that the other dog was loving it.

This made me even hotter and I could feel the cum boiling in my balls.  I 
wanted Vargas to cum with me so I did something that his doggy lovers couldn't 
do.  I reached around and started pumping his cock with my hand while I 
screwed him as hard as I could.  This made him buck and moan.  He started 
fucking back against me harder and harder.  He started whining almost like 
the dogs over beside us as I started filling him with even more cum.  He 
started spewing all over my hand and the floor.  I could feel it, as my cock 
head seemed to expand and plug the entrance to the new place.

When I recovered from my orgasm, I pulled very gently out of Vargas and sat 
down hard on the floor.   Vargas slumped forward and slowly rolled over onto 
his back.  I could tell that his pleasure drunk mind was starting to fade 
because he actually looked aware of his surroundings again.  I glanced over 
at the dogs and saw that they had finished too.  The two smaller ones were 
lying on their sides with cum leaking out of them.  The bigger one was 
sitting to one side watching us with what seemed to be a highly intelligent 
expression on his fuzzy face.

Once our orgasms had faded both Vargas and I seem to come to our senses. 
The musk was still in the air, but it didn't seem to have a great a hold on 
us as it had before.  Vargas rolled over onto his side and stared at me 
intently like he was trying to figure out what had happened.  I was watching 
his eyes looking for any signs of anger or aggression for what we had done, 
but there was nothing there but curiosity.  "So, Amigo.  Do you want tell me 
what the fuck is going on here?"

I took a chance and gave him the Reader's Digest version of what I knew and 
what I thought was happening.  It actually felt good to finally tell someone 
what was going on.  He listened to everything without saying a word, then 
shrugged.  "My parents would make some smart ass comment about water and 
bridges.  You didn't know what was going on until it was probably too late 
to do anything about it so no fault on you.  We have got something more 
important to worry about.  If Langdon is lose, no telling what sort of 
trouble he might cause."

I agreed and gave silent thanks to God that Vargas had a good head on his 
shoulders.  We did a complete search of the base, but found no sign of him. 
We were at a loss until we decided to check and see if he was hiding in the 
Snow Cat.  When we opened the door that led to it, we were blasted with 
ice-cold winds.  The temporary tunnel between the building and the cat was 
torn to shreds and the massive snow vehicle was gone.  We now knew how he 
had gotten away from the base.

"Dios!  Now I wish we hadn't keep that damned thing idling all this time. 
The engine would have frozen up and there would have been no way he could 
have cranked it without days of thawing."  For those who don't know and as I 
found out, diesel engines are very vulnerable to freezing temperatures.  To 
keep them from freezing up completely, they have to be kept at a low idle so 
that the heat of the engine can keep the fuel from freezing.  I had known 
that the engine on the cat was still going, but hadn't realized why until 
Vargas explained it to me.  "He must be headed for McMurdo, but why?"

I remembered what I had found and snapped my fingers.  "His wife is supposed 
to be there.  They were going to get together during his leave.  He must be 
trying to get to her."

"How bad will it be if he gets around other people?"

"Worse case scenario is that we could be looking at a world wide Pandemic. 
It takes a while for the symptoms to manifest themselves and even longer for 
any physiological changes to occur.  If we don't find some way to stop him 
and at least isolate him, then people could become infected, leave McMurdo 
and spread the changes to the entire world."

"Okay, that definitely counts as bad," Vargas said.  He pondered for a 
second, and then motioned for me to follow him back to the dog's dome.  He 
approached several objects covered with heavy tarps and pulled the tarp off. 
Underneath were four very large snowmobiles, complete with helmets.

"You are insane.  It is below zero outside and the visibility is next to 
nothing.  There is no way in hell we can make it through all of that to 
McMurdo."

"Hey Amigo, if we want to stop Langdon from turning into the next Typhoid 
Mary, then we have to do something."  Vargas shrugged.  "Hey, they are 
gasoline powered, can go over 80 miles an hour and they have enough range to 
get us there at least with a little luck.  Our only other option is to hope 
that Langdon doesn't make it to the town."

I nodded and we split up to get the gear we would need.  Vargas had a spare 
suit that he said he would loan me that had heating elements that could be 
plugged into the mobile's electrical system so I went back to my lab to pick 
up my palm top that also had a satellite GPS built into it.  It should allow 
us to plot a relatively straight course to McMurdo, if we didn't fall into a 
ravine or get blown away by high winds.  Then I stopped by April's room to 
check on her and Angela.

When I knocked on the door, April stepped out clad only in a smile and 
sandals.  I had seen the look on her face enough times to know what she had 
been doing.  The words "freshly fucked" came to mind.  I ached to ask her 
what was going on, but realized that I didn't have the time.  I quickly 
informed her of what Vargas and I planned to do.  I didn't want to worry her 
so I just told her that Langdon had flipped out and stolen the cat.  She 
seemed to buy the story that Vargas and I were simply going out to try and 
rescue him.  She also seemed to want to tell me something, but couldn't seem 
to find the words.   I gave her a passionate kiss and told her that we would 
be back as soon as we could.

I got into the suit that Vargas gave me, feeling like a small child wearing 
their parent's clothes.  Vargas and I were close to the same size, but he 
was much more buff than me so the damned thing fit very loosely.  After 
that, it took us nearly an hour to fuel up the mobiles and drag them 
outside.  As Vargas gave me a quick course in driving the things, I did 
notice that the storm seemed to be lessening.  The winds were much calmer 
than they had been just an hour ago and I imagined that it also seemed a 
little warmer.  This gave me some hope that we were going to make it to our 
destination alive, but it also worried me because Langdon would have a much 
easier time too.

"Hokay, Aaron," Vargas said as he mounted up.  "If you know any prayers or 
have any favors that Dios owes you, now might be a good time to cash them 
in."  He pointed to the fuel cans strapped to the back of the snowmobiles. 
"If I figured it right, we got just enough gas to make it there with a 
little bit of margin for error.  If we fuck up or miss, we are going to be 
the greatest scientific discovery of the next million years."

I nodded and tried to smile encouragingly as we headed out.  I didn't want 
to mess with his morale so I didn't tell him that the only prayer that I 
could think of after years of school was The Prayer for the Dead.  Somehow I 
doubted that bit of information would have made him feel better.