Summary: It is the year 2741. A rogue bio-weapon has eliminated males from human society. For centuries, girls have been born from two mothers using biotechnology. Then limited time travel was invented, and Jason was snatched from certain death in 2021. His task is now to restore the y-chromosome to the human genome, and to take what pleasure he can in the process.
Content warning: This episode contains some fetish elements: smelly women, piss, and mild bondage.
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I sit in the sofa, enjoying some moments alone after an intense night with Allie and Cora. I call up a map on the wall, and search for shops and the like in the neighborhood. There are a few cafes and restaurants nearby, and a sex shop. I commit their location to memory, and decide to check them out soon. Then I go to the bathroom, and take a shower. After all, smelling of Allie and Cora when the next woman appears would be inconsiderate.
As I leave the bath, the walls inform me that my next guest has entered the building. Having no clothes to wear, I go directly to the door to receive her, but the wall updates me: she has taken the stairs instead of the elevator.
The stairs? This is the 17th floor. I go back to the sofa, it will take her some time. Before I expected it, the wall announces her arrival, and I open the door.
Outside is a tall black woman in a red sports jersey and blue shorts. She is very winded and sweat runs down her face and arms.
"That stair almost... killed me. Can I... have a glass of... water, please?"
"Sure, come," I say, and take her to the kitchen.
She quickly drinks three glasses of water. She is a beautiful and athletic woman, slightly taller than me. Her short hair is curly in a natural afro style, and her skin is darker than any I have seen since I arrived, although it would not have been exceptional in my own time. She is slowly getting her breath under control.
"I'm Ayla, by the way. I train for the marathon later this month, so I thought it would be smart to run here. It's 23 kilometers, so a bit more than my usual daily run, but I need days like that." She pauses to catch her breath. "But remind me never again to run up that many stairs after running half a marathon!"
She laughs at her own excesses. I look at her bare feet.
"You ran 23 kilometers barefoot?"
"Of course. All competitions are done barefoot, so I have to train like that too. Shoes would be cheating, that would give an unfair advantage."
I just nod. "Let's get you out of these clothes."
I remove her jersey, and then her wet sports bra. She is still very hot, and sweating massively after the long run. I hug her, and feels her wet sweaty body against mine.
"You may have to start slowly as you fuck me. And a shower would probably make it more pleasant for you."
"I would like to start with you as you are. Yes, you smell of sweat, but it is fresh girl's sweat. I kind of like your smell! I have never fucked a sweaty athlete!"
I pull down her shorts, revealing her sensible white cotton panties, damp with sweat. Moments later I have her as naked as myself, and lead her to the bed. She lies down on her back, and I begin kissing her on her mouth, and on her small but beautiful breasts. She tastes salty, and the combination of her smell and taste makes me so horny. I reach down to her hairy pussy, and rub it. Soon her panting appears to arousal rather than running up the stairs.
"Get on your back, I want to be on top."
I roll over, and she impales herself on my dick. Her pussy is tight, warm and very wet. She is still sweating profusely, sweat drips from her face and from her nipples as she rides me, and it runs down her belly. I try not to come to fast, but soon I have to give in, and I shoot my seed inside her. But I remain hard, and she continues to ride me until she comes as well. Then we roll around until I am on top, and I turn around to make a 69. She sucks eagerly on my dick while I lick her wet and salty cooch. It does not take long before I come a second time, this time in her mouth. Now I cannot stay hard, but she continues licking it. I lower myself until my crotch is resting on her face, my now almost flaccid dick entirely in her mouth.
For maybe half an hour we lie like that, her tongue playing with my dick while I suck on her clit or licks the wetness from her slit. Eventually, she tries to move, and I get off her.
"Now I want that bath!"
I nod, and we go to the bathroom. We piss while the huge bathtub fills, and then she gets into the tub, and signals for me to sit in her lap. I have often had a girl sitting in my lap, but never the other way round, it somehow does not seem right. But in a society with only one gender I guess it makes sense. She is slightly taller than me, after all. I get into the tub.
She begins playing with my dick with her right hand, while her left hand slides over my chest, playing with the hairs. I lean back, and feel her tits against my back. Soon, she reaches for the soap, and begins to wash me. I stand up while she washes my private parts, both dick and asshole. Then she makes me lift one foot at a time and wash them. Finally, I sit down in the tub, and she moves to sit in my lap.
Before I wash her, I play with her pussy and tits, she leans against me and clearly enjoys it. Finally, I wash her all over, from her pretty face to her feet, the only part of her body that is somewhat rough.
As we dry off, I ask her if she is ready for more sex.
"Yes, but I would like it rougher this time. I am an athlete, I train hard and am not afraid of a bit of pain or a few bruises. Don't hit me, that kind of stuff is not me. But fuck me hard, in the ass, in the pussy and in the mouth. Maybe tie me to the table in the kitchen first."
"Sure. I'll tie you up and fuck you. But I better take the ass last, so you don't get infections."
"Infections? That's not going to happen, I get my Omnivax every year. Go from the ass to any other hole if you like, that is part of a rough fucking!"
We go to the kitchen. I remove the chairs around the table where I normally eat, and have her bend down over it, face down. Then I spread her legs so far apart that her ankles reach the legs of the table. I use a dishtowel to tie each ankle a the table leg, then I tie her arms to the two remaining legs.
I go behind her. Seeing her ass displayed like this turns me on. I press my dick against her pussy, and enter her from behind. I enjoy her wetness as I side in and out of her a few times, then I pull out. I grab the olive oil, and lube her ass, then I press my dick into her backdoor. She screams.
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes. Continue."
I fuck her in the ass. She let out a small scream every time I go in. Then I go back and fuck her pussy. Then her ass again, and then I put my dick into her mouth.
"Make it clean, but don't make me come."
She cleans my dick with her tongue, and I fuck her in the mouth. Then I go back to her ass and pussy, and back to her mouth once more. I keep it going for more than half an hour, before I can no longer hold back my cum. I manage to pull out of her ass and jam it into her pussy just before ejaculating.
"And that, my dear Ayla, was signal for lunch! Do you want to be untied before eating."
"Yes."
"Say 'please'. No, beg to be untied!"
"No way," she laughs. "Keep me tied up, then. Just feed me."
I ask the kitchen to make tapas, and sit down with a large plate of delicious small morsels. I feed them one by one to Ayla, eating my share along the way.
When we have eaten, I go to the bathroom, leaving her tied up in the kitchen. Then I go to the living room, and stands ten minutes or so, looking out the window. Finally, I get back to Ayla, lubricates her ass with a bit of olive oil, and fucks her hard once more. It takes a while, but eventually I come in her mouth.
Then I untie her, and leads her to the bed. She stinks of sweat and sex, but I like it, and hold her tight as we lie together.
"Have you run many marathons, or will it be your first?"
"My fourth. But by far the largest, there will be more than a thousand runners."
"And will you win it?"
She laughs. "Not likely, some of the best runners will be there, and my favorite distance is the 10K. But I hope to get in top 25, that will be quite a feat."
"I guess you have been racing since you were a kid."
"Actually not. I started late, in high school. I remember it as if it were yesterday."
She turns in the bed so she lies on her back. I place my hand on her breast, and plays with her nipple.
"It was the second day in high school. We were all eighteen, of course, but my birthday was only a few days before classes began, so I was youngest in my class. The first day had gone well, I had a good impression of the other girls, and the teachers seemed ok.
"The second day started with sports. We did athletics, and the teacher showed us how to throw javelins, and how to jump. Then she announced that we would end with a competition, a 1500 meters. We all nodded. She just looked at us. 'Well, undress! It is a competition.'
"We all knew, of course. We were all adults now, and adults compete naked..."
I interrupted her, "Wait, the teacher made you strip naked?"
"Yes of course, it was a competition."
She looks at me as if I were a complete idiot. Then she laughs.
"Of course, you are from the past. It began when the Olympics were reinstated, some hundred years after the Apocalypse. They wanted to honor the Greek, and their ancient tradition of naked athletics. And with the Olympics being naked, it quickly spread to other major competitions, and finally to all competitive sports.
"In any case, we all knew and quickly stripped naked. Then we began running. I was leading from the start. The teacher shouted at me, I should save some strength for the last lap, but it just felt right, so I ran pretty fast. By the time I reached the finishing line, the rest were far behind.
"The teacher was impressed. Then she told me that since I had won a real competition, I would be allowed the same privilege as all other winning athletes: to remain naked for the rest of the day. And not just at school.
"So when we left the stadium, I was the only one naked. We walked past most of the other students on the way to the math class. Most of them looked at me, and they all got to see my naked body. My heart was beating hard in my chest, I was bursting with pride. When classes ended one of the other girls suggested that we should go to a bar to have fun (and celebrate my victory). So we did that. I got pretty drunk, but since I had stupidly left my clothes at school I had to get home before midnight. I didn't quite make it, but at least I did not get caught.
"The next day I began training. And I have been a runner ever since!"
"Wow, what a story," I say, and kiss her.
