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This is first of a three part series.

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I awoke in a crowd of white smocks. Many concerned eyes were focused on mine. The closest on my left told me her name but all I could grasp that she was a doctor. She reminded me of how I got to be in my current position and told me that it was now the year 2170. I had been frozen for over a century. I guess that's when I went back to sleep or lost consciousness, or fainted or whatever.

The next time I awoke, I was alone in a dark room. I looked around and recognized the generic qualities of a private hospital room. I noticed the tubes plugged into my arms and took count of my limbs, then my fingers and toes. I felt good. I felt better than I had in years, actually, centuries. I remembered being one of the first to be frozen when the plague was threatening. At the time, I was in my mid 40's and was quite wealthy from my real estate brokerage. Not bad for a guy that barely got through high school. I had to be wealthy to afford the cryogenic procedure. I felt surprised that it had taken so long to cure the plague and thaw me out. When I got frozen, I had been divorced for several years and had no family. The plague had spread around the world before it was diagnosed because it had no symptoms of it's own. It caused a steep rise in cases of cancer and other diseases by corrupting key gene sequences unique to humans. It had been created as a weapon in a commercial lab and a single technician became infected without detection. There were rumours of a cure being developed but I chose what I considered the safest odds. When I had been turned into a popsicle, they estimated that half the population of the world had been infected and were waiting to die. I stayed awake for hours thinking about where I had come from and about where I awoke into.

In the morning, nurses were indifferent to see me conscious. They were soon followed by a series of doctors, all female. It was remarkable to see how young and attractive they all were. Many of them appeared to be almost teenagers except that they all acted professionally. When one of the doctors entered, I recognized her from the first time I awoke in this century.

"Good morning," said Doctor Williams, as I was reminded of her name later.

"Good century," I answered and was relieved to see a doctor as old as myself.

She explained, "Mr. Johnson, you are only one of a handful around the world we decided to remove from cryogenic suspension. Most of the others were to old to be useful."

She went on to say that I had been thawed out for several months and had gone through several operations due to complications from the cryogenics. I had been maintained in an artificial coma. The doctor also mentioned that the plague had disappeared a hundred years ago but they didn't want to thaw any of those like myself in case we carried the virus. Apparently, those who survived were the descendents of a mere twelve thousand in 20 cities around the world. The disease only affected humans so they treated it by combining genes from Benobo chimpanzees. They also made some genetic changes that slowed the aging process and extended lifespan to one hundred healthy years. The doctor informed me that one of the reasons I was brought back was to restore the original human genes into the population. At the time, I assumed that meant more needles or my dick getting plugged into a milking machine. Doctor Williams warned that society had changed and that I may be shocked. She quickly left before I had a chance to open my mouth. Of course, I would need to close it first.

Who I really wanted to see was my accountant. I wondered if he got froze too. That afternoon, Jim, as he introduced himself, explained that he was to reacquaint me into society. I asked him about my money and he told me that the currency had changed after the plague and that I no longer had any money but that I shouldn't worry.

"What about my business?" I asked.

"There really isn't a need for real estate any more.", he explained, "There is a lot more houses than people and we just live where we need to."

"So what the fuck am I supposed to do?" I complained.

Jim grinned and said, "You're gonna have fun. We'll take care of you."

"I'll see you tomorrow and we'll get you outa here," Jim continued, "You can ask me more then."

For the rest of the day, I was in a dumbfounded state, not knowing who I was anymore. I began to notice how friendly the nurses were. They all smiled warmly and looked directly into my eyes. It made me uncomfortable but it also made my dick stand to attention every time. It hadn't reacted like that even when I was a teenager. I began to wonder if they had been putting Viagra in my apple sauce. Then again, they were all so young and beautiful. Not one had any flaws to speak of. It was sort of like being in one of those soap operas.

I made small talk and asked about what life is like in this century. They still used cars, they had farmers and plumbers and grocery stores. There was so much left over from before the plague that just about everything except for food and gas were nearly free. The currency was now called "credits" and was essentially just debit cards. Governments only existed on the municipal level but they still managed to get a cut of the action. There is no more United States or even states and there seems little need for them. Television was still around but it was all local news and pre-plague reruns. I laughed when one of the nurses mentioned Gilligan's Island. Life seemed simpler and happier but there were some disturbing changes. I asked one nurse if she was married and she said that she has three husbands and that each one of her husbands has several wives. I asked if they descended from equal rights Mormons. She answered that it was necessary. She didn't look old enough to be married at all so I asked. She said that she was 33 years old and had six children. We continued talking. Her name was Brenda and I tried flattering her on her youthful appearance. She appeared to offended momentarily but stayed with me.

Abruptly, she looked down along the bed to my crotch and asked, "Doesn't that hurt by now."

I had been trying to hide my erection but apparently unsuccessfully. I said, "Kinda."

She pulled the sheets back, lifted my hospital gown and began to massage my dick before I could say a word. That word would have been "Yes". I was so glad hospitals became full service. I reached forward, grabbed her uniform and pulled her closer. She showed no signs of objection so I started to undo the buttons on her blouse and was scared if the monkey genes had made her hairy. They didn't. Her skin was as smooth and soft as I have ever touched. I thought to myself that I'm just a patient and can't get in trouble for this. To my surprise, she continued the undressing until she stood only in her panties and shoes. She looked even younger in the nude. Her breasts were large but still looked not quite ripe as though they had evaded gravity. They were almost too good to be real. At this point, I didn't think it would go any further and was more than satisfied at the way it was working out. However, I wasn't disappointed as Brenda stepped out of her shoes, slid off her panties and climbed onto the bed. She straddled my hips and rubbed her already wet pussy along the shaft of my dick several times. It was as if it had it own fingers as her pussy grabbed and lifted my dick. Eventually she pulled it into her. I was having trouble believing this was happening but wouldn't let that get in the way of my enjoyment. I grabbed her tits with both hands and squeezed. They didn't feel fake. Brenda had this gyrating motion that rubbed her ass around my balls and made me feel every inch of modestly sized dick. I didn't last long and Brenda climbed off and got dressed quickly. It seemed that she was merely providing a service. I wondered if my health insurance would cover it.

The next day, Jim showed up bright and early with some casual clothes for myself. I gloated about having sex with one of the nurses. Jim asked if it was Liz and said that she had done this trick with her tongue while he was waiting for me to wake up. We walked out onto the quiet but not quite deserted streets. He explained that he was a history and electrical professor and was responsible for maintaining the local phone system.

I remarked that it seemed a lot of responsibility and he answered, "There's a lot to do. We all have to do our share."

Jim had as many questions for me as I had for him. He was most curious about the twenty-first century but asked me what I knew about besides real estate. I was humbled by my answer. I was never much of a handyman. Hell, I hurt myself hanging a picture. I would hire people for that. Jim suggested that I might work for the city government or do resourcing.

The dozen or so people we saw were either walking or on bicycles. Most of them didn't look old enough to drive. Only one car passed by on the 4 blocks we walked to the restaurant. I didn't recognize the city but it had hi-rises in the distance. Jim said it was Atlanta and that few people lived downtown anymore. The buildings looked run down and the streets were dirty.

"Why me?" was my first question, "Why do you need my genes?"

"Let's get lunch," was his answer.

I followed him into the restaurant and ordered coffee but they didn't have any. I realized that this isn't going to be a paradise. Jim talked about how the genetic alterations of mankind had affected them. The ones chosen for survival were the most physically, intellectually and genetically secure. They didn't want congenital diseases passed forward into the select few chosen to regenerate the species. Before the end of the plague, everyone left were tested. Any flaw worse than lactose intolerance eliminated them from a future.

Billionaires and even the President could only have themselves frozen in hope that someone would thaw them. The slowed down aging process did made for what I thought of as children that were emotionally and intellectually mature. On the other hand, people didn't degrade so much in their later years. Instead, their hearts or other organs would just quit. The splicing of chimpanzee genes had an unpredicted side effect and as a result of all this, family and society had to adapt. Jim informed me that it is hoped that my genes will help return normal lives to their society.

After a minute or so of considering what this meant for me, I asked, "What side affects?"

Jim shifted in his chair, looked at the table, and choked on his words, "Well, you see, it's libido."

He looked up at me as I started to grin. "No, seriously," he added

I interrupted, "Hey, I've been horny as hell. Did they fuck with my genes?"

Jim defended that my genes were not changed but that I had surgery to help me keep up, so to speak. He went on to say that I will have to adapt as well. Things that might have been immoral in my time are necessary now. He said that sex will be offered like a handshake was in my century and it is considered rude and stupid to decline.

"Just to be polite," Jim continued, "women will offer themselves and you will be expected to do the same."

"Sounds good to me," I assured him, in confidence of my enhanced ability. I wished they made it larger while they were down there.

"Not just that", Jim said," but they physically and emotionally need it. They get sick if they don't get any."

I looked up for the waitress, embarrassed to see if she had heard our conversation.

"Come on, let's go," Jim said in a louder voice, "There's a friend's place where we can spend the night."

We walked for hours as Jim explained the etiquette of sex in public and about how rape is virtually nonexistent as well as any other crime. He talked about striving to maintain levels of education in the diminished population just to try to hold on to pre-plague achievements. He asked me a hundred questions about what it was like before the plague. He mourned the current state of families; how fathers migrate and how children must fend for themselves as their mothers struggle to raise families. You see, they were obliged to repopulate the earth. It was part of their genetic engineering. Another part was the ratio of men to women. Jim told me that there were six women for every guy. Apparently, the ingenious gene engineers thought that this would speed the process, either that or they were just men. God bless them.

"Well, at least I get one day off a week," I joked.

"Don't count on it," he answered.

I asked him what it's like to teach at a college. He laughed and told me, "You're not ready for that."

We walked into a typical suburban neighbourhood and I noticed that all the houses were devalued, as I used to say. Fences were fallen down, lawns were just patches of overgrown weeds, paint was cracked where there was any at all and roofs were covered with moss. We reached a house that was better than most and I could hear a generator running in the back. Jim knocked on the door but didn't wait for it to be opened. He just led me right in. I was breathless at the site of a beautiful woman. Her straight blond hair curled gently around her neck and framed a face that glowed with happiness. It wasn't just a pretty face, it had character that made her different somehow. She was wearing some kind of workout pants that went past her knees and fit her like a paint job. She had athletic, muscular legs and wide, ultrafeminine hips. Her loose blouse concealed her breasts but they had to be great, considering the lower half. My dick twitched and I tried to avoid thinking about her.

She beamed a smile and said, "Hi Jim, this must be Mr. Johnson."

I responded, "Call me Mike. I'm happy to meet you."

I looked away as I she gazed into my eyes, feeling guilty about my arousal.

"And call me Linda," she answered, puzzled at my response.

I looked back to see Linda and Jim share a nod and a smile that expressed that they had arranged this and must forgive me for my backwardness. I must appear quaint to them. In my day, looking at a woman the way she looked at me would have scared them. I wished that I would get to spill my genes in Linda.

"Just making dinner. Come on in". Linda said , turning around.

We followed her right back into the kitchen where Linda introduced me to her daughter, Elle. I was shocked, Linda didn't look old enough to have a daughter. She looked barely older than teenager, herself.

"You're pullin' my leg," I exclaimed, "This has got to be your sister."

I figured that even if I was wrong, it would be a compliment. That's not the way it went over. Linda's smile turned into a scowl.

"Excuse him," Jim blurted, "It's my fault, I should have told him but I forgot."

He pulled me aside and reminded me about how they age differently after puberty. He told me that he was sixty years old and yet, he looked much younger than me. He also said it was rude to mention how young someone looked because it reminded them of how they had been altered.

We went back into the kitchen and I apologized and tried to start over. I reintroduced myself to Elle and marvelled at her beauty. She had long flowing light brunette hair and the face of a model and she had those big, mysterious and exotic kind of eyes that made her look street wise. Her body wasn't too bad either, as my stiffening cock would attest. "Down boy", I thought to myself. She was a petite little thing. All grown up but not grown out. I guess height and tits weren't a genetic requisite but with face like that, who needs tits. I'm an ass man, anyway. Both Elle and Jim left the room, leaving me alone with Linda.

"She's gonna be a heartbreaker," I mentioned and wondered if I had made another social faux pas as Linda just grinned.

"Your husband going to join us?" I asked, checking out her teardrop shaped ass. It just about brought tears to my eyes.

"Haven't seen any of them for weeks but Dianne, my mother, should be home soon," Linda answered.

We continued with small talk for a few minutes about her job and she asked how things had changed. As I was talking, she led us back into the living room. I was shocked to see Jim, completely naked, pounding into the equally naked daughter from behind. I wanted to violently tear them apart but remembered that I am a "stranger in a strange land". I looked at the drawn expression on Linda's face until she looked back at me and smiled.

"I'm so proud," she surprised me, "She knows how to treat a guest. I'm sorry, I should have offered you something."

I was so dazed at the situation that I could not answer right away, I was aroused and repulsed at the same time and I felt like a child on the first day of school. ` Eventually I answered, "Not right now .... but thanks for the offer.... maybe later."

Linda smiled and asked, "How about a beer?"

I led the way back into the kitchen. Until dinner, I remained only semi-conscious. I could answer questions but not initiate any. Dianne came home and I greeted her as though I were sleep walking. I couldn't even be surprised that this grandmother looked old enough to be my daughter, if I had ever gotten around to having children. My mind was trying to come to terms with my situation. My morals were obsolete. I accepted their behaviour but doubted if my morals could be changed. They were engrained as part of who I am, or so I thought.

We all sat and ate a nice dinner and I answered question after question about my era. They were amazed at the idea of wealth and poverty and lawyers. My mind was racing at the possibilities of this new century and wondered if I should just ask to fuck or wait for one of them to initiate. I learned that Dianne and Jim were just the second generation of the new society. Apparently, I already met the only first gen still living, Dr. Williams. Dianne also taught math at high school and helped repair water mains when needed. Elle explained what resourcing was like because that was what she did when she was a kid. I was beginning to feel inadequate and that was new for me. I poured myself another glass of wine.

When I started on my fourth, Elle slipped under the table and I wondered how much she had to drink. Moments later, I felt her hand on my crotch but acted as if nothing was happening in front of her mother. She unzipped and unbuckled my jeans and my dick became hard and throbbed under her stoking hand. She struggled to pull down my underwear so I lifted myself in my chair. I scanned the faces around the table only to see them either oblivious or indifferent to what was happening below. I tried to remain in the conversation had to bite my lip as I felt warm lips, cool air and saliva on my dick. This continued for minutes and I was just about to cum when Elle suddenly stopped. I was both disappointed and relieved that I hadn't blown my load in front of my hosts. I figured that Elle had moved on to Jim as I heard rustling under the table. I was surprised to feel her light body crawling over my legs and looked down to see a round ass bent over my lap. My head shot back as she guided my dick to her pussy. I pushed into her tight hot hole and it grabbed over me like a vice. Linda saw my expression and leaned sideways to see.

Linda grinned and said, "Wish I was that limber."

I lost my feelings of guilt and indulged myself in the moment. I grabbed those little hips and thrust into that pussy with total abandon of my surroundings. Elle managed to rotate around in a gymnastic manoeuvre that only a young girl could manage and we were facing each other. Her tits were so high on her fragile chest that any higher and they would be hanging off her chin. We kissed passionately and I slid the chair back to give us some room. I grabbed her ass with both hands and it was so small that my fingers crossed. I lifted her up on my dick as though she were weightless and rocked into her. The friction between us slowed me down more than her weight. I returned to reality for a moment to see Dianne shifted close to Jim. Her arm was making jerking movements and I knew that Jim was getting a hand job under the table. They seemed to enjoying the show. I reached one arm onto the table behind Elle and cleared the plates. Then I stood up and with her still impaled on me and her arms around my neck and leaned her back onto the table. She let go of my neck and I leaned back.