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    Gemina 08

    Part 01

    Jonathan Milford drove into town, he loved to drive the Ford. Such new inventions, with it being 1915, it looked like the world was on the verge of new and great changes. There was reports of some regional war going on over in Europe, but that was so far away, there was no way the USA would be pulled into that conflict. As he drove along, he felt the pressing need of an erection rising up, he couldn't stop it, his mind swirling with remembered images.

    At the barn dance last night, he had been eyeing up the ladies, trying to work up the courage to ask them to dance. His eyes lit on a girl, and he almost couldn't breathe. She was everything he wanted, her breasts a most bosomy, pleasing fullness. From what he could see, it looked like she had one of those sexy narrow waists, and her hips were wide and full. Pulling his gaze back up to her face, she looked like he thought an angel might look, golden blonde hair, and her eyes which were a deep blue color, locked gazes with him. He couldn't look away, he saw her smile, and she approached him.

    She stopped a pace away from him, gave him another warm, inviting smile, and softly said, "Hello, I'm Evelyn Wellsten, what's your name?"

    Jonathan was tongue tied, but he finally managed, "I'm Jonathon Milford, it's a pleasure to meet you."

    She gazed at him for several seconds, she smiled and cooed, "Aren't you going to ask me to dance?"

    They very quickly joined the people on the dance floor, and Evelyn felt like heaven in his arms, she moved with him, never a misstep, all the while keeping her body pressed tightly against his during the slow dances. Jonathon did his best, he was a very good dancer, and to have such an overwhelming beauty who stayed with him for every dance was the best time he'd had in all his 17 years.

    As the dance ended, Evelyn cooed to him, "Jonathon, why don't we go on a picnic, just the two of us, do you know a picnic spot where we could be alone?"

    Jonathan Milford almost couldn't believe his luck. He was being asked to take Evelyn Wellsten for a picnic, and it was a picnic for just the two of them. Seeing her full, deep pink lips, he hoped that he could engage in some passionate necking with this beautiful 17 year old girl. Her beauty was overwhelming, deep blue eyes, golden blonde hair, the face of an angel, a swelling bosom, her waist nipping in, and the swell of her hips, really made his 17 year old body tremble. He felt the urges, but with it being 1915, he tried to fight the urges. Proper young men and women did not engage in necking, or sparking as he had heard it referred to. It was drummed into him that to take such liberties with a girl could lead to far more serious things, that were never explicitly stated, but couched in such terms as de-spoiled, an evil sin, the devil's path of loose virtue, corruption and scandal. But with Evelyn right in front of him, inviting him to be alone with her, he stopped trying to fight those urges. He no longer gave any credence to the warnings of his elders, they were old fuddy duddys, what did they know about a young man's needs? Sparking with a gorgeous girl like Evelyn Wellsten looked like a real possibility.

    He eagerly agreed, and Evelyn asked him to meet her here, at the barn, and go on that picnic. Jonathon thought it curious that he did ask him to come to call at her house, and meet her parents, but the vision of her quickly quashed that line of thought.

    She watched Jonathon depart, the she walked into the shadows. Looking around to make sure she was not observed, she brought the quantum generator out of the secret compartment hidden in her skirt. She held it, and pressed the RETURN button. She closed her eyes as she felt the field build around her, and a minute later when she reopened her eyes, she saw the familiar space of the arrivals bay.

    *****

    Evelyn Wellsten, or as she was really named, Gemina 08, was a traveler from the future, 300 years to be exact. She had been prepped for this mission. Just before the mission, Evelyn had gone back to 1915, and had located a girl who was 17. She had slipped into her bedroom after midnight and had applied the stun inducer to her neck. The girl had not even time to be roused from sleep before she was completely unconscious. Evelyn had activated the quantum field, and back at the arrivals bay, the unconscious girl was quickly transferred to the recording and processing center. She was placed under a medical scanner, and as her body shape and dimensions were recorded, a close fitting helmet was placed over her head, and it quickly started to scan her brain. Every scrap of knowledge, every bit of information about the era was recorded, they needed to know the societal preferences of the era, and this young lady's brain was a gold mine. It also provided an interesting fact.

    Despite society's strong disapproval, this girl had engaged in premarital sexual intercourse. Not just once, but several times. The memories of her first time, the tearing, searing pain as her virgin vagina was impaled, the discomfort she felt as her male partner quickly reached his release point, and flooded her with his sperm. Despite that, she wanted to try it again, and each time, it got better as pleasure replaced the pain. It became so pleasurable that she actually reached her release point after 6 sessions. The explosion of pleasure, her body shaking and jerking, all the muscles in her body seeming to clench up, and her loud cry of pleasure brought on her partner's explosion, another rush of sperm filled wetness being deposited.

    The medical scanner revealed that her intercourse had brought on the usual result, she was 6 weeks pregnant. She knew she would have to break the news to her boyfriend, and hope that he did the honorable thing, and marry her quickly.

    When the scans were complete, Evelyn returned the girl, unharmed, to her bedroom. She knew the unconsciousness would fade and the young lady would wake up just fine in the morning, with no idea of what had occurred to her.

    Now that they had the information that Gemina would be able to call upon, she reported to the medical center, and was soon secured on the on the genomic molding table. A map of her entire genomic structure had been stored in the computer, and it overlaid societal preferences for female body shape of that era with her body. The body measurements they had recorded from the young lady of that era helped the process along. Accordingly, the system started the process, their subject's dimensions being used to guide the molding.

    With the emphasis on child bearing and rearing, her breasts had been swelled up to that bosomy, pleasing fullness, while her hips and pelvis had been molded to a sturdy, wider stance, the sign of a good child bearer. Her waist was narrowed without one of those horrible corsets binding her. Her face had been tweaked to give her the angelic face that had so captured Jonathan's fancy, her hair color had changed from a light brown to the golden blonde color that young men of that era found so enticing. Her legs were spread, and her tidy bush of pubic hair was changed to match her hair color. Her eyes which were a pale blue, had been tweaked to give them that deep blue color.

    "Transformation complete."

    Gemina had stood up and inspected her body in the full length mirror that was wheeled in by an android servant. When she was satisfied that nothing had been overlooked, she went over the mission details.

    The Earth of 2215 was far different, cloning had taken over, and sexuality was suppressed from birth. It was a well established routine, once a month, at the genomic labs, the population would receive the treatment that would suppress sexual desires. Since the natural drives were suppressed from birth, sexual feelings were never missed, and life was far more orderly and efficient, without such ancient drives in the way.

    Her mission was to study the people of so long ago, and report on sexual reproduction, up to and including copulation. She was also to bring back a sample of DNA, to refresh the cloning labs. Replicative fading was starting to creep in, and they needed new cells to clone, and produce the healthy, vibrant clones that the Earth of 2215 depended on. Gemina 08 was the last of the Gemina line, before genetic errors would start to creep in.

    Dressing for the date, she had donned one of the long dresses of that era, it was like she was almost wrapped in a voluminous mass of heavy, uncomfortable fabric, only her hands and her head were visible. She much preferred her era, nudity was the normal, accepted style. With climate controlled cities, one never needed to have to worry about, as they called it long ago, dressing for the weather. With her waist narrowed and her breasts genomically enhanced, she would not have to be tortured into the shape of those horrible corsets. The memories of their subject, the things were like a torture device, laced in, and when the laces were pulled tight, to squeeze her waist into the narrow shape, and pushing her breasts up, was unbelievable. Gemina was amazed, women of that era actually got strapped into it, and went about the whole day like that? Ancient society was so full of ridiculous rules, which was what studying it made it so interesting. She went without any kind of underwear, they were called bloomers and petticoats, she had studied the dressing habits, geez, how could they stand wearing so much clothing? The summer heat must have made it unbearably hot and uncomfortable.

    One more thing was required, just before she returned to 1915, and her date, she felt the transformation as she was given the antidote to the sexual suppression treatments. Unfamiliar feelings of lust and sexual desire started to course through her body, since she was in actual age, 20, the rush of hormone driven desires were almost overwhelming.

    She was ready for Jonathon, this date of a picnic was going to be a lot more that just dining in the open. Her hormone fueled body was sending unfamiliar twangs of lust through her, she was feeling first hand, how overwhelming the sexual drive could be. This mission was going to be most interesting.
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    Quote Originally Posted by breastgirl34c View Post
    Liked the intro, is there more?
    Oh yes, there will be more!

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    Part 2

    In the departure bay, Gemina tucked her personal quantum generator into the hidden compartment of her dress, and stood under the bay's quantum scanner. She closed her eyes, felt the fast building quantum singularity field, the bay generators were faster than a personal generator, and 30 seconds later, she opened her eyes to see the field right next to the barn.

    The weather of this August day of 1915 was perfect, sunny but not too warm, so she would not be sweating like crazy. She intended to get naked very quickly, then working up a more enjoyable sweat. Those surges of lust coursing through her body was like a fire. The mental recordings of their female subject had been implanted in her mind, and she knew what she needed to quell the blaze, and she intended to get Jonathon to take care of that, in very short order.

    Jonathon was motoring along, he had polished up his Ford Model T laudaulet, intent on making the very best impression he could. A picnic basket was in the back seat, along with a blanket, and he was on his way to his date with the gorgeous Evelyn. His parents had asked him about her, he lied, told them that Evelyn was a girl he knew in school, and that he would be meeting her at the family home in town. That satisfied his parents, and his Mom had packed along some fried chicken, homemade bread and sugar cookies, and a couple of bottles of Coca-Cola. He brought the Ford around to the side of the barn, and there she was. Oh god, she looked more beautiful than ever, and he brought the Ford to a stop, and hopped out.

    Her smile was radiant, she cooed, "Ready for a nice picnic Jonathon?''

    He was tongue tied, but he finally managed, "Yes, yes, I am, I have a nice spot all picked out for our picnic."

    He helped her up into the passenger seat, and quickly ran around to the driver's side. He jumped in, and they were off, the car chugging along as Jonathon did his best to concentrate on the road. His concentration was broken when he felt her hand take his, and slipping it between the folds of her dress, he was startled to feel his hand against her thigh. Holy Jesus, she had his hand against her naked thigh, she was not wearing any kind of underwear! He screeched to a stop, and stared over at her.

    Her voice was soft as she said, "Jonathon, what's the matter?"

    His brain was fuzzy, he was hoping to do some passionate spooning with her, and she had placed his hand on her thigh. What was the matter with him? His brain was trying to process all the feelings, it was like a gold mine was spread before him. He was on the verge of getting everything he hoped for, maybe more, but society's dictates, the rigid conditioning of proper young ladies of 1915 never did anything so bold, and proper young gentlemen would never take such liberties with a young lady, was still trying to hold him back.

    As if sensing what he was thinking, she said softly, "Perhaps I'm not a lady that adheres to the rigid social values of this day and age. Maybe I'm more advanced, and don't believe in clinging to rigid ideas of what men and women should be allowed to do. Now tell me, wouldn't you like to place your hand back where I put it?"

    He was gazing into her eyes, they were like deep blue pools that he wanted to dive into. He couldn't speak, so he nodded his head. She smiled, and took his hand, and led his fingers in. He felt the warmth, and she pulled his fingers around to the inside of her thigh. He was halfway up her thigh to the promised land, and his body was trembling.

    "There you are, feels so nice to have your hand there, now, let's go to that nice private picnic spot you mentioned."

    The Ford started to chug along, and he looked for the dirt track turnoff. There it was, and he swung the car around, and headed up the road. At the top of a hill, the land smoothed out into a meadow next to a lake, and he brought the car to a stop.

    Jumping down, he hurried around to help Evelyn down. She climbed down and looked around, perfect, no one else was in sight.

    Giving him another of her bewitching gazes, she purred, "Oh my, it feels so warm."

    Jonathon was rooted to the spot, as Gemina pulled her dress off, and stood before him totally, gloriously naked. He could feel the blood rushing through his body, it was like looking at a work of art come to glorious life. He saw her positioning her body, making sure he had the best view possible. He breasts were so big and full, like fruit ripe for the tasting. Her waist narrowed in, then the flare of her hips swelled out, and between her legs, that holy spot that no one had even dared mention, he saw a light tuft of hair as blonde as the hair on her head, covering a crimson like furrow between her thighs.

    She smiled at him, and cooed, "It feels so nice to be naked and free."

    She stepped towards him, and cooed, "Would you like to kiss me? Kiss me Jonathon."

    Gemina pulled his lips to hers, parted them slightly, and pressed his lips against hers. Jonathon could feel the soft wet warmth, then her tongue rose up to play, and pressed insistently against his lips. That broke the spell, and as he opened his mouth to hers, his tongue rose up, and he was kissing her wildly, their tongues swirling and playing with each other.

    She pulled back, and cooed, "Get naked Jonathon, it feels so good.''

    He was quickly nude, and she saw his penis, 7 inches of rock hard male flesh, and she recalled their subject's memories.

    She purred, "Kiss my breasts, lick my nipples you sweet fellow."

    Gemina pulled his head against her breasts, and Jonathon's mouth went to work, kissing the pillowy softness, then his tongue was lapping at her nipples. Gemina felt the ramping up of her lust, feeling it first hand, she never knew that the mating dive would be so strong, oh that felt so wonderful. Her vaginal region was bubbly with the unfamiliar juices of sexual desire, and she needed it, NOW.

    She pulled back, gave him another smoldering gaze, and walked over to the car. She pulled the blanket out, and cooed, ''Follow me." She lead him down the path to the lake, and placed the blanket on the shore.

    Gemina turned to him, and purred, "Jonathon, come and make love to me, we are old enough, and I really want my first time to be with you, you are a very special fellow."

    She lay back, parting her thighs and presenting her naked pubic region for him. Jonathon scrambled into position, he felt her hand wrap around his penis, leading him up to where he wanted to go. He felt the head of his penis pressing against a warm, wet seam, waiting for him to fill it.

    With that, the last tether of society's dictates blew apart. With a growl of lust, he humped forward hard. Feeling the obstruction, he pulled back and lunged forward once again, and the last barrier to his penis gave way.

    Gemina felt a searing, stinging pain, she cried out as her virgin membrane gave way, and she was filled with a stunning thrust, a crazy mix of pain and pleasure as her virgin vagina was filled up with a very aroused 7 inches of hard penis. She grunted as he drove in to the hilt, he quickly pulled back and drove it in again. The feel of a hard male penis performing coitus on her was new and wonderfully strange, and the pain started to recede as her natural lubrication flowed forth.

    Jonathon was soaring through a level of pleasure he'd never felt, it was fantastic. The feel of her soft pink center so tight around him was beyond compare. His sexual intercourse style was of course inexperienced, he was gripped with the overriding need to explode. He humped at her eagerly, he could feel the rushing of orgasm, and in a minute, he arced into her, let out a growl and his penis was pumping his sperm into her, Gemina could feel a warm rush of male sexual fluid being delivered deep inside her.

    Gemina was still eager, she had not yet reached sexual climax, and she locked in on the memories from their subject. How to get satisfaction, ah, there it was.

    She cooed "Jonathon, let's do it again, and let me help you."

    She started to squirm underneath him, undulating her hips from side to side, and his shrinking penis quickly took notice. Jonathon felt the surging return of his penis, growing back quickly, he groaned as he felt himself reach full extension.

    Gemina felt a warm glow, it felt good to feel him back up, there was something very pleasant about being filled up with his hard male organ.

    "Now, make love to me Jonathon, not so fast, don't just hump at me, give me a long, loving time."

    The sound of that voice, and the bewitching look in those deep blue eyes made his heart thump, for her, he would do anything. He started to ride her, this time at a far less frantic pace, sliding in and out, taking his time, making both of them moan with pleasure.

    Gemina was enjoying this second time, the feel of his penis sliding into her well lubricated vagina was much better, she could feel a growing force deep inside her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting him as deep as possible. The second time was better, he could ride her as long as she needed to achieve a sexual climax. The force started to expand, she realized that she was about to experience orgasm for the very first time. She could feel burning tingles spreading through her vagina, then rippling spasms started to sweep through, she felt like she was tumbling, and she let out a scream of passion as she felt the glorious release, her whole body shaking, on fire with her orgasm. Dimly she heard Jonathon let out a loud growl, as she was inundated with another rush of his sperm laden fluids, depositing it deep inside her as her vagina milked hard at him.

    When his penis dribbled out the last of his load, he lay upon her, his body pressed tight against hers, both of them gasping from the rush of sensation.

    Gemina liked it, liked it very much, feeling a warm body so tight against hers. The ancient drives may have been messy, but she realized as she lay beneath the well spent body of her lover, it certainly did have its upside.

    When Jonathon lifted up, he suggested that they go for a swim, and he was able to enjoy the sight of his gorgeous Evelyn, swimming with him, then rising and walking out of the lake with the lake water sliding off her body.

    On the blanket, Jonathon brought over the picnic basket, and they dug in. Gemina was amazed at the taste of fried chicken, all chicken on her Earth of 2215 had been extinct since the year 2150, when a deadly avian bacterial plague had decimated the avian population of the planet. The only birds that had survived were some wild species on remote islands. The poultry industry was wiped out completely.

    The taste of homemade bread and sugar cookies, combined with the fizzing liquid that was called Coca Cola, was also new and exciting. Gemina was becoming more intrigued, this era had many interesting things and experiences that the year 2215 did not have.

    In the light of the late afternoon sun, they once again came together, and when Jonathon's rampant penis drove into her, it felt even better. Now that Jonathon knew how to make his lover reach a sexual release, he kept it slow and gentle, riding Evelyn's incredible body with great relish, the feel of her tightness gripping at his penis was superb.

    Gemina purred with pleasure, every time just felt better, so much better in fact, that she was quickly crying out, another orgasm swirling through her body. Jonathon was still going, and she felt another climax chasing the one she had just had, and she tumbled again, her orgasms started to follow one right after the other, she was breathless, almost fainting from the rush as Jonathon growled, "Yeah, oh YEAH!", and she felt his hard flesh jetting another passionate rush of sperm deep inside her.

    Stretched out on the blanket in the glow of spent passion, Jonathon felt deliciously drained, and it didn't take long before he was dozing. Gemina smiled, this was another thing their subject's memories had yielded, that many males like to doze off after sexual intercourse. She rose silently and went over to her dress. Extracting the quantum generator, she pressed the RETURN button, and the world of 1915 swirled away in a gray haze, a minute later, she was back in the arrivals bay of 2215. She smiled, she could see a few inquiring glances, returning totally nude, when she had left with that voluminous dress she had been clad in. But, they were all professionals, and they quickly gave her the container she had prepared. She used the departure bay generator to go back, and 30 seconds later, she was back in 1915, standing by the Ford automobile. She could see Jonathon still dozing peacefully, she brought over the container, and took out the stun inducer. Pressing it lightly against his neck, he was stunned into full unconsciousness.

    Now for the extraction. She had been instructed to extract epithelial cells from the inside of the intestine, they grew quickly, and were most malleable to the processes that would create a clone. She picked up the extraction probe, a long, needle shaped instrument, and placed it against the skin just above the intestines. It pierced the skin with no more damage than a hypodermic syringe would do, it was self guided, penetrating to the exact mark, and gently suctioning off a layer of cells. When it retracted, Gemina took an alcohol wipe, and gently swabbed at the needle mark. It was no more than a small red bump, it looked exactly like the bite of those ancient insects that were called mosquitos.

    Picking up her container, she returned to 2215, and handed off the cells to the bio-engineers, eagerly awaiting the precious cells. She went back to the departure bay, and was quickly back in 1915. The mission had called for her to get the sample, copulate with the chosen male, and to return when it was safe to do so. Gemina was feeling very unfamiliar feelings, emotions that were suppressed along with the sexual drive had risen to the surface. She went over to the blanket, and hesitated. All the fascinating tastes of food and drink that was unknown to her, the feelings of affection, strange but creating a warm glow, and the stunning feelings of sexual intercourse, the completion producing a euphoria that was like nothing she'd felt before. What should she do?
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