#1: Carla

John felt nervous in the small Spartan bedroom that was really more of a hospital suite than anything in a motel. He relaxed when Carla entered. She was a short pale young woman with black hair and a quirky smile.

"You must be John. I'm Carla."

"Hi, Carla. So ... I hear they flew you in special."

"Special? I'm not so sure. I don't really understand this selection by IQ scores. It's not like rebuilding civilization is the same as taking a written."

"I just want you to know, I'm sorry it has to be like this."

"Oh, I don't know. I think it's kind of liberating."

"Liberating?"

"Sure. I mean, there's no worrying about the biological clock anymore, now, is there? The whole motherhood issue, I get to just confront that and move on. And I like the idea of having a kid, but even if anything happens to me, the provisional government will look after him or her, so it's like I can't lose. And then I don't have to worry about dating, either. I mean -- you're it, and I'm not into girls. It also doesn't hurt that you're kind of cute."

John laughed. "I see your point. This simplifies a lot of things."

"Now you're getting it. Well, John ... I think they want their show."

He looked around. This room was from a psychological study, with large mirrors rather poorly camouflaging hidden cameras. "I guess so. I hope I'm ... up for this."

"John, don't worry. I give really amazing blowjobs."

"You do? ... But do they want that?"

"I won't get you off all the way. I'll just get you up." She got her pullover off and flung it breezily into a corner. "Let's do this!"

John let Carla get on top of him and manipulated her soft breasts while she began to ride him with a steady rhythm.

"Mmm," she purred yummily. "John, you have style ... !"

"So do you."

"John, anytime you want to pump me full of babies, you go right ahead."

"Ahh ... oh damn. Carla? Could you ... lie to me?"

"Sure, John! About what?"

"Oh ... lie to em that I'm ... really big."

"Mmm ... but I wouldn't have to lie about that, John," Carla sighed, instantly getting into the fantasy. "I have a confession to make. When I first saw you naked, I felt incredibly intimidated. But I figured, we've got to do this for the human race. Oh, no, John, there's nothing to lie about -- my goodness, you're so tall and deep, and not only that, but you're so thick too. I've never been this full of cock in my life -- and I have to admit, it feels incredible!"

John's performance anxiety held him back long enough for Carla to get in one good orgasm of her very own, but at last he shot and pulsed into her.

They cuddled for a minute, and then she disengaged. "Now we get to see if it took or not," she mused as she quickly got dressed.

"Carla? Would you ever like to do this again?"

She laughed. "Hey, slow down, sport, let me be a mother first! Although for right now, I think my answer is -- sure, why not?"

John lay back in the bed happily, and then a voice came over an intercom. "John? Your vital signs are looking great. We don't mean to be pushy but ... would you be willing to consider an average of two impregnations per day? Perhaps more?"