Chapter 20

Fred thought back over the previous evening. A heavyset 15 year old redhead named Molly had been his bed-warmer. Part of his agreement with the government now was that he got to spend the night with some of the young ladies.

It had started out in the beginning with him just sleeping with Beth but he found he needed the change.

He had been tortured several times by the stupid rules and if he was to continue having sex several times a day with different girls, he needed human closeness but he also needed a bit of spice.

When Fred ran into a girl that really revved his engine, she was invited to spend the night. Sometimes his permanent girlfriend and buddy Beth stayed, sometimes she didn't. It depended on the girl and how Beth felt at the time.

Molly had large breasts for her age. They would probably be pendulous in a few years. Now the were plump D's and had been quite a change from what he normally enjoyed.

At first he had worried that her extra pounds would be a distraction but he found her flesh not to be soft and doughy, but very firm with good muscle tone underneath which was odd because she 'looked' soft.

She had a distinctive redhead scent to her. He couldn't explain it, but he had noticed that certain groups of girls and women shared similar scents. Redheads were quite distinctive, they had a kind of twang to their scent. It was not bad, just different.

Molly had a few freckles across her nose and a very light dusting of them across her upper chest and shoulders. Other than that she had the typical light color of a true redhead... but she had a kind of bronze undertone under her skin.

Her nipples were quite pink and small, they were perched on smallish looking areolas of the same hue. Her breasts were high and almost sag free.

Her stomach was cushy and womanly with two long dimples on either side of her navel. Her belly button was an innie. Her bush was not large but was a rust color just a shade darker than her hair. Her pudenda was quite prominent.

Probably the best thing about Molly was her face. It was angelic. Crystal clear blue eyes captured your attention and her full lips were exquisite. Her nose was straight and had just a slight aquiline bump. When she smiled, everyone around her smiled. She lit up a room.

When introduced earlier, he asked her to pass her appointment onto the next girl and come back to spend the night with him.

"You are an absolute doll, I would like to spend some time with you." He said.

"I would like that, I know your time is important but I really didn't like the rush way things were going. I would prefer we spend a few hours together. I will probably never get another chance with a man again."

"Good, I will see you at nine tonight then, bye."

"Bye."

When she came back later, they had held hands and talked a little in his sitting room before they entered his bedroom.

Usually when they got him going, Fred would bring the girl off and then withdraw his dick to shoot into a glass vial. The girl he was with and hundreds more would be artificially inseminated from what he deposited in the glass. Sleep-overs were different.

He had to go all the way into a girl several times a week or the drudgery of it would limit his interest. In the beginning they had tried to make his every come be into a vial but after a week of that they saw his interest wain and his volume drop sharply. Since then whoever went to sleep with him at night got all of him without interruption.

It had started out with him nuzzling and kissing her neck. They kissed several times with closed mouths. They were the gentle type of kiss, they had passion, they were just light without the grinding and slobbering you get in some kisses.

He spent many minutes fondling her large breasts. Normally he didn't like big ones and preferred cone shaped breasts that were in the A or B range, Molly's were very warm and felt succulent somehow.

When he finally entered her, he sank into her fleshy vulva and she enveloped him so much he thought he would never get back out. He felt her around his whole groin area, not just his dick. The mechanical fit was perfect.

After a few strokes the softness and warmth of her made him immediately clamp down so that he did not come too soon. The feel was too good. He stroked slowly as if she was a fine wine to be sipped and enjoyed slowly. She was not a shot of cheap fortified wine to be slugged down.

After she had come several times, he let himself go and slowly ejaculated into her what felt like a quart. It was a slow effortless kind of orgasm that was very fulfilling and felt like everything had come out.

He knew he had another permanent bed partner. It would be hard to explain to Beth, but Molly was too special to let go.

Epilogue

WorldGov's first mission was to reach out to former countries. It was understood that havoc ruled in most areas of the world. Generally the largest populated area in each former country was chosen as the capitol of that country.

This was done because some capitols were small and the only reason they had remained a capitol was tradition. It was determined that the largest population centers would be a more logical start. Larger areas had more people and a better ability to support a government. Countries could always change locations later anyway.

It took the U.S. several years to visit most of the countries of the world and help establish governments. Air travel was out of the question so it became the duty of the world's only aircraft carrier task force to carry the agenda abroad.

The carrier Kennedy and one guided missile destroyer made up that task force. Also assigned was a fleet oiler that ferried fuel and food back and forth across the Atlantic as the old idea of government was spread throughout the Europe and Africa. The orient and Pacific Islands was left for later.

In each country a team of five females was left to help establish a local government. This consisted of an Ambassador, a Counselor, and three secretaries.

Their jobs were to set up shop and ascertain the local power setup. In most cases there was none. Their next job was to form a local government and help the women and girls get organized. This meant finding a few respected women that could be talked into leading with the help of the team

The teams had been trained based on a hastily put together leadership school. The school was loosely based on suitable portions of the old armed forces leadership schools used to train senior enlisted and officers. That training along with a basic democracy kit including blank ballots was all that was needed to get a basic start.

A lot of women were asking for food handouts. It was explained that the U.S. Was hurt too and did not have the framing infrastructure it once had. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he will eat for a lifetime.

The teams were carefully neutral and did not try to push any particular ideologies, religions or ideas other than establishing local governments so people could get back to living and helping each other. In many cases top government officials were told of the existence of "The Last Man" because the women didn't see a real long range purpose otherwise.

The hard part was getting the word out. In almost every case there were no television or radio stations on the air and newspapers did not exist anywhere anymore. When an election was to be held, it had to be advertised by word of mouth.

Once each government was established, an ambassador to WorldGov was selected by the new leaders and was ferried to the WorkdGov headquarters by the USNS John Lenthall, T-AO 189 which was the fueling ship keeping the task group supplied.