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Introduction
 Well, I am reposting the first three chapters of The Race of Man after
making some minor changes.  Most of the changes involve simple grammar
corrections and some minor changes in the actual text.  The main change that
I made was to change the name of the main character from Paul to Aaron since
several of my readers felt that having two characters named Paul in the same
story was a little confusing.
 I have also added two new chapters to the end of the first three.   I hope
everyone enjoys them as much as the first three.  I do appreciate all of the
comments both positive and negative that you all have sent me.  I hope to
hear even more responses for the two new chapters.  As always, please direct
any praise or criticisms to me at infiniteinkz@yahoo.com.  I will respond to
all of them.  Tell me what you liked about the story so far, what you didn't
like about the story so far and what you might like to see happen.  I only
have one final chapter planned, but if anyone gives me some good ideas, who
knows.
 Legal stuff here, all of the characters, concepts and such are my own
personal creations and are my sole property.  You have my permission to
archive this or any of my tales as long as you don't charge for the service
or alter the story in any way.  If you do archive it, I would appreciate
that you tell me where it is archived and include my email address with each
archive.
 Now all this said and done, read on and enjoy.

Chapter Four
 Now since I wasn't there for the next part of this story, I am going to
hand the story telling over to my primary mate and let her tell what
happened between her and Angela Chen.  I didn't find out about any of it
until I came back to April's room to talk to her about what had happed with
Langdon.  I would later find out that she already knew, having found out
about the event from a first hand source.  So without further ado, here's
April.
Girls' Time
 Now I'm no genius like my lover and I am not the greatest public speaker or
writer, but I like to think that I can toss bull with the best of them so
here goes.  As Aaron has already pointed out, my name is April and I am
geologist working with the US Geological Institute studying how
climatological changes effect land formations.  If its of any real interest,
I was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York and attended Eastern State
University.  I have served in a lot of different climates ranging from
desert conditions to my current assignment.  Put simply, I am one tough
bitch.  Of course, being tough didn't keep me from falling for and getting
pregnant by a Jewish nerd.
 When my story starts, I was blissfully unaware of what Aaron had
discovered.  I was still in my bunk, recovering from some very wonderful
love making when someone pounded on my door.  I quickly tossed on my robe
and opened the door.  I was shocked to see Paul standing outside looking
like he had gone ten rounds with Mighty Joe Young with Angela leaning on his
shoulder.  She didn't look nearly as bad, but she did look terrified.  When
he told me what Langdon had tried to pull, I was shocked.  I had served with
Langdon for almost two years and had found him to be a logical and caring
man.  I couldn't imagine him ever trying to rape someone.  Paul asked me to
keep an eye on his colleague while they could figure out what to do with
Langdon.  Of course I agreed to help in any way that I could.
 After Paul left, I led Angela over to my bed and went to get a cool
washcloth.  When I got back, she had stripped off her shirt and was sitting
there in only her pants and sports bra.  No as Aaron mentioned earlier,
Angela is built like the proverbial shit house.  I'm no slouch in the looks
department, but Angela could have been a model.  Despite the situation, I
felt my pussy getting a little damp.  Now this didn't surprise me since I
have been happily bi-sexual since I was thirteen and Angela was a total
hottie.  Of course, I put these feelings aside because the last thing I
wanted to do was try to come onto a rape victim.
 I knelt on the floor in front of her and softly began washing the dirt off
her face and arms.  She quietly sat there and let me clean her like she was
a child.  She even raised her arms and let me wash her sides where she had
rolled around in something during her struggles.  I noticed that some of the
grime and goop had managed to seep between her breasts and gently slid the
rag in between them to clean it out.  When I did this, Angela took a deep
breath and shivered slightly.  I also noticed that her nipples were become
hard.  She seemed to be relaxing and started talking.  "It was the damnedest
thing.  We were all sitting around in the dining area talking about the
find, the storm and basically anything we could think of just to pass the
time.  Somehow the conversation got turned around to sex and I guess I can
understand why because I was starting to get a little aroused.  Paul asked
me if I had a boyfriend back home.  I told him that I didn't have anyone at
all.  That's when Langdon started coming on to me."
 I nodded and kept passing the cloth over her flesh since she seemed to find
it comforting.  I also understood what she meant about feeling aroused.  I
was getting hornier and hornier the longer she talked.  "What happened
exactly?"
 Angela shuddered again and seemed to unconsciously reach up and slip the
straps of her bra off her shoulder.  Her breasts were more than firm enough
to keep the bra up even with the straps off.  I took this a sign that she
wanted me to go further.  I wasn't exactly sure why this description of a
rape scene was turning us both on, but I couldn't seem to resist pushing the
envelope.  "Langdon grabbed hold of my shoulders and tried to pin me to the
table all the time muttering about how all I needed was 'a good man to show
me what I was missing.'  I tried fighting him, but he seemed inhumanly
strong.  If it wasn't for Paul jumping him and pounding his head with a
metal plate, he might have actually raped me."  She paused and a far away
look came to her eyes.  "Hell, it wouldn't be the first time."
 This made me slow down in my cleaning.  "Someone raped you?"
 Angela nodded and tears welled up in her eyes.  "My father raped me
continuously from the time I was six until he was arrested when I was 14 for
raping a nine year old boy in our neighborhood.  I spent four years in
therapy trying to get over what my father had done to me.  I eventually
learned to live with what had happened, but I never was able to feel any
sort of sexual attraction."
 I didn't know about before, but Angela was definitely feeling arousal now.
She was breathing heavily and her nipples were practically ripping through
her bra.  She was crying freely now, but she was leaning forward as if she
was begging me to touch her more.  I decided to go with the signals and
dropped the cloth.  I kept a very close look on her face looking for any
objections and slowly lowered her bra.  My breath caught in my chest when
her boobs were revealed.  They were as magnificent as the rest of her with
dark skin and areola the size of saucers with very large nipples.  "Until
now?"
 She looked me in the eyes and nodded slowly.  I reached up with both hands
and cupped her breasts carefully placing her nipples in the center of my
palms.  She groaned loudly, startling both of us before leaning down to kiss
me on the lips.  I shuddered as she pressed her bee sting lips to mine and
happily welcomed her tongue when she pressed it between my lips.  I felt her
sliding my robe off and I moaned into her lips.  We spent several minutes
kissing and fondling each other's breasts before she broke the kiss and
leaned back.  "I've never even imagined doing anything like this before,"
she said with a shy smile.
 I began gently twisting her nipples making her shiver again and again.  "We
can stop if you want to.  This could be some sort of weird reaction to the
assault."
 She reached down and covered my hands with her own.  "April, I have dreamed
of feeling like this for fifteen years.  I don't care why I am feeling this
way, I just want to keep feeling it."
 I smiled and nodded.  We both stood up and finished getting undressed.  I
was already soaked, but when I saw her ass uncovered, I almost wet the
floor.  She was literally perfect and I wanted her more than anything.  Now
you are probably wondering how I could be feeling this way after just
figuring out that I was in love with Aaron.  I should have at least been
having some reservations about all of this, but all I was really feeling an
intense need to fuck the shit out of this incredibly sexy woman.  I pulled
her into my arms and kissed her again.  She kissed me back and wrapped her
arms around my waist with her hands cupping my ass cheeks.  I reached up and
began fondling her breasts again.
 When we broke the kiss again, she smiled then stopped.  She sniffed the air
with a puzzled look on her face.  "There's that smell again.  I smelled it
all the time we were fighting with Langdon."
 I stopped and smelled the air.  There was a kind of smell in the air.  It
kind of reminded me of some of the scents that I used to smell when I went
to the zoo with my parents.  It was a strong, musky smell, but was actually
kind of pleasant.  "It is probably from the air circulation system.  We are
always having problems with that thing.  It always needs servicing or
repairing."  She looked like she was about to say something, but I shushed
her with my lips and duck walked us both back to the bunk.  She sensed that
the time for talking was over with because she meekly allowed me to lie her
down and climb on top of her.  I licked her chin and then slid down so that
those magnificent nipples were at eye level.  Her areola had turned a deep,
rich chocolate brown and was all crinkled and I swear that her nipples were
at least a half an inch long.  I eagerly took one into my mouth and started
sucking it.  Angela practically ripped my hair out when she wrapped her
fingers in it and had her very first orgasm.
 "Oh, oh oh!  Oh my god!" were music to my ears as she thrashed about on the
bed.  I knew better than to let the momentum go, so I released her nipple
and moved even further down her wonderful body.  I spent several seconds
licking her outie belly button making her giggle and squirm before sliding
between her legs.  She had a wonderful little bush that was thicker near the
top, but faded out the further down you went.  You could tell that she never
shaved, but that nature had given her a perfect bikini cut.  I couldn't
resist kissing her directly on her mound.  "Ohh, April that feels so good!"
She shoved her hips up to meet my lips and I happily licked her soaking wet
slit.
 I was shocked when her clit sprang up from between her lips.  It was huge!
As I licked it, it grew to nearly two inches long and was very thick.  It
was almost like licking a miniature cock.  I even stopped licking it and
took it between my lips and sucked on it while licking the tip.  This set
her off again and I practically drowned in her juices as she came hard.  The
juices were incredibly thick and very pungent.  I have never tasted or
smelled anything like it before.  It was also delicious.  I lapped it up
like it was sweet honey.  She must have come at least a half dozen more
times before I got enough and stopped.  Even then, I kept licking her lips
trying to clean them off.  Of course, the more I licked, the more she
produced.  I finally gave up and rolled over onto my side to rest.
 Angela propped herself up on one arm and looked at me with a look of pure
reverence.  She leaned down and kissed me, oblivious to the fact that her
juices were coating my face.  "Thank you, April.  I love you!"
 Now this kind of rocked me because I could see in her eyes that she meant
it.  Somehow, this girl had fallen in love with me.  The scary thing was
that I was feeling some very similar feelings.  My head was swimming from
her taste and the scent we had noticed earlier seemed to fill the entire
room and me.  I wanted to tell her that it was just the orgasms and
adrenaline talking, but I couldn't seem to voice it.  Then she reached down
and started sucking a nipple and any interest in talking was lost.  I laid
back and let her have her way with me.
 Her touch was obviously inexperienced, but it felt marvelous.  She licked
each nipple with love and nibbled on them.  I began breathing harder and
harder as she stopped kissing my nipples and slid downwards.  She mocked my
actions by giving my tummy a raspberry.  I laughed out loud and shoved her
head down to get her to stop tickling me.  She took this as a signal and
buried her face in my slit.  She attacked me like she was starving to death.
Her tongue shoved itself between my lips and screwed its way into my hole.
I came so hard that I saw stars and comets.  By the time I had come down
from that, she was licking up and down my lips making me twitch even more.
She licked up to the top and sucked hard just like I had done.  I felt the
most intense feelings that I had ever felt before and felt an odd movement.
 "Oh, its so pretty!"  I was about to ask what she was talking about when I
felt her hot lips wrap around something and begin to pump up and down.  I am
pretty sure that they could hear my groans back at McMurdo, but I didn't
give a damn.  I grabbed her head and held it as she bobbed up and down.  I
could feel something monumental building inside of me, and nothing was going
to stop me from having it.  I lost control completely when one of fingers
slipped inside of my pussy.  I jammed my hips upwards and shoved her head
down as I erupted in the biggest climax of my life.  I shook and groaned for
several seconds before collapsing back onto the bed.
 When I had finally recovered from the experience, Angela was curled up
beside me and snoring lightly with a soft smile on her face.  I was amazed
that she could fall asleep so quickly after such an intense experience, but
the relief of years of sexual frustration in such a short time would have
probably worn anyone out.  I pulled her close to me and snuggled with her.
I was drifting off to sleep myself and saw no need to sleep alone.  I did
notice that the odor was fading now as the ventilation system cleared the
room.  I vaguely remembered making a note to talk to Vargas about the air
system to try and figure out what was causing the smell before drifting off
to sleep.
I woke up several hours later with Angela still in my arms.  I felt
amazingly relaxed and well rested.  I also felt incredibly comfortable
holding Angela in my arms.  There were definite sexual feelings there, but
there was also something else underlying it.  It felt almost like I had
always imagined holding my child would feel.  I felt a weird maternal
feeling towards her that really made no sense, but I put it down to the
moment.  I decided to get us both some food because I was starved and I knew
that Angela would be when she woke up.  I gently pulled my arms free and was
about to get up when I happened to look down at my crotch.  What I saw
shocked the shit out of me.  I had fallen asleep with my legs slightly
spread so I had a pretty clear view and I saw a decent sized cock sticking
out from the top of my slit.
Yeah I said cock!  Not an enlarged clit like Angela had, but an honest to
gosh cock.  It wasn't very large, at least not while it was soft, but it was
nice and pink with a dull red tip like a man's.  I could even see a small
slit in the tip.  Now I could see what had surprised Angela when she had
gone down on me.  Something really bizarre was going on here.  I didn't know
what, but I had a hunch that whatever it was, it was just beginning.
Chapter Five
Answers and Questions
Okay, back to me now.  When I left Vargas, I had more questions than was
probably healthy for someone to have.  I knew that the hormones and
chromosome were affecting me from our discoveries.  Between what had
happened with Barry and what had happened with Langdon, I had enough basic
information to believe that everyone else was somehow being affected too.
Now the question foremost in my mind was why was it affecting people in
different ways and why Paul didn't seem to be affected at all.  Although two
samples wasn't nearly enough to form a proper hypothesis, I could postulate
from what I had observed of myself and Barry, the forces affecting us didn't
seem to inspire any sort of violent reactions.  Hell, if Barry was any
indication, they might even create a sense of docility in some subjects.  So
why did Langdon suddenly feel the urge to commit assault and battery?
I had a very flakey roommate back in college who enjoyed locking me out of
our room, especially when I had forgotten my keys so I had become pretty
proficient at breaking and entering.  The door to Langdon's room wasn't much
of an obstacle to my illicit talents so soon I was going through his things,
trying to figure out exactly what was going on.  I found nothing in his logs
or on his computer.  I was just about to give up when I found several small
bottles similar to the kind you get prescriptions in from pharmacies.  There
were no labels on them, but one was still half full.  I took it back to my
lab and ran several of them through my newly invented analyzer.  I found
that our Doctor Langdon had been ingesting Viagra.
Now I am pretty sure everyone knows what Viagra is.  It is a drug designed
to promote sexual potency in older men and younger men suffering from issues
such as Erectile Dysfunction.  Langdon apparently suffered from something
like this.  Now this wasn't surprising, what was surprising was the dosage
in the pills.  Langdon had been taking pills with almost three times the
dosage most doctors recommend.  Now it was starting to make sense.  Take a
man running on sexual overdrive, and then add in an unknown substance that
seemed to inspire a level of sexual arousal like few people had ever seen.
When I went through Langdon's room, I had found a letter from Langdon's wife
telling him how much she was looking forward to his leave time.  Langdon had
made plans to take two weeks leave and visit his wife who was flying to
McMurdo to see him.  He was scheduled to leave two days after the storm had
socked us in.  I had a hunch that Langdon had been taking the Viagra to get
ready for his time with his wife.  When the storm hit and blocked his
leaving, he probably stopped taking the pills, but with the dosage level he
was ingesting there would have still been plenty in his system when the
entire ruckus started.  Which meant once the pills got out of his system, he
should be fine and completely non-violent.
That solved, at least conditionally, one of my mysteries.  I still had no
clue why Angela had resisted if she was being affected.  I figured I could
get answers once she had calmed down and April had a chance to work on her.
(No pun intended here.  Remember that I had no idea what was going on with
the ladies.)  So I decided to check on Paul and see if I could find some
answers there.  I found him in the dining area where all the excitement had
happened.  He had an amazing variety of foods and substances in front of him
and was taking deep breaths over each one of them with a delighted smile on
his face.
"Hey Paul, what are you doing?"  I sat down beside him as close as I could.
He blinked and seemed to notice me for the first time.  "Hey, Aaron.  I was
just smelling things.  About twenty minutes ago, I started smelling things
and I was just trying to enjoy it as much as I could before I woke up from
this dream and things were back to the way they were."  He must have noticed
the confused look on my face because he continued.  "When I was three, I had
a severe viral infection that completely destroyed my sense of smell.  All
of my life I have never smelled a scent from anything I ate drank or
encountered.  Right after the fight with Langdon, I started noticing things
that I had never noticed before.  I walked by the coffee pot and realized
that I actually smelled the coffee perking.  Since then, I have been trying
to smell all of the things that I have been wondering about for sixteen
years."
All of a sudden, the final piece of my puzzle just fell into my lap.  Paul
suffered from Anosmia, which prevented him from smelling.  Which means if
the musk that I was producing was some sort of scent based pheromone, then
he would have been completely unaffected by the odor.  I thanked God for
that, because if he had been affected too then Angela would have most
probably been raped.  The news of Paul's affliction also told me something
else.  I had noticed that I had been feeling better than I had ever felt
before and that my cut hand seemed to have healed at an almost inhumane
speed.  The fact that Paul's Anosmia seemed to have regenerated in a few
short hours told me that whatever was happening to all of us was doing more
than just turning us on.  Somehow, this was healing us and maybe even making
us better.  The very thought excited, terrified, and turned me on something
fierce.  I noticed then that Paul had stopped sniffing the various
substances in front of him and was sniffing the air.  The musk had returned
with my excitement and was filling the room just like it had in the shower.
I decided that I should leave the room before something happened like it had
with Barry.  My sex drive seemed to be in overdrive, but I was still in
control of my impulses.  I had just risen from the bench when the musk scent
in the air seemed to double.  I looked up and saw Barry moving over to the
coffee machine.  He was wearing a USC tee shirt and a pair of sweats.  From
the tent in his pants, I could tell that he was feeling as horny as I was.
Unfortunately for Paul, he also seemed to be producing the same kind of musk
that I was.  All my reasons for leaving the room were washed away by the
double dose of the musk and poor Paul was in serious danger of becoming my
next conquest.  I tried to find reasons for stopping what I knew was coming,
but they seemed to flit away from me before I could lock onto them.  In a
very real sense, I was becoming as much a "victim" as everyone else.
Barry plopped down on the other side of Paul and swatted him on the back
hard enough to rattle his teeth.  "Hey, Paulie!  How's the hero of the day
doing?"
Paul blushed at the loud praise and squirmed away from him.  Of course, that
made him slide closer to me.  "I'm not a hero, Barry.  I just did what
anyone else would have done in the same place."
I had to grin at his modesty and even reached out to muss his hair like I
used to do with my nephews back home when they were being a little too cute
for their own good.  I noticed that he started breathing harder when I
touched him and he kind of shuddered a little when I combed his hair with my
fingers.  Despite my fading worries over what I was doing, I was struck with
just how cute Paul was.  He seemed so shy and feminine.  Heck, he struck me
as even more feminine in his actions than April.  "Maybe Paul, but I doubt
that many people would have jumped someone twice their size like you did.
You probably saved Angela from a bad scene and saved Langdon from ruining
his life.  I think that deserves a pretty hefty reward, don't you think so
Barry?"
It was almost as if Barry was reading my mind.  He stood up and scooped Paul
up in his arms like he was a rag doll.  Paul seemed shocked, but didn't say
anything.  He was breathing so hard that I was almost afraid he was going to
hyperventilate.  Barry followed me as I left the commissary and walked back
into the shower room.  I let them pass and slid the door to the room shut.
Every room in all of the domes had thick metal sliding doors that were
designed to seal the rooms in case the domes were breached and snow started
pouring in.  They were hardly ever used, but I decided to use this one to
give us a little privacy.  I had a hunch that things were going to get noisy
and I didn't want anyone coming in to disturb us.
When I turned around, Barry was already starting to undress Paul who was
just standing there with a puzzled look on his face.  Even as far-gone as I
was, I was ready to stop the whole thing if Paul showed any signs of fear or
resistance.  I was a little surprised by Barry's actions.  When I had fucked
him earlier, he had acted confused but now he seemed as dedicated to
screwing Paul as I was.  The fact that he seemed willing to follow my lead
puzzled me too.  I was never what you call a dominant person and Barry
always struck me as about as Alpha as you could get.  Why was he following
me as if I was king of the world?  I suspected that it had something to do
with the musk and the hormones running rampant through my body.  My musings
were interrupted when Barry finished undressing Paul and started undressing
me.  Before I even fully realized it, I was as nude as they were.  Paul was
breathing hard and shuddering.
Almost as a single unit, Barry and I moved forward to wrap our arms around
Paul.  I almost came when I felt my cock rub against his butt.  Paul moaned
loudly and ground backwards against me.  I glanced around Paul and saw that
Barry had wrapped one hand around his cock and the other around Paul's.  He
was rubbing them together like he was trying to start a fire.  I did notice
that Barry's cock seemed larger than it did during our first encounter.  I
wasn't sure because I had been a little distracted and hadn't really paid
attention to specifics.  Still, Paul definitely seemed to be enjoying the
attention and I was really enjoying the feeling of his ass on my cock.
Hornier than ever, I reached forward and pulled Paul's head back.  His eyes
went really wide when I turned his face and kissed him full on the lips.
When I was screwing Barry, I had felt no desire to kiss him or do anything
romantic, but Paul was definitely inspiring different emotions in me.  I
kissed him gently and let my tongue play across his lips.  He shuddered
again and opened his lips to allow my tongue inside.  Our tongues danced for
several seconds before he pulled forward again with a moan.  I saw that
Barry had dropped to his knees and started sucking on Paul's cock and
understood Paul's distraction.  I started rubbing my cock up and down his
ass cheeks.  My cock head felt a thousand times more sensitive than it had
ever before.  I was leaking precum like crazy and his crack was getting
slicker and slicker.  His crack was feeling wetter and slicker than April's
pussy.  I wasn't really shocked when on one of my upward swipes, I felt my
cock head brush his asshole and lodge in it.
Paul jerked and made a questioning noise.  He seemed about to question my
actions when he shuddered from Barry's sucking and went quiet.  I took this
as an okay and pressed forward.  I groaned out loud myself as my cock slid
inside.  It felt incredible as I slid deeper and deeper into him.  It also
felt much different than when I had fucked Barry.  It felt more like the
times I had sex with April.  He felt much slicker than Barry had and I knew
that it all couldn't be from my leaking cock.  The muscles in his ass felt
different too.  They seemed much stronger and more directing.  I could feel
them gripping my cock, moving it along even as I pushed deeper and deeper.
Paul was breathing heavier and heavier and was shoving back and forth
between my cock and Barry's mouth.
On one such shove, I felt Paul's muscles grip my cock and it suddenly
slipped slightly upwards.  I felt my cock head pop between some entrance
that should not have been there.  Paul screamed loudly and I was terrified
that I had hurt him, but a quick glance at his face told me that he was in
absolutely no pain at all.  I can only describe his expression as one of
pure pleasure.  I heard a loud gulping noise and realized that Paul had
erupted in Barry's mouth and that Barry was hungrily drinking it all down.
Thus encouraged, I pushed forward and upwards until I was fully embedded in
his ass.
Barry got back on his feet and took Paul's head in his hands.  Paul put up
no resistance as Barry pulled him down to his crotch.  Barry moaned happily
as Paul took his cock into his mouth and started sucking loudly.  This put
his ass on the perfect level for fucking and I took full advantage of it.  I
pulled out slightly and began fucking Paul as hard as I could.  The shower
room was filled with groans, sounds of sucking and the sound of my balls
slapping Paul's ass.  I was fucking as hard and as fast as I could and Barry
was literally pounding Paul's mouth.  By all rights, Paul should have been
in considerable discomfort, but he was right there with us.  He was sucking
on Barry's cock like he was starving and the way he was twisting on my cock
told me exactly what he was after there too.
Finally, I felt my balls tightening and shoved as hard as I could.  I felt
most of my cock bury itself in the strange new place that had mysteriously
come into being inside of Paul.  This seemed to set him off on a massive
orgasm even though no one touching his cock.  He groaned and this set off
Barry who grabbed his head in both hands and buried himself in Paul's mouth.
Seeing this was all I could take.  I felt my cock erupt inside of him and it
felt like I was pumping gallons of sperm into his ass.  It felt like my cum
lasted for an hour before I finally relaxed.  Barry literally collapsed to
the floor with a huge grin on his face.  This left Paul unsupported and he
slid forward slowly which made my softening cock slide slowly out of his
ass.  I actually felt myself squirt slightly as my cock head popped out of
the new place, but felt a small degree of relief when it had slid completely
out and Paul slumped to the floor beside Barry.  Within seconds, both of
them were sound asleep on the bathroom floor.  With all of the adrenaline
ebbing from my system, I still managed to make it to a wall before I keeled
over completely.  My last thought before sleep claimed me as well was to
wonder how I was going to explain all of this to April.

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