(This was originally posted in
two parts, "Eve's Daughters" and "Eden
In Harmony". They are combined here under the title "Eve's Daughters.
This third part was "Eden In Harmony").
Part 3 of 3
By
the time Tina had borne five girls, Molly three, and Nancy two, the
need for some boys weighed heavily on all of us.
There was a part of me that was delighted with things as they were.
One curiosity of Eden was that none of the females -- except Sue --
could masturbate to orgasm. They could get excited, but the excitement
led to frustration. They needed my cock inside of them to obtain
release. They reported that they had no interest in each other
sexually. So their only sexual satisfaction was with me.
In that context, Sue's dozen oldest daughters craved my sexual
attention. They needed a daily deep penetration to stay healthy. They
all wanted me, and wanted me badly.
And they all wanted to have as many babies as they could, and there was
only one way to get them.
As for work, I didn't need to lift a finger. All I had to do was lift
my cock.
Why would I want any other male to get in on the picture?
The females all frowned on any activity of mine that reduced my sexual
interest or powers.
In fact, the more I used my sexual apparatus, the more robust it
became. Except for a few minutes of mandatory downtime after each
climax, my erection lasted indefinitely. My cock pulsed to its robust
long and hard state strongly and reliably at the prospect of any pussy.
I could easily have ten orgasms a day, and shoot quite a bit of semen
with each one. I luxuriated in each orgasm for my own pleasure, as well
as for the grateful girl who worshipped me.
But of course the bigger part of me was as troubled as anyone else.
Unless we found a way to make more sets of cock and balls, human life
on Eden would die when mine did.
We set about performing scientific experiments on the girls -- and some
on me. Cut out bunny meat. Eat nothing but bunny meat. Cut out bananas.
Eat only bananas and bunny meat. Move as little as possible for the two
weeks before impregnation. Do nothing but run nonstop. Sleep at night
with nose buried in my pubic hair for two weeks. Try only bunny sex.
Artificial insemination.
It would be a long time before we made paper for hygiene. Everything we
had used paper for on earth was done with cloth. This included toilet
paper, menstrual pads, and handkerchiefs. Cloth was also what we used
to soak up what dripped out of my girls after sex. Good manners
required putting used cloths into the laundry, but sometimes people
forgot.
Ava was Nancy's third daughter. After she learned to walk fast, at age
one, she had an uncanny tendency to barge into a room just as I was
resting in afterglow with some lucky girl.
One day she had uncharacteristically disappeared and didn't come when
called. When Nancy found her, she was in a back bedroom, holding one of
those cloths tossed aside after sex. She held it and sniffed it. Ava
wouldn't hand it over when asked, and when Nancy finally wrenched it
from her grasp, Ava screamed and was grumpy for hours. In a few weeks
she found another one and this time was observed holding it to her
face, breathing through it. When she was 18 months old, Nancy found her
mushing a cloth between her legs at her baby pussy.
In our desperate quest for boys, we investigated any lead related to
sexuality. Why did Ava seem to love those cloths so much?
We invited Ava into the room while I was doing my level best to
impregnate Nancy's twin Molly. Molly's current assignment to try to
bear a boy was to receive me in the missionary position most of the
time, but when it was time to breed, put her butt up in the air bunny
style. My part in the experiment was to not have an orgasm for a full
three days beforehand. After a day had gone by, I had found it nearly
impossible to keep from coming once I locked deep into a sexy pussy, so
I had to give up girls entirely. Going two days without my
ministrations, all my older daughters got grumpy. Now my pussy-crazed
and pussy-starved member was twitching with the excitement of an
impregnation, and it slid smoothly up into Molly's depths. Also in line
with the experiment, I lunged deep up her cunt and let myself come in
seconds, spraying deepest Molly with an extra-large dose of my sperm. I
then pulled out, and naturally a large dollop of sex juices plopped
out, though plenty was left inside to fertilize Molly.
Ava was excited by the smell. Nancy sat little Ava on her lap, legs
spread wide, and explained that we were going to try an experiment, and
that it might feel yucky. While Nancy held Ava's pussy open, I took a
fingerful of the sex juice, composed mostly of my teeming semen, and
gently put it right at the opening to her pussy, then pushed it in a
little.
Ava gasped, moaned and squirmed on Nancy's lap.
"Oooo, so good! So good!" she panted.
We all agreed that it looked like she had just had an orgasm. What kind
of a world was it where three-year-olds wanted semen in their baby
pussies and came when they got it?
We tried some more experiments. If I shot some semen onto her tummy,
Ava also came from sliding the pure stuff in. She was indifferent to
the secretions of girls at various stages of their monthly cycles. It
was the semen that drove her wild.
All the girls down to those who showed any signs of puberty were
already receiving reasonably frequent doses of semen up their cunts by
the natural method. But we tried dabbing semen into all the little
girls. Most were indifferent, but a few reported a pleasant, warm glow.
Kelly, a baby of only nine months, behaved like Ava. She shrieked and
had what certainly looked like an orgasm, an odd thing to behold in a
baby so young.
We decided to give Ava her sexual freedom. We made sure she knew when I
spurted potent cum inside some girl. As it slid from the grateful
pussy, Ava had her chance at the drips. At first she wanted to fill her
pussy with a little bit of my sperm several times a day, but she soon
settled down to a nice big dollop about once a day. She slid the
mixture of girl and man juices up her tiny hole and after a convulsion
she lay back, spent with orgasm. She might have preferred semen
straight from me, but that was too precious. She seemed content with
second-hand drippings.
She found efforts to stimulate her clitoris to be annoying, as most
girls do at that age.
Then Nancy noticed a curious development: Ava's pussy was enlarging.
She shoved the sex goop up inside herself with three fingers.
An enlarged pussy presented an obvious opportunity. At first I looked
at Ava with polite detachment. A full-sized pussy by itself was as
alluring as any other, but could I ignore the fact that it was artfully
nestled between the legs of a cute three-year-old? Maybe I could do her
in the dark. But then as I looked at the cute little thing, I began to
realize that -- was it possible? -- I actually looked forward to doing
her in the light, to looking at her, at making love to her
three-year-old body, just the way it was.
"Ava, would you like to play with daddy's cock?" I asked.
She nodded eagerly.
I lay on my back as she fondled my stiff organ.
"Do you want it inside your pussy?"
Ava nodded eagerly.
"Here, you can climb on me and put it against your pussy. If you like,
you can push it inside."
She shook her head at that. Instead, she lay back in missionary
position, something she had seen countless times.
I leaned over her, not sure what to expect. But I found I was very
excited by the prospect of having sex with the dear young thing. I put
myself at her full-size opening and pressed in, very gently. As she
felt the tip of my cock expand her vaginal tube, she opened her eyes
wide.
"Does that hurt, sweetie?" I asked.
She shook her head, and I pressed in a little more.
"If you've had enough, just say when," I told her.
She didn't ever say when.
"So full!" she said, amazed.
My cock fit all the way inside the dear thing. After I had penetrated
her fully I began my in and out motion. She gave no sign she was
enjoying the sensations, but she didn't seem to mind either. Before
long I got my body thinking orgasmic thoughts, and within two minutes I
pressed in a little tighter and splatted her innards with my sperm.
After a second she let loose with an orgasmic shout. Fresh, pure semen,
straight from the cock, at full depth, was a more intense treat for her
than the dollops of cut sperm that she could shove inside her pussy
opening, but not very far inside.
When my cock reached its full penetration, most girls had a strong
sense of release and pleasure. They liked it when I came, like any
woman likes her man to come, but it gave rise to no special sensation.
Ava felt nothing special when I filled her pussy to the hilt, but she
went crazy when my sperm shot into her. When I tried fucking her for a
little while and then pulling out, she got quite indignant, so I never
did that again. I only slid into young Ava when I was going to squirt
her full of sperm.
The years rolled by. Ava got her orgasms from drippings she shoved up
inside herself and from my direct intrusions.
We decided to proceed a little differently with Kelly, the younger girl
who reacted the same way as Ava to semen. Kelly was pleasured only by
drippings, every second or third day. Although her pussy was large and
inviting, and I licked my chops a few times admiring her, I followed
the rules and she remained a virgin.
Tina's oldest was Emily, the first of her generation, the first girl
born of incest. She grew up like any other girl, and started enjoying
my attentions up her pussy at age twelve, and shortly thereafter needed
to be filled with my cock daily to feel well. I bred her successfully
the first time I tried, after her 12th period, and she gave birth to
the first girl of the third generation when she was 14.
Tina's second daughter was Claire. Events initially unfolded in what
had become the normal pattern, until it came time to breed her. A year
passed and she had not conceived. None of Sue's daughters had taken
that long. When 18 months had gone by without a pregnancy, Claire
started feeling seriously depressed and began getting lethargic, the
same symptoms that Sabrina and Tina had suffered years before. That was
when we had discovered that a girl needed my cock inside her regularly
to stay healthy.
We weren't sure that there was any connection between 18 months without
a pregnancy and her symptoms, but we noted the relationship. I had
already been paying some extra attention to Claire, hoping to give her
the baby she wanted. With the possibility of her health depending on
impregnation, I intensified my efforts further. Starting a mere two
days after her period ended, I made sure to make love tenderly to
Claire every day, giving her an orgasm before I plastered her cervix
with my potent white stuff. With most of my sperm going into Claire for
two weeks at a time, impregnation of the other girls suffered.
"Daddy, I just don't feel like it any more," Claire sighed as I began
massaging between her legs. She was notably duller in every way, and it
was hard to watch her deteriorate. " I'm sick of orgasms and trying to
visualize a baby."
"I'm sorry, dear Claire. If you just lie back, I'll be quick about it."
In short order I graced her cervix with my sperm.
As she approached two years without being able to conceive, Claire
became very sick. She mostly lay in bed, sitting up to eat a little. I
plunged my cock into her pussy at least twice a day.
But she still had periods, and I tried harder than ever to make her
pregnant.
"Oh daddy, don't bother," she managed, weakness and depression evident
in her words. "There are so many of my sisters and aunts who can use
your sperm to make babies, and I just can't."
"We don't know that. Maybe we've just been unlucky."
"Daddy..."
"Hold on sweetie," I said, my breath coming faster. I spurted deep.
More millions of sperm wriggled all over the upper pussy of Claire, all
trying to find her egg.
Then an amazing thing happened. Claire got a case of morning wellness.
Her bouts of nausea were like clear rain after a drought. Her color
improved, she regained her energy, and everyone in our little band
breathed a sigh of relief. As the months went by, she rounded out
nicely, she glowed, and she contributed baby Zoe to our swelling ranks.
Claire's experience caused one immediate change in our practices. There
was no more waiting for 12 periods before trying to make a baby. If
failure to conceive made a girl deathly ill, it was best to start as
soon as possible! The girls started tracking their cycles from their
first period, and whenever an ovulation might be happening, I was
there, up her cunt with my organ, inserting swarms of sperm ready to
pounce on and penetrate any egg she might produce.
When Claire conceived her first child, Sue and I were 43. Sue had first
given birth when she was 14. In the intervening 29 years, she had
carried a pregnancy to term 19 times, and counting the twins, she and I
had produced 20 children. She had no desire to slow down -- she just
wanted more, and when pressed to elaborate, she said vaguely that the
empty land called out for more babies.
We knew from our distant childhood memories that women rarely had 20
children, and that age 43 was a bit late to be bearing children. We
researched the topic on the computer and at its request gave it tissue
samples.
The results were startling. Biochemically, Sue and I had stopped aging
when we were 20 years old. So Sue of course had no signs of approaching
menopause, and her entire female apparatus, notably her uterus, was all
strong and working fine.
I had elevated levels of testosterone, reflecting my active sex life. I
buried myself in pussies dozens of times a day, and I ejaculated about
five times. Responding to the demand, my body made more sperm and
accompanying semen.
Preliminary tests indicated that our daughters were not aging past 20
either. Tina at 28 was the oldest, and we wouldn't expect any
noticeable aging on her, but the computer verified that she too was
biochemically still about 20.
Discovering that we were not aging was good news, of course. It wasn't
a guarantee of immortality; there are accidents, and our biochemistry
could change at any time. Yet it was also unsettling to think that we
really might go on indefinitely -- we did not feel the previously
universal human pressure of almost certain death by age 100, with
decrepitude starting much earlier.
Sue and I celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary by ourselves. We
spread out on some fine blankets where the magnificent grove met the
beach, right where I had proposed to her 30 years before. We had a
picnic of the finest fruits, grains, and bunny meat prepared three
different ways. After dinner we had some luxurious sex -- bunny style,
as Sue was seven months pregnant. As the sun set, we lay on our backs,
holding hands, looking up at the leaves in the canopy gently fluttering
in the breeze, hearing the soft lapping of waves on the beach.
"Have you thought about the future, Nate?" It was an odd question. We
both thought about the future constantly.
"What do you mean?"
"Suppose we can have some boys. Have you thought about the population
pattern?"
"A little, but tell me how you see it."
"Our bodies stay young and we might live forever. And every woman has
to have a baby every couple years or she gets sick and dies. You know
what kind of population growth rate that creates..."
I did. It was explosive. "Fortunately there's a lot of land."
"Yeah, but you know how fast that kind of exponential curve could
populate this whole place."
"When they re-invent medical science, surely they'll find a way to stop
the necessity of having babies indefinitely."
"We can hope."
I looked at the last of our sun's rays in the tops of the trees.
"Have you thought through the other possibility? What if we can't
produce any more males?"
"We go extinct eventually. But we don't know when, since you aren't
aging."
"True, but what about before that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Maybe at one pussy a minute, for ten hours a day, I can satisfy 600
pussies. But what happens when there are 6,000? 60,000? Imagine ranks
of girls on the verge of death, and I know I can save them if only I
can get my cock into them soon enough. But there are too many..."
"Stop talking like that," Sue said, in her firm voice.
A grim silence descended between us.
"Infanticide," she finally whispered. I had reached the same
conclusion, but didn't want to say it. Women bearing babies, year after
year, and killing each one as soon as she was born. It was the least
horrible alternative, but it was truly horrible.
We needed boys.
"It's a beautiful evening, Sue," I managed. "Let's take a walk on the
beach."
I was fighting back tears, but my cock was still going strong. I was
ploughing it in and out of Olivia, approaching orgasm. My body went
into its familiar routine, and on cue I dribbled a little more sperm
into the girl, but I felt no pleasure.
Olivia was sixteen, and she had never gotten pregnant. Now she was in a
deep coma. But I couldn't give up on her. I had ejaculated in her just
an hour before. She still did have periods, or at least had had one six
weeks before.
"Dad," said Tina gently, hand resting lightly on my shoulder as I lay
on the naked, unresponsive form of Olivia. "It's too late, dad."
"No, it's not!" I said.
"Please, dad.."
"Go away!" I shouted.
After she left I slid off of Olivia to the side and dozed off from
exhaustion. Olivia had been one of my favorite grand-daughters. She was
one of Molly's, and I could still see her shy smile peeking at me from
around a corner. That one image was burned into my mind, for some
reason. It was impossible that I could let Olivia die.
I woke to Olivia's breath coming in short gasps. I heaved myself up on
top of her again, spread her legs once again, and pressed my cock into
her pussy, where I had pressed it so many time before. I had squirted
more semen into Olivia than any other female, or so it seemed. But
Olivia's skin was cool and her pussy was clammy. I had entered many
feverish pussies, to my great if secret delight, but never a cool one.
But I pounded away into her, jiggling her body with each thrust.
I felt near orgasm, but my grief got in my way. The clammy pussy didn't
help. But I couldn't let her down now. I pumped harder, focusing on the
image of the head of my cock hardening just before orgasm. But orgasm
seemed farther away, not closer. With eyes closed I was pressing in
over and over, faster, but I wasn't going to be able to do it this
time. I had to slow down eventually, and then looked up at the dear
girl's face. She wasn't breathing any more.
"NO!" I screamed. I went back to my furious pace. Was her pussy getting
cooler and clammier with each thrust, or was I imagining it?
I heard some daughters creep in. They could see that Olivia was gone.
"Dad... Dad! You've done everything you could! It's not your fault!"
I cried. My cock had wilted, and I slipped out of Olivia -- or, I was
sickened to realize, Olivia's corpse -- and onto my back.
"Oh, dad!" offered Nancy, falling to her knees and reaching her hand
out to comfort me, but I pushed her away.
I don't know how long I lay next to her corpse.
It's easy to see now that I had seriously lost my rationality. Sue
later tried to put a positive spin on it, saying it made me more human
and lovable to show a little imperfection now and then.
Then I heard more rustling.
"Nate, get up."
I didn't move.
"Get up now!"
My wife, Sue -- the shrew. Sue the Shrew.
"Drag him out."
Hands were on me everywhere then. I felt caught and I didn't like it at
all. I tried to shake them off, but they would not be shaken.
Panicking, I thrashed with all my strength, but it was not enough. I
might be the strongest person on Eden, but my daughters were also
strong, and now in sisterhood they outmatched me. Although they were as
gentle as my resistance allowed, I was at their mercy as they dragged
me from the room.
They took me to my bed, the bed I shared with Sue.
After I finally stopped struggling, Sue dismissed the others.
She sat beside me. When I felt her hand rest on my shoulder, I
stiffened, but didn't push her away.
"Talk to me, Nate."
I didn't feel like talking. But Sue was patient.
"She's dead, Sue. Dead. I'll never get to see that smile again."
Sue started stroking my arm, gently.
"We are all going to miss her, but it might well be that you will miss
her most."
"And it's my fault she's gone."
Sue said nothing. We had been over this before.
"I was the only one who could save her," I said.
"God DAMN you, Nate!!"
I was startled.
"It's no one's fault! It just happened. You fucked her perfectly, over
and over. You gave her all the sperm she needed. She was just sterile."
"You don't know that!"
"Fine! We don't know for sure. But let me see here, Mr. Rational. This
man has fathered 65 children. Every other time he's set out to fuck a
baby into a girl, it has worked, usually quickly. Olivia never had a
baby. I wonder which one is most likely to be the cause of the
infertility? Let me think about this a moment."
I held up my shaking hand to stop her, then paused a moment to collect
my thoughts.
"I just miss her so much! She can't be gone!"
I reached out my arms, and in a flash Sue was hugging me while I
sobbed. I cried off and on for hours.
When Sabrina had died, years before, Sue had stopped functioning. I was
headed that way after the death of Olivia, but there was one problem.
Twenty-five cunts had to be filled with cock, and their owners would
get quite unhappy if my cock didn't show up.
We had known that any serious erectile dysfunction on my part could be
a calamity, but it had never been an issue. Now, however, I was having
a lot of trouble.
I had no interest in sex. Deep down, I felt like a failure, and didn't
feel my daughters' beautiful bodies should be sullied by the intrusion
of the cock of such a loser. The sensation of fucking dead Olivia's
cooling dead pussy haunted me. The idea of seeking out girls as usual
made me nervous. Fear of impotence makes impotence worse, and I was
afraid I wouldn't be able to get it up. It was a tangled mess.
Sue in her wisdom brought little Fran in to see me. Fran was not quite
three. She was the sweetest, most delightful little creature, and as
she showed me her little cloth doll I couldn't help smiling just a
little as I lay on my side, limp.
Then for some reason I felt a hunger. Fran was not one of the cum kids;
she was just an ordinary three-year-old. But my attention zoomed onto
her little pussy as she sat by me cross-legged. I didn't want to
penetrate it, but I needed it. I lifted the little girl up, rolled onto
my back, and maneuvered her tiny pussy in front of my face. I sniffed
her sweetness. Then I started licking her pussy lips. Fran squirmed and
fussed just a little. What the hell was I doing? Forcing myself on the
sweetest little girl I knew? But I was a fucker first, and although
this was not literal fucking, it was the same side of me coming to the
fore. Sue, bless her heart, didn't object; Sue did her motherly best
and more to comfort little Fran. And as I held the little girl's bun
cheeks, pressing her crotch towards my face, my cock slowly started to
rise. I kept licking away at little Fran, now probing inside her pussy
lips, and I became rock hard.
I took my head away long enough to tell Sue, "Have them all impale
themselves." Sue smiled and disappeared. Fran now looked calm, if
perplexed. I speculated that the sensations from between her legs were
new to her, and that they weren't at all unpleasant. I licked little
Fran gently and patiently. I wondered how I could get enough of the
little girl.
I felt someone on the bed, fingers on my cock, and then one hot pussy
pressed downward until it bottomed out, pubic hair against pubic hair,
my tip up inside her deep, right where it belonged. I saw nothing but
Fran's lovely little stomach, legs, and pussy lips. I heard a sigh, and
felt the cunt move up and down a couple times before leaving my cock
alone once again. Within thirty seconds another engulfed me, and I
heard sighs when that one swallowed me to the hilt. A few little
strokes, then that pussy disappeared. Seconds later, another one took
its place. My cock was engulfed, squeezed, and massaged by one cunt
after another. In the parade of pussies, I recognized Tina's and
Molly's. I had never thought before about identifying girls that way,
but it was possible.
An idea came to me as to why I was licking Fran as if my life depended
on it. Fran was the very antithesis of death. Her pussy was too young
for my cock, and would be for some time, but the potential was there
and I needed to possess it. The smelling and licking was the right way
to commune with this little pussy, and in a way it was more intimate
than intercourse. In the present, her inner girl parts glistened,
including her little clit, and I poked my tongue gently against her
tiny vaginal opening. And also in the present, the assembled pussies of
our little troop satisfied my desire, fully taking in my cock in a way
that little Fran could not.
Sue didn't impale herself -- Sue was the one mature female who didn't
need any such treatment. After dozens of pussies had impaled
themselves, a lull indicated that everyone had taken a turn. My cock
was hard and in need of relief. It had been deliciously teased, but now
it demanded release. I lifted little Fran enough off my face to look at
Sue, waiting patiently and lovingly beside me.
"Now I want to fuck you for real!" I said. "I have a big load of cum
for you!"
Sue looked pleased at the offer.
She leaned over Fran's knee and whispered, "If you want to, I would
love it, but -- what would you think of pumping that load of sperm into
Linda? She's in heat. Very much in heat," Sue said suggestively.
Oh, Linda. She was one of Sue's daughters. She had been in heat just
once so far, and hadn't caught. She had had an orgasm the very first
time I entered her, a few years before, and had had two during out
first breeding attempt. Yes, Linda would do very nicely.
I gave little Fran's pussy one more kiss, then sat up and hugged the
whole child. "Thank you, my love, you have been a very important girl
and done a very important job!" I said with complete sincerity. Fran
blushed and beamed. I tentatively offered her a kiss on the lips, and
she eagerly accepted. "You can go if you want," and when Sue reminded
her of her favorite playmate she did hop off, pausing to adjust her
glowing but bewildered pussy. I made a point over the next few months
of paying a lot of attention to Fran, loving her in all the ways she
craved -- which were not sexual.
Then Linda came in, flushed with excitement, and lay on the bed ready
to be taken. Her pussy was oozing the light nectar of the fertile girl
on her fertile day. As I eased my tip into her, I knew I could not last
long. I had more than a day's worth of cum. I grabbed her behind the
buttocks and flashed in and out hard, fast and deep, over and over. She
started to wail instantly, and her pussy clenched. The first of my
globs was so big and shot so fast that it stung a little as it rocketed
down my tube into my girl. Breeding a beauty with a hot, tight cunt, a
beauty wailing with orgasm -- that was transcendent pleasure. The
second glob joined the first, up high in hot Linda, and then a third
and fourth and fifth went rocketing in.
We were both breathing like we had just been sprinting, and as we came
down from our highs I looked at her. We had just both had magnificent
orgasms with similar sensations. Somehow we were especially attuned in
afterglow.
Down below we were not similar at all. My cock was still rock-hard
inside the girl, while her pussy still clenched me. My part of the
reproduction was done, while hers was just beginning.
Sue had been watching and was playing with herself a little.
With a final kiss to Linda, I slid out, a flood of my seed wetting the
sheet. I manhandled Sue onto her back and spread her legs, her smile
telling me she liked the manhandling. With a growl I lunged up inside
her pussy and banged away hard. I could tell she had a gentle, mild
orgasm as I came again. I had very little cum for her, but she didn't
need cum at the moment. She needed love and reassurance, and I gave her
that. Linda looked a touch wistful, off to the side of the bed. When
Sue noticed, she motioned her to come up and join us, and I fell asleep
with my pregnant wife snuggled against me on one side, and my nubile
daughter on the other, not yet technically pregnant, but with all the
processes of creation unleashed within. The sperm were on their way,
the egg was eager to engulf one of them, and the uterus was eager to
welcome the little embryo within..
The next morning all was back to normal. My hard and eager prick
soothed and rejuvenated my dozens of daughters, and occasionally my
balls emptied out into a grateful girl.
Ava was the first of the cum kids. After shoving gobs of it up inside
herself month after month, her pussy had enlarged at a very early age
and she had been taking my cock and my sperm for years.
Ava never lost her taste for cum in her pussy, but she never actively
needed it to stay healthy. As she hit puberty, she needed a cock
insertion like all the other girls.
Ava had her first period when she was twelve. It was the only period
she had for some time, because I fucked a baby into her on the first
try.
To everyone's great disappointment, her baby was also a girl. Another
experiment aimed at producing boys had failed. We returned our
attention to our other increasingly outlandish experiments. I saved my
urine, and Nancy washed her entire crotch area with it thoroughly, then
spread it under her upper lip before -- blech! -- drinking a little. It
was her idea, not mine! Sue, bless her heart, was following me around
collecting my cum as it fell from girls' pussies, painting her upper
lips with it and swallowing some. Sue, of course was a different kind
of animal, an earth girl, and she herself was driven to be a constant
guinea pig, trying anything we could think of to produce a boy.
Tina was acting as midwife as Ava lay before her, grunting and
sweating. A second birth usually went more quickly, but it was still
hard work and still painful. Transition was still especially difficult.
Ava screamed and cried, before finding words.
"I can't stand it! I really can't stand it!"
"Yes you can, dear, yes you can. You're doing great. Just a few more
minutes."
"Oh, fuck you!" screamed Ava. Tina didn't take it personally. A woman
at the height of labor could say absolutely anything she wanted, and no
one would hold it against her.
As promised, transition ended and Ava began pushing. After half an
hour, the baby's head crowned.
"Don't push quite so hard, if you can," Tina said.
In fact, Ava gave a giant push, not a gentle one, and the little girl
shot out. Tina had to react quickly to catch her.
After clamping the cord, Tina gave the baby a good look. To that point
only poor Ethyl had emerged with a problem -- deformed fingers. Then
Tina's heart sank. Something was wrong between the girl's legs. Some
extra flap of skin. She looked again, and then again, then her heart
stopped. She had seen it in the pictures. A little tube above a tiny
sack.
This girl was a boy.
Tina shrieked. "It's a boy!" she yelled, "It's a boy!" Big feet and
little feet converged on the birthing room from all sides.
I had been in the middle of fucking Robin, who was one of Sue's, though
I had to admit I had lost track of just what number in the birth order
she was. She had a hot cunt, she was begging for my sperm, and I was
working up to giving it to her. Any commotion generally made me lose my
concentration and annoyed me, but when I heard "A boy! A boy!"
everything else was forgotten.
Sue got to the door of the birthing room before me, but seeing me
coming she waited. The two of us approached the birthing bed together,
our daughters and grand-daughters making way for us. We were the only
two people who had ever seen a boy. Tina started to hand me the little
thing, but I quick motioned her to give it to Sue first. There, between
its legs, were the perfect parts of a little boy. My son, my grandson,
and my great-grandson, all one person.
The cloud that had hovered over our little band lifted. It was possible
for us to make a boy. Our experiment of letting little Ava be a cum kid
had paid off. The only known roadblock to our success on Eden had just
been lifted.
It was Ava's right to name him, but she gave the honor to me -- sort
of. She didn't like the first two I suggested. "Nate, Jr." was a bit
egocentric. "Avanate", mother and father's names together, was a little
two cutesy and not an established earth name. We finally settled on
"Stan". It had "Nate" backwards, kind of, and it had a big "S" for Sue.
There was an "A" for Ava too -- and an "N" for Nancy and a "T" for
Tina, but we all agreed that in that level of symbolism lay madness. We
had considered surnames, but it seemed pointless at present. Sue had
taken my name when we got married, and according to earth custom
everyone on the planet would simply have my last name.
All the girls were eager to see Stan's cock and play with it as much as
Ava would allow.
What a funny little thing! They snickered with delight when it let
loose a stream of pee, drenching whatever girl was investigating him at
the time. Stan was a fussy baby, but along with all the ordinary tricks
to calm a girl, there was one other. He usually calmed down if Ava or
some other girl massaged his cock with her fingers. Sucking his dick
worked even better. It seemed like he had an erection half the time.
All the girls loved to hold him, play with him, and watch him grow.
When he could crawl, one of Stan's favorite activities was crawling to
the nearest girl and gently touching her between the legs, which the
girls found funny.
As he got a bit older, he got an erection when he did this.
Just after he was three, little naked Stan approached little naked
Ruby, age four. He reached for her pussy, and Ruby lay back a bit and
giggled as he did. Then he did something he had never done before. He
climbed onto her and tried to line up his pelvis on top of hers.
"What are you doing, little guy?" asked Ruby.
"I wanna put it in!" Stan said.
"Put it in?"
"Yeah, inside."
"Hey Ava," Ruby called out with some surprise, and Stan's mother
appeared. "He wants to put it in me!" She was gently holding Stan away,
not wanting to reject him but not at all ready for anything in her
pussy.
"Why do you want to put it in, Stan?" Ava asked.
"I wanna put it in!"
Sue and I were called in and the situation explained.
"Hmmm," said Sue. "Eden is a sex-positive planet."
I smiled. "Isn't that just what we're hoping he'll do? Why not start
now?" The others laughed.
We all fetched Carla, aged five and one of the cum kids. She had been
receiving me up her pussy for a year now. When we all explained what
Stan seemed to want, she giggled, but shrugged her shoulders, lay back,
and spread her legs. Stan crawled onto her just as eagerly as onto
Ruby, and Carla helped him align himself. His dick was small, but it
was hard, and it fit up inside. Carla giggled as he began a little
fucking motion. She thought it was cool, and he kept up his little fuck
for ten minutes before losing interest. But he sought her out and
fucked her again later that day. That time he finished with a little
"Ooooo" and a big grin as he had his first dry orgasm.
When the other little girls saw what Stan and Carla were doing, some
thought they would like to try it too. We grown-ups shrugged; it was a
pro-fucking planet. As a cum kid, Carla's pussy was already big and
easily lubricated. The other girls had small, sleeping pussies, so we
grown-ups offered them wheat oil.
So Stan fucked some of the ordinary little girls too. His little dick
fit easily into their little pussies. Occasionally a little one
squawked when he tore her hymen, but the discomfort was soon forgotten.
Stan wanted to conquer every female on the planet. Noting that Ava's
early sexual activity had enabled her to conceive this precious boy, we
decided to let him go wild. Most of the girls needed no convincing, and
the others all warmed to it. We did draw a line, though. He had to keep
his paws off girls until they were toilet trained.
Stan's cock was watched with more interest than any boy's cock in human
history. We all noted how it enlarged little by little, both in its
floppy state but also its hard one.
As his cock grew, he stopped fucking the little girls where it no
longer fit so easily, and his desire for them waned as well.
We watched him shoot up in height and start getting pimply, and watched
his balls grow.
A common sight in Stan's world was me penetrating a girl as far as I
could and her relaxing. He wanted to do that too. In fact, it was the
most immediate vital role we needed him to fill as our population
expanded.
But things did not initially go as expected. After he had lodged his
cock deep within one of his sisters, the sister reported a little
tingle of something, but it was more longing than relief. She was more
eager than usual to get me to shaft her with my mature organ.
It got to the point that big girls wouldn't let Stan screw them unless
I was at hand to finish the job off and give them relief.
Stan started ejaculating a little fluid when he was fourteen, and as
soon as he did we let him try impregnating girls, but he had no early
success. However, at that age the girls he filled with his cock
reported that they now felt that same relief they felt from me. The
girls confided to me in private that it still wasn't quite as rich as
what they felt from my intrusions, but it was OK. They could now go
months at a time without needing my cock if they could have his.
This opened up a new possibility for our community. Previously, the
women could explore, but every night or at most two they had to come
back to the base camp to get their pussy filled.
Now an exploring band could head off for days at a time if Stan was
with them. My enterprising daughters set up temporary camps as far as
thirty miles from our base. We made an actual permanent settlement at a
spot where we found good supplies of ore for copper and iron, and we
began fashioning our own metal tools.
More boys were born. They were very rare, and were only born to cum
kids. Among Ava's first fifteen children, Stan had only one brother.
Stan had been frustrated at first when his penile penetrations did not
satisfy the girls but made them want me more than ever. He was very
proud when he could finally satisfy them himself.
However, he could still not father children, and could not for many
years. He could satisfy the daily needs of all the girls at the mining
camp, but when it was time for them to conceive their next baby, they
always rotated back to the main camp so I could impregnate them.
It was only when he was 28 that Stan fathered his first child, and from
then on he was my equal in terms of sexual performance.
One hundred years after I first wriggled free of the landing craft, the
population of Eden was in the tens of thousands and was spreading
rapidly over the continent.
Metallurgy had fueled technological development. There was earth-moving
equipment powered by fuel cells, allowing more mining and the
construction of roads. Ocean-going ships were being produced by the
dozens, powered by sail and fuel cells. The invention of small scouting
airplanes had allowed a dramatic increase in exploration. Ocean-going
ships carried airplanes and earth-moving equipment, among a great many
other supplies. Construction of an airstrip was part of creating a
coastal outpost, and the airplane could then survey vast amounts of
land. Eden was a bit smaller than earth, but exploration had discovered
that it had more habitable land. The ships also carried one other vital
supply -- a man. Two, actually, in case something happened to one of
them.
In the early days Sue and I were the heads of the family and we simply
made all the decisions. As time went on and matters became more
complex, we came to rely heavily on the geniuses Nancy and Molly. Then,
with land freely available and with enough people to use it in earnest,
there was a strong tendency to just spread out and worry about living
together harmoniously later. But Nancy in particular took the lead role
in holding us all together under a representative democracy.
When the reproductive patterns stabilized, it turned out that Eden made
about one male for every fifteen females. Molly's research discovered
that this was an excellent ratio to minimize conflict. Men were simply
not motivated at a gut level to accumulate more than fifteen wives. Of
course, women also tended to be much less competitive than men.
I felt the weight of someone sitting down on the edge of the bed.
Looking up I saw it was my dear Betsy in her pink gown, the prominent
bulge of her pregnant belly visible beneath.
"Good morning, daddy."
"Good morning, sweet pea."
"There's a treat for you this morning," she said with a grin.
I knew what that probably meant. "Hannah?" I asked.
She nodded. "Fourteen days, and the mucus is stringy."
I grinned, my cock rising. I was going to make my first try at
impregnating Hannah. After all these years, I still found the prospect
exciting.
After morning clean-up and a light meal, I went into the room where
Hannah and a half dozen other girls slept. The girls were happier
sleeping in a pile where they could hug each other at night. They were
now all lounging on the giant common bed, waiting for me. My cock was
already very hard, harder than usual this morning with the prospect of
giving Hannah a baby.
Hannah dipped her finger inside her pussy and reached out her hand to
me so I could smell the secretions that heralded her fertility.
"Not yet," I said. "I don't want to put my sperm in the wrong girl."
She saw the sense of that.
Deirdre had one breast hanging out of her nightshirt, the other still
covered. She fixed me with a significant smile. She was kneeling on the
bed with her legs apart, slowly lifting her shirt up to show more and
more of her inner thighs. I smiled my appreciation of her efforts, but
she could wait.
Tammy lay on her back with her legs spread, one hand moving
rhythmically between her pussy lips and the other grasping her left
breast, the thumb making circles over the nipple. She probably needed
another minute or two to get wet.
Mary was one of my favorites, and she was looking very demure at the
moment, legs folded beneath her, feet sticking out to the side, her
pelvis rocking almost imperceptibly. She did not stick out her chest to
present her small breasts as advertisement -- they were just there, and
I found them all the more alluring for that. I would start with her.
As I approached, the other girls made room for her to lie back and
spread her legs wide, revealing a glistening pussy. She held it open as
I lowered myself onto her and pressed in, a little at a time. When I
could press in no further, her face relaxed and her eyes closed. That
was the familiar moment that recharged and rejuvenated her, the moment
my cock was in to the hilt. I pulled out a little, then pressed back in
four times, then withdrew. She didn't have an orgasm -- I didn't have
time to give one to every girl, and she had come the day before. But
four times to the hilt gave her plenty of satisfaction. As I pulled out
she opened her eyes, smiled, and squeezed my hand. I gave her a brief
kiss.
"I love you, daddy," she said.
Now it was time for Deirdre. "Like a bunny, Deirdre?" I asked. Deirdre
grinned. Some of the girls didn't get much out of the bunny style, but
Deirdre loved it, and I liked variety. She also had a deep pussy, and I
could press in all the way without hitting the end, which I liked. The
nightshirt came off, her butt came up, and I walked towards her on my
knees, my cock jiggling up and down. I first rubbed my hands all over
the sexy globes of her rear end. I held her pussy open myself, loving
the look of the lips spreading to reveal the wetness within. I drove in
smoothly in one stroke, all the way.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned as I reached the hilt and stayed still a moment.
I leaned over her back and reached around to cup her breasts as they
hung down, trapping each nipple between my index and middle finger.
I slid in and out of her tunnel, sensing her pleasure each time I had
filled her completely.
"If you give me a minute, I'll come, Daddy! I'm close!" I had a minute
to spare, so I surged in and out of my luscious Deirdre, stopping to
think of other things now and then so I didn't get too excited. But she
got plenty excited. I stroked insistently and dug my fingernails into
her butt. Then she let out an, "Ohhh!!!" As her cunt squeezed me
rhythmically, I quickly tried solving 8 times 17 in my head. I stayed
deep a minute or so to let her enjoy afterglow with a full pussy.
Then I withdrew my wet cock. I was pretty excited and needed to reserve
my sperm for Hannah, so I picked a somewhat less thrilling option.
Betsy needed my cock like the others, but her large belly somehow
reminded my innards that no further sperm could be of use at the
moment. She too I did from the rear, since it was the best way to keep
her pregnant stomach out of the way.
"You're so great, dad," she said, as my cock locked into its deepest
spot within. It was fun to push in that extra half inch with her,
nudging the tip of my cock over the swollen cervix which made the very
end of her pussy narrower. Girls who had given birth had looser
pussies, there was no way around it, and this little tightness at the
end was exciting. I locked into her a half dozen times before sliding
out.
I was glowing with pleasure to see the mass of my nubile daughters
looking on with approval as I shoved myself to the hilt in each of them.
"Where's Ursula?" I asked.
Betsy was glowing from my attentions, but said, "She's coming into heat
too, so we thought you should do her later."
"Good thinking."
Ursula was thirteen and had already had four periods. Hannah had just
finished her first a few days before, so it would be my first attempt
to make a baby with her.
Ursula still needed to feel my cock lodged in her to stay healthy. My
body senses a girl's fertility somehow, and sometimes I come in a girl
in heat or nearly in heat even when I don't mean to. I would do Ursula
as the first one of my second bunch. I wouldn't come by accident when I
had just come an hour before, but when I was primed to unload a night's
worth of semen, it would have been more risky.
Tammy was the last girl before Hannah. She annoyed me from time to
time, though fortunately that interfered not in the least with my
desire to lodge my cock inside her. For variety I arranged us lying on
our sides face to face. When I slid in to the hilt, Tammy let out an
excited, "Oh, fuck!" Four more times I possessed her to the hilt, and
by the fourth she was simply breathing hard instead of saying anything.
Tammy annoyed me, but she was my daughter and I loved her, so I made an
extra point of kissing her gently a few times before I disengaged,
which made her smile bashfully.
Now the only girl on the bed who had not gotten her morning intrusion
of cock was Hannah.
She arranged herself in missionary position. She had a perfect figure,
not too skinny and not too fat. For a year I had been shoving into her
every day, and had come there a couple times, but this was the first
time we were trying to use the cum for its primal purpose.
A stir of excitement went through the other girls. They loved to watch
when I came, and it was especially wonderful when they knew that the
stuff that rocketed through my swollen cock shaft was trying to knock
one of them up.
"Take some of her juices for the last minute," I told Betsy. She took a
dollop of Hannah's copious secretions on her fingers. I approached the
fertile girl. My cock had been in four pussies already, and was itching
to deliver its load, but a little more patience was required.
"Do you want to get pregnant, Hannah?" I asked.
"Yes, daddy," she said, with excitement.
The other girls giggled at my question. Of course she wanted to get
pregnant. They all wanted to get pregnant as often as they could.
"Are you sure?"
"Oh, yes, please, daddy, I'm ready, do it to me!"
I lowered myself partway and opened her lips myself to slide into her
well-lubricated cunt. At this time of month, it was just a touch
velvety to increase my pleasure, to try to get me to give it sperm. I
could have come the first time I heaved in to the hilt, but I held
back. There was more fucking to be done.
I started in and out at a leisurely pace. Each time I hit the end
Hannah got that little surge of the happiness all the other girls had
been getting. I began pounding harder. Tammy leaned over and whispered
something into Hannah's ear, and because she squirmed and smiled I knew
it must have been something exciting.
I could tell when she was getting close to orgasm. It would be intense
and last a good long while, because her hormones were begging her for
sex, my cock was harder and my pleasure greater than usual, and we both
knew she was probably going to get pregnant.
We were both right on the edge, my balls and cock and innards all on
fire to fulfill their masculine destiny.
"Fuck a baby into her cunt," said Mary urgently but softly, with an
impish grin, and the unexpected words from the demure little thing were
electrifying.
Betsy sensed the moment too and put her finger with Hannah's juices
right under my nose. Hannah shouted and her pussy clenched, and I at
last let my body go, and just as my tip reached the inmost point of
Hannah's cunt I rocketed a mass of silvery cum up into her. When I
pulled back and strained in as far as I could another shot surged out,
then a third and a fourth. Hannah kept crying out incoherently.
Everyone sighed with pleasure, and as Hannah's orgasm finally ended, I
let myself down on her, staying far up inside. She hugged me tight and
seemed to relish that she had to strain a little to breathe beneath my
weight.
The girls got up one by one to head to their morning activities as
Hannah and I stayed locked in our embrace. My cock plugged her pussy to
keep as much sperm up in her as I could, giving every sperm cell the
best chance it could of swimming up inside her to start a baby.
At last I rolled off, a flood of sexual nectar spilling forth. Cum kid
Laura had padded in shortly after I came, and she was right there, to
catch as much of the oozing mess as she could and shove it up her
pussy. Her coos, sighs, and gasps were a pleasant addition to afterglow.
Celebrations were held all over the planet in honor of the year 200. It
was also Sue's and my wedding anniversary.
Sue had decided to take a break from having babies when she was 100,
but we noticed that she started aging, and the computer confirmed it.
She would not get sick and die from an empty uterus as the native-born
would, but she would grow older. She was happy to go back to having
babies. Now she's as sleek as any 27-year-old, and her uterus is
strong, her pussy wet and welcoming. She keeps popping the babies out.
As for me, time has further honed me to my purpose. My organ is thick
and long, suitable for entering the deepest pussies. I produce perhaps
a quarter cup of semen a day, and typically shoot it up a dozen cunts.
If anything, the intensity of pleasure from my orgasms has increased as
the years have gone by.
We were all worried from the beginning about our exponential growth.
What would happen after we filled the planet? Would we exhaust the
resources and kill it, far faster than humans had killed earth? Or
would some sort of draconian regime call for forced infanticide?
Horrible as that would be, the alternative of letting girls die at some
later age from not having enough babies would be worse.
The first hint of a solution came from the mining disaster in the year
116. Twelve women died, and eight were rescued after two days trapped
underground. Those eight women all recovered fully, and resumed their
normal lives, suffering occasional nightmares. Like all women, they got
their daily dose of a cock to fill them up, and they got carefully
spermed on their fertile days. They all went two and then three years
without conceiving, and everyone was worried. But while they did not
conceive, they did not get sick either.
Twenty-seven women and two teenage boys set out on the arctic
expedition of 127. Everything went according to plan, but it was a
grueling trip. On their return, the twenty-seven women all led healthy
lives -- except that they, too, no longer conceived.
When the initial base camp on the beach grew into a real town,
conditions got a bit congested. The girls stopped getting pregnant. The
one exception was Sue.
It appeared that women stopped conceiving when conditions became
stressful. A beautiful environment that begged for more inhabitants
made the women fertile. When conditions got crowded or provoked
anxiety, they stopped conceiving. They didn't feel the need for a man
to inject them with semen. If he did, they never conceived, and if he
didn't, they remained healthy. There was a parallel psychological
effect. Earth women often experienced a baby hunger, an intense desire
for a child. Under stressful or crowded circumstances, the women of
Eden didn't want children.
The population regulates itself. So far the women's internal sense of
"too crowded" is sustainable. Women in pleasant little villages slow
down their childrearing rate if all the land nearby is occupied.
Sue and I celebrated our 200th wedding anniversary privately, in the
big grove at the edge of the sea -- now preserved as a historic park.
We got punchy and started reminiscing.
"You would think memories would fade with time, but I remember those
first years more vividly than any of the others."
"Oh, me too!" I said. "Desperately hoping that moldy corpse would turn
into a girl. Pissing gallons of water. The first time you took my hand."
"That lovely engagement ring. Our wedding night -- it was so special!
It felt so good, right? I think it did."
"Giggling as we watched the bunnies humping away. You remember the
first time we discovered what a delicacy roasted bunny balls were?"
"Yes! And little Sabrina..." We were both quiet for a bit. Then Sue
continued, "It was so sad. But before she died, she lived! She lived
for thirteen magnificent years!"
"Yes! Remember the time she had been running all morning and fell
asleep in the grass, and when we found her there were a dozen bunnies
licking the salt off of her?"
"And I'll never forget when Tina snuggled against me. I thought she was
dying, and then she jumped up!"
"I remember fucking her, and how good it felt."
"You were saving her life, remember?"
"Yeah, but what I remember was how luscious it felt."
"After Molly and Nancy seduced you, I wanted to chain you up."
"What?"
"So you could only fuck the girls I brought to you, the ones I wanted
you to fuck, when I wanted you to fuck them."
"You never told me that before."
"Yes, I did, you just forgot."
"Oh." We gazed out over the ocean as the big red sun set. "You know,
fucking has solved lots of problems for us. Can you think of one time
when fucking fucked things up here, so to speak?"
"No, I can't. Speaking of which..." Sue dipped her fingers into her
pussy and brought them under my nose to sniff. She had the unmistakable
odor of a girl in heat.
"Oh..." I said. We smiled at each other. Our lips touched, tenderly.
Hands massaged as we explored the other's tight young body. And within
a few minutes I slid into my Sue again. We fucked in leisurely fashion
for half an hour before I sped up, she followed my rhythm, I ejaculated
and she clenched. And I impregnated my dear Sue once more.
In terms of the famous earth story of Eden, Sue and I are a real Adam
and Eve, never kicked out of paradise.
(end of Part 3 and end of story)
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(first posted 6/9/2010)