From
Cure to Sweet Corruption
by Sterling Chapter 1
It
was a stunning breakthrough. A cure for cancer! The scientists found it
by searching through the DNA sequences of millions of people, studying
thousands of genes. I don't know the details; I don't want to know.
After the basic discovery, what they needed to develop a practical
therapy was people with a very rare combination of genes that would
produce a protein that would cure the cancer.
They came up with
a test. Given a saliva sample, the lab could within a few weeks
determine whether a person had the magic set of genes or not. They set
up mobile stations at events frequented by the public, so volunteers
could easily get tested. Two people were identified that way, but they
needed a lot more. So they offered a $10,000 reward if you took the
test and it turned out you had the Right Stuff.
That was
incentive enough for me to stop by the station on the street corner
instead of walking by: a lottery with free tickets. And naturally,
because I am writing this, I was a winner. I produce factor
K374-trans-cys-34-oxy-blah-35. Right. We just call it K374.
So I
went into Mass General, gave some blood, and came out with $10,000.
Well, actually the fine print said I had to give blood three times, a
month apart. Then I got the money. It was convenient for me because I
lived right in Boston. But already by my second visit, the bigwigs in
the plush conference room told me that I held out hope for mankind, and
if I volunteered to help them I would surely earn a place in heaven.
They didn't use those words, but that was the gist of it. They also
offered me $200 a day for my troubles, and suggested they would need me
perhaps 40 days a year. $8,000 before taxes. It seemed fair.
But
I hated my day job as a telemarketer, and the $8,000 was hardly enough
to let me quit my job. I decided to try bargaining. I told them that I
might keep doing this for $100,000 a year. They were sorry, but policy
did not allow them to pay anywhere near that. I decided to call their
bluff, figuring I was a rare enough commodity that they wouldn't hold
it against me if decided later I really missed the extra income and was
willing to work on their terms.
The hospital's research program
ground to a halt, putting careers in jeopardy. Where there's a will,
there's a way, and they found an outside foundation willing to cough up
the money. $100K a year? Goodbye telemarketing!
But naturally
they wanted a fair amount of my time for that sum. They wanted urine
samples, stool samples, saliva samples, tissue samples, bone marrow
samples, and semen samples. After a few weeks, they decided the semen
samples were what they were most interested in. Well, those were more
fun to give than any of the others.
I was 25, single, and not
sure what I was going to do with my life. So I had time to sleep late,
surf the web, go out drinking, hang with friends, watch TV, and jerk
off to earn my living.
In the hospital, first I masturbated in a
small room and left the little plastic cup on the counter. Then they
moved me to a room with a small door in the wall. They asked me to push
the little plastic cup through the little door just as soon as
possible. I said fine. So after my orgasm was finished and I cleaned my
penis off, I passed the cup through the little door. The instant I
passed it through, I could hear quick scurrying around on the other
side of the wall. Next, they said they didn't mean to be indelicate,
but could I in fact provide it any faster? That is, minimize the time
between emission of the semen (their terminology) and passing the
sample to them?
Well, OK. So I jerked off standing up, right
next to the door, and as soon as the second spurt was in the cup, I put
the lid on and passed it through. But that still apparently was enough.
They brought in a new device. It was a little funnel connected to a
short tube leading through the wall. It had a constant mild suction.
They wanted me to ejaculate into the funnel. This wasn't so much fun
any more. I asked them what the heck was going on. They were evasive,
and when pressed said it was right in my contract that they didn't have
to tell me anything. I decided to hire a private investigator with some
of my $100,000 a year, and he had quite an easy time collecting the
info.
What they were discovering was that this precious K374 was
very tricky and unstable. It lasted longest in semen, but it still
didn't last long. The semen I put in the little funnel was being sucked
straight into the rectum of a terminally ill man or woman. No wonder
they didn't want to tell me. The idea was to get it in contact with the
patient's mucus membranes in seconds. They also tried sucking it right
into a woman's vagina. That worked even better, though still not all
that well. But then these test subjects were women in their 60s or 70s.
So next they had started with women in their 30s who had terminal
cancer, women whose reproductive systems were still up and running. I
joked to the PI that I could just fuck the woman outright instead of
pussyfooting around with tubes. Of course, a woman with advanced cancer
might not be such an appealing partner.
The private investigator
offered me a bit of free advice, which set me on my path. The
scientists had found only twelve people in the US who made K374, and
seven of them were women, who were just not very good at producing
semen. I had a huge amount of leverage if I chose to use it. I decided
to pay him to find out a little more. There were six other hospitals
that were salivating for the opportunity to work with a K374-producing
man just as soon as another could be found. Research ethics prohibited
any of them contacting me. I had been allocated to Mass General, and
that was that. But two of those other hospitals were also in Boston.
The PI suggested I contact a high-class agent, because there was a lot
of money in it. He found me Frank.
After Frank completed his
preliminary investigation, he met with me in person. I'll always
remember his broad smile. He said I could get as rich as I wanted. All
I had to do was open the bidding for my services and the cash would
pour in, some under the table and some legal. He was into the money,
because he was getting a cut. In no time we had offers of $5 million a
year. But Mass General won the bidding war to keep me, and I moved to a
luxurious townhouse on Beacon Hill, an easy walk away. So for a few
months I lived it up, had friends over, and blew lots of cash.
But
there was something unsatisfying about ejaculating into a little
plastic funnel, knowing that the semen was being whisked into a vagina.
I liked vaginas, and I liked the idea of ejaculating into them
directly. I told Frank, and he gave me a little smirk before
investigating the possibilities.
There were all sorts of legal
and ethical problems with a hospital letting a guy fuck the patients,
even for therapeutic purposes. But once more, where there's a will
there's a way. Many women facing a death sentence were willing to have
sex with a strange man to save their lives. Arrangements were made for
the hospital to look the other way. But I didn't want to fuck just any
fat dog or emaciated wizened old hag. According to the law,
discriminating on that basis was illegal, but since we were already
operating off the regulations, it wasn't that hard to get around that
obstacle too.
I could choose the candidates myself, looking at
nude pictures and videos prepared for that purpose. It amused me to
learn that it would mean a great deal to them if I agreed to meet only
half the women I selected, randomly chosen by them, since the others
were going to be in a control group. But that was fine. There are an
astonishing number of attractive young women with life-threatening
cancer diagnoses in New England!
I
was nervous meeting my first woman, Linda. I closed the door while an
aide stood guard against any interruptions. The woman was in a kind of
drab nightgown, sitting up on her hospital bed. She was as attractive
as her pictures promised, but the setting wasn't exactly romantic.
Neither of us really knew what to do. It seemed unlikely we were
supposed to kiss. Was I supposed to engage in foreplay? She smiled,
shrugged, looked sheepish, and then pulled up her nightgown, pulled
down her panties, and spread her legs apart. There's less motivation to
be coy when your life is at stake.
I took off my shoes, pants
and underpants, but left my shirt on -- if she wasn't going to be naked
from the waist up, I didn't see why I should be. Socially awkward or
not, there was a lovely young woman who wanted to be fucked, and my
body responded. She held her labia apart, and I slid my penis in. She
was kind of dry, but then this was business, not pleasure. I wasn't
trying to hold back, but under the circumstances it took me 30 seconds
to come. I allowed myself a little "Ahh", but more did not seem like
very good decorum. I mean, she's probably dying, and I'm going to
advertise just how much fun it was to fuck her? I pulled out. We smiled
at each other kind of guiltily. I got dressed. She thanked me, I said
she was welcome, and that was that.
So, I had scored. It wasn't
exactly thrilling, though. Frank reminded me that I could write my own
ticket. So they quickly created for me a plush bedroom on the top floor
of the hospital with a view of the Charles and Cambridge. We asked the
women to dress in something alluring, at least get themselves
lubricated before I arrived, and make me feel truly welcome.
The
women were very cooperative, not wanting to blow a chance at living
instead of dying. They were willing to do anything, but they usually
weren't good enough actresses to come across as if they really enjoyed
it. If a woman was just in it for her health, I would tend to mount her
from the rear and thrust away as long as my inner doggy wanted to
before extending my thrust way up inside her to come. I loved fucking
sexy women. To hell with her pleasure; I could be as quick as I wanted.
But
some women saw this as a mystical experience and were very much into it
sexually. If the chemistry felt right, I would make a little creative
move, and if she responded, we ended up making love. The doctors let me
do up to two women a day, but if I did more my precious K374 would get
too diluted. That was fine with me.
After six months,
preliminary results were very promising indeed. There was something
like 50% remission from metastasized cancers. Frank pointed out that I
now had it made. There were now millions of women in the country who
would do just about anything if I would only fuck them. He said we
should go into business on the side, so I cut back my schedule at Mass
General.
We set up our own requirements for pictures and videos, since I could now afford to be very picky indeed.
Naturally,
the ones I wanted most were young, often under 25. I called them
'girls', and not too surprisingly, not one gave me a feminist lecture
on why I should refer to them as 'women'. We rented a nice big house
out in Weston, and I happily gave up my Beacon Hill digs to live there.
One thing the hospital had provided was all those careful STD checks.
An immediate solution for our side business was to use a special condom
with a hole in the end. It would protect me from the girls, even if it
didn't protect the girls from me. With the alternative being a death
sentence, it was a risk they were willing to take. But we also took to
requiring STD tests and some pledge of celibacy in the recent past.
Girls with a fatal cancer diagnosis don't tend to sleep around much
anyway.
Frank started out suggesting a price: $30,000, he said.
It struck me as high, but but he explained that was the sort of price
you'd expect as a bare minimum for a high-probability life-saving
procedure, even if insurance didn't cover it. With cash rolling in, I
was ready to quit the work at the hospital, but Frank pointed out that
what would make the business really boom was a definitive controlled
study from the medical establishment, and my continued work there would
let them finish. When it did, the result was that getting a dose of
semen from me was 95% effective as a cure for a great many cancers, and
studies from the hospitals where the other guys were ejaculating
earnestly for science showed similar results. The potential was truly
unlimited.
What we were doing was strictly speaking illegal, if
construed as sex for money. So the money became a "suggested donation."
We could mix it up a little. I could take a few charity cases to show
it wasn't really a requirement. But we were flooded by so many
applications that instead of setting a price we accepted bids. A
multimillionaire whose beloved wife is dying of cancer will pay a
million easily to save her life. But of course she might not be all
that attractive. For some, the solution was for her to get in doggy
position in the total dark. I could look at some alluring porn to get
it up before going into the room, then find the pre-lubricated rear end
in the dark, shove into her from the rear, and do my best doggy-humping
-- a $1,000,000 fuck. We were pulling in huge amounts of dough.
Two
complications came up. We had our first pregnancy -- just because a
woman had cancer didn't mean she couldn't get pregnant. That raised
issues of child support, though I could afford a generous payment with
no noticeable effect on my finances.
The second was age.
Teenagers are some of the most attractive girls, of course. Eighteen
was our limit, but some girls sure seemed younger than that, and upon a
little discreet investigation it turned out that many parents were
fudging the ages of their daughters. Who could blame them? "So mom,
you're saying that I either let this random guy fuck me once, or else I
die? That's the choice? Well, duh!" But it still raised the matter of
statutory rape if others found out.
Frank suggested that these
issues could be avoided if we moved offshore. In time there would be
legislation protecting me, but in the short term it was best to move
beyond the reach of the law. So we did. We bought our own tiny
Caribbean island, just off Cuba and part of its territory. It was just
a short ferry ride away, and they were entirely happy to provide us
with military protection and legal cover in return for the generous
payments we offered.
What about the other men in the US with the
magic semen? They had found seven by that time. Two were wearing halos,
masturbating into little tubes to save the people the government
decided were most needy -- including men who got the semen anally. Two
did more or less what I did. One refused on grounds of morality, since
even masturbation was a sin. And two went back and forth, doing some
for charity and some for money in haphazard fashion. We all had far
more business than we could handle.
I
wonder how things would have developed if it was my blood that saved
lives instead of semen. Would I have been happy just accumulating large
piles of cash? I have fairly simple tastes, and quickly ran out of
luxuries I wanted to spend money on.
The fact that the vital
fluid was semen was the first in a series of steps along a road of
sexuality. 'Semen' implies sex -- it's part of what makes parents blush
when they give The Talk. The need to get it into a vagina very quickly
led naturally to intercourse. The huge demand and limited supply
naturally led to selection based on attractiveness. And once I was
looking for attractive sex partners, it was a small step to younger
relatives offering themselves as substitutes for the patients.
Ensconced
safely offshore, I could indulge my fantasies. I wanted gorgeous girls,
the younger the better. I wanted to be able to do just about anything
with them. And that first pregnancy got me to realize that I liked the
idea of fathering lots of children. Frank said we might as well tell
the prospective applicants what I wanted, and the applications changed
accordingly.
One of the happiest developments in proposals from
my point of view was the separation of the attractive woman from the
cancer patient. Most 55-year-old women are not particularly attractive,
and they'd have no chance at being selected. But if the woman's
stunning 25-year-old daughter offered herself for sex if I would cure
her 55-year-old mother -- well, that was something else entirely. I
happily agreed to save the mother by using the little plastic tube with
suction if I could have the 25-year-old in the flesh. And for the first
time men were eligible to receive treatment if they had attractive
women to offer, though the anal administration route was less effective.
Younger
girls were more attractive as surrogates, just as they were more
attractive as patients. Some of them were way younger than 18. But if
they showed well in the videos and I wanted them, I took them, without
asking many questions. Below a certain age no one could pretend a girl
was 18, so then the girls were offered to come visit me for a private
"conversation." I accepted a few, and the conversation often turned
very intimate indeed. You know how child abusers tell their victims
that if they don't cooperate, their parents will die? Here it was the
honest truth.
Daughters were a rich source of surrogates, but
far from the only ones. It's been a pattern for decades that young and
popular people who get cancer inspire others to do fundraising to help
them get their treatment money. Now instead of raising money they
recruited attractive young women, and combined them into a package they
hoped I'd accept. It was sometimes a matter for negotiation. My staff
would indicate that we almost had a deal, but they needed to add one
more person, or a little more money.
These girls were not making
one-night stands. First, they had to fit into my busy schedule. They
flew in, took the ferry over, and spent a couple weeks in a quarantine
facility to make sure they were clean -- no more condoms with holes for
me! And I wanted the opportunity to have them around for a few weeks.
Once they had passed quarantine, each girl got her own room. Then they would wait.
By
arrangement, I went into Alicia's room and shut the door behind me. She
was as gorgeous as the video indicated. Black hair, brown eyes,
oriental. She was sitting nervously in a chair, legs crossed and hands
folded. I asked how the flight and quarantine had been. She started
telling me, and got the feeling she would have gone on indefinitely
because she was dreading what came next. I held up my hand to stop her.
I
couldn't quite say why, but I didn't like her, though I found her very
sexy. I gave her my sweetest smile, and was surprised to hear myself
say, "OK, you've got 30 seconds to get all your clothes off or your
mother's dead."
She looked startled, but immediately starting
taking everything off, first her blouse, then a shoe there, a sock
there, her bra flying across the room one way, her panties the other.
"Come
here, sit on my lap," I said. "No, not that way, facing me. One leg on
each side." She did, but with a sort of dull distaste on her face. It
was hard to imagine kissing someone like that, but I ran my fingers all
over her breasts, her back, between her legs. My penis started bulging
uncomfortably in my pants.
"Lie on the bed, legs wide apart."
She
did, but then looked toward the wall, as if she was preparing for an
unpleasant operation. I slid out of my clothes, and my penis was much
happier with the freedom to rise to its accustomed size without
constraint. Then I got out my heavy duty vibrator, and held it right at
her upper labia where her clitoris was hiding beneath its hood and
turned it on. This was a moment of truth. Girls didn't expect this. She
quickly started getting lubricated, which I could tell with the finger
I was gently pushing in and out of her. But even as a minute went by,
she was clearly fighting any pleasure. Well, fuck her! I realized with
a smile that both meanings applied.
I put the vibrator aside,
raised myself above her, and slid in. I pounded for a good long while.
I didn't actually enjoy having power over her, did I? I wasn't quite
that mean? I decided I could ponder that later. In the meantime, she
was mine, she was ready, and I settled into my final approach, at the
end giving ten deep, hard jabs and shooting her full of semen.
Eleanor
was another story. When I went to her room, she was sitting on the bed
with her legs apart a little, and she gave me a bashful smile.
I
sat beside her on the bed, also smiled, and began moving my hands all
over her, starting with face and neck and back, but progressing to
breasts and thighs. I started taking off her blouse, then bra. Her
jeans she had to do herself while I stripped naked. She was stealing
glances at my hardening penis. I pushed her back on the bed and kissed
her lips, then her breasts, and moved my hand between her legs, where
we both knew I was headed. After a little massaging I could slide my
finger into her vagina, which was wet enough. So I lifted myself up
above her and moved the tip of my penis to its primal goal.
As I
slid in, she gave a little gasp. I started pumping her and was
delighted to see her responding with pleasure. But my loins wanted to
finish, to ejaculate up inside this eager gorgeous young thing, so I
did, with a flurry of strokes and a big "Yes!" And after a few seconds
I pulled out.
I felt a little guilty that she hadn't come. I
wasn't up for being a patient lover right then, but I had shortcuts. I
found the vibrator. After a puzzled look, she gave a big smile, and I
pressed it between her legs. I felt her relax, but then she started
tensing with excitement. She smiled at me, but then got lost in her own
pleasure. After a few minutes she started moaning and straining against
the vibrator, and then finally yelped and shuddered. Chest heaving, she
looked at me with a big smile.
My penis had risen again. I
turned her on her side, away from me. Lying behind her, I dove into her
totally welcoming vagina from the rear. I thrust urgently for maybe a
minute and then spurted inside her again.
But encounters in
bedrooms of the sort I had with Alicia and Eleanor were just the very
beginning. The possibilities for pleasure were far more expansive.
I
woke in the middle of the night to the sound of the breeze in the
trees, and to a wonderful warm sensation on my penis. I looked down and
saw Jessica's head bent over it, with her hair flowing luxuriantly over
my skin on all sides. She was good, and within a few seconds I thrust
my pelvis up a little as I came inside her mouth. The pleasure was
intense, quite high up there on the scale for a connoisseur of orgasms,
and bathing in it I fell back to sleep.
As the dawn came I found
myself spooned against the back of some girl -- I hadn't gotten her
name down yet, but she was very sexy. I nuzzled against the back of her
neck and felt her stir. Then I put my hand up over her arm to land on
her dainty little breasts, still not grown to full size. She woke up
and started turning to face me with an adoring smile, but I gently
pushed her head back down.
As I stroked my fingers around the
top nipple a few times my erection rapidly hardened. I moved my hand
down between her legs, and she raised the top leg in the air. I felt
the soft hair and her damp labial crack. I spread her labia with that
one hand as my penis slid up inside her. I just lazily stroked back and
forth inside her for a few minutes, but then sped up some and thrust
deep inside her as I came. After a minute I gently pushed her away and
she left. Abby appeared with a warm cloth to gently clean off my penis.
I
remembered who I had been dreaming of, and whispered, "Nancy, to the
grove, skirt only, bend over." I liked to enjoy the quiet in the grove,
and communicated with the girls by whispering into a headset microphone
that transmitted to their earpieces. They knew to be quiet unless
invited to speak.
I continued with, "Mary, pee time." Mary was
resting under my bed in a narrow space. I turned a little further on my
side so my flaccid penis was pointing a little down to the side of the
bed. Mary's hands from beneath the bed aimed my tip loosely into an
elegant jar. I let loose my morning urination. When I was done, she got
up gracefully and walked over to the outdoor sink and emptied it.
I
made another whispered command. "Joellen, come kiss me." Joellen was
dozing naked right nearby and she slowly and sleepily came over, and
after giving me a look of deep affection knelt beside me and moved her
face in towards mine. She was actually 14, but if you saw her you'd
think she was much younger -- she was destined to be a tiny woman, and
she showed no signs of puberty yet. In response to her delightful
kisses, I put out my arm to stroke and squeeze her small butt.
"Mary,
blue shirt, sandals." After a last few kisses with Joellen and looking
at her gorgeous sleepy little face, I sat up. As I stretched my arms
out, Mary put the blue shirt on me. I swung my legs to the side of the
bed and slid my feet into the sandals she had positioned just so, then
got up and stretched.
There were half a dozen girls around the
grove waiting to cater to me, all naked, all gorgeous. The sun was just
rising over the ocean.
Nancy had been some distance away, and
now she entered the grove, casting an adoring glance on me while she
curtseyed, then bent over the moss-covered log. I looked at her perfect
breasts hanging down just a little and the sexy pink skirt she had on,
and my penis rose. I sidled up behind her and reached over to hold both
breasts, then moved my hands up onto her shoulders and down her narrow
naked waist to her hips, covered by the skirt. I flipped the skirt up
and poked my penis against her butt. Her gentle hand was there
instantly, pointing me right at her labia. I thrust up in one great
motion, the tip of my penis far up inside her. She had the sort of
vagina that felt so good, like slick velvet, that it called for the
deepest surge into her depths and no delay in finishing the act. The
glow spread. I withdrew most of the way and thrust up once more. My
loins felt golden fire. I withdrew and strained in all the way and felt
myself spurt three times, the fire of ecstasy spreading throughout my
body, then subsiding to embers. I stayed pressed with my loins against
her butt while I regained my balance after the orgasm. Then I had her
stand up and turn around, and I kissed her lovely face while she looked
at me with pure love. After a few seconds I indicated we were through.
She dropped to her knees, fingered my testicles and gave my penis a gentle kiss, then rose and walked away. What a nice touch!
I
reclined in the luxurious lounge chair and whispered, "Orange juice,
fresh fruit by Joellen, omelette." I heard scurrying, slicing and
squelching noises. One minute later, Joellen appeared with a glass full
of the orange juice they had just squeezed and handed it to me. I
drained it. She straddled me, her weight resting on my hips, her legs
spread wide, and smiled earnestly. I adored seeing her immature labia
open. She was offering me her tender innards if I wanted them, which I
appreciated, but I'd never hurt an undeveloped girl that way.
She
first put a fresh strawberry in my mouth, and after I had savored and
swallowed that, a cantaloupe ball, then a cube of fresh pear, a slice
of banana, a peeled grape, on and on.
After a little, I
whispered, "Jessica, come straddle me and hump quick until you come."
Jessica presently appeared naked and curtseyed.
To give her
room, Joellen had to move forward. She rose so her weight was on her
knees, one on either side of me. I appreciated her whole naked little
girl body, though I stared at the especially alluring smooth and demure
labia which were right in front of my face. She noticed, laughed at my
appreciation, and wiggled her hips back and forth briefly.
Jessica
appeared and lowered herself onto me, engulfing my penis inside her hot
vagina, and then started vigorously moving up and down. While Joellen
put a mango ball in my mouth, I gently traced the outlines of her labia
with my fingers. Jessica's labia had looked like this just a few years
earlier, and Joellen would soon become mature so her vagina could
engulf my penis in the same sort of fantastic embrace Jessica's was
giving it right then. Jessica was gazing at me adoringly over Joellen's
shoulder, and getting a more intense expression as she kept moving up
and down fast. She cried out with orgasm, and I came at the same time,
lifting her a few inches in the air as I strained up inside her. She
kept our loins pressed together, engulfing me, leaning on Joellen's
shoulders and looking at me with a post-orgasmic smile of loving
satisfaction.
When I had been adored enough, I looked at Jessica
and made a little motion with my hand. She instantly rose, but before
she left fondled my testicles and kissed my penis gently.
I
heard the sizzling noise, motioned to Joellen that I'd had enough
fruit, and had her lie down on top of me, her head on my chest. I
looked with pleasure on her body trailing away to her dainty feet,
smooth thin legs covering man legs. The top of her pubic bone rested
gently on my penis, and she shifted back and forth a few times until
the softened organ rested casually against her labia.
Abby
appeared with the omelette and fed me, one forkful at a time. Fluffy
egg, crisped just right, sauteed onions, mushrooms, peppers, and
Gruyere cheese, just the way I liked it.
When I was finished I
whispered, "OK, everyone in the grove, clear out." Joellen got up off
me, and she and all the others in turn curtseyed briefly, eyes downcast
shyly, and headed off out of the grove single file, all naked.
Another
dry 80-degree clear day. I sat alone looking down through the trees to
the sparkling water for some time. I remembered to be thankful. I had
it pretty good.
Each
of the girls and women listened to my whispered commands and carried
out the ones that pertained to her. It wasn't a matter of fulfilling a
duty or fear of consequences. Each of them was in love with me, and
could think of nothing more important in the world than doing whatever
she could to make me happy. This state of affairs was initially
accomplished with drugs.
After we set up on the island, I had
been getting plenty of sex with gorgeous girls, but they approached it
with a certain reserve, a certain calculating quality. I told Frank it
would be great if these girls could really want sex with me. With the enormous riches at our disposal, Frank gave out some research grants.
It
is amazing how many promising drugs are abandoned due to unusual side
effects. Development of the key drug had been abandoned when
life-threatening side effects occurred in about 3% of people. But our
hired team of offshore researchers, with looser ethical restrictions on
experiments involving humans, could take some shortcuts. Women who
would otherwise die of cancer were quite happy to sign a waiver form
for this experimental drug. We were fortunate that none died, and we
found a companion drug that eliminated the risk. When administered with
a third, standard drug, we got the effect we wanted.
After the
first large doses, the recipient becomes imprinted on whoever is with
them and feels enormous love for that person. Privately I dubbed it
"Luffox" (pronounced "love fucks"). So I would of course arrange to be
with them when they took this first dose. The effect lasts as long as
they take the drug. I also had the girls take a few other drugs that
kept them lubricated to some extent all the time and that increased
their sexual appetite.
Such ideal playmates also improved my
performance, and the more spectacular sex I had, the more my body
revved up its sexual capabilities. But Frank also found a drug for me,
too. I can get an erection any time and maintain it indefinitely, and
have as many orgasms as I want in a day, given at least a minute of
downtime between them. It also increases my sexual desire, which was
already pretty high. I spend a lot of time having sex.
Our
procedure evolved over the years. From the very beginning we had the
girls come to quarantine, and then I would meet them and have my way
with them. Assuming they did their part, the patient could fly in.
Occasionally she was worth making love to, but for most I used the
little tube. She was on the other side of a wall and I never had to
interact with her as a person at all.
From the very beginning
the girls had to be willing to stay for the quarantine period and a few
more days while I enjoyed them sexually. But I wanted to father
children, and many applicants knew this and agreed to it. They agreed
to stay a few months. We tracked their cycles, and on those days when
the vaginal mucus was just right, I would conserve my semen and inject
them with a dose suitable to impregnate them. My sperm is high quality
and it doesn't take much.
Under the influence of the Luffox, a
number of girls who hadn't signed up to have my baby decided they
wanted to anyway, or at least decided to stop using any contraceptive
method.
Prospective patients and their nubile surrogates were of
course intensely interested in how things had gone for earlier girls.
Feedback was favorable. My attentions involved no cruelty or physical
pain and a considerable measure of respect. There was also recreation
-- we were on a gorgeous Caribbean island. All considered, a few months
for saving mama's life was acceptable to a great many.
Then the
drugs came along, and the reports were glowing. They stopped taking
Luffox before they left, and at home their attachment to me lessened,
but they still remembered me very fondly and had good memories of a few
months of mild euphoria. More and more applicants were willing to sign
up for six months.
After
my little morning routine in the grove, I started out for a jog. There
are many indoor rooms in our complex, but because the weather is so
nice there are also rooms with just a roof. And for a couple miles
along the beach is a covered boardwalk, my favorite jogging route.
As
I jogged along, any girl I encountered curtseyed. I hadn't gone far
when I spotted Lisa. She had gotten up from where she was sitting so
fast that as she curtseyed, she stumbled. Lisa was a goddess, probably
15. She was maybe 5'2" and slender, with smallish breasts and not too
much in the way of hips. But her skin was perfect, her face was that of
an angel, and her long blond hair stunning. Her body had just emerged
into its full sexuality. She had been diagnosed with a cancer, early
stage but deadly, so the first time I entered her I took her virginity
and saved her life at the same time. She loved me for that, and she
also had an open-minded and lively sexuality. Now that the drug had
taken effect, her adoration possessed her.
The adoration of such
a gorgeous creature made me smile, and I decided to interrupt my jog. I
licked my lips and smiled at her, and she shuddered with excitement as
she awaited my command.
Many of the posts holding up the walkway
roof had little seats on them, where a girl could sit with her legs
apart, at just the right height, and I could enter her while standing
up. I had her sit in one on the water side, so I could take in the view
of the gentle surf behind her adorable face. I massaged her labia a
little, but it was clear she was all ready. As soon as I had caught my
breath from the jog, I gently slid into her. The mix of love and
pleasure in her face was quite special. I thrust at a moderate pace, my
pleasure glowing with every back and forth in her perfect vagina. She
was on the verge, so I sped up a little and she came, her eyes only
shutting at the very peak of her orgasm. She shrieked.
But I
didn't come right away. I slowed way down, doing a full in and out once
every fifteen seconds or so. But after five minutes of that she was
getting excited again, and once again I sped up and she came again.
This time she clutched my shoulders to keep her balance. I then went
into high gear, with urgent deep surges, over and over, trying to get
all the way to her ovaries, it seemed. I let my own orgasm build slowly
before finally letting it erupt. She came a third time, and then
fainted in my arms, my penis still up inside her. I lifted the beauty,
keeping her impaled, and walked a few steps to the beach. There I knelt
and lifted her off my phallus and laid her on her back, keeping her
tender parts above the level of the sand.
She looked so
alluring, even passed out, that my penis had barely slid out of her
than I slid it back in, thrust ten times and ejaculated up inside her
once again. She revived just in time to feel me straining deep into her
and gasping. I told the smiling girl to report to the grove that night
at 11. She was special.
Jay and Kay were walking down the beach
several yards away, chatting. I whispered and they both stopped and
smiled at me before looking away, then in accord with my request spread
their legs and started massaging themselves. Within a minute they each
came, standing up, shuddering. I whispered again and they gave me a
smile and a wave before returning to their walk, staggering a little at
first.
I didn't have many males on my island, but I did have a
few. They went around covered up. Their genitals were not to be exposed
without my permission. Most of the girls went naked most of the time.
But there was one exception. The girls who had agreed to try to have my
baby tracked their cycles. When their vaginal mucus got to that light
sticky consistency that indicated fertility, they got to wear little
pink skirts. Some admitted that they were tempted to wear a skirt when
it wasn't time, though to my knowledge none ever did.
As I
strolled along the boardwalk, cooling down from my jog, I saw Beth with
a pink skirt on. Beth had already been here four months but hadn't
conceived. This was the last time I would try to impregnate her. I
mused that maybe if I let her take the active role, her body would
instinctively know some special secret it needed to get pregnant. So I
lay on my back on the sand, and had her straddle me and told her to let
loose and do what felt best. She moved up and down vigorously,
regarding me with her loving smile, and then she started going way up
so I was just barely in her, then zooming down to engulf me completely
and grind our pubic bones together. She did that twenty times, and
ended with a gut-wrenching orgasm. I went with her, and shot my little
pulses of semen up into her. She left the next morning, but I found out
later that she had gotten pregnant.
One
of my whims was a large wheel somewhat like a child's merry-go-round.
There were twelve slots that girls could position themselves in with
their vaginal openings near the edge.
This day I got twelve to
occupy it, each with her butt up in the air, in doggy position. And
each was told to massage herself until she was very excited. I then
thrust into one girl from the rear, just a few strokes, then pulled
out, rotated the wheel one place, and thrust into the next girl, thrust
a few times and then pulled out.
Sue came on my second stroke.
Michelle didn't come even with three strong inward strokes. Nancy
didn't either. She had a somewhat short vagina, so when I pressed in
far it made a deep bump. It was an interesting variation.
Here
Lisa was again. I entered her and she came immediately, squeezing my
penis as she did. I went into overdrive, thrusting furiously ten times
until I grunted and spurted deep inside her. By getting me to come
inside her, she won that round of roulette.
While my organ
rested, I spun the wheel around another time, this time using my finger
to explore each vagina in turn. After one revolution my penis was up
again, so this time I started with Lisa, and kept going. I never tire
of the thrill of seeing a nubile girl presenting her vagina to me. I
almost came in Michelle, my penis twitching a little, but I held back
and lunged into Nancy, spurting just as I got in. Ah, roulette!
I
do take a few hours off from sex every day -- some days many hours. I
read some real physical books, catch up on email, and surf the web
some. I meet with Frank to discuss business sometimes.
Sometimes
I even eat alone, for instance savoring a gourmet scallop dish without
any sexual distractions, along with the four elegant vegetable courses
and dessert.
Perhaps it was a little mean of me, but I slipped
Frank a low dose of Luffox. I wasn't interested in him sexually, and he
was hetero too, but this got his true devotion at an emotional level.
In fact, not long after I first drugged him, he with guilt and grief
confessed to a scheme where he was skimming off 30% more than we had
agreed to. I forgave him if he was willing to work for half the agreed
amount, and he accepted my offer with relief and devotion.
Later
that afternoon I decided to swim some laps in the warm ocean. There
were two docks that stuck out into the water, thirty or so yards apart,
with ladders over the sides that faced each other. I whispered a few
commands as I was getting ready, and in short order Joellen was on the
ladder on one dock, and Naomi on the facing one. I started heading
towards Naomi, who was in the water up to her neck. I dove under the
water to approach her, and her full breasts, full hips, and luxuriant
growth of dark pubic hair took shape in front of me through the clear
tropical water. I caressed her breast gently as I turned around, then
kicked gently off her pubic bone to head the other way. My reward for
thirty yards of swimming was Joellen's immature body -- showing no
breasts, hips, or pubic hair as I approached underwater. I bobbed to
the surface. She was smiling at me lovingly, and I gave her a gentle
five-second kiss, then pushed gently off her chest and headed back to
Naomi. I swam naked, and by now I had an erection. The drag from the
protrusion surely slowed me down, but speed wasn't my goal.
This
time I stopped at Naomi and ran my hands all over her breasts and
kissed her beaming hungry face as my body settled into the vertical
position. I had her spread her labia and I thrust into her lazily a few
times, before pulling out and heading back to Joellen. When I got to
her I started floating on my back, sideways to the dock, and Joellen
eagerly reached over to fondle my penis. On her own initiative, she
took the tip in her mouth and started licking in a way that brought me
great pleasure.
But I turned around and swam back to Naomi.
Beside the ladder was a little seat that was just an inch or two below
the water level. I lifted Naomi onto it so her crotch came partly out
into the air, water streaming down from her pubic hair. Holding myself
half out of the water using handles on the side of the seat, I thrust
into her and decided to keep going. My penis disappeared into her body
right at water level, and the urgent in and out made interesting swirls
and splashes. This was a good old-fashioned primal fuck, and I
convulsed inside her as I came. I rolled off and floated on my back a
little. She let herself down into the water again and tentatively
patted my softening penis.
After catching my breath I swam back
to Joellen. This time I turned onto my back and pulled the small girl
on top of me so she was resting on my chest, both of us face up. I held
her with one hand on her chest and the other between her legs, and I
kicked us lazily over to Naomi, a girl-fondling backstroke. My penis
had risen again and poked Joellen's thigh. Sensing it, she pointed it
right between her legs and turned her head to grin at me. I thrust a
little, pushing my tip against her labia, but it was symbolic.
I
kicked out of the warm water onto a foam-padded portion of the dock and
lay on my back. I had Joellen lie face-down on top of me so I could
kiss her while stroking her back and her butt. But Naomi was lower
down, stroking the underside of my penis expertly with her tongue,
while the top side nuzzled against Joellen's tender girl parts. She
then pressed the tip between Joellen's labia, while rapidly tonguing
the underside of my tip. I thrust gently with excitement, and pressed
the girl's labia inward as I delivered my sperm within her folds. I
like to think some shot into her vagina. Joellen watched me with an
intent smile as she felt my sexual pleasure build and gave a big grin
and wiggled her pelvis when she felt the sticky semen surge out of me
to squelch in her private parts.
I rested a few minutes before dismissing the two of them, then swam some real aerobic laps.
I
might have a hundred girls at a time, and I didn't get to all of them
in one day. I encouraged any who were feeling sexually unsatisfied to
visit one of the men -- but never on a pink-skirt day. That day I had
given permission for 30 of my girls to go visit the men, and six horny
girls took advantage of the opportunity to get laid.
That day I
wandered through where Bill was lunging into Cathy. I told him to come
soon, but pull out at the last moment. So I saw him thrust intensely
and fast, then slow down just a little, then whip his penis out, so he
spurted onto Cathy's stomach. On a whim, I pushed him aside gently, and
mounted Cathy myself. But unlike Bill, I didn't miss -- I spurted
inside her. She came too.
I had quite a few cancer patients to
cure by way of the little tube, and I decided very early on that I
didn't have to masturbate all by myself. That day I got Kathleen to
stand against the wall with her legs apart, right above where the
little tube went into the wall. She stroked my penis in a very alluring
way, and then invited me up inside her, where I thrust happily. When I
was just about to come, I pulled out and put my penis against the
little funnel in the wall and spurted my cure through the tube into the
grateful patient.
I assembled a half dozen girls in an inside
room for a modified game of "pin the tail on the donkey." This was "pin
the penis into the pussy," so to speak. I was blindfolded, naked, and
horny as I groped around the room. When I found a girl, I would quickly
orient myself to the one part of her that craved a visit from my penis,
and thrust in her deep and come.
I whispered into my little
microphone and got the lithe Elaine to join me at dusk, knowing she was
wearing a pink skirt. Her job was to run away; mine to chase her. She
was fast, and when I gained on her she dodged around behind trees. This
happened twice before at last I got a good hold on her wrist. I pulled
her in towards me and wrestled her stomach-down onto a mossy spot,
while I covered her back. Although I was nearly out of breath, the urge
to reproduce was strong. I immediately turned her onto her back,
flipped up her skirt, forced her legs apart, and pushed my penis right
into her vagina, deep and fast, and spurted deep, thinking of the baby
she would have. She had maintained a solemn air as I overcame her
pretend resistance, but once the mating was complete, she smiled. I
then collapsed onto her for a minute, letting her soft femininity labor
under my weight before I rolled to the side. We lay there for ten
minutes as I clutched her to me.
She kissed me tentatively, and
was delighted when I reciprocated as my penis rose again. Maybe the
first batch wasn't enough for a baby and I should give her another dose
to be sure. She was ecstatic to guide me into her again, and we had a
lazy time of rocking back and forth to slide me in and out. But she
needed daddy-stuff, so at the end I grasped her butt hard and pushed in
as deep as I could go, carefully depositing those potent sticky blobs
right on her cervix.
That
evening I had dinner with a dozen girls in one of our luxurious dining
rooms with roof but no walls, constructed so the warm evening breezes
could caress us. One after another the naked girls came up to me,
curtseyed, and put a little gourmet morsel in my mouth, and then they
cycled around. Four of them sang for me in harmony. But just as they
were going into the second piece I stopped them. The high soprano Kate
had both a very sweet voice and a pink skirt, so I pushed her back on a
sofa and pounded into her for a minute before giving her a dose of my
daddy stuff. While I was doing that, the other three giggled their way
through a lusty trio.
When the quartet resumed, the streak of
semen running down Kate's leg below the hem of her pink skirt was to my
eye a lusty fifth part to the harmony.
During dessert I lay back
in a recliner and had Gillian straddle me, engulfing my penis. On her
own initiative, she pulled out so far each time that only her inner
labia were still in contact with my tip. The other girls put little
morsels of fruit with chocolate fondue in my mouth. Gillian's satiny
vaginal penis massage was wonderful, but as my climax approached I
wanted my penis tip to stay well inside her at all times, to convince
my primal self that no semen would risk being wasted outside her body.
I had her speed up and felt my orgasm very slowly reach the point of
inevitability. I made a point of being aware of the other naked girls
watching us with approving smiles, the dark chocolate, the strawberry,
Gillian's breasts and ecstatic face, and of course the satiny vagina as
my penis swelled to its maximum size and spurted. I vowed to remember
forever the pure pleasure arising from the combination of all of those
things.
As I lay down to sleep in the grove, Lisa joined me. I
had her rough and fast just as she arrived, then after a minute's rest
in more sleepy, leisurely fashion and drifted off just as my orgasm was
subsiding. But I let her stay all night. I poked into her and came four
more times.
So
thousands of people are eternally grateful to me for saving their
lives. Many of them have a beloved son or daughter of mine -- more
often grandson or granddaughter -- as a joyful reminder. A life
restored and a life created. A few give their babies up for adoption,
but most keep them.
Three of my sons have K374 detectable in
their saliva, and the world will be their oyster as soon as they are
old enough to produce semen. I did consent to try to mix genes with
several women who make K374. Visiting me on my island, two were pretty
nice looking and I had sex with them the normal way. Three I did from
the rear in the dark. The others got sperm through the little tube,
though not for the purpose of curing cancer. Many came back several
times. There have been four babies, but the only K374 producer so far
is a daughter.
I figure I have many good years left, and as long
as I can, I'll spend them on my island, saving lives while satisfying
my sexual desires in ways I wouldn't have dreamed of ten years ago.