Brenda
gave birth to a baby girl. After they checked her vitals, cleaned her
up, and cut the cord, there was one more job to do. It was important,
and Brenda's husband Carl was out of town on truly vital business. The
midwives snagged an orderly going down the hall, and asked if he would
do the honors for this baby. His name was John, he said sure, so he
came in. He pulled his limp penis out of his trousers.
"Anyone going to get me going here?" he said.
No one expected the exhausted Brenda would even think about it.
The junior midwife Claire said "Sure." She knelt down and took his penis in her mouth and started licking it.
John
ran his hands through her hair. After thirty seconds or so he said,
"OK, thanks honey." The baby girl was placed on Brenda's stomach,
diaper off. John leaned over and took his now-hard penis in his hand.
He gave himself maybe twenty strokes, and then came with an "Mmmm." The
first bit of semen spurted right onto the infant's labia, and the
bigger blob plopped onto Brenda.
"Good aim!" said the senior midwife.
John panted, "Thanks. Any time."
The
junior midwife was ready instantly with an oversized eye dropper to
suck up the semen, then insert the dropper into the girl's vagina and
squirt it in. It was a good amount to start her off in life. John
composed himself and returned to his paying job.
Brenda named
her baby Bristol. The next day mother and baby came home from the
hospital to her other children, her five-year-old son Keith and
two-year-old daughter Jennie, under the care of her nanny Trinka.
Felix
was the man next door, in his 40s and married with two sons, and he
often came over in the evening when Carl was away. He thought he had
enough semen to handle the expanded family. In the bedroom with mother
and baby on the bed and Jennie snuggled beside her mom, Felix stripped
naked. So did Trinka. Brenda did her best to soothe a squirming and
fussy Bristol, and also took off her diaper. Then Jennie stripped too,
and her mother said, "You'll have to wait your turn, sweetie."
Trinka
kissed Felix and ran her hands over him. Felix sucked on Trinka's
nipple a little, and massaged between Trinka's legs. By then his penis
was hard. Felix knelt on the bed on one side of Brenda's legs, with
Trinka on the other. Trinka took Felix in her mouth and started licking.
"Not in her mouth, OK?" said Brenda. "We want it pure."
Felix
nodded. He didn't get oral sex that much, but he probably would for a
while now. Trinka was good, and he felt his pleasure building. He held
her head in his hands, and at the last moment he pulled her head off
and he grasped his penis as it sprang free. One blob of semen landed on
Brenda's belly, and the other started sliding down her hip. Trinka saw
the danger that the precious stuff might end up absorbed in fabric and
was on it instantly with the eyedropper-like 'weenis', which she then
deftly slid into Bristol's vagina and squirted. Meanwhile Felix grabbed
his penis tight at the base and slid his hand up to the tip, forcing
the last little bit of sperm out. Trinka sucked it all up with the
weenis and deposited it in Bristol's baby female innards in two
squirts. She stopped fussing.
Now everyone relaxed. Felix's penis softened, and they all chatted about the delivery. Brenda put Bristol's diaper back on.
After
a couple minutes Trinka idly took Felix's penis in her hand and stroked
it gradually back to life. Brenda said "You're next, Jennie. Go pee
first, OK?" The two-year-old delayed, spreading her legs and fondling
herself as she watched Felix's penis grow. "I mean it!" said Brenda, so
Jennie trotted off to pee in her potty. Then she raced back and lay on
the bed beside her mother, on her back, legs spread wide, smiling.
There were still a few drops of pee, but there was going to be a lot
more fluid in the area shortly.
As Trinka got Felix's penis
hard, Felix stroked Jennie between the legs, and could see the
lubrication starting to ooze out. He leaned over Jennie and slid his
adult cock into her young but far-from-virginal pussy easily. He was
thinking of Trinka, mostly, but Jennie's vagina was hot, wet and firm,
and in about thirty seconds he came, leaving a few pulses of semen
inside her, then pulled out. Jennie gave a little shudder and smile
when Felix came, and then she grabbed her legs under her knees and
pulled up, so the semen wouldn't run out right away. But after the
requisite two minutes Brenda had Trinka put Jennie to bed, then chatted
further with Felix.
The five-year-old Keith wandered through,
but wandered back out again to his play. Now Trinka and Felix retired
to her room with the door shut. This was what he was really looking
forward to most. He massaged between Trinka's legs, a little longer
than required, so the lubrication was definitely oozing out and onto
the sheets. Felix rose above her and appreciated the lithe 23-year-old,
then buried his penis between her legs. She appreciated his masculinity
and smiled at him. She really wanted this. He pumped her with good
strong strokes, faster at times, slower at others when he wanted to
keep from coming too soon, but then faster and deeper and lunged up
inside her as he gave her a couple good strong spurts. She moaned and
let out an "Aaah!" when the first pulse of his semen reacted with her
vaginal walls. He let himself down onto her chest, and she hugged his
back. But after a couple minutes of afterglow she had to be up and
getting Keith to bed, so Felix dressed, wished Brenda goodnight, and
returned to his house.
Carl returned home the next day, and he
returned to his role as primary provider of semen for daughter -- two
daughters now -- and nanny. His wife needed it too, as part of the
marital bond.
Excerpted from Genetic Performance Art, published 2315.
In
the early 2200s there was little personal liberty and communication was
restricted. This allowed the social planning elite to perform genetic
experiments at the level of societies, changing the genes slightly and
seeing what happened not with the individuals but with the society
populated with such individuals. By that time humanity was expanding to
several different planets, and including the different continents and
islands on each planet there were a variety of new lands to be seeded
to create new societies. The scientists could experiment with a single
isolated human society rather than the whole of humanity.
Ethical
standards in that era were far lower than today and far lower than they
had been around the turn of the millennium. A minority in that era
argued for experiments that could benefit humanity at the expense of
freedom and independence for experimental subjects. But only in the
2200s was it acceptable to perform such experiments not for a concrete
benefit to humanity, but in the name of art. Albrecht Smith was the
unquestioned master in sexual performance art. His manipulations
changed human sexuality in major or minor ways, and he had a knack for
knowing what manipulations would lead to interesting developments.
A
substantial segment of today's society feels that due to the horrible
ethical violations his work entailed, accounts of the results of
Albrecht's experiments should be suppressed, if not totally destroyed.
We stand with the majority who hold that we should learn and draw
inspiration from all parts of our history, however repugnant we may
find the morality that allowed such developments.
In this
installation, Smith created females who needed semen in their vaginas
regularly to stay happy and energized. If they missed a few days, they
got moody and unhappy, and by a week they were seriously depressed and
lethargic and would remain that way until they got some semen again. He
enhanced men's performance so they could produce plenty of semen.
One
other change was that he eliminated women's orgasms. They found the
sensations of sex mildly pleasant but there was no climax they were
driven towards, and no letdown if the sex was quick. But they felt a
rush when the semen touched their vaginas. Semen delivered deep inside
straight from a penis was best, but delivery by an oversized eyedropper
(universally known as a "weenis") within seconds was better than
nothing. Semen more than sixty seconds old did them no good at all.
Every
girl growing up got a small dose of a drug concoction via weenis daily.
For the infants, it stretched their vaginas to comfortably accommodate
an adult penis by about one year of age. Not all felt comfortable
getting stuffed with a penis right away, but by the age of two every
girl had gotten over the hump and loved getting the male fluid shot
directly into her vagina. Getting the drug intra-vaginally continued
throughout childhood as a part of their daily routine, like brushing
teeth. Big girls did it themselves. In big girls the main effect was to
keep her constantly lubricated, something men could count on.
For
girls up to their mid-20s, peak vitality and alertness and performance
in all things were achieved when she got semen three times a day from
three different men, but that was a luxury. One full ejaculation a day
was usually good enough for a happy life. But girls varied, and younger
girls were prone to unpredictably getting lethargic, a condition
remedied by semen. Because of the pleasure and the association with
vitality, girls rarely refused a chance for sex. Gradually in their 20s
young women no longer reacted to semen by vitality and alertness, but
they still experienced the pleasure. Smith didn't change boys at all,
and they were mostly bored by all the sex going on around them,
sometimes feeling a little left out.
Country
Hill was a high-end preschool, and one thing they offered prospective
little girls was semen from two different men delivered daily by sexual
intercourse, deep in their vaginas where it helped most. It might not
make much difference in their long-term development to get these two
additional doses in addition to what they got at home, but parents who
wanted every possible advantage for their daughters considered it a
plus -- and the girls were all in favor. Bill applied for the job and
was hired on probation. The main qualification was actually being able
to have intercourse with ten little girls and ejaculate inside each of
them. Most men could service a little girl, though they were often
helped along by fantasizing about mature women. But Bill was totally
turned on by little girls. On his first day he arrived just as the
doors opened and stripped naked, to make clear his role, and hung out
in one of the corners with soft mats and pillows. For him, watching the
girls was enough to give him an erection, and he helped it along with
his hand.
Little Rachel was confident and social, and when she
saw a new naked man she hopped over, launched herself onto the
mattress, and in quick succession turned over, lifted her dress, pulled
her panties down to her ankles, and spread her legs wide. He introduced
himself as he slid into her, gently pushed in and out of her for maybe
a minute and then came, exquisite pleasure his reward for gracing this
little girl's innards with his seed. For pay, too! Rachel smiled and
wriggled when he came. Bill pulled out, and she put herself back
together and raced off to play.
Sheila was more shy with him, so
he had her sit on his lap and read her a story. But after less than a
minute she felt comfortable with the deep voice, warmth, and smell of
mature maleness. So with a quick smile over her shoulder, she pulled
her jeans and panties down and sat back on his lap. He read more as he
massaged between her legs. He loved the feel of what little girls had
between their legs, and he knew it would make her extra wet and slick.
He handed her the book, then circled her front with one arm and lifted
her up. On the way down she spread her legs wider instinctively, and he
guided his penis between her legs to just the right spot, where the wet
labia parted and guided him inside her. But now he could only move in
and out by lifting her whole body up and down. That was OK, he did it
and felt the pure pleasure. Then Sheila let the book drop, arched her
back, grabbed Bill around the neck backwards and drew his face forward
and started kissing his cheek. That was enough encouragement for a
quick orgasm for Bill and some extra pleasure. A shy but very
affectionate young girl was hugging his penis in an especially wet
embrace, and he gave her his spurts. She gave a little scream of
pleasure, causing giggling in the room. Through the fog of his orgasm
Bill looked at the teachers and shrugged. They smiled; he was going to
pass his probation with flying colors. Sheila turned sideways and
relaxed in his arms, still impaled firmly on Bill's penis. But
eventually it shrank and Bill coaxed her up, after some kisses.
Carla
was his challenge. She had special needs, and her genetic abnormality
made her face look funny. But she was just like any girl between her
legs, and when he took some long glances at Rachel across the room it
worked out fine. He fucked her in missionary, quickly and decisively.
The
extra seminal injections were just an offer the school made to the
girls, not a requirement. Girls loved it for the most part, but now and
then they weren't so crazy about it. Some were too busy with other
things and some found it kind of boring. The strength of the pleasure
the semen produced varied from girl to girl. Girls' natural attraction
could be overcome by a man who was unpleasant or disrespectful. No one
could say anything bad about Bill, but there were a couple girls who
didn't really quite take to him and were wishy-washy about sex in
general. They were OK with standing by a table, panties down, and
bending over to draw or play, with their pelvises tilted to present
their little pussies at the right angle. Bill would just gently
approach them from the rear, then poke in gently just twice or three
times before ejaculating inside them. The fact that Bill could come
quickly with gentle motion was another big plus in his job performance.
Their little cunts were hot and wet just like all the other girls, and
he felt plenty of pleasure as he left them a lot wetter.
Rachel
and another little girl Anne posed the opposite problem for the
teachers. They were really into sex and needed some coaxing to do the
other things in a preschool classroom. He was not supposed to have sex
with any girl more than once, but Rachel and Anne would present their
little hineys in suggestive poses and even fondle him if he let them.
He sometimes he "forgot" with one of his two little sex maniacs and did
her a second time.
There were two other men who also had his job
and worked mostly in other classrooms. They would often take a turn
with the teachers, who were all too willing to get some extra semen.
Bill didn't, because he was focused on his little girls, and the
teachers understood. He was the best and most reliable of the Country
Hill sperm men, and sometimes did a little girl from other classrooms
if she just didn't get along with the owner of the cock that was
assigned to her.
Girls up to one year of age had to make do with
eye-dropper semen. Some man, most often her dad, would jerk off, suck
up the semen quickly with the weenis, and slide it up inside the little
girl and squirt it out. And that was important. Vital to health in
fact. But girls watched other girls, and noticed that when they found
it really FUN was when the man pushed his penis into them and delivered
the semen directly. Not that many men were attracted to little girls,
though. They could jerk off thinking of big breasts and butts, but not
little skinny girls. Most men found that having even a small girl take
their penis in her mouth was very stimulating. She might be doing her
instinctive nursing pattern on what she perceived as an unusually large
nipple. When he was good and hard, it was a fairly simple matter to
switch to the right orifice at the other end of the sweet little thing
and deliver the medicine just where she needed it.
Caleb
was fifteen, and he had finally become a real certified semen producer.
For years he had watched girls of all ages spreading their legs and
having their vaginas visited by men's penises, and he ignored it was
gross. Then he started finding it more and more interesting. But until
he started smelling like a grown man, the girls weren't interested in
him. As he started to mature, girls his age would take a chance on him.
They would let him have his little dry orgasm even if it did nothing
for them. Some said that if they were doing this for him now, they
hoped he would remember when he was making real semen and be their
regular partners. For a few months little dribs had started coming out
when he masturbated.
But now he had proven himself. Mrs.
Ashworth from down the street had invited him to have sex with her, and
she had smiled when she felt the little rush from his ejaculation. She
was especially interested because she was divorced with five daughters.
She needed a lot of male help!
After he had proven his basic
capability with her, she next wanted him to try one of her young
daughters to see how attracted he was to her sexually. He did very well
indeed with little Sally, age three. As Mrs. Ashworth watched, it
looked to her like Caleb was focusing on Sally herself, not closing his
eyes to think of some older girl. He came inside her in thirty seconds,
apparent by Sally's moan and vacant expression. Sally was one of the
ones who had a much stronger than usual pleasure reaction to semen. He
had strong natural pedophilic inclinations, and would be very valuable.
Mrs. Ashworth hoped to keep him a secret as long as possible.
He
came over the next day, and the woman unleashed her whole pack of
daughters on him. Seven-year-old Kate had quickly stripped and squatted
in front of him with her legs wide apart, and taken his penis into her
mouth, but he waved her aside. Ten-year-old Theresa moved her hips
sinuously and showed him patches of thigh up under her dress while
looking at him with smoky passion. Four-year-old Molly looked at him
shyly and raised her dress alluringly. Two-year-old Becca stood there
looking at everyone else with her training pants on. He wanted Becca
first. Mrs. Ashworth noted the attraction to the youngest and thought
how very valuable he would be.
Caleb he picked her up and
carried her to the bed and pulled her training pants down. She looked
small between her legs, but when he looked over questioningly at Mrs.
Ashworth, she nodded to indicate her vaginal opening was big enough. He
found her little body very erotic, and dove in -- not too deep, but
deep enough. The gentle caress of her cunt matched the budding
femininity he found so alluring, and within a few seconds he spurted
inside her. She gave a squeal.
He rolled on his back and rested,
then encouraged Theresa to come lick his penis, which she eagerly did.
The girls had much more sexual experience than he did, and suggested
different positions, and he was happy to learn. He did Theresa side by
side on the bed from the rear. Molly he did in straightforward doggy
fashion, as she first played doggy, on all fours barking, sniffing his
penis, then presenting herself like a doggy.
He saved Kate for
last, and followed his own inclinations. He lay on her gently and went
on and on, for minutes, enjoying her pretty body. He knew she wasn't
especially feeling any pleasure, but she seemed happy he was having
his, and he finally came inside her. A girl liked her semen so much
she'd put up with a lot, and a man's body covering hers felt warm and
nice in its own way.
So they settled into a routine. He came
over to Mrs. Ashworth's after school, and again just before bedtime to
do all of the girls twice each day.
Before long, he found out he
was in great demand, and started earning some extra money having
enthusiastic sex with a steady stream of one- and two-year-olds,
including many wee tikes who had never done it before. He got good at
dealing with some of the unpredictable reactions these girls had to
having a large organ slide into them for the first time. They had been
getting doses via weenis since birth, but after a time or two of that
exquisite pleasure from a natural penis-in-vagina ejaculation they were
hooked.
A Web article on a site for mothers: "Helping Your Daughter Get It More"
Once
puberty becomes noticeable -- the first breast growth, the first pubic
hair, a girl can usually get plenty, as we all know. But what about
before that?
It's worth thinking about it from the man's point
of view. Like us, men are busy; they have other things to do. They
typically have a maximum of eight doses of semen to give in a day.
Their bodies are usually tuned to the females among us who look like
they might get pregnant. And as we well know, any grown woman is likely
to expose her vulva at the slightest sign of interest by a man. He will
by nature put a lot of his semen inside the ones who look fertile.
Your
husbands might not tell you this, but their pleasure is a little
different from ours. We've all had the experience of wanting a guy to
shoot his stuff out so we can get our rush -- and get back to what we
were doing. But a man feels deeply pleasurable sensations just from
moving his penis back and forth, and sometimes he keeps going and
going, doing what feels good. But his body wants him to come, so it can
maybe impregnate the female he is with. His peak of pleasure is timed
to coincide with the sperm shooting out, and then he's had enough and
is happy to withdraw. It's no surprise evolution made him that way.
Some men want girls, because that's who they find most attractive. They are the blessed pedophiles.
And
a fair number of men who might prefer mature girls and women can also
very happily bring out pedophilic tendencies, and have sex with little
girls, appreciating them as they are. But all those men are heavily in
demand, so the trick is to get some of their extra attention for your
daughter. Fortunately there are some men who are willing to teach and
give extensive feedback, both among the pedophiles and the others.
One
way to get your daughter more sperm from the non-pedophiles is to make
her look more mature. Those lacy stuffed bras that we see widely
advertised really do work. Attachable pubic hair can also work, though
studies indicate that the less intrusive (and itchy) pubic hair
coloring works as well.
It also really helps if your daughter
can act more sexually mature too, and this is harder. Mostly you have
to model this for them. One way is holding eye contact across a room
with a meaningful smoky expression. Showing a little more thigh helps,
as does an occasional glimpse of panties. The typical little girl
approach of instant strip-and-spread-em with an innocent smile doesn't
work so well for those men.
Your little girl has to be willing
to give oral sex and do it well. There are men who will help teach. In
oral sex a girl must learn to recognize the signs when a man is close
to coming, and redirecting his phallus to her vagina before it delivers
its precious load. A girl shouldn't worry if a man comes in her mouth
sometimes -- it means she is doing a very good job, and she just needs
to ease off a little. But when it happens, she can get some benefit.
She wants her weenis on hand so as soon as she feels the twitches and
spurts die down, she gently nudges him out of her mouth, quickly fills
the weenis from her mouth, and sticks it up inside her and plunges it.
But you also need to tell little girls that it's OK to waste some semen
too.
Whether your little girl is being her own age or trying to
act older, there are many rules in common. One is for her to act like
she really wants it, even if she is in a bad mood. Another is to thank
her man profusely when he shows interest, making it clear she is
subservient to him and willing to do whatever he wants -- within
reason. Another is to pretend to greater pleasure than she feels as his
penis slides in. Some men love it when a girl talks dirty to them. She
can start with something like "What a great dick, I'd love it if you
wanted to put that inside me." The girls should learn to read his
reaction. Some men may not like it so much, and others will. Then
follow through with things like "Ooo, please fuck me hard, shoot it up
my cunt!" Once he shows definite interest, she can gently stroke his
testicles, or his butt, or basically anywhere on his body. It's best to
let him take the lead on kissing. If she is not wearing a bra, she
should be prepared for him to suck on her nipples, or to work his mouth
on her vulva, maybe stick his tongue up her vagina. These may seem
weird to us, but they are a sign of a man being interested in our
bodies. A girl can enjoy them more if she looks at them that way, or
she can just fake it.
A girl should have no trouble recognizing
when he does come because of the rush of pleasure she will feel. But
she should be sure she lets him know that with sounds of animal
pleasure. When he is done, follow his lead. If he wants to stay and
hug, she should let him. If he puts his whole weight on her, she should
try to be patient with it and breathe shallow breaths, at least for a
while and especially while he is inside thrusting away before
ejaculation. And then be sure to thank him -- and let him know how to
find her again. If he had a really good time he may seek her out again.
She can also gently ask him if there were things she could have done
better, and to listen.
She should learn to use the internet, and
you can help her. A girl should prepare videos showing her to best
advantage, but they must be in line with what she is going to actually
do. If she can force a vibrant friendliness once for the tape but won't
be able when the man arrives, that isn't so good. Getting a few "not as
advertised" ratings on a girl's record is not a good thing!
Through
fathers and brothers, neighbors, friends of parents, and a few good men
found on the internet, a girl may get as much as she wants. There are
some pretty girls who would have sex almost constantly based on their
alluring internet profile. For them, you may need to limit them so they
take time to eat and do homework. Be sure to set the web status
appropriately.
If a girl is having trouble getting motivated to
do this, you can model it for her. Consider having your own web entry
and status. You may get your sex mostly elsewhere or be content with
your husband, but if she can see you taking sperm from internet
sources, it will encourage her.
I
found I was nearly insatiable. I was 24, and I lived at home. My
parents supported me, partly because I am their son and partly because
I did a lot of honorable volunteer work. Whenever I wasn't sleeping,
eating, showering or eliminating, it seemed, I wished I was having sex.
And wish became reality! I could have found girls on the internet, and
sometimes I did, but mostly I just went from school to school.
At
an elementary school in the morning, the classes had recess one after
the other. I brought a blanket and would set up camp somewhere out of
the way, preferably in the shade. And the girls would flock to me. I
love young girls just the way they are, and as they gathered round I
said so, and a few fake bras might get discarded.
A little blond
from the kindergarten class curtseyed and said, "If it would please
you, I would be forever honored if you would fuck me." I was already
hard. I pushed her back gently on the blanket. And she pulled her dress
up and panties down and spread her legs, looking very humble. I surged
into her quickly, and with about ten strokes I came. She gave a big
"Mmmmmm" accompanied by the brightest, happiest smile, and as she got
up she started to ask if she could have done better. I said she was
great and left it at that.
All the girls were standing around at
a respectful distance, some gyrating hips, some simply showing their
vaginas, a few making sucking motions. All kinds. A little brunette
with glasses said "Anything you want, sir?"
I said "Yes, like a
doggie", which she instantly did. I mounted her and took a bit of time,
but wanted to finish her and move on, so I ejaculated strong and deep.
Recess
was usually 20 minutes. There were eight of them. They would all get
their turn. I was a little slower than usual, so I was just about to
start on my last one in missionary position when the teacher hollered
for the kids to assemble. She motioned to me to keep going, though. If
a girl could get some extra semen it was worth being a couple minutes
late to class.
A class of fourth graders came out, and there was
a footrace to see who could get to me fastest. I told them to all get
naked from the waist down. I would lie on my back. I wanted each of
them in turn, and the others to kiss me and massage me. Fourth graders
were good at this, usually. I wanted to lick the labia of one girl
while another was impaled on my penis. I loved the smell of little girl
parts, and usually just before I came I would thrust my tongue deep
into the girl's vagina a few times, then hear the sigh of the girl
below. Most men and boys couldn't have sex every two or three minutes
like I could, but I did, and the semen kept flowing and working its
magic inside the little girl pussies.
Driving to the next school I passed a mother pushing a stroller, and she looked good. I pulled over, got out and approached.
"I would be delighted to have you," she said, "but if you can do her I would be especially grateful."
"How old is she?"
"Eighteen months. She doesn't get it up the vagina very often."
Kiddies
that young aren't my favorites. I said, "Well, let's see her." We
looked around for a suitable spot, and I opened the passenger side of
my sedan, and lay her down with her diaper off. She was used to men
ejaculating right near her, even if not inside her so much, so she was
excited already. I told the mother, "Well, why don't you use your mouth
for a while."
She started to, and it felt good, and I was aware
of how sexy she was. I worked my hands through her hair, and then
motioned her to stand up. "Let me get started inside you, you sexy
thing." She hesitated only a fraction of a second, then pulled her
jeans and panties down. I pressed her against the side of my car, which
maybe wasn't the cleanest, but what the heck. I pressed in. But I got
carried away and within seconds I spurted up inside her.
She
gave the requisite pleasure sound, but I could also tell she was
disappointed. She put herself together and started to pick up her girl.
I said, "Wait two minutes, I recover quickly."
She looked suspicious. "For me, or her?"
"Her."
I arranged things while my penis was resting. I opened the door to the
back seat, and I first had the woman get in lying on her back, her legs
spread as far as the seat would allow, then put the little girl between
her legs. I saw them both and it was an arresting combo. I slid my
penis into the small girl, to her great delight. I then lowered myself,
being careful not to crush the little girl, and sucked vigorously on
the woman's breast while I thrust deep. This was cool and it felt
great, so I would have kept going ten minutes if it was up to me. But
the little girl started getting restless, so I worked myself up to
orgasm and gave her what she wanted. She squealed with delight. I held
myself up panting for a little while, then briefly collapsed on the two
of them.
We started getting up and were out of the car, but I
decided I wanted the woman again. She could of course have refused. The
little girl was bouncing around, so I put her in the front seat and
closed the door. While the woman was standing on the ground, I had her
bend over the seat with her luscious butt in the air. The girl was
starting to cry and have a little tantrum. The mother said, "Can you be
quick?" "You bet," I said, and after five strokes, as the little girl
was working her way between the seats and shouting, I came, and made a
big noise to compete with the little girl. The mother gave me a quick
smile, but then returned her full attention to her daughter. They
worked on getting dressed. I certainly could have left.
But
having reassembled them, she stood before me holding the girl in her
arms. The girl really didn't look bad, so I said I would do her again
if she wanted. The mother asked the girl, who nodded vigorously. This
time I just had the mother hold her against her front, standing up, the
girl's back against the mother's chest. But she had pulled the girl's
diaper down again, and I gently slid up inside her, pushed four times
and came again. The girl squealed with pleasure and thrashed in her
mother's arms, but the mother smiled. It had worked out well after all.
My
penis did need some rest after that quick series. I stopped for some
lunch. I got fast food take-out, so I wouldn't be distracted as I was
eating by other customers who I really would have liked to fuck -- they
were everywhere.
It was off to my favorite middle school. I went
to the gym, where the teacher was happy to give the girls a break from
gymnastics to get an extra fuck and little bit of sperm. These luscious
things generally did have a little breast growth, hips, and a little
silky pubic hair. Acne, and surging hormones. And I did them quickly,
methodically, one by one, having them lie on their backs on the mats. I
did have each of them get naked, but didn't spend long before
ejaculating inside her, a matter of heavenly pleasure to both of us.
Each one thanked me profusely.
I ate a lot of the supper my
mother prepared, especially the protein that helps my prodigious semen
production. I did my mother and kid sister, then went out for my
evening rounds in the neighborhood.
I'm 78, and I confess I've slowed down quite a bit.
In
my late 60s I still made the rounds, mostly doing sexy women in their
early 20s. When libido and performance falter a bit, the more ideal the
partner the better things go.
A couple years ago I gave up sex with active thrusting, and made women do the work, riding me cowgirl style.
What
I do mostly now is let women give me blow jobs. Sometimes I come in
their mouth, sometimes I don't. When I do, they use the weenis to fill
up their infants. Apparently the semen I make is still pretty good.
My
10-year-old son Matt and I were going out to dinner, having some
father-son talk. We were driving a seldom-used road when we saw a girl
just sitting in the dirt beside the road. I slowed. Matt saw and said,
"Aww dad, why not let someone else do it." But I knew my duty. I
stopped and went over to the girl, who didn't respond. "You need some
sex, sweetie." She still didn't respond. She was pretty far gone. I
laid her back in the dirt. I would have liked to get her to a better
location, but I knew my son was watching impatiently. So I nudged her
legs apart and looked underneath. No panties. I gave himself a little
bit of a hand job, conjuring up the image of my wife as I was about to
enter into her luscious body. I slid it into the girl in the dirt. I
tried to be quick, but it took a couple minutes, maybe three -- she
wasn't exactly making herself sexy! I finally came. She reacted with
only the merest twitch. I took her hands and helped her to a sitting
position.
In about 60 seconds she stood unsteadily, and murmured, "Thank you."
"Sure,"
I said, and rushed back to my son. As we drove off they could see the
girl trudging along. I would have liked to offer her a ride, but wanted
to respect Matt's wishes.
I
have three children. My first was Julia, and I provided semen for her
in the normal way. By masturbation and weenis for the first eighteen
months, then vaginally. Every day. A few strokes, a squirt, and she was
happy. My second was Evan. We played catch, roughhoused, went camping
-- I did those or similar things with my daughters too.
My third
was Stella. We started out the same, semen by masturbation and weenis,
then vaginally. I still did Julia vaginally, and of course my wife Amy
too. But there was something special about Stella. I would sometimes
get up in the night and look at my sleeping children, but I looked most
at Stella. I took to sliding into bed next to her, fondling her,
pushing her nightgown up, and sliding into my sleepy girl, who was
delighted at some extra semen -- a good dream. This was a common and
sweet thing for daddies to do for their darling girls. But then I found
myself there twice a night sometimes. Instead of little quickies I
started taking my time, sliding in and out for many minutes. Her vagina
felt good in a different dimension somehow. She would fall asleep with
me sliding in and out, but she always woke with a shudder and smile
when I let myself ease into a heavenly sweet orgasm. I let myself relax
next to her lovely flesh for a few minutes.
Then one night I
fell asleep and woke with a start a couple hours later when Amy came
looking for me. We laughed it off, but I think we both knew something
unusual was afoot. So I resolved to go to Stella just once in the night
for a quick dose of semen. But later that night a sleepy Stella
appeared at the side of Amy's and my bed, saying she had had a bad
dream. So I let her in beside me. A usual form of comfort in such a
situation was a little sex and some semen to calm her, and I did that.
After a little snuggling she was supposed to go back to bed. But she
fell asleep, and although I would have loved to let her stay, I kept my
resolution, woke her up and sent her back to bed.
We had a
closer than usual bond other times too. I typically did Julia right at
bedtime, and I did Stella then too, then as we went to sleep I did my
wife if she was interested.
But I took to going into Stella's
room in the morning just before it was time for her to get up. She
would smile, pull her nightgown up, panties down and curl up on the bed
with her butt sticking out. I would curl up behind her and do her that
way. Sometimes I lingered for a full two minutes before coming. Many
girls start getting restless if you don't come pretty quick, but Stella
never did. She made little contented sighs continuously before the
shuddering rush she got when I finally came.
I work from home,
and as soon as she got home from school she would come see me. It
became apparent we both wanted to do it, so we didn't hold back. Soon
it developed into a routine where she would close the door and we both
stripped. Then she got down on all fours and panted like a doggie,
sniffing at my crotch. I played a male dog and sniffed her crotch too.
She presented her rear end, and I mounted her like a doggie and came
pretty quickly.
She was five when we got into our doggy sex routine and when I routinely went to her three times every night.
My
wife got worried, and as she admitted later, concerned and more than a
little jealous. I loved her just as much as ever, found her as sexy as
ever, made love as passionately. I was there for Julia and Evan too.
I
wondered if it was an addiction, and tried stopping cold turkey. It
didn't last a day. So it did have some addictive qualities, but we were
both thriving. In retrospect, it was when Stella and I had ramped up
our sex that I got key insights for my job that helped the company
significantly. I got noticed and promoted. She was doing great in
school, and everyone said she just radiated health and happiness.
I
made sure to spend extra time with Evan and Julia. I made love to Amy
with a renewed passion, bought her flowers, listened patiently as she
explained her feelings about all this. I provided semen to Julia and
Amy as was my duty and commitment, but I also did it with pleasure. I
did love them both, deeply.
Stella was free to have sex with
other men, and she did for a while, then stopped except for an
occasional experiment. She was fully content with me. Let other men's
semen be spurted where it was needed more. We tried kissing, work with
our fingers, and oral sex in both directions, but it didn't do anything
for us. What suited us was hugging and penis-in-vagina sex.
I
slept with Stella. Sex at bedtime, a few times in the night, in the
morning. I would often fall asleep inside her. If I wanted her, I would
stroke a few times, come, and go back to sleep. If she wanted me, her
vagina would suck me like a lollipop, which would harden my erection
very quickly and make me come, and she would go back to sleep. I might
barely wake up when she was tugging semen out of me, nor she when I was
pumping her, but we both felt the surge of our half of the pleasure in
our borderline sleep. When she got home from school, she would come in
to study with me. After the doggy ritual, we would sit beside each
other. We saw no reason to get dressed again.
The sex was
interwoven with an intellectual side to our relationship. I would
occasionally help her with a homework problem, but she didn't need much
help. She took to sitting in my lap. Then sitting in my lap with us
both naked, then with the minor adjustment that my penis was up inside
of her. I would explain my work problems to her, simplifying but still
getting the essence across. She would bounce up and down my lap for a
few seconds until I came. And in the afterglow she would say something
that triggered me to find what I needed.
She was reading way
beyond grade level. Fast. And understanding it all. She started
writing. Words flowed off her fingers, through the keyboard, and into
stories. Good stories. Award-winning stories. I filed some patents that
transformed our company, and it was hard for management to figure out
what to do with all the cash flowing in.
It was OK for Stella
and me to be apart for hours at a time, but when we were alone together
again we got my penis into her vagina as fast as we could. When I had
to go away overnight it was hard on both of us. At least once a day --
twice if we could arrange it -- we would talk on the phone.
When
Stella was late in high school, a gradual change started. We didn't do
it quite so much. She sat in my lap with my penis up inside her less
and less. The highs weren't quite as high. As the months went by, we
woke up less in the night, then not at all. I started sleeping with Amy
again, telling her I told her it would turn out OK.
Stella and I
got down to doing it just once at bedtime, once in the morning, and
once after school, just like an ordinary father and daughter who were
especially fond of each other. We weren't sure if she'd be able to go
away to college, but by then it was surprisingly easy on both of us.
She published more books, but not best-sellers. I filed another patent,
but not an important one. Our respective accomplishments had given
tangible proof to the world that what Stella and I had was not just all
in our heads. But for us, that was secondary. It was the special love
unleashed by the special sex that we treasured. The magic had ended,
but neither of us would have missed it for the world.