Getting
Pregnant On the Wheel of Fortune
by Sterling
Making
babies is easy. A penis (at least the tip) sticks into a vagina at the
right time of month, and some sperm shoots, surges, or oozes out. The
penis leaves, but the sperm stays behind. It can be over in seconds and
often is -- especially for those unintended teen pregnancies.
We
humans elaborate this endlessly. We make the act last, we make sure the
woman has an orgasm too, we do it over and over again. A woman wants to
make sure it's the right penis that seeds her, while a man at heart
wants to seed any vagina he can weasel his dick into.
It feels
so good that we do it when we really don't want to make a baby. We go
to great lengths to interrupt that baby-making process, typically by
keeping the sperm away or making sure there isn't any ripe egg
available.
Making babies is easy -- until it gets hard. One day
the great Radiation Pulse flashed across the earth. Women found that a
little blob of semen in the vagina just never did the trick any more.
Gobs deposited with enthusiasm deep at the cervical opening did no
better. Floods of the stuff spasmed in by a dozen different men were no
more effective.
There were just a very few men who still made
potent sperm. I'm one of them. Some of the other fertile guys jerk off
and donate their sperm for artificial insemination. Not me.
Soon
I found I had my pick of beauties to inseminate directly and
personally. Each would come to me on her most fertile day and
gratefully take a deep load to start her baby. Sperming a girl to
impregnate her is especially thrilling, and I found I could easily do a
couple a day. But a full pussy-load of sperm is way more than a girl
needs.
No one even gets into the building unless they are at peak fertility.
No
35-year-olds -- not many 30-year-olds even. Girls try to lie about
their age, but they can't get in until they're 18. There are other
issues, of course, but one of them is that the younger ones aren't as
fertile. Even 14-year-olds who look completely grown up just don't get
pregnant as easily as they will in a couple years.
No one with
hormonal irregularities. No borderline anorexics. No fat girls. And to
be blunt, no dogs either. There are so many good-looking women
hungering for babies that the ugly ones get nudged aside.
I said
no dogs, but that's not literally true. There's good old Stu, a German
Shepherd trained to detect the smell of fertile female. When a girl
comes in the door, Stu is there to stick his inquisitive nose up under
her dress. If he doesn't stand aside, the girl has to come back another
day.
If she passes the test, her next step is to take off her
panties and donate them to the cause. It's just a little personal gift
I required. I take the dozens of pairs I receive during the day to bed
with me at night. Some I bundle to use as a pillow, others just share
the bed with me, but all are saturated with "take me!" pheromones. It
helps my sexual desire and interest and maybe even sperm production.
Each girl arrives in some sexy outfit, including a skirt or dress that allows easy vaginal access.
Each
girl does a deep curtsey before me and kisses the tip of my cock. She
then exposes her private parts, spreads her vaginal lips a little and
says the little mantra, "I'm yours to use as you please and I hope you
make me pregnant."
By showing up, each girl has agreed that her
body is mine to touch, grope, fondle and probe in any way I choose.
I'll sometimes caress a cheek or boob or thigh when we're introduced.
A
full complement for a single session is 25 girls. At the center of the
arrangement is a rather ordinary queen-size bed. A dozen girls will be
relegated to each of the two large Merry-Go-Rounds. Tangent to the
right side of the bed is the Double Decker, with two layers of girls
laid out in missionary position. Tangent on the left side is the Doggy
Wheel, with only a single level, featuring girls with butts sticking
out towards the edge. Wide-spread legs take up more room, so I end up
with two layers of six girls on the Double Decker, and a single ring of
a dozen girls on the Doggy Wheel.
On the Double Decker girls lie
in the missionary position with knees drawn in to the chest and then
down to their sides somewhat. Their fertile twats are at the very edge.
When my genitals are engaged with a girl on the lower deck, I get to
see, smell, and (if I want) taste those of the girl on the deck above.
Once
the two Merry-Go-Rounds are loaded, I typically will do one circle of
each, gliding my cock deep into each wet, fertile cunt for a single
exciting thrust. I do the bottom layer of the Double Decker first, then
flip a switch to temporarily lower it into the floor, leaving the upper
deck twats at the right height for fucking. But that is just the warm
up.
Among each session's crop of beautiful, young fertile girls
is one who is even more elite. She is especially gorgeous and a virgin
-- though her hymen has been removed. This girl assumes the missionary
position on the bed. Usually our encounter starts with some kissing,
ear-nibbling, and breast-sucking. Tongue work between the girl's legs
is likely to follow, often ending with her gasping orgasm.
Then
it is time for that most special sexual encounter, the impregnating
defloration. I lower myself onto the gorgeous creature and penetrate
her. We have returned to the simple part of baby-making, and it is best
all around if I don't delay very long. My primitive male desire is to
penetrate her deeply and ejaculate quickly, and I do. It is a fantastic
sensation to fill the virgin's insides with gobs of sperm. Thousands
will instantly begin swimming up into her uterus, almost certainly
impregnating her. But that is just the beginning.
I slide my
cock out of the girl. The biology of the male animal suggests I then
rest, my job done. But I as a human know that impregnation has just
begun.
Before I left the Merry-Go-Rounds after my initial
probings I gave them each a big spin. Where they came to rest was a
matter of chance, and the nearest girl on the Doggy Wheel is the one
who will get my attentions first. With my left hand I spread her pussy
lips. With the first two fingers of my right I get a small dab of the
creamy mixture sticking to my penis and bring my fingers to the exposed
vagina. I pause with wet fingertips a millimeter from wet vagina. If I
draw back, there will be no baby; sperm will not jump a dry gap. But
the girl is here to get pregnant, so I let the fluids connect and
smear. As my fingers withdraw, vaginal walls come together again and
the sperm is safe in blessed wetness. Thousands of sperm cells are now
in a welcoming vagina of a top specimen of human female: peak years of
fertility within a lifetime, peak hours of fertility within a month.
Nothing more is needed.
I rotate the Doggy Wheel one position,
get another little glob of sperm from the surface of my penis and
deliver it into the cunt of the next fertile girl.
The basic
fuck is designed to deliver sperm from the innards of the male body to
the inside of the girl's. But with my goopy fingers I'm causing
pregnancies just as surely. The idea is terribly erotic and my cock
soon stiffens after a minor droop. It will cooperate in sperm delivery
regardless of the details. Having exhausted detectable blobs of
creaminess from my penis in the first four fertile pussies, I plunge my
organ into the fifth, figuring there is enough residue to give her
hundreds of sperm -- in theory it takes just one.
"Oh, thank
you, thank you!" whispers the typical girl. Like many of the others
she's been fingering her clit as she thinks about what's happening in
the room, starting with watching the defloration and initial
impregnating ejaculation. Each turn of a Merry-Go-Round means another
new pregnancy. I like to satisfy my partners, and after 30 seconds of
vigorous thrusting, a girl often gasps and sighs her orgasm.
For
my next dose of sperm, I turn to the leaking private parts of my
deflowered virgin. Some fluid came out with my cock right after my
ejaculation, and now I put a little on the tip again before approaching
my next fertile girl ass. I open her vaginal lips wide with my fingers,
so the first contact of my virgin's spermy discharge with this new girl
will be inside her body. My twitching organ then pushes it all the way
in. Some girls are so tightly wound they come on my deep in-thrust.
I
do a few more in this way, then it is time for the virgin to do her
part. She got a high-quality blast of millions of sperm delivered right
at her cervix, and she has a duty that goes with her good fortune. As I
rotate the Doggy Wheel to bring the next in-heat girl into fucking
range, the virgin reaches within herself for a little goop and dabs it
on the end of my penis. When I plunge into the next twat, thousands of
wrigglers will be let loose.
Once all of the twats on the Doggy
Wheel have been given at least a trace of sperm, it's time for the
Double Decker, first lower deck, then upper.
The virgin won't
have much fluid to dab on my penis for the last girls on the Ferris
Wheel, but it doesn't take much. Besides, disappointed girls who get
their periods can come back the next month when Stu's nose confirms
it's their time again.
Most of these girls have boyfriends or
husbands. I could have met their needs with artificial insemination,
but I insisted on a personal fuck -- on a measure of sexual possession.
If you want my sperm, you take my cock up your cunt. The number of
girls who have orgasms makes it clear that they want this to be a
sexually fulfilling event for them too -- even girls who tell their
boyfriends or husbands everything that happened don't have to say how
much they enjoyed it. But I don't limit myself to genital necessities.
I insist on kissing lots of these girls once they are released from the
Merry-Go-Rounds. I insist on sucking their breasts and nibbling their
ears and fondling their butts. I could probe their butt holes -- it
would be my right -- but I don't because it doesn't appeal to me.
I
need to rest, and flat on my back is an excellent way to do it. But my
cock remains hard in this room dripping with fertile femininity. Then I
invite the girls to mount me. Half of them will take advantage of the
time of month and the erotic occasion to give themselves fine orgasms
as they plunge and wriggle and squirm above.
I could probably
come a dozen times a day, if I needed to. But on a sustained basis,
four a day suits me. The number of children I father is limited by
semen production, not number of ejaculations. What the four gorgeous
virgins coax out of me each day is apparently rich and productive. I
end up impregnating about 50 girls a day -- roughly half of those I've
given sperm to.