It was my employer who started it. It wasn't like I just thought of it out of the blue.
I
worked for Tidy Relief Enterprises, one of the companies that makes
Port-a-potties, you know those little portable toilets made out of
plastic. They put them up where people will need to relieve themselves
but there are no ordinary toilets around. If organizers are expecting a
crowd, they need bunches of them so they set them up in rows.
Like
most companies, Tidy Relief wants to find out how their products are
used so they can better meet their customers' needs. They knew the
basics of what their customers were doing, of course, but the
management wanted more detail.
You could get people to fill out
questionnaires, and they did. But people don't always tell the truth on
questionnaires, and when it's about something as personal as using a
Port-a-potty, they're more likely to fudge things or leave things out.
So
the obvious idea was to put a tiny camera in some Port-a-potties to
record what the customers did in there. But that was so illegal that
management wouldn't even think off it. But my associate Carl is an
ambitious guy, and sometimes you have to bend the rules a little to
succeed in business. He decided he'd break the rules, find out what
went on in those Port-a-potties, and report it to his managers. He'd
never tell them how he got his data, but with a few winks they'd know
it was real.
But Carl needed help, and that's when I got my job.
You see, Carl knew some things about me that I really didn't want
anyone to know. Some of them were illegal, technically speaking. Others
would seriously annoy some powerful people. So the idea was that if
Carl got me to break the law big time, he knew I wouldn't rat on him,
because if I did, he'd rat on me.
So Carl set up the tiny little
cameras and collected the video. But he was a manager and he didn't
have time for the grunt work. It was up to me to look over the videos
and see exactly what was going on in there.
So I had all this
video to go through, and mostly it was pretty dull. Person enters,
pulls down or up clothing to expose privates, sits on the toilet and
lets it go. Wipes. Reassembles clothing, opens door and leaves. That's
the basics.
But there were plenty of details, and lots of things
to measure: whether guys stood up or sat down, time on toilet, which
items of clothing removed or adjusted before use, how much toilet paper
used, ways people devised to do something resembling washing their
hands, pads and tampons, "inappropriate items released into toilet",
blah, blah, blah.
Most of it was boring. Sometimes it was kind
if icky, what with the varieties of Number Two, and accidents people
had before they made it into the privacy of the Port-a-potty.
But
you wouldn't believe how many guys went in, whipped out their dick and
jerked off. Thirty seconds at most. It's hardly romantic, but they
wanted relief, and it worked!
Occasionally there was a woman who
fingered herself pretty fast and furious too. It was fun to see the
faces they made when they got off. I got a hard-on watching them. One
in particular I watched over and over again. A few you could tell
really wanted to get off, but they'd rub and rub, maybe look at their
watch, rub some more, and eventually give up.
Watching some of
those women I wished I could help them out. Now I've never had a
girlfriend; I'd go on a few dates but it just wouldn't click. What I
wanted most was sex. Jerking off is fun, but it's just not the same. I
thought about those women trying to get off. They say women are really
picky and most of them don't just want to have sex with a guy -- it has
to be a particular guy. But these women in the Port-a-potties, they
didn't care who the guy was -- he was imaginary -- they just wanted to
get off. So, I thought that if I could get them in the right mood,
maybe I could be the guy and give them what they wanted.
There's
this thing in medicine called "IV Sedation". It's better than general
anesthesia because the patient stays conscious and can answer simple
commands, swallow, blink and so forth. But they don't feel much pain,
and then don't remember anything about what happened. I thought maybe I
could find something like that to get the girls in the right mood. I
loved the idea of them obeying commands and not remembering what
happened.
Well, I have some connections. It turns out that the
doctors know just how to do what I wanted, though it doesn't have an
approved medical use. The patients can be more alert if there isn't a
lot of pain you need to mask. There's some potential for abuse,
actually. Not in my case -- I was just helping these girls to get the
relief they wanted so much.
Carl couldn't say he was hiring me
to look at illegal tapes, of course. I had to have a real job too. So I
was in charge of maintenance of Port-a-potties in a district. I had my
territory, and if there were no complaints, I was the only one who ever
serviced those Port-a-potties.
There is this complex of ball
fields with banks of Port-a-potties, because when there are big games
they get big crowds. That's where I did my experiment. I told the ball
field people I was going to build a little shed to keep maintenance
things in. I told them it would be at Tidy Relief's expense, but I paid
for it myself. The company never knew about it. I built this shed
behind one of the banks of Port-a-potties, right up flush against them.
I put a false back on one of the stalls that was right adjacent to the
shed, and a corresponding hole in the shed too, of course. The shed's
main furnishing was a single bed. Maybe you can see where this is going.
I
knew that if I flooded an enclosed space like a Port-a-potty with gas I
could get a good concentration pretty fast. And if the gas contains
that drug related to the IV sedation drug, I could easily make myself a
dopey, compliant female sitting on the potty with her panties around
her ankles.
I first made sure that worked reliably. For a bunch
of women, I asked questions through the false back that they'd never
answer in their normal state. I could lead up to questions like, "When
did you last have sex?" If they answered that, I knew I had them in the
right mood. It always worked, so I could go on to the next phase.
I
started opening the false back and asking the dopey, compliant female
to put her clothing back together and step over the bench with the
toilet seat into my shed. I'd ask her to expose her private parts and
lie on the bed with her legs spread wide. She always would.
You'd
be amazed how many women just never have sex because everything has to
be just right with the perfect guy, and it never happens. It's a shame.
My plan would help them get some sexual satisfaction and release, for
their own good.
I knew that a vibrator was the fastest way to
get a woman hot and ready for sex. I could apply it to the right spot
between her legs. I'd never seen the private parts of a naked woman
before, but the web has illustrations that worked well enough. She
would already be relaxed, so there would be no inhibitions or anxiety
getting in the way. She was compliant, and was especially happy to hold
the vibrator herself and follow my instructions: Make yourself feel
good.
Then, when she was good and ready, I'd take the vibrator
back and fuck her. I could have just let her get off with the vibrator,
but that's not really satisfaction, right? Real sexual satisfaction is
getting a cock up her pussy -- that's what a female really wants,
right? Some scientists even did a study where girls who get sperm up
their pussy were happier than girls who didn't.
It's true, I
enjoyed it too. I mean, I can still feel it. First I'd strip from the
waist down, then hold myself up over the girl in just the right spot,
stick my cock into her goopy pussy, and hump away until I got that good
feeling and pumped a bunch of sperm up inside her cunt. The sperm that
makes a woman happy.
When I was done I'd have her put herself
back together and go back through the opening of the false back panel
and sit on the potty. I'd close it up and flood the room with another
chemical that wakes her up.
The girl never remembered a thing.
She'd be a little groggy and think she must have fallen into a daydream
there in the Port-a-potty, but she'd get up and go about her business.
It
was really a win-win proposition. She got to feel tons of sexual
pleasure and satisfaction. She wouldn't get any morning-after anxiety
or anything. Her body would be satisfied even if her mind didn't
remember how it had happened. I got to fuck her, which I enjoyed a lot,
actually. I lost my virginity back there in the shed behind the
Port-a-potties.
Now, that's the basics but there's a ton of details.
First,
I could be very picky. I had cameras out front, so I could get a good
look at the girl before she came into my lair. Obviously I didn't have
to gas anybody but the few girls I wanted. No 300-pounders or old
ladies for me! No homely young women either.
I had to lock most
of the other Port-a-Potties in the row so the little indicators showed
red and the female had to come to mine, the only one with green. You
can limit the place to a single working Port-a-potty when there aren't
many people around, like when teams are practicing. I also had a few of
the other ones hooked up so I could switch the door handle back and
forth electronically. So for instance when my "date" approached, I'd be
sure mine was the only green door, but once she came in, I'd make a few
others available so no big line formed in front of mine.
I had
to release the gas the moment the girl shut the door, because those
females empty out pretty fast when they pee. Once she was in her
relaxed state, I could ask her anything, even before I opened the false
back. If she was there to do Number Two, I'd usually just skip her --
let her do her business and go her way. Same if she was having her
period. I could blow in the wake-up gas and she never suspected a thing.
But
the fact that all of us have to do number two sometimes is what helps
the plan work. Females usually are part of groups. If the others knew
for sure she was just going to pee, they might come looking for her if
she wasn't back in five minutes. But they could never rule out that she
had something more time-consuming to do, so it would cover my time with
her.
Still, I knew not to be a big lover-boy back there. Half an
hour was too long, but that was never an issue. From what I had read,
ordinarily a girl expects to make out for a long time before agreeing
to let you stick it in, and then once you're there you have to go on a
long time while she gets happy before you can finally let loose and
cum. Sounds like a real pain.
I was happy with quickies. Ten
seconds of total cock-pussy contact is my record. But a few minutes was
usually what I liked best. I mean, you know, orgasm feels great, but if
you can handle a little delayed gratification, the pre-orgasm fucking
feels awfully good too.
I mentioned a vibrator. Strictly
speaking, it's optional. A few times I just used nothing and maybe I
got to know what it's like to just plain rape a woman. She's not wet
and it chafes. It was just a way to get myself to ejaculate quick --
the motion didn't really feel good itself. You could use K-Y, but I
like natural better. Females make the stuff that lubricates and lets
your dick slide in and out freely. It's a sign of welcome from them, a
sign they want it. They produce it very easily, so I like to use it.
But
I always let a girl do more with the vibrator than just get herself
wet. I'd let her do herself with it until she got excited. I always
remembered to stick a rag of some kind in her mouth first in case she
was a screamer. Sometimes I'd just let her come. Then she'd be lying
there relaxed and happy as I fucked her. She'd be happy but it was
definitely a "taking turns" kind of thing. Sometimes I'd try for
simultaneous orgasm. I'd ask her to tell me when she was close, and
just then I'd take the vibrator away from her. Then when I plunged my
cock in and started humping, sometimes she'd come too. They got some
stimulation from my fucking cock even if I wasn't doing just the right
motion for them. And they like the idea of being fucked too. So a girl
would sometimes come right when I plunged in, or sometimes might when I
was humping away up there, and sometimes she'd come just as she felt me
shooting my wad. If none of that worked, I'd just enjoy the afterglow
of my conquest for a little while, then just hand her the old vibrator
again and let her finish herself.
Sometimes I had the girls show
me their boobs, but it didn't matter much to me. I'm a pussy man, I
guess. I like fucking the old-fashioned way.
I know if a girl
says No, you can't have sex with her. But here she was saying Yes. She
said Yes under the drugs, true, but the sex she was saying Yes to was
going to be under the drugs too. The permission fit the situation, and
she wouldn't remember it to regret it later. Getting consent without
drugs for sex without drugs makes sense, and so does getting consent
under the drug for sex under the drug. See?
I know some of the
girls liked it, because I'd see them come back to the very same stall.
They couldn't remember the sex itself, but maybe they remembered coming
out of that daydream feeling relaxed and content.
There were a few practical problems, too.
My
drugs worked great so she'd wake up sitting on the potty with her
panties around her ankles, thinking she'd been daydreaming. But if she
had girl juice and sperm all over the place, that wouldn't have been
any good. I guess a girl might get a little girl juice from an erotic
daydream, but not tons and definitely not sperm.
So once the two
of us recovered from our orgasms, we'd start on pussy cleanup. First
I'd have her stick her finger up there and pull most of the stuff out.
Then I'd use a cold washcloth to wipe her. It would get her clean, and
the cold part helped her pussy lips to shrink down to normal size
again. I'd finish off with some wet wipes everywhere and then we were
all set.
Then I made sure we never passed any diseases back and
forth. I was a virgin, so that was no problem. I could have used a
condom to protect myself, but I didn't like them the few times I tried.
It doesn't feel as good, and I like the idea of putting my load up
where God meant it to go.
So to keep from getting any diseases
from them, I watched who I invited into my little shed. No sluts. I
definitely asked the girl if she had any diseases -- part of the
standard questions before I began. I'd also ask her how many guys she's
done it with, and what kind. If it's not what I wanted to hear, I'd
just let her go. Once or twice I was just really hot for her and I took
a chance.
One way to avoid disease is to take girls on the young
side. Most high school girls haven't gotten fucked by many guys, and if
they have, they're usually pimply faced boy virgins.
And disease
aside, young ones are the best anyway. They've got the freshest bodies.
Maybe older women could do cool things if we were really 'making love',
but these were all quickies. All I really wanted the females to do was
get nice and hot with the vibrator, then lie there with their legs
spread. I didn't need them to touch me -- seeing a hot body, plunging
my dick in and then coming inside her hot cunt was plenty for me.
So that was the disease part. Then there's pregnancy.
First
I worried about it a little, but then I figured there's fate. I mean,
these girls need sex to be satisfied, right? It all started when I'd
see a few of them using their fingers to get off. And part of being
satisfied and having sex is the possibility of babies. It comes with
the territory. And most women want to have babies at some point. I
figured if it happened it was God's will.
The age of consent is
16 around here, and I took that for a limit for a while, but then began
wondering why. Maybe 16 is a good rule ordinarily, but my girls all
said yes anyway. So if they'd say yes if they were 16, why not let them
say yes when they were younger too? After I gave up on 16 as a cutoff
my rule was anywhere in high school. But then I began to wonder what
age had to do with it. If she has a woman's body and she can get hot
and wet with a vibrator and her pussy can give a warm, welcoming grasp
to my dick, why not? I stopped asking about age. I figured it didn't
really matter.
Then of course there's the matter of virginity.
Oh, virginity. All guys love the idea of taking a virgin. I certainly
do. But there are added complications.
One problem is getting
through into her cunt. Some virgins are tough to get into, but I've
found if I ram hard enough I can get in before long.
Then
there's pain. Every girl's going to lose her cherry at some point, and
it's going to hurt. So she might as well lose it with me. There are
advantages to the situation. She's not panicked -- not afraid it's
going to hurt. She's not physically tensed up, which can make it hurt
more. She's all hot and excited from the vibrator, which she wouldn't
be with some boy in a big hurry awkwardly fumbling around with her.
Most of all, the drug dims the pain a little anyway. And of course she
doesn't remember a thing.
The biggest problem with virginity is
hiding the evidence. Blood makes that pussy cleanup part harder. It
stops flowing pretty soon -- usually by the time I'd finished fucking
her it was done. If it was still seeping, a little ice in a washcloth
right against her opening would help.
There's other evidence to
hide. The girl had a cherry when she went in to pee, and somehow it was
missing when she came out. Girls know they can lose their cherries from
doing things other than sex, but not from daydreams in the
Port-a-potty. Fortunately they aren't poking around all the time to
know just when it happened, so I felt pretty safe there.
And
then there's discomfort that keeps going. I hear girls can stay sore
after losing their virginity for days. Fortunately for me, when girls
hit puberty all sorts of mysterious things can happen to their pussies,
so a little pain wasn't going to stand out too much. I'd paint a little
Anbesol around her opening if she had bled a lot. I figure if the girl
didn't start hurting for a half hour, she'd never think that the
Port-a-potty was related to her troubles.
And then the younger
they are, the more embarrassed girls are to talk to other people about
funny things going on in their pussies. They couldn't say they had been
raped since they had no memory of it. Everyone would assume that they
must have let some guy get at them, and then they'd be in big trouble.
But
of course that Meghan was my downfall. I wish I hadn't fucked her,
because if I hadn't I might still be out there doing it. She knew her
pussy hurt and it wasn't anything she had done, and she traced her
steps back to what she had been doing that day. She went to the
Port-a-potty. She couldn't see the back panel, but she went around
behind and saw the shack.
Now, like I said, pregnancy is just something that happens sometimes when you have sex. It's God's will if it happens.
But I found I was curious to know if it ever really happened.
Soon
after I began I made it routine to get the girl's name and address and
record it. I liked to review how many girls I had done it with.
With
the name and address and the date, I'd know when the baby would be born
if there was one. I looked at the online birth certificates about nine
months after our little encounter. I found several where the girl had a
baby then. Some have the name of a father filled in, so maybe some
other guy beat me to her and I wasn't the father. Or maybe I was the
father, and some guy got duped. Several had "father unknown", and I was
pretty sure those were mine. I kept all these records so my sons and
daughters can know their heritage. They'll know how very clever their
daddy was, and they'll be proud.
So that's pretty much how it
was. If only Meghan hadn't figured it out, I could still be out there
satisfying girls' urges for them.
As
part of psychiatric evaluation, the doctor asked Gary to tell him what
one of his encounters had been like. He asked him to elaborate on his
feelings and not hold anything back.
This is a cleaned-up transcript of the story Gary told.
This is about Suzy, who's the mother of my baby son Zach.
The
JV team practiced on one of the fields some afternoons, and Suzy was
stopping by the Port-a-potty to make sure she didn't have to go during
practice. I saw through the camera that she looked nice.
It was
pretty deserted so my special Port-a-potty was the only one that showed
green. In quick succession the door opened, she walked in, and locked
it behind her. The instant I heard the lock turn I turned the nozzle to
floor the room with gas. I heard a faint swishing as she sat, and
seconds later I heard a little flow of pee fall into the reservoir
below, and then faint sounds of wiping herself.
I next heard a
little rustling, then a groan and a gentle thud as she sat back down. I
smiled. That meant the drug was starting to take effect. For good
measure I waited a little longer.
I introduced myself from behind the panel and asked some of the standard questions.
I pushed the button to evacuate the drug mist from her Port-a-potty cell. It wouldn't do for me to get a dose of the stuff!
Then
I undid the latch to open the false door and stuck my head in. She sat
in front of me on the potty seat, panties and soccer shorts around her
ankles.
It is so fucking erotic to see a girl naked from the
waist down, especially when I know she'll be mine soon. At that moment
she's exposed herself for peeing, but in a minute she'll be exposed and
taking my cock up her pussy.
I coaxed her up and over the seat
into my little cabin. I always shut the false panel door again. I
always made sure the reservoir below the potty seat was clean and there
were none of those odors people associate with Port-a-potties, but
still I didn't really want to do it with a toilet in the room.
I
got a good look at Suzy up close. Her shorts and jersey were maroon,
socks were white with maroon trim, and she had on cleats, of course.
She had shoulder-length blond hair, tied back in a short ponytail. A
5'6" athletic body.
She turned me on so much! So intoxicating!
Everything screamed that she was a nubile girl. She was free of disease
since she was a virgin and she wasn't having her period, so there was
nothing between me and fucking her.
I swear, she had an
electric, "Fuck me!" smell and look and aura. She was so hot I imagined
coming all over her. Spurt the stuff on her hand, her forearm, in her
belly button, certainly in her mouth, all over her hair, under her
knee, between her breasts -- everywhere!
I didn't want to take
too long, but I felt her up all over, head, neck, cheeks. I slid my
hand up her thigh, rubbed her boobs under her sports bra, and grabbed
her butt. I'm always kind of excited when I slide my hand between a
girl's legs and there's no balls or cock or anything. I mean, I know
there won't be, but just the way girls are laid out between their legs
amazes me. The absence of all that boy junk is so promising.
I
got her to sit on the bed. I told her was beautiful, and I remember she
just said, "Thanks," like she'd been told that a lot before.
Well, I was going to be the one to get into the pants of this beautiful girl first!
"Now
pull those shorts and panties down, OK... lie back ... pull your jersey
up so I can see your tummy... good. Now spread those legs wide." I
remember saying those delicious words, and having her do just what I
said.
She lay there, looking up at me with a bland, pleasant expression.
"I'd
like to have sex with you, Suzy, very much. Would you like that?" I
asked. And she said, "OK." See, I asked, and she said Yes! She wanted
me to do it to her!
I pulled down my own shorts and underpants
to whip out my erection. It's nothing special, about average, but it's
mine, and I was going to shove it up this virgin's pussy!
Then I
whipped out my vibrator and applied it to the top of her slit area,
marked with a small tuft of dark brown hair. The vibrator hummed and
she smiled. I told her to take it and move it, and she smiled a lot as
she wiggled it around. Meanwhile, I opened her pussy lips with my
fingers and took a peek. No obvious hymen. As she jazzed her sex nerves
with the vibrator I could see her start to leak juices and see her
pussy lips swell. My cock was really, really hard.
I asked if
she'd had an orgasm before, and she said she had. I asked her to tell
me when she was getting close. It didn't take long.
I tugged the
vibrator away from her and put myself up above her. I had this
beautiful high school virgin under me, and she was going to let me fuck
her! I was so excited, and getting my cock into that pussy felt like
the most important thing in the universe.
And sliding in wasn't
hard at all. It was like her pussy had been waiting all her life for
this moment. My cock fit, and she was so tight and hot and wet I
couldn't believe it. Guess that happens when a girl's about to have an
orgasm.
She moaned some more, then I remembered to stuff my
underpants in her mouth. Kind of a cool symbol to me. I could have put
my cock in there, but I'd just make do with my own briefs that had my
cock smell on them, at least.
Like I said, I leaned over her and
put my cock at her pussy opening, then pushed. It was such a delicious
moment. She was hot, wet and silky inside, and nothing blocked my path
forward. Guess I said that already. I could have come the moment my tip
burrowed into her, she was so hot, but I wanted to wait a little.
Then
there was the incredibly satisfying back and forth. Each stroke, I'm
fucking a gorgeous teenager, each inward lunge is a new conquest.
"Mmmmmfff," she said, getting excited.
But
I couldn't wait long. She needed me to ejaculate up in her pussy; her
body called for it and mine answered. I started talking to her, like
"Oh, yeah, baby," and some dirty stuff like, "I've got you up the cunt!
You're mine! Baby, I'm gonna cum up your pussy. OK, here it comes baby,
oh, ah, ... Yes!" I said. It was so fantastic, my whole lower parts
were just glowing as I hammered home over and over, spurting the sperm
way up high, squirting my hot cum up her pussy. And I thought maybe I
was making her pregnant -- you never know. But if you do a girl that
age at the right time of month, she's pretty likely to take! She's hot
and meant for having babies already.
I was aware of her
convulsing too, writhing around and shaking her head back and forth and
giving a rather loud "Mmmmm!" into my underpants. She had wanted to get
fucked, had wanted her release, and now she was having it! Yes indeed,
she had wanted to get fucked, and her body was making her have a big
fat orgasm to prove it.
My cock stayed hard after I was done
spurting, but I kept it up her cunt -- mine, all mine! It was my sperm
up in her, where she wanted me to shoot it.
Then I pulled the
underpants out of her mouth. "Did you come, Suzy?" I asked. She nodded,
smiling. "Did it feel really good?" She nodded again. "Are you glad we
did it?" She said "Yes" out loud and with a little enthusiasm.
I
pulled out and we cleaned up. I fondled her a little more as she got
dressed. If my cock had been hard and time hadn't been running short, I
would have kept fucking her over and over and over again until I
dropped from exhaustion. She was that hot!
"Kiss me," I said.
She did, and her mouth was warm and sweet and her eyes friendly if a
little glazed. We had a sweet little kiss for several seconds. But time
was running short.
I reluctantly opened the false back again and
got her to step over. I told her to pull her shorts and panties down
again and sit. She'd come back to awareness in just the sort of
position she'd be in normally after doing a natural bodily function.
She'd just done an extra natural bodily function too.
"Goodbye, Suzy," I said, and she answered with a sweet, "Goodbye."
It was hard for me to shut that false back again.
I
opened the nozzle to flood her chamber with the awakening agent. It
took a minute, as she sighed and stood, then sat back down again to
gather herself. I heard a faint groan and a deep breath, then she
opened the Port-a-potty and took off.
"There you are!" I heard another girl say, "We were wondering where you were."
All
the fucks come back to my memory. Every time I jammed to the hilt and
came. No need to give a shit about whether they enjoyed it or not. The
vibrator handled all that. But they did come a fair amount just from my
fucking my cock up their pussies.
I fucked them all! Teens and
twenties. Big boobs and small. Redheads and blonds. Every one spread
her legs for me, and I screwed each one! Shoved my cock up her cunt and
spewed her full of my stuff! Every one said 'Yes' before. They all said
they'd enjoyed it after. I'm the top dog! Men are meant to fuck women,
and women are meant to be fucked, and I did it, over and over. I was
clever enough to get them all to ask me to fuck them. A lot: a hundred
and twelve! Their bodies wanted it. They were hot and wet inside, their
pussies so tender and wet and hot and every pussy yelled, 'Fuck me!
Ejaculate! Shoot your sperm up here!' And I just did what each one
asked. Never disappointed any. Women are meant to be fucked! Meant to
have babies! I knocked them up! Got my stuff up inside before some
other jerk did. Made babies. Lovely little babies, who wouldn't exist
otherwise, all because of me!
But I didn't do enough. There are
more girls to fuck. A few I saw there through my camera at the end, I
was just waiting for the right time. Wish I'd gone with that cute one
the day before, she was short and skinny but she was so fucking
gorgeous. I wish I'd done her, because the next day it was too late.
One more fuck! Oh, but I wanted tons more. I wanted to fuck until my
cock fell off, but it never did. It kept getting stronger and surer
every day, more of a pussy hound, always ready to slide in and cum in
every cunt. Every fuck a good fuck. And to see those girls coming. I
made them all happy! I gave some babies, and the rest of them wish I
did, their bodies wanted it. 'Oh, baby, here I come! There's your
sperm'. Then damn it I need to rest a little before I can get my next
piece.
'Unnh! Unnnh! Aahhh!' Over and over. 'Oh shit, honey,
take it up your pussy, that's good honey, I'm gonna shoot, oh man,
almost, here it comes -- there, now I've fucked you, knocked you up,
have my baby!' Then I think, 'Come back so I can give your baby a
younger brother or sister, two, three, twelve, I've got the sperm for
all of them!' But then I want to shoot it out so bad. 'Cunt! I'm
fucking your cunt! My sperm gonna knock you up! Shit! Fuck your pussy!
Boobs, nice little twat, wet slick, oh shit, more! Gotta cum more!
Unnh! Fuck 'em all! Cunt! Fuck! Ahhh! More! Cunt! Cunt!'
The
psychiatrist interrupted at this point and brought his patient back to
reality. He figured he had learned all he was going to learn.
Gary
Jones was found guilty of four counts of rape and sentenced to four
life sentences to run consecutively. He was guilty of over a hundred,
but the prosecutors had four, and that was enough to put him away. He
never showed any remorse, at least not consistently. It wouldn't have
mattered in his case -- he was a lifer in any event.