Kayla
was at her desk on a fine Sunday morning, surfing the web. She was
looking for ideas for an outfit for the Junior Semiformal. There were
so many styles to choose from, and she wanted something really
stunning. She wanted to impress her girlfriends. Her date was her lab
partner Michael, and he wouldn't notice, but her girlfriends would.
She
started feeling queasy. It got worse, and before long she found herself
leaning over the toilet retching. The queasiness continued all
afternoon. She figured she had a stomach bug and would have to wait it
out. She still got up to look over outfits, chat online, and do some
homework.
She woke Monday morning with the sense that she had
had a powerful dream, though nothing of the content remained. She still
felt queasy but it wasn't enough to keep her home from school.
Tuesday
morning as she floated between sleep and wakefulness, she remembered a
man speaking to her in a stern voice. She was terrified, and then she
felt just wonderful. Over the next couple days the dream became
clearer. Now she remembered pulling her panties down at the man's
command, feeling him lean over her and feeling the poking down between
her legs. In the dream she was frightened, but the fear gave way to
that wonderful feeling.
She then realized it was not a dream but
an actual memory. What she dreamed was exactly what had happened. The
other astonishing thing was that she knew the man. It was Mitch, the
man who had introduced her to the mysteries of sex when she was in
seventh grade. They had met regularly throughout that school year, and
she still smiled when she remembered the sex they shared. She had
broken things off in order to concentrate on boys her own age, but it
had been hard.
Steve, in eighth grade, had been clumsy in bed.
Jared had been little better. In ninth grade she had gone out with Seth
for three months. The sex got to be OK and she started really liking
him. Then he dumped her. She had felt badly hurt, and it hurt worse
when she found he had been with her just for the sex. So then she had
given up on boys. There was so much else to occupy her attention in
high school.
She still remembered fondly her times with Mitch.
But
now she had very clear memories of an even earlier time. She had been
in a special place. Mitch had forced himself on her, she had loved it
and begged for more. After meeting several times in that special place,
they had arranged to meet in the ordinary world. It was very strange.
Back
in the present, it suddenly just came to her with total certainty: she
was pregnant. Her period had not come as scheduled and a drugstore test
readily confirmed what she already knew.
What was totally
stunning was that she hadn't even made out with a boy in two years! She
had this intuition that Mitch was the father, but of course that was
impossible.
"We've been through this a million times! There's nothing left to talk
about!"
"Kayla!"
"Go away!"
"If
you don't tell the truth, soccer is over! You're going nowhere this
summer! No trip to California! No Camp Turing!" She had been a
counselor at the computer camp and loved it. She was looking forward to
doing it again.
Kayla gritted her teeth and opened the door.
"What
really happened, Kayla? You're not the first one who has gone through
this, you know. It's a very common pattern; the counselors say so. Let
me say it again: You fell for an older guy, you think you love him, and
you know he'll go to jail for statutory rape. I know you want to
protect him, but you can't! You think you love him now, but you'll see!"
Kayla
took this line of questioning patiently. There was no one to name. In
the old days she could have ruined some boy's life by claiming he was
the father. She hoped she wouldn't have done such an awful thing to
save her own hide. In this day and age, with genetic testing, that
wasn't even an option any more.
She had hidden her pregnancy for
three months. She agonized, constantly wondering how she could explain
it, searching for something to say. When she finally steeled herself
and admitted it, it was even worse than she had feared. She had tried
to say she had been raped and was unable to describe her attacker. But
she couldn't keep her story straight; she wasn't that good of a liar.
For
the life of her, she had no idea how she had gotten pregnant. Had
someone slipped her some drug that made her not only pass out but
forget she had passed out? She hadn't been to any wild parties. She
would have felt it in her vagina later; she knew how it felt in the
hours after a cock had been stretching her out when she hadn't had sex
in a while. Had some guy jerked off on the toilet paper in the girls'
room and the little sperm made their entrance when she wiped herself?
Had someone broken into her bedroom at night and carefully stuck a
little syringe of semen up inside her?
Her mother continued her
harangue: "And it's getting late. One more month and we'll have to go
to Canada to get the abortion! You have too much of a future ahead of
you. You can't waste it!"
She realized there actually was something to talk about.
"I'm going to have the baby and give it up for adoption."
Her
mother paused. The counselors said girls sometimes said that, but then
when the baby arrived they couldn't stand the thought of giving it
away. Seventy percent of the time the girl would keep it, they said.
"We're
always ready to listen," her mother said, trying to sound accepting and
calm but unable to hide her anger and frustration. "But this can't go
on forever! You have to tell the truth!"
Her mother left,
leaving Kayla staring out the window. If she couldn't get her parents
to stop bothering her she thought she would lose her mind.
Kayla
thought hard that afternoon, and developed a plan. She was a confident,
self-assured girl, and she would need every scrap of inner strength to
pull off her plan. She gathered her parents in the living room.
She
took a deep breath. "Mom, dad. I'm going to have this baby. I'm going
to give it up for adoption. I know you don't think I'll follow through.
I'll give up soccer, and I'll give up the camp if I have to. But I'm
going to have the baby." Tears came to her eyes. "But I won't take any
more arguments."
Her father started, "Oh, for cripe's sake, Kayla!..."
She
raised her hand to stop him. Now she played her trump card. "I've
checked. There are right-to-lifers out there who will offer me a secret
place to stay until the baby comes, to make sure I don't give in to
pressure and have an abortion. I don't want to do that, but I will if I
have to!" She fought back tears but held her ground. Her parents were
speechless.
Kayla stayed at home, she played soccer, and she was a counselor at
Camp Turing, despite her growing belly.
When the time came, she was delighted with her baby girl. She looked
like Mitch, and she named her Michelle.
She
nursed perfect little Michelle for three days, and then signed the
adoption papers. Her parents breathed a huge sigh of relief.
By
the time she gave Michelle up, she knew for certain, deep down, that
Mitch was the father, and that the baby had been conceived years ago.
She also knew that Michelle was a special baby.
She made some efforts to locate "Mitch", but of course they were futile.
A
sensational story was unfolding in Richmond, Virginia. Forty-seven
different girls had gotten pregnant by the same man -- genetic tests on
the infants revealed that. Most of the girls insisted that they had not
had intercourse anywhere near the time when the baby was conceived.
Six, including Kayla, had promptly gotten pregnant again a few months
after giving birth, and their babies had the same father too.
Having
had one unintended and mysterious pregnancy, many girls were happy to
go on the pill after their baby was born. They didn't get pregnant
again, so soon the pill was pushed strongly on all the girls by their
parents.
This man must be a serial rapist of a very unusual
kind. A couple victims half-heartedly claimed they had been raped, but
their stories were quickly dismissed. Speculation raged about how the
man managed this feat. Some speculated that he was not actually raping
the girls but surreptitiously performing artificial insemination on
them. Others suggested he had some unusual drug inducing amnesia. Many
of the girls shared some vision of being taken to a place out of time
and raped, so researchers speculated that perhaps this drug induced
strange memories as well.
The government response to these
startling developments was complex. Initially, honest researchers
investigated it as an unusual scientific phenomenon in need of a
logical explanation.
Two factors soon drove the research
underground. The national security apparatus sensed something they
needed to keep secret. It might be a foreign attack, or it might form
the basis of a potential weapon, but in either case public discussion
should cease.
The other factor was the rise of a church based on
the strange pregnancies and the experiences of the girls. Christianity
did not relish any competing religions.
While it was impossible
to hide the facts, it was possible to generate so much noise that the
truth of the unexplained pregnancies was no longer discernible. Closely
related stories abounded, and all of them were found to be hoaxes or
misunderstandings.
So the general public dismissed the
phenomenon, and the national security apparatus went about studying it
secretly. The best evidence that something truly unusual was happening
was that even when a girl was kept under 24-hour guard after delivering
a baby, she could still become pregnant within a few months if she was
not on the pill.
When one of the girls died under mysterious
circumstances, a highly classified autopsy revealed that where most
girls had eggs in their ovaries waiting to ripen, this girl had nothing
but embryos in her ovaries. It explained the spontaneous pregnancies,
but left open how this was medically possible and how a single man
managed to have fertilized all of these embryos.
One interesting
trend started with Kayla. She had already had a second baby, and knew
that going on the pill was the way to avoid another pregnancy. Yet she
had deliberately stopped taking the pill several months after her
second baby, and she was well along in her third. She wanted the baby.
She wanted it, and knew from the start that she would give it up for
adoption.
Zoe,
Bethany, and Marlene were gathered at Marlene's house. All three had
gotten pregnant within six months of each other. Marlene was due in
four weeks, while Bethany and Zoe had several months to go.
All
three had remembered their joint session with a mysterious man in a
place out of time, and when they looked each other up they found that
their stories matched perfectly.
In Marlene's living room a new
religion was being born. Jesus had returned to earth in the form of a
man who took girls out of time, raped them, filled them with bliss --
and planted in their wombs seeds of children to be born years later
when the girls came of age. These children would be the salvation of
humanity when they in turn grew up. Giving them up for adoption to
other couples was their best path in life.
They named their new religion the Bearing God's Children Church, or
BGCC for short.
The other aspects of the religion were straight from Christianity; none
of these girls had any notable religious imagination.
The
religion quickly gained converts among the scores of girls who were
spontaneously getting pregnant, since they shared the same basic memory.
A
few, like Kayla, had the additional memory of the mysterious man out of
time also being a flesh-and-blood individual named Mitch, but the
church didn't consider that to be of much importance.
I read of all these developments with great interest, of course.
I
couldn't at the time read the classified government reports about the
girls' ovaries being full of embryos. Nonetheless, the most logical
explanation was that my little ejaculations into my dear girls were
somehow making them have babies years later. Strong supporting evidence
was that the girls were remembering correctly exactly what happened
when I raped them in quick time. It appeared that when a young woman
became pregnant with my baby, the witch's amnesia spell wore off.
My
excitement grew as I realized that with each ejaculation I was
impregnating the little girl for life. I became more driven than ever
to find new panties to pull down and new little vaginas to penetrate
and wet with my little blob.
I was the alpha male of all time.
Once I spurted into a little girl, all competing males were shut out of
her future. Her entire reproductive future was mine. She could go on
the pill to limit her pregnancies, but judging from the reactions of
the first girls, and especially those who had joined the BGCC, they
wanted to have as many babies of mine as they could and offer them up
for adoption to worthy homes where they would be cherished. My spawn
was going to spread far and wide throughout the nation.
It
amused me greatly that within the rapidly growing BGCC I was believed
to be the second coming of Christ. There was one similarity: If I were
caught, I would be crucified, at least metaphorically speaking. After
genetic identification, I would be convicted on some thousands of
counts of statutory rape.
My goals and those of the BGCC were
much the same in an important respect: We both liked the idea of my
fucking and impregnating as many little girls as possible. Why not get
them to help me?
For starters, I would try to get the BGCC to line up the little girls
for me to rape instead of my having to hunt them down.
Meghan
sat at a desk in what had been the living room of an elegant home in
Richmond. She was one of the unpaid staff at the headquarters of
Bearing God's Children Church.
A hand-addressed envelope without
return address caught Meghan's attention as she sorted through the
morning mail. She opened and read the hand-written note within. Her
eyes went wide and her heart pounded in her chest. "Oh, my God, oh my
God!"
"What?" asked Wendy, racing to her side.
"To the
Chosen: Five wee lasses ye shall find, and lay them without clothing
upon soft cloth, beneath the Great Oak. This ye shall do at sunset on
the morrow. A note of one hundred of the currency of the age ye shall
leave between two toes of each, and ye shall know it is I for it shall
have gone. From one hundred paces keep watch. "I am who I am"
What
can I say? I had no experience at being a deity. The new Christ wasn't
going to write in Aramaic or Greek or whatever it was. At the other
extreme, maintaining a Twitter or Facebook page seemed decidedly
undignified for God. Archaic language had the ring of authority to it,
I thought, and it resembled at least superficially the language of the
beloved King James bible.
Asking for money seemed a bit sleazy, but then I realized that in many
traditions holy men were beggars.
Putting
the money between the girls' toes sounded weird, but I had a problem. I
couldn't just pick up any object from quick time and bring it back to
real time with me. It was frozen. When I kissed a girl she and her
clothing thawed, but none of the surrounding objects. The money between
her toes would be soft, I assumed. Later I could instruct the BGCC to
put the money in her clothing if I wasn't ordering up naked virgins.
I
started asking for mere C bills, but I figured I could ramp up my
financial requests over time. It's easy enough to raise money for God's
works, but it's even easier when God Himself is asking you to turn over
the dough.
The cash would let me quit my job, and within months I found I could
devote far more of my time to impregnating little girls.
The
Church worked quickly to fulfill my first request. I thought my note
was plenty long as it was, but it still left quite a bit open. After
much discussion, they decided to include among the five girls one of my
own daughters. The oldest of them was four-year-old Michelle, Kayla's
daughter. Converts had daughters of all ages, and the church picked
four others they thought I would like. All of the parents were a little
nervous, for I hadn't said what I was going to do with them. Hopefully
just rape the little dears, but they weren't certain.
It hadn't
occurred to me that they would wonder what I was planning to do to the
tender young maids. I had nothing in mind but insinuating my small cock
into their little pussies and leaving them with a little blob of my
magical stuff.
It hadn't occurred to them that I as a deity
would not know that one of the five was my own daughter, but as it
turned out it didn't matter. Perhaps my lust muddled my moral compass,
but I had no problem at all fucking my own daughters. It was especially
exciting.
I
froze time some blocks away from the Great Oak and strode quickly among
the frozen cars. I spied three little knots of adults watching from the
specified hundred paces in three different directions. As I approached,
I saw that five luscious little girls were lying naked.
I kissed the youngest awake -- my daughter Michelle, though I didn't
know that at the time.
"Hi," she said with a shy smile. She spread her legs. "Want to poke me
in the peepee?"
I
had figured they would tell the girls what to expect. Memories from
quick time did not follow the girls back to real life, but they came
into quick time knowing everything they knew from the real world,
including in this case how to act when God raped them.
Little
Sarah's tender thighs were spread somewhat. Following them upward with
my eyes, they came together at her tender pussy lips, which when pushed
aside revealed her tender little cunt hole. Maybe a deity wouldn't
refer to it as a "cunt", but I wasn't a deity. I was a lusty man who
wanted to penetrate my mate and fill her with the fruit of my balls.
I
set right about doing exactly that. And with the proportions of cock
and cunt in harmony, little Sarah didn't mind in the least. Her ecstasy
overwhelmed her a second or two after mine, and her pleasure had
religious overtones, to the extent a three-year-old can apprehend such
things. At the same time, my sperm took off to storm her ovaries and
claim all the eggs as mine. In this way I fathered the first 15 of my
inbred children, ones who had 3/4 of my genes.
Sarah had barely
moved from her shimmery shadow. I almost forgot to take the money from
between her toes before I kissed her all over before ending at her
nose, freezing her again.
I took the other four one after the other, freezing each before thawing
the next.
The
oldest asked me if I wanted some other sexual position, like from the
rear. I thanked her but said missionary worked great for me. She
obligingly spread her thighs wide and helped my little organ into her.
She was big enough for my full cock, and it had only a brief tussle
with her adolescent cunt before surging through to ecstasy.
When
I unfroze time, five content, energized girls got up to return to their
waiting parents. The girls were a bit disappointed, since they
remembered nothing. But as God had promised, the money was gone.
I
kept my true identity well hidden, but developed a regular
communication channel with the BGCC. I could send letters and both
sides could leave notes in pre-designated locations.
It was
clear they wanted the church to spread beyond the Richmond area, and I
could see the advantages. So God ordered new centers to open up in the
vicinity of LA, New York, Chicago, and Houston.
That meant I had
to get there. I flew coach class and aroused no suspicion. For the most
part I left the girls alone on the plane because the spaces are so
cramped. But if a cutie who caught my fancy walked past on her way to
the bathroom, I would catch and fuck and impregnate her. But that was
rare. My body could use a full day's break from fucking now and then
anyway.
Originally I had assumed that quick time was a place I
shouldn't stay for long, but as the months and years rolled on I got
more and more comfortable there. The girls needed to get back within an
hour, but that didn't mean I did. The frozen people all around me were
not waiting around bored; time simply didn't move for them.
So
after sending a girl back with a kiss on her tender nose I could relax
on my camping mattress. Sometimes I napped. I sometimes brought a lunch
in to quick time with me. A lunch break between fucks was refreshing.
The
BGCC lined up thousands of young virgins for sacrifice. Instead of a
horrible death, I graced them with the most intense pleasure they had
ever felt, sometimes a boost to their intellectual and social capacity
-- and a lifetime's worth of God's babies.
The BGCC didn't just provide rows of little girls lying on their backs.
They used their creativity to spice things up.
In
arranging one liaison the BGCC requested that I bring a flashlight.
Winding through a couple corridors my flashlight was soon the only
source of light. In the center room was a multistory unusual structure,
a maze in three dimensions. The maze walls were a coarse mesh and the
floors were transparent, so there were lines of sight throughout the
structure, but getting to what a person could see wasn't necessarily so
easy.
In my flashlight beam I saw the eight girls, all
beautiful, all naked, ranging in age from about 8 to 12. I kissed them
awake one by one, stopping for a quick caress of each one as she became
warm and soft.
I played my light over the climbing structure so
they could get a sense of what was there, but later realized that they
had played on this many times before and were quite familiar with it.
I
turned off my flashlight, gave them a head start, and then plunged in
after them. I noticed tiny dim red lights moving through the structure.
They were affixed to the naked girls, though I hadn't noticed that
before when my flashlight was on.
"Bet you can't catch me!" called one voice.
"My pussy's feeling very lonely, where are you?"
"I'm a little scared of the dark. Can you come hug me?"
"You can't fuck us 'til you find us," one crooned in a low, suggestive
voice.
I
crept as quietly as I could. After maneuvering so that no mesh was
between me and a light, I lunged and grabbed. I caught flesh. Moving in
on my prey with my other hand I quickly discovered that I had an ankle.
It
doesn't take any light to maneuver from any identifiable part of a girl
to her reproductive treasure. Hand over hand I quickly wrestled my
first catch onto her back, straddled her, and dove in. I was feeling
like a conquering animal, and I didn't need many strokes to make this
one mine. One small spurt, a limp girl awash in ecstasy, and a dozen
babies planted.
The next one's light was on her nose. It is no
harder to navigate downward from a nose than up from an ankle. She
struggled some, but I could tell it was pretend. I bred her too.
I
had done four of them by the time 45 minutes had passed, and they
mentioned they were getting anxious. I turned my flashlight back on so
they could all see their way out of the maze.
I hadn't found
that "You can't fuck us 'til you find us" girl, and she had taunted me
a couple more times. She had meant it in fun but it still irked me that
I hadn't been able to find her. Now that they were out of the maze, I
had a hunch which one it was. I tickled her to get her to say
something, and her voice confirmed her identity. I then wrestled her to
the floor and gave her a good fucking with my mini-penis.
Eight kisses on eight noses and that sweet episode was over.
Hecate's
"clothes" were quite unusual. Her skirt was really just an afterthought
connected to the side of a giant cloth and foam thing. When I kissed
her, the thing thawed with her, because it was part of her clothes. To
some extent, reality followed the letter and not the spirit of the
witch's spell. Hecate promptly stepped out of the skirt, revealing pink
panties with sparkles. She looked to be about eight.
"Get Laura
and Sissy too," she said. Laura was about six, and dressed in a white
diaphanous shift. Sissy looked to be about one year old and was wearing
a pink shirt and pink pants. BGCC often had "extras", and I wondered
briefly what role she would play. I thawed them both with gentle kisses.
On a second look, the giant cloth and foam thing was a fair
representation of a girl's upper thighs and pussy.
Hecate
took one giant pussy lip and Laura the other and they pulled them back,
smiling at me. I removed my robe and underpants to reveal my male
organ. All three girls gave it a curious look. Inside was a little
cave, the walls covered in a fleshy red satin. I offered Sissy my hand
and we crawled inside. Hecate and Laura followed us. It was a cozy fit
for the four of us, maybe the size of a single bed, but clearly in the
shape of a vagina, and with its tubular shape we all tended to roll
together.
Hecate and Laura brushed their hands all over me.
Laura
whispered in my ear, "You can have my virginity any time you want. My
little cunt's right under my shift." She set to licking my cheek gently.
Hecate spoke in my other ear, "What's inside my panties is all yours."
Sissy piped up with, "Naked!"
Hecate's
hand gently stroked my first stage penis. Everyone at the BGCC knew
that the upper stage was sensitive and shy. It wanted only one kind of
touch: envelopment in little girl cunts.
I slid my fingers along
the elastic of Hecate's panties and then slid inside to cup her little
girl sex. I slid the other one up under Laura's shift to cup hers. It
was a tough choice. I felt a sudden surge of lust and chose Laura
because I could get into her a fraction of a second sooner. I pushed
her back gently and started moving our loins together.
"Oh, goody!" she said, wiggling her hips back and forth.
Hecate's
hands were all over me. "Let me watch you fuck her," she whispered with
excitement. My cock rapidly closed on Laura's virgin sex. She held her
lips open with one hand, and with the other pointed right at her
vaginal opening.
My tip found the opening within her hymen and
pressed in. Her small, shy, warm cunt enveloped me. My own lubrication
made it an easy in and out. My inward stroke ended when the wider tip
of my lower-stage penis bumped against her little cunt opening.
"Oh, that's so exciting!" Laura whispered.
"Fuck
fuck!" said Sissy, making the other three of us laugh briefly. Who
taught her that? But my serious sexual hunger quieted us again rapidly.
Sissy leaned against me and whispered in my ear, "Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck..." I never had enjoyed so much taking orders from a one-year-old.
"I like your balls," Hecate said, stroking them gently. "Give her some
of what they make!"
My tiny penis was engorged, hard, intrusive, and just about ready to
spit. "Oh, Laura, I'm almost there," I panted.
"Start
my babies!" she said. That was all it took. I twitched, and my orgasm
was enriched by the sight of Laura's shift scrunched up revealing her
little girl pussy. Hecate's presence beside me helped too: her pink
panties covering her own little cunt, her hair brushing my shoulder,
her lips nibbling my ear, one hand on my chest and the other on my
balls. Laura let out a huge moan and lay back in an ecstatic daze.
"Happy!" said Sissy.
The
four of us collapsed together in a pile while Laura and I panted.
Hecate kept teasing me with her nibbles and caresses. Within two
minutes her ministrations had their effect as my penis rose again, the
little tip extruding once more after picking up more lubrication from
its sheath.
I slithered around to face Hecate squarely. "Your turn," I said with an
evil grin.
"Me?" she asked shyly. I nodded.
Hecate
was a truly gorgeous girl, and I set about licking and caressing her
entire face, neck, and torso. She wiggled and squirmed happily. I
worked my fingers inside her panties, then helped her wriggle out of
them. I backed partway out of the giant vagina to position my tongue
right at her little pussy. I wanted to know her girl parts in every way
I could. I gazed at her, licked, and smelled. But my organ was
twitching for its turn, so I slid my body back up the red satin vagina.
Laura had recovered and then crawled down past us, then plopped Sissy
on her lap down below us in our little vaginal cave.
"Watch,
Sissy, watch them do it. See that little hole there in Hecate -- there
it is, now her pussy lips are spread apart. See God's thingy. The
little part at the end goes in girls like us. Watch, and you'll see it
slide right into that hole in Hecate's pussy. There! It was just inside
my cunt, and he shot out the holy stuff to start all my babies and make
me feel really good. And he's going to do that with Hecate soon. See it
going in and out?" Sissy nodded. "See God's body tense up. He works
hard to give us the stuff."
"Oh, Hecate," I cried, fixing her eyes with mine and feeling the spasm
starting. "You're so sexy! Unnnnhhh!"
"See he holds it all the way in, so the holy stuff goes just where it
should and doesn't leak?"
A second after she received my gift Hecate trembled and whispered
incoherently with pleasure.
"And now Hecate feels better than she ever has in her life. And God has
started all her babies."
As
our breathing slowed, Hecate and I relaxed, bodies deliciously
intertwined, then started dozing. Laura played quietly with Sissy.
After
twenty minutes I figured it was time to send these girls back, so I
rose to sitting, as did Hecate. Sissy stood between the two big girls.
"One
more thing," said Hecate. She and Laura slowly tugged down Sissy's pink
pants; she wore no panties or diaper beneath. "Isn't she pretty?"
I
had been admiring Sissy's pretty face and wide blue eyes for some time,
and now her own small girl's pussy was exposed. They mostly look alike,
girls' pussies, but they are all beautiful.
"Some day, Sissy, some day," I said.
"Mother Jane wondered if you might want her now," said Laura. "Only if
you want."
Sissy
was young, and I wouldn't have thought of her in a sexual way. But my
organ was very stiff and ready, and her young cunt was right in front
of me. I reached out to stroke it gently. Sissy smiled.
"It might be your turn, Sissy," said Hecate. "You want to be a big girl
too?" Sissy nodded.
The
pink pants came down all the way, and the pink top came off. Hecate
held Sissy's lips apart. Her cunt hole was small, of course, but it had
less of a hymen than many girls do. My mini-penis would fit. I was
ready to do her.
"Oh, you're such a lucky girl, Sissy!" said Laura.
"Fuck
fuck!" said Sissy. The big girls lay her on her back and I loomed over
her to get in position. As my mini-penis approached, Sissy started
giggling.
I saw my tiny tip enter her tiny little cunt and felt
that hot bath that all girl cunts give me. As I wiggled back and forth
Sissy laughed and then squirmed a bit, but Hecate and Laura held her
pretty still. I pushed gently until I felt the little tip hit against
the back of her little cunt.
It was special. Sissy giggled and
looked at me. Her tiny cunt gave so much pleasure! As I started
tensing, Sissy said "Fuck, happy, fuck, happy..." I gave the wee thing
my precious gift, my vision dimming and spinning as I bathed in intense
pleasure.
Sissy squeaked and turned into a rag doll, and Laura and Hecate laughed
gently.
After
some more time to caress each other's flesh and relax, we all crawled
out, and by then all three were anxious to go merge with their shadows.
I kissed Laura's nose, then Sissy's. Hecate and I watched them freeze
again, and then I kissed Hecate's cheeks a couple times before
descending to nuzzle my horizontal lips against her divine vertical
ones. Finally I rose and kissed her nose.
I
entered the room in quick time to find a girl of perhaps twelve
spread-eagled, bound to the four bedposts. She had on a light blue
dress. On the foot of the bed was a sign: "She has been a very bad
girl!" She had long blond hair that had been mussed up about her head,
blue eyes, a straight nose of modest size, and a beautifully
proportioned round face. Beneath her dress little hints of breasts were
visible. Her calves were shapely and her feet delicate.
I wasn't
sure what sort of violent movements this bad girl might make after I
woke her, so I held her head firmly as I approached and kissed her hard
lips to turn her into the soft flesh of a girl.
As I had feared, she started thrashing her head.
"Let me go, damn it! Untie me!"
"Why, I've been told you are a bad girl. Do you deserve to be punished?
What did you do?"
The girl stopped thrashing but remained silent.
"Well, it must have been pretty bad then."
I ran my hands along her arms. "Very nice," I said.
"Don't touch me!" she said.
"Oh, I think I'm going to touch you a lot."
I
was wearing shorts and a T-shirt. After climbing onto the bed and
straddling her, I used both hands to hold her head down firmly against
the pillow, face to one side, and then brought my lips to her ear. I
nibbled and licked and enjoyed her smell. Then I whispered, "I'm going
to touch you in some private places, too."
She groaned.
"So,
what do we have here?" I asked, rubbing my hands over her upper neck
and chest. I could feel she had no bra on. "Some gentle rises. I wonder
what they are?"
I slowly started unbuttoning the front of her
dress until her sternum showed. She squirmed and shook her head. I slid
my hand under the fabric to her right. My hand soon surrounded a small
breastlet. It was her body's first experiment in breast-making, but it
would scale up nicely. I did the same on her left side. Then I
continued unbuttoning the dress down to her bellybutton, so I could
slide it aside to reveal both subtle mounds.
"Very nice!" I said, massaging each barely perceptive mound with one
hand.
As I slowly lowered my head towards her right breastlet, smiling at
her, she said, "Don't you dare!"
I
ignored her and licked all around her aureole. The nipple slowly firmed
up in my mouth. I gave the other breast the same treatment.
"This looks like the body of a girl who is awakening sexually," I said.
She gritted her teeth and sighed, looking away.
"Where
is there anything else on a girl's body that is related to sex? Let me
think..." I said, shifting my body downward and kneeling between her
splayed legs.
The blue dress was stretched across her knees. I
massaged at the top of one calf, then slowly slid one hand up the
inside of her thigh, out of view under the dress.
"Hard to reach here, without moving the dress," I said, as I slowly
slid it up to mid-thigh.
"I've
always wondered what girls are hiding up under their dresses," I said.
I rested each hand on an inner thigh, then followed the gorgeous smooth
skin up to where the legs met in folds of skin and a bit of hair. I
couldn't see exactly what was what. That required flipping the dress up
completely.
"Oh look here!" I said. "No cock! No balls! But they say girls have sex
organs; Where could they be hiding?"
I brushed my hand lightly over her sparse thin hair.
"Please!" she said.
"You want me to stop?"
"Yes!"
"Will you tell me what you did that was so bad?"
She hesitated. "I made my little brother pull down his pants and I
started rubbing his peepee."
I laughed out loud. "Well, then this seems perfectly fair, doesn't it?"
She was silent.
I gently parted her pussy lips to reveal those elusive sex organs, most
notably her cunt opening.
"I'm thinking I would like to mate with you. Would you like that?'
"No!" she cried.
I started stroking my fingers up and down her lips lightly, pausing at
her clit each time.
Soon I could see her pussy tissues swelling and reddening. Slick fluid
now moistened her cunt opening.
"Oh,
but look at that! Your body likes the idea of mating! It's not totally
mature yet, but it looks very interested. I wonder whose word I should
take here, yours or your body's?"
"Mine!" she said. "Leave my privates alone!" If she was feeling
pleasure from my stroking she hid it well.
"Oh!"
I said. "But your privates would be very disappointed if I left them
alone. I think they are eager for their first mating! So it's two to
one in favor of the mating, me and your body against just you. And you
might be lying, but I can tell your body isn't lying!"
"I'm not lying," she whimpered.
I
pulled off my T-shirt and shorts. My organ was of course hard and ready
to go. "Wait, I guess it's three to one, since my body is in favor
too!" She eyed my cock with trepidation.
"It's a little
different," I said. "There's something extra no other man has," I said,
showing the little mini-penis at the tip. "That lets me slide into
little girls without stretching out their tissues. The rest of it is
for a full fuck with a big girl. Are you a big girl or a little girl?"
I asked.
Eying my cock, she said, "Little girl" in a small voice.
"We'll
see. Your cunt is pretty wet, and it's been growing these past couple
years. I think maybe that cunt's pleading 'I'm a big girl! I'm a big
girl! I want all of it!'"
"That's not a very nice word," she said.
"Which?"
"The C-word."
"Oh,
'cunt'? I think it's nice. I think it's a rich, earthy word, belonging
with the slick, the hot, the urgent press of hard tissue in soft. Cunt,
cunt, cunt! Of course, I'm not calling you a cunt, since you're a whole
girl. But I'm calling your cunt a cunt."
I leaned down with my lips between her legs.
"So,
cunt, would you like to mate?" I pretended to listen. "That wasn't very
convincing. Let's see what we can do to persuade you completely."
I
licked the fine light nectar from all around her pussy parts. As I
gently probed her cunt with my tongue and licked, the fluid I swallowed
was soon replaced by more.
Then I focused my tongue right at her
little clit and began a slow, luxurious licking. Her cunt got wetter,
and she gave off an alluring smell. I paused.
"Your cunt's giving off the smell that says, 'Mate with me!'"
"No..." she said.
I
returned to my licking. She started squirming her hips in spite of
herself, making little choked moans. Down between her legs she was
fully engorged. Her body was completely ready.
"Now do you want to mate, cunt? ... Now it gives a resounding 'yes'!
What do you say?"
"No!" she cried in anguish.
"The reason our two bodies are so interested in mating is so my cock
can deliver the sperm to make a baby. Do you want a baby?"
"No!"
"I think you're being too controlling of your body. Your body is
growing up and needs some independence. And it wants a baby!"
"No... Besides, I'm too young to have a baby!" she said. Maybe she had
the tiniest hope she could deter me.
I
laughed. "Maybe you're too young now, but my body is very insistent.
When my sperm come out, they wriggle right to your ovaries and
fertilize every single egg you have. When you start having periods,
you'll have my babies one after the other. Maybe twelve in all, or
maybe twenty!"
All girls knew about the spontaneous pregnancies,
but the reminder and the immediacy affected her. A new edge of panic
showed on her face.
"Do you want my babies?"
She shook her head.
"Oh, come on, why not?"
She shook her head again.
"Well, the three of us are eager for the mating, so we're going to go
ahead. You can sulk if you want."
I slid down on her to get myself into position.
The hot slick welcome her cunt gave me was familiar, but it was as
exquisite as ever. I never tired of the sensation.
My
little penis was all the way in, and now my lower-stage tip pressed
against her cunt opening. I nudged it in a little deeper on each
stroke. Soon I could feel my tip pressing against her cunt muscle ring.
It was tight.
"So I could press farther, and stretch your cunt
into the shape of a woman's, or I could just deliver my sperm up inside
you from here."
"Just do it from there," she said meekly, panting.
"Did I just hear you ask me to give you my sperm?"
"No!" she said.
"I can hear your cunt. It wants to be a big girl cunt, even if it hurts
a little."
"No, no..."
"On the count of three," I said, panting a little.
"One..."
"No."
"Two..."
"No, no!"
"THREE! UNNNHH!"
She let out one sob, then fought back tears.
Her hymen was broken and I was past the cunt ring, and now with each
stroke I rapidly filled her up deeper.
"Aaaaah! That's nice!" I said.
I began fucking with a long, smooth motion. Her slick cunt hugged me
tight. It felt wonderful.
"I
could stop and pull out now," I said. "And you wouldn't get pregnant.
The instant I shoot out my sperm, you're pregnant for life. Would you
like me to stop?"
"Yes," she said, but with less conviction.
"Listen to your cunt. It wants to get pregnant so bad it is sending you
wave after wave of pleasure, more each time.
"You're going to thank me for this, just as soon as I shoot it into
you."
"I am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Well, there's no use arguing over matters of fact."
"Am not!"
She
gnashed her teeth. I looked down to see her chest heaving, the nipples
on her breastlets now sticking out boldly. Her body glowed with the
subtlest hint of moisture. Looking below, her sparse silky pubic mat
was getting mashed each time by my heavy, dark mat. Both were notably
damp. I was pumping into her with deep, long strokes, getting faster.
On each outstroke the bottom of my hard, slick and unstoppable
first-stage tube appeared and then disappeared up inside her again. I
could feel my little tip lodged in the indentation of her cervix,
moving only the slightest bit with each stroke, having found its home.
Her eyes were locked on mine now, pleading with me -- but what was she
pleading for? She was at war within herself.
I
continued, "I'm getting close, now. It feels great! This is heaven!
Mmmmmmm!" After a pause, "Your cunt wants it! Feel the pleasure!"
She closed her eyes and shook her head the tiniest bit.
I was pistoning away with abandon now, her hot wet cunt clutching me
tightly.
"Look at me while I fuck you pregnant!" I panted urgently.
Her eyes shot open and locked on mine, still shaking her head the
tiniest bit, biting her lip.
The ejaculation sequence started. "Can't stop any more, oh baby."
Just then she shrieked and spasmed with orgasm, her cunt pulsing around
me.
"UUUNNNNNNNHHHHH!" I said as I jammed my cock deep and spurted.
A second later her orgasm was overwhelmed by the other kind, the
superorgasm, and her face lay slack with an ecstatic grin.
I lay down on her, feeling flesh against flesh for a few seconds before
sliding a bit to the side to let her breathe.
After
a minute, her breathing slowed enough that she could talk. "Oh, thank
you so much! Thank you! Mmmmmm. You were right about everything! I
should have known it would be great, but I didn't believe you. You
raped me! But it was so exciting to be raped! Thanks soooo much for
raping me!"
All told we had been at this for 45 minutes, and her anxiety began to
war with her ecstasy.
"All pregnant," I said. "Set with babies for life!"
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She reached up to give me a big
kiss.
With
a last caress of her face I gave my happy, pregnant girl a kiss on her
nose. Her body turned hard again as it left quick time.
The
years rolled by. In ever-increasing numbers my daughters and sons kept
popping out of the girls I had possessed. The tide actually made a dent
in the backlog of couples waiting to adopt.
Kayla's eldest
daughter was Michelle, and I had first fucked her as part of the
quintet that was the first offering BGCC made for me. I had kept
fucking her now and then. She had come of age on the early side, and
found herself pregnant at the age of 13.
My first grandchild was
a bouncing baby girl named Victoria. She was a remarkable child from
birth. She was beautiful, and had a sort of aura that it was hard to
put one's finger on, but we had the sense there was even more to her
than an aura.
Victoria started talking at six months, and was
reasonably fluent by one year of age. The mothers of the church and I
agreed that it would be good of me to breed her as soon as possible. At
eighteen months I thawed Victoria into quick time and mated with her
gently. She seemed to know what was happening more than any child her
age ever had. I was in awe of her -- a little frightened, even.
Her
vagina was different too. It seemed like her hot and wet tube, small as
it was, generated electricity in my brain with every in and out stroke,
and I felt like I was getting a slow and steady heroin and cocaine
injection -- not that I have ever experienced that directly.
We
suspected it from the start, but it was soon confirmed: All of my
granddaughters remembered their quick time exploits, while my daughters
were like other girls and only regained their memories when a baby
actually started growing in their wombs, much later.
From the
earliest days we had known that repeated doses of my semen actually
improved girls' intelligence, confidence, and wisdom. In an effort to
help Victoria achieve her destiny I brought her into quick time twice
each week and fucked a little more semen into her each time.
She
started reading and surfing the web at age three and took in prodigious
amounts of information. She also spent time just staring off into
space. There was something extraordinary going on in that little head,
but we didn't know what.
Unexplained
and seemingly inexplicable pregnancies attracted attention. I had
exercised some caution from the time the first spontaneous pregnancies
made the news. I entered quick time at a considerable distance from
wherever I was going to take girls, especially after the BGCC was
arranging liaisons for me; there was always the possibility of moles in
the organization. The church also recognized the problem and did a good
job of keeping knowledge of the virgin sacrifices within a small,
trusted group.
A few times I thought I was being followed. It
was probably a figment of my imagination, I reasoned, but better safe
than sorry. I froze time and when I thawed it again I was many blocks
away.
When it finally happened I was totally unprepared.
I later remembered waking blearily from a deep sleep to the prick of a
syringe before losing consciousness again.
I
woke in what seemed like a hotel room, but the door was locked from the
outside. I froze time and searched, but there was no way out. However
fast I could move in quick time, I couldn't walk through doors. When
the door finally opened it revealed a doorway beyond consisting of a
narrow vertical slit covered with cloth strips. When a man walked
through, the strips parted just enough to let him pass. At no instant
was there enough of an opening for me to fit through, even if I went
into quick time at exactly the right moment.
I was poked and prodded endlessly. My special penis was studied from
all angles.
Then
the interrogations began. I was interviewed over and over, day and
night, by kind people, mean people, gorgeous women, and even little
girls.
Then began the drugs, the electrodes, strange sounds,
weird lights, and sleep deprivation. They readily got from me
everything I knew. They found out where I lived in real life and where
the BGCC and I left notes for each other. That was about all; I really
didn't have any interesting secrets. But that didn't stop them from
continuing with their varied and sophisticated tortures. Life had gone
from exceedingly pleasant to a nightmare.
One night I awoke to a
gentle touch on my arm. Standing by my bed was none other than
Victoria, looking far more worn and weary than any six-year-old should
look. My first thought was that she had been captured too and
imprisoned with me.
"Victoria! Why are you here?"
"I'm here to set you free," she said. She looked bedraggled, her eyes
dull. "But first, take me to quick time and fuck me, OK?"
Pausing for sex in the middle of an escape seemed a bit self-indulgent,
but I froze time and kissed her into it with me.
She pulled down her jeans and panties and said, "Oh, please, quick!"
She lay on my bed.
I
would have done my best for Victoria under any circumstances. But my
sexual apparatus had not been happy with the sudden cessation of all
sex when I was captured, and I was all too happy to get into Victoria's
pants for my own pleasure. During my capture I had been presented with
many little girls with pussies displayed in alluring fashion, but I had
resisted temptation and refused to mate with them while I was a
prisoner.
I had to keep myself from coming just watching my
little prong approaching my sweet granddaughter's spread lips. I thrust
inside, and within five strokes I came. My feeling of ecstasy was
magnified from my long drought of sex, and instead of spurting once, I
could feel another little blob coming out of the tip of my mini-penis,
then another, and another. I lost count but think there were about ten.
Victoria
moaned and relaxed. She smiled at me, though she still looked weary.
"You don't know how wonderful that was," she said. After a moment, with
what seemed like a profound effort, she returned to the situation at
hand. "After you refreeze me, stay in quick time and leave! The doors
should all be open. Then go to 57 Hawthorne Street." I committed it to
memory.
"What about you?"
"I will be safe. Trust me."
I
hesitated. My precocious granddaughter had managed to get into a highly
secure facility. I had no idea what I could do to help with her plan,
so I decided I had to trust her. I kissed her on the lips and gave her
a quick hug, then kissed her nose to freeze her.
The narrow slit
in the outer door was held open enough for me to squeeze through. I
walked hundreds of yards and through at least a dozen different doors.
Some were unusual: a thick door like you see on a bank safe, a door
that sealed like the ones on a ship, a very thin but very heavy one,
one made of very thick plastic. They had really not wanted me to
escape! But all the doors were open, so I walked out just as Victoria
had planned. There were guards too, but naturally they were all frozen
in place.
I
made my way on foot to the address to 57 Hawthorne, which was a mile
away -- this facility had not been placed in the middle of a
residential area! At the address there was a small sign on the door:
"Go around back."
Around back another sign invited me to switch
to real time, take a shower and dress in the clean clothes provided. I
was then to drive the car that was in the driveway to another address
in a city a couple hours away.
An instruction sheet in the car explained the situation.
Many
of my daughters had come to suspect that I was not a God but a man --
but a very important man. Once I had been captured, Victoria had found
them and recruited them into an organization with the immediate goal of
freeing me.
I had never before revealed my identity in the real
world. But if the government could track me down once, it could
probably do it again. Now my location would remain a secret from
everyone except the organization formed to protect me. We would call it
the Order of Mark.
It was strange to walk in real time through a
door into a house with a half dozen young women. Should I say, "Hey
girls, daddy's home!" It didn't go exactly like that. They all treated
me with near reverence. To help break the ice and develop a bit more
informality I took them into quick time one by one. They were all
delighted to be fucked, and of course they all cherished the
superorgasm I gave them.
As fully mature women, my daughters
were no longer quite as attractive to me as they had been as
adolescents, but they were still plenty attractive. They all had mature
vaginas, of course, so my entire cock fit inside them. I relished the
chance to fuck each of them to the hilt.
I had no end of questions, but they said Victoria would be back shortly
and explain everything.
I
was excited by these new developments -- but also exhausted from my
ordeal. The exhaustion eventually won out and I drifted into a sound
sleep.
I could see it was a girl in the dim light, but not much else.
"Victoria?" I asked.
"Yeah. Can you take me into quick time and do me again?"
I could and did, and before a second had passed on the clocks of the
world we were back.
Her eyes got misty. "Can I snuggle with you in bed?"
I
would have done anything for this remarkable girl who had saved my
life. But snuggling with a beautiful six-year-old was no sacrifice for
me. I corrected myself -- she was now seven.
As she snuggled against me she started crying softly.
"I'm sorry," I said. "What's wrong?"
"Soon
I'll explain, but not yet," she said, sniffling. She curled her small
body within the embrace of my much larger one, and I gently stroked her
hair and face until she fell asleep.
I woke in the night to a voice in my ear, "Can you do me again?"
All
we needed to do was remove the covers, hugging each other naked. I
froze time, kissed her, and seeded her again -- it felt great, of
course, and I was delighted to feel her relax. She was still in the
shimmering shadow she had come out of. I kissed her nose and said
"Thaw" to send us both back to real time.
I felt a new kind of
tenderness towards this child. However extraordinary she might be, at
one level she was still a seven-year-old girl.
I must have slept soundly. When I woke again and turned, Victoria was
smiling at me. I yawned and stretched.
"Now we can talk," she said. We lay on our sides in bed, a couple feet
apart and facing each other.
"Remember
you used to do me a couple times a week? Towards the end of that time,
I was discovering magic. Powerful magic. Your surges inside me, those
ecstasies, fueled my knowledge and power.
"I didn't want to say
anything to anyone until I was surer of what the magic could do. Then
when they caught you, I kicked myself because I had waited too long.
"Of course when you disappeared the BGCC church went crazy. You stopped
showing up and stopped writing notes.
"I
was frightened too. I had known you were no God for a long time -- you
big faker!" She reached over to tickle me briefly, with a
seven-year-old smile. I squirmed a bit, then put on a sheepish look.
"I
stumbled my way through magic knowledge to find what had happened to
you. Reading minds here and there. Then when I found where you were, my
heart sank. Without your little doses of sperm my magic was getting
depleted, and I would have to do a ton of magic to get you free.
"I
could read minds, a little, and quickly found that your daughters -- my
aunts -- were different from all the others. They understood, and soon
I had them organized. Some of your daughters rented this house without
the BGCC knowing. I told the BGCC inner circle that I had an idea for
getting God to come back. They were very unhappy that I wouldn't share
my plan with them, but they knew I was special, and they had no better
ideas.
I got the sisters to gather as many of your other
granddaughters as they could find, all the way down to the infants. I
touched each one and pretended to pray, but I was actually getting a
bit of magic energy from each of them.
"I was so frustrated
because I knew I was wasting energy figuring out how the magic worked,
but I found the way to control minds, just a little -- just enough.
"Six
of them were kind of like me, with a fair amount of power. One day we
put our plan in motion: a couple of your daughters spirited the seven
of us away to this house, and the BGCC hasn't seen us since. I let the
other six in on the secret and told them a bit about what I knew about
magic, and found I could get a bit more magic energy out of them.
"When
the plan was in place for your escape, I knew I needed a lot of energy,
so I drained them a bit more. The first one, poor Kathy..." tears
welled up in her eyes, "I drained her too much and she died! I didn't
know!"
It was a shock to think that a girl had died in the
effort to rescue me, but I decided to worry about that later. Victoria
was the one who needed my help right now. "It's OK," I said. "I know
you were doing your very best." At that she cried, and it was a minute
before she was ready to go on.
"I was ready to give up, but the
others insisted we had to keep going. The others I drained less, and
although they cried and admitted it hurt they insisted I get a little
more because we needed it to save you, and finally, I got enough! I did
it! I rescued you!" She beamed at me.
"I fiddled with enough
minds to get the doors open so I could get in. I knew you could get out
in quick time. I knew I couldn't get back out unless I could get you to
give me more cum stuff again. I saved my last magic to get ten spurts
out of you instead of just one, and then I could keep the spells going
long enough to get out.
"If that part hadn't worked I would have
died. I had a little suicide pill in case I didn't make it, so they
couldn't torture secrets out of me."
I was stunned and
bewildered. I had to believe in magic, of course, since a witch had set
up this entire reality which had let me gorge myself on my fantasies,
fucking hundreds upon hundreds of little girls. But this was a whole
new angle on the subject. I had a granddaughter with the power to
overcome the best defenses of the US national security apparatus.
I hugged her to me. "Oh, Victoria, I'm so proud of you!"
She
looked into my eyes briefly, then started crying her heart out. "I'm
just a little girl! I'm just a little girl! I wasn't grown up enough
for all that!" I comforted her as best I could. My heart was
overflowing with love and compassion for the poor thing.
"So what can I do for you?"
"Well, for starters, would you take me off to never-never land and fuck
me once more?"
That was no sooner said than done.
She
smiled. "Finally I feel pretty good. I've got my energy back -- more
than I ever had before. When I was stumbling in magic land, I kept
discovering channels, places I could go if only I had more of your
energy.
"Enough of that," she said, and made a big effort to sober up.
"Upstairs
there are five of your little granddaughters who are very unhappy
little girls, because I stole most of their energy. I think they feel
like they are having a very bad flu. What they need is you to fuck
them, again and again and again, like you did me."
If these
girls were in such trouble, why had she been wasting time telling me
all the details and taking all of my sperm for herself?
"I
thought I should get myself charged as much as I possibly can, so I can
detect any progress the bad guys make in following our trail. So far, I
haven't sensed any." Then her lip quivered. "But I don't know if I was
just a selfish little girl who wanted to feel good first! I can't
tell!" And she cried again.
"I know you did the right thing," I
said. I didn't really know it, but this was a time when a little girl
could use a grown-up's certainty. I held her a little longer.
"OK, now you should go to them. My three-quarters sisters, I guess they
are."
I
held Victoria's face in my hands. "I know you did the right thing, I am
so proud of you and I love you so much. I trust you to know how much
energy to put into monitoring the danger, and for the rest of it, do
any little girl thing you want to do, OK!" I gave her a little kiss on
the lips.
"OK," she said, looking down a bit shyly. "Thanks, daddy." After a
pause she added, "Thanks, grandpa."
And
with that I was off to help my other granddaughters. They were in sorry
shape indeed. Someone had had the foresight to deck them out alluring
outfits -- see-through dresses, sparkling panties, thongs and the like.
I fucked as I had never fucked before. As soon as I dosed one little
girl's cunt I tried to get it up to go on to the next. Instead of
ecstasy after I delivered my stuff, for the first few times they just
looked a little less miserable. But within a few days they were feeling
OK again, and then the little doses of sperm they got from me made them
feel ecstatic again.
The Bearing God's Children Church was enormously relieved to find I had
returned, and we resumed our former patterns.
The
church had at its core the first generation of my conquests, the ones
who kept having my babies whenever they went off the pill and placing
them in adoptive homes. It also attracted a large number of the
adoptive parents of those babies and many of my sons. And like any
religion, others joined for their own miscellaneous reasons.
The
BGCC served a useful role in providing an umbrella organization which
dealt with the phenomenon of all of my girls bearing my babies one
after another. They also took the brunt of criticism for the idea of
one unknown man fathering so many children. They also continued to
provide me with luscious feasts of little girl virgins for me to mate
with, and they did quite a good job of it.
In contrast to the
Church, the Order of Mark was completely secret. No one outside the
Order knew of the witchcraft; when those outside wondered about whether
supernatural powers were at work, more witchcraft made those people
decide their musings were ridiculous. Spells of illusion and amnesia
helped too. The government was now completely overmatched by the magic
of the Order.
The Order of Mark initially had many of my
daughters, but at its center were my incestuously conceived
granddaughters. As the years went by, more and more of them grew into
their power, forming a growing army of beautiful young witches. We all
wondered just what powers my incestuous great-granddaughters would have
when they arrived.
In folklore, witches are usually bad, while
some are good. Their moral compass is divorced from their essential
nature as witches. My witches were brought up with decent morals, but
they were bound above all to me. The idea of betraying me was
completely foreign to them. I had no power in wizardry myself, but the
fluid that pulsed from the tip of my little penis was the ultimate
source of their power.
They wove a spell that made me stop
aging. Victoria mentioned that as an afterthought one day. Despite all
her wisdom, she was young enough to not realize how profound a change
that made in my outlook.
My love for Victoria began when she saved my life, and only broadened
and deepened with time.
Victoria
had three roles. In quick time she was my lover, and I poked between
her pussy lips with a depth of feeling I had for none of the others.
The bliss I sent her into was special to both of us. During the day she
was my deputy, coordinating the activities of the other witches -- the
powerful ones all younger than she! And at night she was my daughter, a
scared little seven-year-old who had been forced to grow up too soon.
She liked make-believe sometimes, playing at knight and maiden, orc and
human, and aliens in space. She shied away from playing witch, since
that was too much like her day job.
Gradually Victoria grew up,
of course. She developed sexually, as all girls do. On one special day
I finally surged my entire penis into her. We started exploring
sexuality in real time, and then found a style of lovemaking that
worked well for both of us. Our love was seamless, but more and more we
related as husband and wife and less as father and daughter.
She
went off the pill once and bore a son, then a second time and bore a
daughter. We shared an intuition that this daughter would grow up to be
very special, and that it would not be wise to risk giving her a
sister. With some reluctance Victoria stopped at two children.
Earlier
in life I had been unable to maintain relationships with grown women
because the sexual attraction wasn't there. I loved Victoria so much I
never stopped adoring her sexy body, much as most grown men keep loving
their wives as they age into menopause and beyond.
Within
a couple years of my escape I was the ruler of an army of witches, an
army growing constantly in power. This raised the question of what to
do with that power. So far I had been happy in life raping my little
virgins. Power brings responsibility, though I would have been happier
ignoring it.
Underneath all the raping and fucking, I was still
the guy who had kissed an ugly witch because it was the right thing to
do. So I set about saving the world, making it a place where all could
live in harmony with the earth and each other. It sounds quixotic,
perhaps, but with nearly absolute power such a result was not out of
reach. I was a benevolent despot.
The most egregious abuses were
easy enough to curb -- wars and genocides, human slavery, blatant
discrimination, and wanton environmental destruction.
Beyond that the best course was unclear. Just what sort of economic and
political arrangements were best for the world?
This
required study, and that's where my sons and grandsons came into the
picture. They were as totally devoted to me as their sisters, but they
had no hint of magic power in them. Under the tutelage of their
sisters, they were assigned the job of studying politics and economics
and environmental sciences. Each issue had to be studied within the
local cultural context.
We could run an experiment in one province here, a country there, using
elsewhere what worked and discarding what didn't.
As
numerous as the witches became, there were far too few of them to
direct the running of the world. Nor did we want that. We wanted to
establish a human organization that would run itself, with an
occasional spell here or there to keep it on track. We did not assume
that human nature would change. We knew that greed, lust, spite,
malice, treachery, xenophobia and the like would forever lurk in the
hearts of men and women. We needed systems that would handle those
human failings gracefully.
Gradually the world became a far
better place. Only the most starry-eyed from past decades would have
thought such an order was possible. It's remarkable what an army of
witches can do when armed with spells of mindreading and thought
control.
Of course, this entire order of the world had been set
in motion by a witch of a different generation. My young witches of the
Order of Mark discovered the old witches early on, and discovered that
our witchcraft was more powerful in most respects. They were a dying
breed, and my young witches found their intentions were mostly benign.
They could be left alone, though we watched them.
This
was an unusual request from Victoria in the middle of the afternoon,
but I shrugged and pulled it out. She started stroking it, which was
even more unusual.
"If you want it to get hard, just pull your panties down," I said.
"OK, but I don't feel like sex," she said.
"That's fine, I'll just look, not touch."
Her gorgeous pussy lips came into view, covered now with the fine hair
of adolescence. I reached over and gently spread them.
"Hey, I thought you said you were just looking!"
"Well, I meant I wouldn't try to go all the way." I brushed her
clitoris gently, making her press against my finger.
"Hey!" she said, pulling her pants back up. Messing around in her pants
had done the trick, though. I was hard.
She then lifted up my penis and looked beneath. She gave a little gasp.
"What is it?"
Victoria
plopped down in a chair, and when she recovered her composure she
spoke. "Somebody wants to see you. Of course, we get people all the
time who want to see you. 'The guy with the two-stage dick'," she said,
smiling at my organ which was wilting as we spoke. All of my mates
could describe my interlude with them once they got pregnant, and the
two-stage dick was a clear memory for many of them.
"This is the
first time an old witch asked to see you. She claimed she was the one
who cast the original spell. I figure that one would be long dead. But
she said she had put a mark on the underside of your dick, a male
symbol, if a person looked really close." I turned my dick over. It was
faint, but the mark was clear if you knew what you were looking for.
"She's dying, and she wants to see you."
I
thought for a while. She had owed me a little for saving her life, but
she had outdone herself in terms of what she gave back. I owed her a
visit.
She
was in bed, on her back, the typical position of the dying. Four of my
witches stood at a respectful distance as I entered with Victoria. Just
in case there was going to be a battle of magic, Victoria had arranged
it so my side was going to win.
If she had been hideous back
when I gave her mouth-to-mouth, she was beyond hideous now. One eye was
turned in its socket so only the white showed, the other was mostly
red. Her cheeks were a mass of warts. Her lip was split, and pus oozed
out. The stench was unmistakable from the moment I entered the room.
"There you are," she whispered.
"Hello," I said simply.
"You've done quite well for yourself, I see."
"I guess."
"For
eons my kind has known it is not safe to try new things with magic. The
spell I worked for you was new, and it got away from me."
"How so?"
"You weren't supposed to make them all pregnant!"
"I didn't mean to..."
"I
know you didn't mean to. The magic wasn't supposed to make that happen.
Whoever heard of little girls getting pregnant? I think you just wanted
it so bad. You wanted them more than either of us knew, and your hunger
made it happen."
I wasn't sure quite what to say. "It's true, I really do want them a
whole lot."
"Then
you go do incest! Well, who could blame you for that? Your desire is so
strong. But then the magic. Where did that come from?
"Magic was dying in the world, and now it is alive again. Alive and
thriving, and all for the good!"
Her body was wracked with a fit of coughing. After she recovered, she
reached out blindly with a gnarled hand. I took it.
Her
voice was little more than a croak. "I went beyond myself, beyond my
own power, and it could have turned out badly. But it turned out well."
She lay in silence a few moments more.
"I have a favor to ask."
"Yes?"
"Kiss me." The witches shifted uneasily behind me.
I
hesitated only a moment before I bent down into the stench. I kept my
eyes open. My lips touched against hers, the crack, the pus, the slimy
skin.
When I lifted them a few seconds later, she was dead.
I
waited for the world to shift. I waited to see if I would feel a
churning in my underpants as my penis returned to the typical male
configuration. But it didn't. A few simple spells showed that the girls
behind me were still witches.
I wiped my lips on my sleeve and rinsed my mouth with the water from
the cup on the bedside.
"Wasn't that a little risky, daddy?" asked Victoria.
"You mean you didn't have all the magical possibilities under control?"
"We were doing our best, but you never know..."
I paused a moment, reflecting. "What was the bigger danger? Kissing her
-- or not kissing her?"
I
lay back on the chaise lounge. I had no clothes on, and my penis was
limp for the moment. Snuggled against my left side was Alice, a
beautiful five-year-old. I had given her her bliss within the hour, so
her affection for me was boundless. I idly stroked my hand up and down
her back, but paused to cup her bare butt.
The witch Deirdre,
one of Victoria's lieutenants, addressed me. "There is the matter of
the Hutu and Tutsi communities. It is unclear whether the rivalries in
the sporting events are an outlet to dissipate hostility, or whether
they fuel it."
"Hmmmm," I said. "Do we have any similar situations to use as models?"
"It helped with the Armenians and Turks, but not with the Serbs and
Croats."
"Recommendation?" Alice was gently wiggling her pelvis against my hip.
"Keep it up for another six months, combined with more TV coverage on
the personal lives of the star athletes on both sides."
"Very well," I said. Alice's hand was gently stroking my lower-stage
penis, and it was rising. "Anything else?"
"There is the matter of aboriginal seal-hunting, which is repugnant to
much of the world."
"I'm sure you can handle it."
"Very
well," she said. After a moment and a quick glance at my erection she
offered, "I do hope we could keep your cock away from little girls for
longer if we had a truly momentous decision to make."
"Oh, I'm
sure we could." Deirdre left. My staff always made reasonable
decisions, and when there was conflict I deferred to Victoria.
Alice squirmed beside me.
"Alice, dear," I said. "You've already had your turn."
"OK," she sighed, and kissed me.
"Goodbye."
With
that I shifted to quick time and went down the hall to the waiting
girls. Victoria and the others had discovered how to bring girls in and
out of quick time without my having to kiss lips and noses.
Little
excited whispers broke out as I approached with my organ hard and
twitching. I moved into the middle of the gang on the bed.
A
very sweet-looking lassie of about four was on her back, holding her
pussy lips open and smiling. I descended on her and slid myself in. In
under 30 seconds my little tip delivered its sperm; through my pleasure
of orgasm I heard her little shriek and saw her body go slack. Loving
hands gently pulled her away. I flopped onto my back.
"Watch
this," an eight-year-old said, squatting beside the bed. She let loose
with a stream of pee that soaked the towel she was squatting on. I
found that very exciting. Others cleaned it up as I turned away. A
five-year-old lay on her side facing me, with one knee drawn up in the
air and her pussy a foot from my face. I decided to accept the
invitation, and turned on my side to lick her little twat: clit, lips,
and a few tongue thrusts into her little cunt. I have never lost my
wonder and awe at the female sexual apparatus. Little hands massaged my
neck; another pair gently stroked my hair.
Three older girls
masturbated while watching me. The technique of the moment was one hand
with fingers pulsing rapidly on her clit, the other hand with fingers
thrusting deep into her cunt.
A larger presence had moved in
behind me and had gently draped her arm over me. I could feel a bit of
hair on the pussy that gently undulated against my bottom. I had one
set of little girl parts right in front on my face, and I was
intoxicated by the feel and smell and look of them. But I decided to
investigate what was behind, and turned over onto my other side. She
was a dark-haired beauty, and she was on the cusp of puberty, almost
ripe and most alluring. I rolled over on top of her and pushed up with
my cock. She guided it into the right spot. The little part easily slid
into her, and I began pressing harder to see if more would fit.
"Do you want the whole thing?" I asked.
"Yes!" she said, nodding eagerly.
I
pressed, her flesh gave way, and within seconds I was up to the hilt.
This girl energized me, so I started fucking with long, fast strokes,
bumping the end of her inner cunt each time. Within seconds she had an
orgasm in the old way, female tissues responding positively to the male
intrusion. I kept pounding away lustfully. In five minutes she built to
another climax, more powerful than the first. I let her come down from
that a little before fucking her with a frenzy and plastering my little
blob of cum deep inside her. The superorgasm overtook her.
"Oh my God, oh my God!" she moaned.
After
a minute of rest a ten-year-old gently rubbed my hand with her cunt. I
took her hint and slid my middle finger up inside her, which made her
groan with happiness. Three other girls faced me from different angles,
each with her legs spread wide and hungry pussy on full display.
The
one who intrigued me most was kneeling between my legs. She looked to
be about five, with short blond hair and big blue eyes that were misty
with anticipation. I motioned her onto her back. She smiled, though she
was obviously a little nervous too.
She spread her baby twat
wide. The hole in her hymen was just big enough for my little cock to
fit through. I lustfully eased myself down on her body and slid my cock
up her intimate channel. Her warm pussy hugged me. She smiled. I kissed
her, which surprised and delighted her. But as I felt my loins getting
ready to orgasm inside her I looked down. She whispered in my ear,
"Fuck my cunt, give me my babies, fuck it deeper." My male reflexes
took over, the fluids mixed, the deepest pleasure took me, and I
pressed into her insistently to deliver my blob. As she collapsed in
ecstasy and sperm wriggled towards their destination, I reflected. As
the old witch had suggested, I wanted her so much that only lifelong
pregnancy could satisfy the depth of my longing.