When
a girl first gave Roger her virginity, he tended to go crazy and make
love to her a lot. He also made time for new women just arriving and
for his favorites. But most of the time there were no virgins to
deflower and no new women. He really did think all of the women were
sexy, and he made special time with each of them. And he offered his
doggy sessions. More women liked them than he would have predicted. It
showed in blatant fashion how he was never true to one woman. Some
women thought maybe it was popular because they liked to confront that
fact of their lives head-on and celebrate it.
Among
the amenities Roger built on his island before women arrived was a
health clinic. It included a full set of options related to women's
health, including a ready supply of contraceptive injections. He had
expected the women would naturally want to use them.
But Grace
had decided she'd like his baby. He was surprised when she announced
her pregnancy. When little Annie was born, Roger was delighted. His
vision had been just to have lots of sex with girls and women of all
ages. But the purpose of sex was ultimately procreation, and as he
thought about it, he decided that if some of his women wanted his
babies, so much the better. He certainly could afford to support them.
He
was delighted when Ariel got pregnant, and looked forward to the new
baby. Evan was a perfect little boy, but when Roger saw his privates
for the first time, he was troubled. If he was honest with himself, he
realized he was feeling rage. He didn't understand why the sight of a
little boy's parts would make him feel that way, but the feeling
persisted.
The first solution he tried was just making sure he
didn't ever see his son naked, but he felt angry just seeing the little
baby who he knew was a boy. His next solution was just not to see Evan
at all -- to make sure their paths never crossed. It worked OK for a
week, but Roger still felt Evan's presence on his island nagging at his
innards.
Emotionally, he just didn't want any other males on the
island anywhere! Knowing there was one, even an infant, made him
profoundly unhappy.
The women knew he never invited men or boys
to join the group, but they naturally expected him to get used to baby
boys. Half of babies are, of course, so if he was willing to have
babies, they came with the territory.
But he remembered his
original plan. He had a dream, and he was going for his dream no matter
the obstacles. The huge initial obstacle was getting mothers to let him
get sexual with their daughters. He had overcome that one!
Limiting
himself to all-female family units hadn't been a big obstacle to his
recruitment efforts, because there were plenty of mother-daughter
combinations in distress who he could invite to try out his lifestyle.
Only with the birth of Evan did he discover just how important it was
to him that it be a totally boy-free island.
After
much thought, he announced a new rule. No other males could live on the
island, so Evan had to leave. Ariel could give him up for adoption, or
she could pack up Evan and Isabelle and go back to the States. Ariel
wanted to keep her son. Because she hadn't known about Roger's new rule
when she got pregnant, he agreed to support her indefinitely at a
modest level back in the US. But he said he would not do that for any
women who got pregnant in the future. They would know up front the risk
they were taking.
The women adjusted to this new information
about Roger. They had already managed to accept his attraction for
little girls. The strength of his aversion to sharing his space with
any other males at all was surprising, but they ultimately accepted it
as another quirk of an unusual man.
When Nancy, Allie, and
Hannah arrived, the situation had been stable for a few years. There
were only a couple pregnancies a year.
Roger
was shocked when Molly announced she was pregnant. Molly was 14 years
old. It had not been an accident; Molly had stopped taking
contraceptives a few months before. His nurse told him that women's
decisions about their bodies were there own business, not his. He
resolved to correct that with regard to something as basic as
contraception in the future, but it was too late in this case.
It
mattered a great deal to a mother what sex her baby was going to be, so
Molly found out quite early from amniocentesis that she was going to
have a baby girl.
Before Molly delivered her baby girl, 16-year-old Edie came to see
Roger.
"I want to have your baby," she said.
"Oh! You too. Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. I've been off contraceptives for a full year."
"A year?"
"I didn't want to say anything or I was afraid you'd make me take them
again."
"This thing with Molly took me by surprise."
"I figured."
"It's no big surprise you're not pregnant after a year," he said. I
haven't been, you know, 'seeding' you all that often."
"I know," she said. "But would you do more to help me? Tuck it up
inside me at the right time of month?"
Roger felt his cock rapidly engorging with blood at the thought. "Yes!"
he hissed. "Yes, I will!"
Edie was one hot girl, he noted to himself. He should have been doing
it to her more. He moved to embrace her.
"It's not the right time of month now, though," she said.
"I still want you now, if you're willing."
"Sure," Edie said, face brightening.
"I want to get into you now," he said.
Edie hitched up her dress and dropped her panties in record time,
bouncing back on the bed with legs spread wide, smiling.
The
idea of delivering his sperm to make a baby was very exciting. He
launched himself into her like a horny teenage boy and began spurting
the moment his cock bottomed out up inside his girl.
"Oh, Edie, that was so great!" he said.
"Happy you liked it, and happy to get your stuff."
"We can do it again in a few minutes to let you get some satisfaction,"
he said.
"No, that's OK," she said.
"OK, if you don't want it."
"I want to take my 'quota' when my time of month rolls around."
"There aren't fixed quotas," he said.
She shrugged.
They lay together, Roger enjoying the feel of this girl who wanted his
baby. "What if your baby is a boy?"
"I've
thought about it. That doesn't bother me. I'd give him up for adoption.
Boys don't belong here. But back in the US there are lots of couples
who'd just love to adopt a boy, especially one made from your genes,"
she said, stroking his cheek and smiling. "So if I have a boy, I'll
wish him well and send him off to where he'll be appreciated."
Roger
found that Molly and Edie weren't the only ones. They were the start of
of a trend. He and some of the more thoughtful women tried to figure
out why.
The simplest explanation was that the experiment had
been going on long enough, and relations among everyone were harmonious
enough that it felt like a safe place to bring children into the world.
The island had plenty of room for expansion, and that may have played a
role.
Roger had stopped aggressive recruitment when he had about
150 women and girls; he brought in more mostly to offset attrition,
when a family decided to go back to the States. He could afford to be
more selective. The old-timers grumbled when they realized that the
newer arrivals tended to be even more attractive than they were. At
least one female in each new family was a breath-taking specimen of
femininity.
Perhaps with the population no longer growing by recruitment, the women
wanted to enlarge it by reproduction.
The
trick to fulfilling the women's wishes was to ejaculate in them at the
right time, of course. The prospective mothers tracked their cycles. He
also studied fertility awareness. With lots of women's pussies to
examine, he found he could spot that stringy cervical mucus pretty
reliably.
As he flitted from pussy to pussy, it strongly
influenced where he decided to deposit his sperm. He used to come in
the woman or big girl who he was hottest for. When a woman told him it
was her time and she showed the signs of fertility, he seeded her with
an especially satisfying orgasm. He fathered twenty daughters in the
first year, though it rapidly trailed off; in the first year there was
"pent up demand".
After a while it began to seem to him that a
lot more of his babies were girls than boys. Maybe it was just
coincidence. He decided not to look into the matter. He would have been
delighted if he didn't produce any of the boy-making Y sperm at all.
Edie got her wish and gave birth to a pair of gorgeous identical twin
daughters.
Three
years passed, and Allie was 14. As they cuddled, she flopped her top
leg casually over him. He didn't think too much of it.
One day, she began stroking the front of his shorts.
"Allie?" he said.
"Oh, sorry," she said and stopped. But a few minutes later her hand
wandered in that direction again.
Roger just looked at her.
The next time they met she snuggled against him and spoke.
"Roger?"
"Yes, Allie?"
"I've got a problem."
"What's that, sweet girl?"
"I'm horny."
He saw the problem.
"I've dated every boy on the island who's my age, but none of them are
any good."
They smiled at each other.
"Oh," said Roger. "You're the one who came in here bawling your head
off because you didn't want to get sexy with me."
"I'm allowed to grow up, aren't I?"
"Yeah, of course," he said, squeezing her against him.
Allie saw the bulge forming in his pants.
"But our time together has been so special," he said.
"I know," the girl agreed. "I don't want to give it up."
Roger thought. "Maybe we could meet sometimes the one way and sometimes
the other."
"That might work," said Allie.
Then she leaned over and whispered in his ear. "My pussy takes Stud
Roger just fine."
"Oh, yeah?" Roger smiled.
"I'm ready to lose my virginity."
"OK."
"I'm also ready to have a baby."
"Really?"
"Yes. It's been 14 days, and I've got that stringy wet stuff."
Roger gulped.
"So maybe you could take my virginity and make me pregnant at the same
time?"
Roger moaned as the large bulge in his pants twitched.
"So maybe the next time we meet... You want to come to my room a little
later?"
"What about we meet up at my place up on the hillside?"
"OK,
that would be very romantic." Roger had never taken her there to the
spot with the private kitchen, the dance floor, and the swing looking
out over the sea. It wasn't a place for father-daughter outings.
"Want to meet there at 8 this evening?" It was about 4 in the afternoon.
"Oh," said Allie, obviously disappointed. "Could we do it a little
earlier, like at 6?"
"I guess. We could do it at 5, for that matter."
"Or 4:30?"
"Or as fast as we can get there?"
Man and girl were aglow.
"Not quite," said Roger. "Goodbye, daughter Allie," he said. See you
tomorrow, maybe?"
"OK."
"As for the most beautiful girl in the world, five minutes?"
Allie grinned and raced out the door. When Roger came out she was
running up the path to his hillside getaway.
It
can be uncomfortable to run with a very hard erection, so Roger walked.
When he got to the place it was silent. There were a number of places
she could be.
"Alison?" he asked.
"I'm up in the turret," she said. That room had glass on all sides and
a view in every direction.
As he neared, he heard her say, "Could you take your clothes off out
there?"
Roger was happy to do that.
When
he entered the room he saw Allie totally naked, spread out on the bed
with legs held wide apart. She pointed at her pussy and then held her
lips wide apart.
Roger needed no more invitation. He descended onto her and slid his
cock into her virgin hole.
"Now can you give me a baby?" she asked.
Roger's
orgasm started the moment she said that. He had time to pull his cock
out a little bit before jamming it in deep, spurting his sperm up into
Allie's cunt on his second thrust.
After half an hour of
cuddling and nuzzling, he got it up again and began more measured
lovemaking, and this time he brought Allie to a wonderful orgasm, her
first "real" one.
They dined, danced, sat in the swing watching
the sunset, had some extra dessert, and then retired to a different
bedroom. They made love once more before falling asleep intertwined.
A month later Allie burst into Roger's study.
"Daddy, daddy!" she said. "I'm pregnant!"
She
gave birth to a set of boy-girl twins. The boy was adopted by a
wonderful couple from a suburb of Atlanta. The girl became the center
of Allie's life, naturally, and held a special place in Roger's heart
among all his daughters, this one a sort of honorary grand-daughter as
well.
Roger sat on a bench by the sandbox and playground on a gorgeous day.
He
had had a dream, he had gone for it, and it had come true. He had women
and the girls by the dozen. They all liked him. The older ones loved
his attentions, and the younger ones were content and happy to make him
happy. And then his dream had expanded. He was fathering gorgeous
children. When they were cranky or unpleasant he handed them back to
their mothers, but he could play with them when they were being cute
and delightful.
He had made it!
He was playing with his
little daughter Emily. She was six months old and as usual when
outdoors she had no diaper on. He was bouncing her up and down on his
knee. He looked at her graceful little girl flaps, symbol of her future
sexuality. She smiled at him.
His feelings about incest weren't
fully formed yet. No impregnation, maybe no intercourse. As for playing
around before they reached that stage, he wasn't so sure.
Now,
he cupped one hand under his daughter's little girl parts so as he
bounced her up and down they squished innocently against the flat of
his hand. That was harmless, right? Oh, she was so sweet! And it was so
exciting!
He looked at a pair of his two-year-old daughters
playing nearby, and his four-year-old a little farther away. They were
all gorgeous, everyone agreed.
He had seen a few of the
eight-year-old set playing, and now he saw a rear end poking out from
behind a tree, wiggling back and forth. That rear end did not belong to
one of his daughters. It had a light blue skirt on. He knew this little
display was meant to capture his attention.
Handing Emily back
to her mother, he snuck off towards the tree. Natalie peeked around it
and ran off squealing when she saw him creeping up on her. But her
flight was just symbolic, of course. He caught her around the middle
and picked her up with one arm, the girl thrashing her arms and legs
about and shrieking with joy. Still holding Natalie under one arm he
sat on the ground and turned her around and sat her in his lap.
She
laughed, but he put his finger to his lips to quiet her. He nuzzled his
cheek against hers and kissed her ear. She offered her lips and he gave
her a full kiss for a few seconds, but meanwhile his hand was busy
sliding up the outside of her thigh, pushing her blue dress up as it
went until he found her little butt cheek and squeezed it. Natalie
broke the kiss with another squeal. Roger felt a surge of passion for
the little girl, and he pulled her dress over her head to leave her in
nothing but panties. He lifted her by the armpits and pressed his face
urgently against her chest, breathing in her little girl smell while
beginning to lick carefully at each nipple.
He stood her on her
feet and looked into her eyes while tugging her panties down. He gave
her a little questioning look as he approached her little slit with his
hand. He knew how far the various girls and women would let him go, but
he still liked to check.
"Sure," said Natalie, nodding and
leaning over to kiss his cheek. He broke into a grin to feel his hand
palming her little pussy flaps. She reached down and spread them,
allowing him to slide his finger in to touch briefly against her little
pussy opening and her clit. As he withdrew his hand and began to stand
up, Natalie smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He hugged her and their
little interlude was at an end.
Roger had a raging hard-on and
he wanted more. He had fulfilled his dream and now he wanted to revel
in its success! He whipped off his shorts and briefs and set off as a
man possessed.
Roger
lies back at the edge of the surf, the beauty with little tits humping
up and down on him and shouting out her orgasm as the wave crashes.
A
little one licks his cock, a bigger one pushes her aside, pops his tip
between her lips and shows her how to do it better. So much better! So
very good!
Push her against the tree, weasel home between
smushed dress and panties askew, quiet grunting, she whispers naughty
words in his ear and she comes fast, as usual. He'd love to flood her
with sperm but he just came for the third time ten minutes before.
Cialis
is wonderful. Erectile dysfunction is relative, and when you've got a
hundred pussies in need of a hard one, the standards are high!
She's only three, but she can now recite that entire naughty poem by
memory. Pulls down her panties on the last line!
She
thinks she's hiding, but her feet show. All giggles until his little
finger goes up her pussy, then she shrieks. It went in OK the last
three times! What changed? Apologies, kisses, rocking her in his arms;
all is forgiven.
A blindfold, helpless on his back. Five
mysterious horny twenty-somethings impale themselves and hump him in
turn. Can he tell whose pussy he's in? Three out of five!
Her
belly hangs low as he mounts her from behind. He feels the baby inside
kick. Long, fast, and bump her deep -- she comes as hard as ever, and
the baby goes wild.
The three are giggling, then they squabble.
He decides: this little one squats on his face with her sweet, hairless
kitty, that one rubs herself on his hand, and the other one slides
little twat back and forth along his dick as she presses against his
belly. Rotate girls one place! And then once more! The third one rubs
fast right on his tip. Ecstasy as he messes her clit with his spurts.
Silent
in total darkness, groping for ten beauties. All can be fondled but
only one has the pussy he can fuck. He can't find her. Did they cheat?
But whose clever mouth made him shoot his load? She was fantastic!
Mostly sperm is for pussies, but now and then...
Shy but ever so
beautiful. She just straddles his leg in her panties and lets him kiss
her hair, cheeks, neck -- and then for a good long while on the lips.
Don't fall in love with the four-year-old too much! There are so many
others too!
The fertile mucus, gliding home, the primal fuck drawn out luxuriously,
the ecstasy of breeding. Allie wants a fourth one!