The
Father of Humanity
by Sterling
Chapter 2 of 2. (Chapter
2 was originally posted separately as "The Father Needs More"). More fantasies
When
I was 30, I had been in the industrial-scale fertilization business for
about 13 years. My embryo count had been holding steady at around 16%,
meaning that at the rate we were going the population of the world
would stabilize at 16% of its pre-crisis level. The world might end up
with one-sixth of its current population, but it would still go on in a
largely recognizable form. But one year in January it started dropping.
There had been minor fluctuations before, but here the fluctuations
masked a descending trend. It looked like the new average would be 7%
or lower. This was ominous news for the entire world.
For years
we had known that the key to my fertility was indulging all of my
sexual fantasies. Of course my staff had asked in every indirect or
direct way they could what the problem was, and I had told them I
didn't know. But I did know what thoughts had been lingering in my head
more and more. I told myself they would go away, but that was not
happening.
Then one day Francoise, my quasi-shrink, dropped by.
She was clearly angry, which was unusual. My staff never got angry with
the great John Smith. They knew I didn't like it. "Damn it, John, if
you won't talk with any of us we can't help you! This is the world
we're talking about here! I say there is something that you know that
you aren't telling us. Is it world politics? Weariness? Let's make some
changes. What should we try? Different food? Do we need to fire some
nymphs? Some staff? All the nymphs? All the staff? Do you want men for
sex? Girls? Little girls? Boys? Little boys? Animals? Newborns? Human
sacrifice? Cannibalism? Talk to me!!" I was shocked at her outburst and
showed her the door. As she departed, she called out over her back,
"Fire me if you want, but talk to someone! Anyone!"
I was angry
and thought firing her would be an excellent idea, but I counted to
ten. I meditated for several hours. She was right, of course. I didn't
have the right to put the future of the world in jeopardy. I needed to
tell someone, and Francoise was the one. The next day when she answered
my summons she looked very uncomfortable. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Smith, I
just lost my temper..."
I put up my hand to silence her. "No, you were right. Thanks for having
the courage to say what needed to be said."
I
looked out the window at the Colorado plain, sliding downhill from
where we were all the way to the Mississippi. I waited, and glanced
over at her from time to time. I turned to her, took a deep breath, and
said "Girls. I need girls."
No one was happy, but fewer people
were horrified than I might have thought. I was 30, and going down in
age there was a cliff at age 28. There was essentially no one on earth
between the ages of 27 and 15. There were no nymphs younger than age
28, and while the 30-year-old nymphs were still plenty sexy, the lack
of young and truly fresh nymphs was noticeable. Many of the first
groups of nymphs had been 18.
There were some 14-year-olds, far
more 13-year-olds, and by age 12 there were millions. These youngsters
were in the news a lot, the future of humanity. I looked at them and
felt proud and happy -- and something more. Those bright young faces
and sexually developing bodies of age 12 or 13 had awakened a yearning.
It had become a powerful yearning.
This sensitive matter was
handled initially among the very smallest group of people. Since I had
had so much trouble bringing myself to mention it to anyone, people
rightly assumed that I was ashamed of my fantasies. So the first
approach the staff took was to convince me that the desire was not
shameful. Possibly that itself would help with the embryo counts and
make the crisis pass. I was content to live with a longing for girls if
it was just me, but the human race was at stake here.
I could
see that in many other times and places the desire for girls down to
the age of puberty was normal. I had been thinking from within the
perspective of my own culture only; in others girls were married at
that age. I was a male animal, and these looked to my animal self like
potential mates of my own species. So I felt less ashamed.
We
waited a few weeks and my replacement percentage rose a point. But I
had to admit that although it was liberating to know that there was no
great shame in wanting the girls, I still yearned for the girls.
This
caused controversy within my staff, mostly because they foresaw a
public relations problem. The very concept of pedophilia was still
anathema throughout the United States. My inner circle consulted
cultural experts who indicated that getting the girls would be rather
easy if I sent to India or Africa. But I sensed in my gut that these
girls had to be Americans.
To complicate things, all of the
candidates were my own daughters. People who thought ahead had realized
I would eventually have to find nymphs and egg donors from the next
generation. We were safe on egg donors for another ten years or so, but
I was suggesting taking as companions for sexual play my own daughters.
Some aspects of incest could be avoided. They had grown up thinking of
other men as their daddies, and we could easily make sure that I was
not going to impregnate them. It was just a matter of time before I had
no choice, so this was just a little earlier than expected. We were
later proven correct in our surmise that extremists and philosophers
might object, but the majority would accept the incest aspect.
We
were going to recruit American girls aged 12 and 13 to come to Sperm
Central as my lovers. One option was to be open about it, the other to
start in secrecy. The benefits of secrecy were that when the story
broke we might have some positive outcomes to report, in terms of girls
not traumatized, and the other was that I might change my mind before I
met my first girls or shortly thereafter. We had no illusions that we
would be able to keep this secret for long.
Most couples had no
children, but those that did had only one, born of the woman but
related genetically only if she happened to have been an egg donor who
wanted a child at the same time she donated. Surveys were sent out to
parents. One question was how strongly the parents were committed to my
overall industrial-scale fertilization effort as a potential savior for
humanity. Would they consider a lifetime gag order if they were let in
on a secret that could save the project? (We could not and would not
enforce that, but wanted them to say they were willing.) The other
questions, hidden among many others to hide our true purpose, bore on
how they felt about statutory rape.
From a hundred thousand
questionnaires sent to American couples, only one in twenty gave
sufficiently positive answers to meet our criteria. But that was still
five thousand couples. Only half of the time was their child a
daughter, of course. The twenty-five hundred couples and daughters were
screened. The daughter had to be attractive to me, but I was not too
fussy on that point. She had to be healthy physically, but her
psychological health was especially important.
After our covert
investigations ruled out most of the twenty-five hundred, it came time
to actually broach the topic with parents. There was one key point to
keep the door from being slammed in our faces -- that the daughter
would never, ever, have to do anything she didn't want to do, a promise
we never went back on. We also had decided early on that we could not
offer to these parents or girls the incentives we offered to nymphs,
such as embryos for friends. Everyone had to be strictly a volunteer,
or the appearance of child trafficking was too strong. We started
identifying dozens of parents who got their heads around our startling
proposal.
Some of the parents set aside their revulsion,
thinking they ought to be OK with this idea, and were hoping their
daughters would refuse. That was a mistake. These girls had reached
puberty and figured they were already plenty mature. The fabled Sperm
Center near Boulder would be like a really exciting boarding school,
and they might get to sleep with the most important and powerful man on
earth.
The girls were trained separately from the nymphs, as we
asked far less of them. We could screen less well because they came
from a much smaller pool and they were more impressionable and
vulnerable. We didn't want to stress them.
These girls would
come to me as virgins. But I did not want to deal with blood and pain,
and the golden rule of consent was easier to maintain if that issue was
removed. The bigger girls' vaginas had to be made ready for me. The
girls were sexually mature on the physical level. They had periods,
they swooned at hot boys, their labia and clitorises and vaginas were
all enlarged for womanhood. Getting the hymen out of the way was done
with dildos, by the girls themselves, at the girls' own pace. This was
usually a mere five minutes if not fifteen seconds.
In the
training they also explored their own sexual arousal and orgasms,
something they naturally enough found delightful. Adult men came in in
successive sessions to show their penises, first just flaccid, then
erect, then ejaculating. Spreading this out over a number of sessions
allowed the girls to back out between if they got uncomfortable, but
very few did. The girls witnessed an adult man and woman having sex on
several occasions, and many of them only half-jokingly asked the man if
he wouldn't please try that with them right then and there. They
watched the woman use the whirring gadget, and tried it in themselves.
They
had been selected for psychological health, but we did our best to
enhance their emotional maturity. We also trained them to feel fairly
calm and natural even when meeting the great John Smith.
I
met Denise, my first 12-year-old, on a sunny afternoon in the topmost
turret, affording a 360-degree view of the magnificent scenery. We
chatted a while. She then asked if I would mind if she got undressed,
and proceeded to do a simple strip-tease. She was gorgeous, fresh, and
perfect. With a finger she beckoned me over to the bed where she was
sitting naked. I stripped to my underpants and did as she asked. She
placed my hand matter-of-factly between her legs. I took it away
gently, and first touched her everywhere else on her body: hair, face,
feet, neck, back, and arms, which amused her a little. She got more
serious and aroused as I spent time caressing breasts, buttocks and
thighs. I did end up with my hand back between her legs, gently
massaging for a good long while. Her breathing got faster. I let her
remove my underpants, and she smiled when she saw and felt the penis
that would soon be hers.
I saw her then as she was, a girl
hungry for her first sexual intercourse. Because she was aroused and
pre-stretched, there was no obstruction as I pressed into her gently
and started thrusting. First she was taken with the novelty of it, but
the urgency of sexual pleasure started taking over -- the way it would
with any woman. I knew that I was having sex with a girl who was just
on the cusp of puberty and I found her youth intoxicating. I pressed my
penis into this beauty over and over, deeper and deeper, squeezed by
her young vagina, and finally tensed and yelped as my semen spurted
into her. As I slid from the very heights of my orgasm I felt
emotional, with a tear or two forming in my eyes. This was a dream come
true.
She gave me an awkward hug before heading off to use the
whirring gadget. When she came back we hugged on the bed, side-by-side.
After half an hour she pointed out that while I had come, she had not.
I liked that she was not totally cowed by the great John Smith and was
asking for her own pleasure. Good for her. Soon enough I had slid into
her again, thrusting at the angle and speed that her body language told
me was best. But it didn't seem it would be enough to make her come. So
after perhaps ten minutes I reached down to use my fingers to stimulate
her clitoris, and she came within a few seconds, scrunching up her face
and moaning before relaxing with a big smile. That set me to thrusting
furiously, staring not just at the gorgeous beauty of 12-year-old
flesh, but at that flesh flushed and a little sweaty, belonging to a
sexually satisfied girl. I came very deep, and felt wave after wave of
spurts, so intense they were almost painful. I flopped down beside her.
After
three minutes, as I caught my breath, I tapped her on the shoulder, and
she looked a little flustered at being reminded she had forgotten the
whirring gadget. As she started to get up hurriedly, I stopped her. I
picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, and she leaned against
me. I slid the whirring gadget into her myself, pressed the button and
heard the suction -- and also got to see her face as she felt the
heavenly vibrator aspect. I watched her pee, and then carried her back
to the bed and we slept the night together. When I woke in the morning,
I really wanted her fast and quick, and I was delighted when she
consented enthusiastically. I rolled her onto her back and slid myself
onto her. As my hard penis came poking between her legs she guided it
in, and fifty strokes later I came with a little moan but big pleasure.
After whirring and a little snuggling it was time for her to go. It was
a record embryo count for a mere three ejaculations.
Bonnie
suggested that if it was all the same to me she wanted to do it from
the rear the first time. The smoothness and youth of her butt as I
grabbed it was stunning. Her vagina was as magnificent as Denise's and
I slaked my thirst for young flesh within.
A few of the other
girls were just too tense for me to feel comfortable with them, and I
sent them on their way after doing my best to comfort them for in some
sense failing. No one had to know we had not had sex if they didn't
want to tell. But with 90% of them it was mostly the same. I always
started out gentle and simple, but soon enough they were asking for
more speed, different positions, more gusto. Their bodies drove me wild
on a dimension where adult women could not compete.
Part of my
fantasy had been girls who were shy and insecure and whom I could with
my great prowess turn into adoring and grateful young women. That
didn't happen. If we had selected girls like that, the risk of lasting
harm would have been too great, and therefore they did not pass the
screening. I met a steady supply of self-confident virgins, and for
each one I got to study her face and reactions as a penis slid into her
for the very first time. As we did it repeatedly I got to see her
reactions as she got the hang of sex as a dance for two. It was the
closest I ever felt to conquest, though these luscious adolescents were
most eager to be conquered. The replacement rate soared to 19%, a new
record.
The
19% replacement rate was good news all around. The drop in my fertility
had been a worldwide worry, and now its restoration to a level higher
than before was a huge relief. From small villages in India to the
highlands of Scotland, from the slums of Rio to the penthouses of
Manhattan, there were more babies.
Throughout all of these
developments, I visited Winnie and Julie and our children regularly. I
made sure to make love to and sleep with the two mothers at least a few
hours now and then. Despite all my prodigious sexual activity, I always
kept a soft spot in my heart for them. I also cherished my bond with
Sally and continued to sleep with her a couple hours each night.
I
met a new 12- or 13-year-old virgin every week or so and greatly
enjoyed our time together, and for the most part so did she. Such girls
usually stayed for at least a week but rarely more than a month.
Yet the replacement rate started falling again.
I
saw those lovely bodies which had just blossomed into puberty. But I
wondered what Joanna had looked like when her breasts were smaller. How
had she looked before her hips widened? What had Karen's vulva looked
like when they were a little smaller and had no hair at all? How would
she have talked and sounded when she was younger? The girls' faces
glowed from hormones; what did they look like before the hormones hit?
As
the rate kept dropping, I freely told Francoise what was on my mind.
Keeping secrets last time hadn't done any good. Although no one on my
staff reacted to me with disgust -- at least not that I could determine
-- the idea of getting me those prepubescent girls caused considerably
more trouble. Penelope announced her retirement, which hurt me deeply
but didn't surprise me.
My craving was to be able to have those
little girls sit in my lap, smell them, and caress them -- all of which
was more or less acceptable. But I also wanted to kiss them on the
lips, and work my hands down their chests and inside their panties, and
to lick them, maybe even their labia, maybe inside their labia. I said
I didn't think I would want to penetrate the little girls, which
removed a substantial obstacle.
My staff went back to screening
families and littler girls, age five and up. Fewer parents agreed to
volunteer their girls, naturally enough. As for the girls themselves,
the typical reaction was different. Whereas the bigger girls had often
reacted with enthusiasm, the littler girls tended to react with
indifference, though revulsion was rare. Children have to be taught not
to let strangers touch their private parts when they themselves don't
mind, because it isn't obvious to them. Children who are instead taught
it might be OK generally shrug or yawn if that is all that is expected
of them to get praise, and especially if they could become very
important people.
Training and screening for little girls was
similar to the big girl training but not identical. We did not explore
their own sexual response with them, nor did we do any stretching of
vaginas of course. We found out how they reacted to being hugged,
touched and fondled. We focused on sensual girls, ones who genuinely
craved hugging and cuddling. Submitting to that was of course
completely conditional on their feeling good about it, or at least not
bad. As usual, we did our best to screen out girls with psychological
difficulties of any kind, and set up a program to follow and counsel
all of them for life. We would do whatever we could to ameliorate any
bad effects.
Despite our best plans, we were less certain about
how little girls would react, so I met them initially in short sessions
and gradually increased the kinds of touching I did. They had a chance
to bail out if they didn't like the way it was going, and we had a
chance to stop too if we had concerns.
Pauline was my first
little girl, eight years old. I was of course nervous, but she wasn't
at all shy. She sat on my lap while I started a video my staff had
prepared that was designed to be very appealing to girls of this age --
not that I remember any of it. And as she sat there I caressed her hair
and squeezed her in hugs sometimes, ran my fingers all up and down her
back. She seemed to like that. I moved my hands back and forth over her
stomach and kissed her neck. That was the end of the first visit.
After
she returned to the girls' dormitory she was given a day or two to see
how the experience sat with her. She was happy to come see me and the
video again. I started touching her in the same ways as before, which
she seemed to like. And when I moved my hands up her thighs -- she was
so precious and alluring! -- she didn't mind, nor when I massaged her
chest through her dress. But she seemed to be focused mostly on the
video. She liked snuggling and the backrubs, but it was as if this
other touching was irrelevant to her. That didn't feel right to me, so
I didn't suggest she come again.
The next one, Barbara, was just
turning six, but things went pretty much the same way with her. After
their two visits these girls both went back home with their parents.
Nicole
was seven. She happily sat on my lap while she watched the video. On
her second visit, I touched her everywhere and she responded
differently from the other two. She really seemed to like it. When I
caressed her thighs I could feel her squirm and settle a little
differently in my lap. She started humming sensually as my fingers
worked their way around her nipples, and she relaxed happily against me
when I curved my hand to cup her labia, stroking just a little through
her panties. She gave me a big squeeze and several kisses before she
left.
I wanted to see her again. We took four days to see if she
really wanted to come back, but she did. On the third visit there was
no video, and her response to some of my advances really took my breath
away. I kissed her on the lips and she kissed me back, responding with
true pleasure. She was happy to get out of her dress. I kissed and
licked all over her front, her delicate little breast buds most of all.
She lunged forward after a while and glued herself to my front, with
her legs around my back and her bottom in my lap, and then started
bouncing up and down in a way I found very erotic. I massaged her butt
and slipped my fingers down her panties, getting a good feel of each of
her buttocks. I was very aroused and truly delighted with this, and as
soon as she left I raced around the corner to relieve my sexual
excitement inside two nymphs in succession.
Nicole and I did
much the same things the next day. At the end of a suitable time, when
I suggested it was time to get dressed, she said she had a surprise for
me. She stood in front of me, lifted her loose dress, held the hem in
her teeth, and pulled down her panties. She spread her labia and said,
"Look!" I asked her what she meant. Couldn't I see, she asked? No, I
said uncertainly. I hadn't seen inside the labia of many little girls
before, but after a second look I could see that the whole area looked
a bit less pristine than I would have expected. She said she was all
stretched out and ready for my penis. She had overheard the big girls,
stolen one of the de-virginizing dildos, and used it on herself over
the course of several days. She said it had hurt some, but she was
proud of having done it.
I felt dizzy. I said that was great,
but I ought to be going. Her lip quivered. Letting the dress fall back
down, she said she felt dumb and stupid and she started crying a
little. So I put my arm around her as she sat on my lap, and she leaned
against me. She had put all that work into stretching her vagina, and I
didn't even like her well enough to stick my thingie in her. I was
already excited from the play we had engaged in before, but now the
excitement between my legs grew alarmingly, and my head spun with
confusion. I considered telling her that grown men didn't even touch a
girl's private parts, but then reflected that I had been doing just
that.
We hadn't considered the case of a little girl preparing
herself for intercourse entirely on her own initiative. I reflected
that I ought to talk it over with my staff and make a considered
judgment about the best way to proceed. But here I was, the man with
the fate of humanity dangling between his legs, whose embryo count
dropped when his desires went unsatisfied. I didn't want to consider
the issue, I wanted her. I wanted to slide my penis into her, and I
wanted to do it right then.
Hesitantly, I took off all my
clothes. She smiled when she saw my penis was long and straight. She
lay back on the bed, with her legs wide apart, her dress off and her
panties around one ankle. I did more caressing and touching. I even
tickled her a little, to lighten the mood and wash away traces of her
hurt feelings. I found some lube and generously applied it to both of
us. Then I raised myself over her, held her smooth labia apart, and
slowly and very gently pressed in. I started a very slow back and forth
motion, pressing in a little more each time. I was surprised with each
further half inch that I really could fit into her with no
constriction. She felt very much like a grown woman inside.
And
I couldn't believe the sight of this little girl, with her flat chest
and little girl legs and little girl hips, and there between her legs
my penis was little by little being swallowed up inside her. I stopped
and realized I wasn't exactly up to the hilt, but I certainly felt like
I was in. When she saw me looking down to verify that, she looked down
too, then looked at me and started beaming at me. This gorgeous little
girl had prepared this gift for me and accepted me inside her, and she
was obviously happy about the whole thing.
My head swam and I
started to come then and I couldn't have stopped myself if my life
depended on it. Though it was against all my reptilian instincts, I
thrust back and forth a mere inch as I felt pleasure pulsate through my
entire lower half. My penis twitched with each spurt, so hard it stung
a little, and I was crying out and panting heavily, my face screwed up
with the intensity of it.
Looking at her again I could see she
was alarmed. She knew about men putting baby-stuff in women, and knew
that had happened, but she was expecting a more straightforward
expression of happiness. After pausing a moment to etch the moment in
my memory, I reluctantly slid my still-hard penis out of her and lay
down beside her facing her. Now I was the one beaming, so she soon
relaxed and looked happy and proud. I ran my fingers gently around her
face, then down her front, past her labia and down each thigh. I asked
if I could hug her back and she happily complied, curled up inside my
embrace. After fifteen minutes I realized she was asleep.
After
another half hour of treasuring the moment I gently got up, and as I
did she slid onto her back. She was gorgeous beyond words. Light brown
hair a little mussed, relaxed peaceful face with the button nose, and
her lithe little body below. Between her legs on the sheet was a huge
puddle. Some lube, lots and lots of semen. No one had taught her about
the whirring gadget, and it was not a time for that in any case. I lay
beside her until she awakened in the early evening and felt like
leaving. She got cleaned up and dressed and gave me a big hug and smile
before she left.
I felt more than a little uneasy as the
prospect of facing Nicole again. The staff said that while she seemed
entirely happy, she acted like she had done what she wanted and was
just as happy to go home as to stay. They noted that she was a little
sore between her legs, and in fact the follow-up reports were that she
had sustained some lasting damage. To my relief, it was from her
stretching technique, not from the intercourse itself. The damage was
not too serious, but serious enough we did not want to risk such a
thing happening again. Procedures down in the training center were
tightened to keep any other little girls from obtaining dildos and
getting the bright idea of using them.
In the day that followed
I briefly hit 40%, an all-time high. The number fell again, but
stabilized at a very respectable 18%. A deep fantasy of mine had been
satisfied, even if it only happened once.
Annie
was six. She had shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes, and a very
pretty face. On the second visit she too responded positively to sexual
touching. She came to the third visit in a light blue dress. I touched
her in much the same ways I had before, and pretty soon she pressed
herself against my front, with her head on my chest. I stroked her hair
and back, but instead of staying calm she started wriggling back and
forth. I stroked her thighs and then tentatively I put my hand up under
her dress and stroked her lower back, but also her bottom through her
panties.
She squirmed with delight, and then gave me a big wet
kiss on the lips. I went to caressing her face, and nuzzling against
her cheek, kissing her cheeks and her nose and then her lips. She
responded and our kisses became leisurely and delicate. She looked at
me sometimes with a dreamy expression, then she began rubbing her hands
through my hair, and over my neck and my scratchy cheeks.
I got
her to sit on my legs facing me but a bit out from my body. I gently
tugged her dress out from under her and slowly started raising it,
which she helped with. Up it went, exposing her stomach and chest as it
went, and then her smiling gorgeous face appeared again. I ran my hands
over her whole chest, including her breast buds. I then went to work
with my mouth, licking all that tender flesh, chest, stomach,
shoulders, attentive to discomfort or hesitation on her part but never
detecting any. She giggled now and then, but mostly sighed and ran her
hands all over me. Then I turned her around so she was sitting on my
lap facing front again. After stroking up and down her belly a little,
I slipped my hand inside the front of her panties and felt gently
around.
She knew this was different, more serious, and got a
little quieter but rubbed against my hand a little. I moved all around
her belly and the tops of her thighs but kept coming back to her
smooth-skinned labia. I started stroking rhythmically, and she was
mesmerized. After a while I turned her around, picked her up and held
her, the gorgeous little darling, and then lay her on the bed. She was
delighted with a backrub, and a front rub, some kissing, and a butt
rub, and then another rub between her legs.
I had her take her
panties off and spread her legs wide. I got a small amount of lube and
began stroking her labia with that. She was definitely fascinated and
turned on by the addition of wetness. I then ever so gradually moved my
finger inside her smooth labia and stroked very gently there, including
her small clitoris. She started looking dreamy as my regular rhythm
continued, then started breathing harder and shut her eyes. She
suddenly took hold of my finger and moved it a little faster and harder
and breathed sharply and tensed up -- and then relaxed. She said it had
felt really, really good, unlike anything else she had ever felt. I
wasn't sure if any of my little girls would reach orgasm, and I was
delighted that she had.
She turned to snuggle up against me for a good long while, wiggling her
naked pelvis against my leg a little too.
She
was nearly frantic for her next chance to see me, so they let her come
up the very next day. After we had gotten to the same point as the day
before, she said she wanted to feel my body too. I decided that was OK
if it was her initiative. Her attempts to put her hands down my pants
didn't work quite so well, as I was fully dressed for these visits and
had intended to stay that way -- no easy-off robes. But with her
encouragement I did strip down, and finally took off my underpants and
she got her first look at a man's penis, fully erect no less. She knew
the facts of life, but like most girls didn't realize how big a man's
penis was compared to those they glimpsed on little boys. She asked if
she could touch it, and that was entirely fine with me, so she fondled
it for some time, which I found sweetly erotic.
I was still
interested in her pleasure. I repositioned us to put my head between
her legs and used my tongue in her little labial crack, gently stroking
the tiny clitoris. She came again, quicker than before and stronger. I
told her that was the way a man felt when he put his sperm in a woman
to make a baby.
I realized I was giving her a little hint, and
was delighted when she took it, eager to help me feel that same good
feeling she had been feeling, so I lay on my back and she started
fondling my penis awkwardly. I gave her a few tips. She asked if she
could kiss it and I readily gave her permission. After her initial
kisses she licked it from various angles, then took the tip in her
mouth. I am not usually a big fan of oral sex, but since she did not
have a vagina I could enter, this was the next best thing. It felt
wonderful.
Her hands were idly massaging my pubic hair and
scrotum and the lower part of my shaft while she mouthed the tip of my
penis, and I was gasping with delight. She suddenly had the idea to
flick her tongue, really fast, right on my tip. It was electrifying. I
barely had time to get her mouth off my penis before I started coming.
The first glob landed in my hair, the next on my chest and plenty more
made my stomach area a giant mess. I was moaning and breathing very
fast.
Her eyes were like saucers. "That's the stuff that makes
babies?" she asked, and I nodded. So she took some of the slippery
stuff on her fingers, smelled it, looked at it, and after a moment of
thought pressed some all around her labia, some into her waiting,
sleeping vagina too. She knew full well it wouldn't make any baby in
her, but she was playing with the idea. I cleaned up. Who knows how
many thousands of babies those goops would have started, but it was no
time to think that way. I hesitantly slid my finger down to her
semen-lubricated labial crack, and she enthusiastically welcomed more
stimulation with this different lubricant. She promptly came again.
We
ordered in some supper and slept the night together. Every so often I
would awaken to feel her soft small form beside me, her chest gently
rising and falling. In the morning her six-year-old persona came to the
fore, and this part of her needed to be off down to the center to do
six-year-old things. She visited me twice more, and I luxuriantly
caressed her all over in similar mesmerizing ways. She had orgasms a
couple times each visit, but she didn't ask me to strip again.
The
game plan was that we would keep little girls for at most a few weeks.
We had a little farewell visit. I was quite sad but kept my composure.
Annie was the sort of girl I had dreamed of when I first confessed my
inclinations to Francoise.
Most little girls came to the center
with their parents, or at least their mothers. Annie's parents had sent
her alone, and we wondered a bit about just how warm they were. Annie
became pretty attached to Ruth, one of the women who worked with the
little girls. Six months after she left, Annie's parents were killed in
a car crash. Any number of couples would have done anything to adopt
her, but she wanted only one person: Ruth. I happily agreed to let her
come stay with Ruth in the training center as long as she wanted.
She
didn't grieve quite as much as one would think -- it really was as if
Ruth was the first really special parent she had. After a couple
months, she started asking if she could see me again. At first everyone
discouraged her, wondering if perhaps she was trying to work out
feelings about her father. But she was pretty clear about it -- and I
was delighted. Annie was a very sexy little girl, in the sense that she
was interested in and fascinated by sex, even at the age of seven (by
now). So she did resume her visits up to me, which made me ecstatic. At
our most intimate I would still lick her clitoris until she came. We
also explored the purely visual. I loved looking at her in all
different ways, various states of dress and undress and various
positions and motions.
Annie was up at the Residence a lot, and
she learned our basic purpose: that I was producing semen and we were
capturing it to make babies for the whole world. Whenever she left I
had raced out to find one nymph after another to thrust into quickly
and grace with my semen, to relieve my excitement built up from being
with her. (Nymphs learned that when I was with Annie was a good time to
hang out nearby.) But I couldn't always wait for the end. She saw me
leave some of our sessions rather precipitously, promising to come back
in a couple minutes. I would race around the corner and find a nymph to
explode into as my glans was barely inside her vaginal opening. So I
would come back breathing hard. I told her what she really knew
already: that she really turned me on, making me want to release semen,
but I had to put it inside a woman instead of splattering it all over
me or her.
Early on I would be sure to close and lock the door
to the nymph's room, but sometimes in my haste I forgot. And one day I
was mounted on Kyla from the rear, straining inward as images of Annie
danced before my eyes when I heard a noise and looked behind me. Annie
herself was standing there with a big smile on her face. She saw Kyla
bent over the bed, facing away from her, with her
perfectly-proportioned butt stuck up in the air. She saw me behind
Kyla, with my trousers and underpants barely down to my knees. She saw
my hands pressing the two of us together. She didn't see my penis way
up inside Kyla, spurting away. I got a little flustered, Kyla more so.
We apologized, and I withdrew and raised my pants while Kyla ran off to
the bathroom a little more hastily than usual to whirr.
Annie
wanted to see more. It made sense. I was touching her all over, making
her come regularly, and she was arousing me thoroughly, but then I was
out the door to consummate the experience with someone else. She
understood I couldn't come inside her -- she had seen my penis once,
and could tell it wouldn't fit in her. But other than that, she didn't
want to be treated like a kid. We decided to take some steps to
accommodate her on a trial basis.
Based on discrete inquiries,
we found Wanda, a nymph who was OK with actually participating in
sexual activities with little girls and seeing me be sexual with them.
We let Annie examine Wanda's private parts, which in a way hit home
more than seeing me naked, since she could see how her little girl
parts could grow to be like Wanda's -- huge, as she saw it. One day
Wanda showed her how she masturbated, and Annie got to have two fingers
up her vagina to feel the contractions when Wanda came. I was standing
by watching intently, naked and aroused; the next step was for me to
enter Wanda while she watched.
But Annie did something I didn't
expect. She took a generous serving of Wanda's thick secretions in her
left hand, pulled the waistband of her panties out a little with her
right, and slowly slid those fingers down inside to fondle herself --
as her eyes went from my penis to my face and back with a dreamy smile.
I felt my head spinning and the next thing I knew a glob of semen
splatted on Annie's shoulder, and then a big spurt landed right on her
fingers that were sliding inside the panties. Annie laughed, and I
think Wanda would have, except her training made her more circumspect.
I didn't realize I would find Annie's explorations so overwhelmingly
arousing that I couldn't wait to get inside Wanda.
Annie looked
at her fingers covered with both kinds of secretions and slid them
deeper down her panties. She looked up at me again with that sort of
dreamy but sexy smile as she fondled herself. She stroked my softening
penis gently with her right hand while she rubbed her left inside her
panties. The penis grew again.
When she caught her breath she
said "Come here, Mr. Penis." and she then led me by the penis the short
step or two towards Wanda, as before with her crotch right at the edge
of the bed. So Annie spread Wanda's outer labia a little farther apart
as my tip came closer. She watched carefully as my glans kissed up
against the labia, then Annie had her hand around the base of my penis
and she tugged, to see the glans go past the outer labia to where the
inner labia made a narrower opening, and got her face up really close
to see the glans slowly disappear, tugging Wanda's inner labia in as it
went. She said, "That's where you're supposed to go to the bathroom,
Mr. Penis."
This childlike formulation startled me with delight
and led to an explosive lust. I lunged forward, so the whole length of
my shaft very quickly disappeared into Wanda, in the process mashing
Annie's fingers that had been on the base of my penis between my pubic
hair and Wanda's. Annie's head got trapped between our bodies. I let
out a roar and spurted so hard inside Wanda that the force of the
explosion hurt, then two, three more times, all the while holding Wanda
ferociously tight. Coming to my senses I then withdrew, freeing Annie's
fingers and head. She massaged her fingers while looking up at me in
awe of the tremendous physical forces that my passion could unleash.
Wanda got up to do the whirring, and after a moment looking at me Annie
trotted along behind her to watch while I clutched the side of the bed
and panted.
I wanted to integrate Annie with the nymphs. While I
was at it, I reconsidered some of our other boundaries. I invited
Julie, one of my first girlfriends and now a resident of the family
wing, to come join us now and then. I thought this kind of group sex
might appeal to her, and I was right. We also asked a couple of my 12-
and 13-year-olds who I had broken in thoroughly if they wanted to join
us -- ones who seemed temperamentally well-suited for it. They were
usually eager participants, and I adored the variety they lent.
Sex
involving a girl Annie's age was not something the nymphs had trained
for, and two couldn't deal with the idea of child sexual abuse and left
my service. The others got on board; they were already selected for
open-mindedness, and adding a willing and eager little girl to the mix
for the sake of humanity was OK with them. It helped that Annie could
so clearly articulate her self-assurance and desire to go ahead with
this to please me.
In one of our first encounters she got Tina
in doggy position, and pushed me over to her by the butt. I was eager
to see what she would come up with. She gently fondled my penis,
already hard, stroking her fingers down the length of it. She gently
cupped my priceless testicles hanging in their sac. She said, "OK,
spermies, get ready!" And then she gently kissed the tip of my penis
and said, "Have a nice time, Mr. Penis!" and then pulled Tina back so
she started to envelop my penis.
Annie had learned from her
experience with Wanda to get out of the way at that point, as I pressed
all the way into Tina and thrust away as deep as I could go, and Annie
got to watch my shaft go in and out fast, at each end flipping Tina's
inner labia so they dragged outward as I was going out, then turned
around and got pushed inside as I went inside. She got to see my
testicles as they rose in their sac to hug the base of my penis just as
I ejaculated way up inside Tina.
A few times Annie got me right
near the opening to some nymph's vagina and then took the tip of my
penis in her mouth, rolled it around, and flicked it with her tongue. I
started surging, and just as I was about to come she quickly took her
mouth away and aimed my penis right into 'the toilet'. I pushed in and
came, awash in ecstasy.
Annie was a sort of shadow sometimes. A
nymph lay on her back, and Annie lay on top of the nymph on her back
with her head above the nymph's and her own legs spread wide. As I was
entering the nymph, I saw Annie holding her labia open with one hand,
and slowly moving her finger up her inner labia to her clitoris as she
came close to orgasm herself.
When I approached from the rear a
nymph with her skirt down, Annie positioned herself beside her, also in
doggy position, and when I flipped up the nymph's skirt as my penis
sidled into position, Annie flipped hers up too. Annie got so she could
lubricate her own little finger and push it way up her vagina.
Sometimes she watched my rhythm inside the nymph and matched it with
her own finger's motion.
Sometimes I was face to face with a
nymph on our sides, and Annie slid in from the direction of our heads
and inserted her butt between us, so her labia were right in front of
my face, holding her top knee up in the air with one hand. I would lick
her labia and try to time her orgasm with my own.
Annie
sometimes clung to my back, shaking her gorgeous blond hair so it went
around the side of my head and tickled my cheeks. She whispered things
in my ears. "Spermies, ready? Spermies, march!" was one.
I
continued my private sessions with Annie as well. She suggested I slide
my lubricated little finger up her vagina, something we both liked a
lot as a new twist on our earlier lovemaking.
We
had started our program with underage girls in secrecy, but to no one's
surprise the secret was out within weeks of our approaching families.
John Smith was recruiting girls for sex. There was outrage.
We
did the best we could. We noted that this was done with the consent of
the parents and children. As time went on we gathered some empirical
evidence. We noted how the girls were repeatedly reminded they could
leave at any moment, and none ever did. We had statements from parents
and the girls about how happy many of them were, and what a cool
experience it had been. The few children who had felt uncomfortable had
been offered ample support and validation and therapy. Panels of
psychologists and social workers could not tell the alumnae of my
program apart from a control group. It may have blunted the outrage
some, but not much.
I was troubled. Significant sectors of the
population now held me in contempt as a sort of despot, which was not
at all how I saw myself. I might be necessary, but they now saw me as
evil. Population percentage started dipping a little.
Talking
with Francoise and others I began to get the picture. My staff were OK
with what I was doing because they understood why I was doing it. If
others were to forgive me, they would have to understand that too. This
truth would not be easily received, because it sounded very
self-serving. I just had to abuse children or else my powers would
diminish. Yeah, right.
What did the public know about our entire
enterprise? They knew that egg donors from all over the world came to
Sperm Central in Colorado to have those eggs fertilized. They knew
there had been ups and downs in how many eggs could be handled. They
knew that there was a personal staff up on the mountain with me,
including a very select group of women who volunteered their services
-- what we inside the operation called nymphs. The assumption about
this sexual license was that I was using my power for personal
pleasure. It was among consenting adults, so it wasn't a big deal. When
that power extended to procuring children for sex, that was a different
matter.
So we told the truth in its essential aspects. My book
was a runaway bestseller -- all proceeds were donated to charity. It
traced how the early drops in embryo counts had been countered by my
getting a regular girlfriend, and then harvesting semen from inside of
her instead of from masturbation samples. How further drops had been
countered by getting two other women who I had adored in high school --
with their full consent. How I had treated them all well. How I had set
up the nymph program to stem another drop, and had dramatically
increased embryo counts above their earlier heights. What I found
sexually exciting increased the embryo counts.
I frankly stated
my complex feelings about the girls. I was attracted to them and felt
no shame about that. I would not have acted on those impulses under any
ordinary circumstances, and sent the clearest message I could to those
in the wider world that I did not condone sex with children. I decided
I did need to act on my impulses for the sake of the world. I put
significant resources into doing the very best I could to minimize the
bad effects on the girls. Despite the predominant wisdom in the
culture, with screening and preparation and follow-up those effects
could be almost nil. Indeed, there were many girls who spoke of how
great it had been for them. There were none with significant complaints.
And
then I described how having put all that in place, I did not deny that
I found my encounters with girls tremendously exciting and fulfilling.
This helped some but did not eliminate the outrage.
What
gave people pause was the limited ways in which I had used my power. I
could have been sadistic or played dominance games. I could have kept
girls or women against their will. I could have raped them. I could
have threatened women or girls or their families who got in my way. But
I hadn't. Instead, they heard stories of girls and women who I had
gently ushered out of my bedroom because I sensed that they had
misgivings. No journalist could break a big story because there was no
big story to break. All they could find was consent, kindness, and fair
dealing.
More and more voices started saying we should be
thankful that the man who was cast into the role of the savior of
humanity was a decent guy, whom power had not corrupted. There came to
be religious overtones to how I was viewed. This God did ask for
virgins, but not to kill or degrade. He asked for volunteers, turned
away some of them for their own good, and he made love to the ones he
accepted and then released them, even though many would have stayed.
With
the program out in the open, our applications went up tremendously. A
great many big girls were very enthusiastic given the glowing reports
from the alumnae.
Little girls applicants were less common, but
there was a great deal more support than we got before when we were
making secret inquiries of carefully screened families. The biggest
change was that instead of a family being shunned if they sent a little
girl to my program it was accepted as a valid choice. And eventually it
moved to being seen as a noble choice.
Annie
was spending so much time up at the Residence that she and Ruth came to
live there. We made a separate apartment off the Sex wing for them. But
she spent a lot of time with the nymphs too, who adored her and spoiled
her. Annie certainly didn't live a normal child's life. She had no
contact with my own four children in the family wing, with Sally and
Julie, or any other children. She was home-schooled by Ruth.
With
the increase in our applicant pool among little girls, our screening
could be more refined. There was one little girl who ended up being on
Annie's level in terms of charm, sexual appetite, and personality.
Things
developed a little differently with Sue. After some lap explorations
fully clothed, I had her just stand next to a bed wearing a frilly pink
dress and sneakers. She had a shy look that Annie had never had, a look
I found very alluring. I lifted her long brown hair up off the back of
her dress and ran it through my hands. Facing her, I unbuttoned the top
button of her pink dress. I carefully slid my hand down the front for a
minute or two, stroking the skin of her chest. She sighed and rubbed
against my hand a little too. Then I got down on my knees on the floor,
and slid my hand under her dress, slowly up the inside of her thigh,
stroking gently, but going a little higher each time until I touched
the cloth of her panties. She gave a shy smile.
I paused a
moment to relish the reality of my arm out of sight, up under her
dress, my fingers gently stroking the front of her panties. Moving my
hand around behind her I felt her little butt and squeezed it. I had
her move her legs a little farther apart, and used a couple fingers to
massage the spot where her legs came together. Snaking my finger around
the edge of her panties I felt the smooth flesh inside. I carefully
traced the contours of her labia, and gently moved up and down the
outside of her little slit. She looked so innocent and demure. I then
reached up under her dress with both my hands and gently tugged her
panties down. I put my hand back to massage her slit again. This was
just too exciting! I got up, preparing to race out to find a nymph to
take my seed, but after concentrating a moment decided I could hold it
and turned back to Sue.
In just those few seconds she had pulled
her panties back up and her dress back down and was looking at me very
innocently. I asked her to slowly raise her dress up, and she said with
an coy grin that she would think about it. After a few seconds of
thought some thigh came into view. She had a teasing look as she showed
a little more, then more, and her white panties were then in view. She
kept raising it until I could see her bellybutton. Then she quickly let
her dress fall down again with a little impish smile. I picked up the
hem and raised it myself, and when it was up that high again had her
slowly start pulling the panties down, just a little at a time, until
the slit was visible. And then she kept slowly pulling them down until
she let them drop to her ankles. At my request she held the front of
her dress up.
I sat down on the floor in front of her as she
stood against the bed and smelled her stomach and her chest, but my
head was soon at her little labial slit, and my tongue almost of its
own accord found it, and moved up and down for several minutes. With
the whole area wet with saliva, I gently pulled her labia apart a
little with my fingers and started licking inside, moving up and down.
Her breathing pattern changed. She was no longer in a coy mood. She
started squirming a little, so I stopped.
Then she let her dress
drop down so my head and her private parts were in a cozy little tent.
She braced her little butt against the bed, bent her knees and spread
her legs apart a little more, and then she pressed her pelvis forward
so her labia were even easier to get at. I returned my tongue to her
labial crack and started licking and licking. I could feel her little
clitoris, and very gently licked that each time my tongue came to the
top of a stroke. I could feel the tension building in her, and it built
in me too. She started moving her pelvis restlessly, and finally she
pressed her labia against my face hard and gasped and cried out.
My
head swam and I ejaculated right in my pants, then I eased back out
from under her dress, dazed. She flopped back on the bed and pulled her
dress down to cover herself and lay there panting. I had been trying to
hold it long enough to get to a nymph, but no such luck. I had wet my
pants, so to speak, but it was worth it. Now I could treasure the
moment uninterrupted. I lay down next to her, and after a few minutes
she turned to me with a big smile on her face and snuggled up against
me. After five minutes she fell asleep, and even though my sticky semen
was drying, I stayed there for a full hour until she awoke.
Sue
came back soon, and then often. She wanted more, and I gave her more.
She wanted to see what was in my pants, so I showed her a very hard
penis. As I lay on my back she played with it and rubbed it, and was
rewarded with the sight of semen suddenly spurting out the very end
onto my own chest as I moaned with pleasure.
Sue's parents were
very supportive of my program, and Sue herself wanted to stay, so we
made an exception for her and she stayed for many months.
Her education went much like Annie's but progressed faster.
It
was with the arrival of Sue that I developed a passion for coming in
nymphs just watching what she did on her own, not touching me.
I
engaged in a lot of sex with my nymphs in doggy position, since that
left me upright and free to view whatever Sue was doing. The nymphs
pretty often came while I was watching, but kept their orgasms quiet so
as not to distract me. Sometimes I felt the little contractions in the
outer part of their vaginas.
It surprised me sometimes how
simple things could excite me so much. Twelve-year-old Mary had been
with us for three weeks and had a prodigious sexual appetite, and today
she was taking the role of a "guest nymph". I had mounted her from the
rear and was thrusting away with great pleasure. Sue skipped around the
corner and gave me her shy smile, which was exciting enough. But then
she lifted her dress slowly until her panties were showing. I nearly
came right then, but controlled myself. Sue turned her butt to me,
lifted her dress up and pulled her panties down just a little. That
sent me over the edge; I went crazy with powerful thrusts and came
inside Mary's 12-year-old hungry vagina.
On another day she
lifted her dress up slowly, revealing as she reached where her legs
came together that she had no panties, and she surprised me by peeing
right on the floor, standing where she was. I could see the stream of
pee bubbling out from between her labia, some running down her leg and
some streaming a little away from her. From the surprise and intensity
of its allure I actually started fainting in the middle of my orgasm,
falling to the side as my penis sprang out, the third spurt falling on
me instead of in the nymph.
I had ideas too, and one of them I
found very special. I lay on my back with a nymph straddling me,
humping away in earnest, and then I had Sue stand up on the bed with
her feet on either side of my shoulders. I shifted my head a little to
look up her dress. I moved my hands all over the inside of her thighs,
and all around the outside of her panties. I snaked my fingers inside
the hem to touch her labia and feel the smooth skin. Then I reached up
with both hands to gently tug her panties down, then spread her labia
apart with my fingers to peek. That tipped me over the edge and I came
inside the nymph with a powerful surge at just that moment. I was
enjoying the nymph's silky vagina and mature womanly parts and her
urgency, but also taking in Sue's very essence. So my crazy lust was
for the two of them, but the nymph took my semen for them both.
Sue
was the first little girl who seemed like she might stay a while, so
Annie took an interest in her and coached her. The two of them took to
each other and became fast friends. They shared a hunger to explore
their own sexuality. Their rarer common bond was a desire to find novel
and exciting ways to turn me on and hear me cry out as I lunged deep
into yet another nymph. Not all their ideas worked. I didn't like
anything anal, and I didn't like things that hurt, like spanking.
Here are just a few of the things I remember of what Annie and Sue did:
They
faced each other, and while staring at each other each raised her own
dress a little, showing more and more leg until their panties both came
into view at once. They then flung their dresses away, and each put her
hand down the front of her own panties and massaged for a while. Then
Annie withdrew her hand and put it down the front of Sue's panties, and
Sue likewise transferred her hand over to Annie's. They started kissing
and massaging each other. That one always made me surge up inside my
nymph.
Another time Sue and Annie were standing on the floor
naked, with their arms around each other one's necks, gently rubbed
their labia together, up and down. Then without warning Annie took Sue
and pushed her back on the facing bed, spread her legs apart, and acted
just like I would have acted, including all the thrusting, except of
course she had nothing to thrust with. But it was terribly exciting, I
had a huge orgasm.
Sometimes I had to beg them to pause a little
between exciting things so I could take a little break. I wanted to
kiss and thank the departing nymph, catch my breath, and then
appreciate the next gorgeous nymph's butt before sliding my penis in.
One
day they lay on the bed, with their feet towards me, but one knee up in
the air so I could see what was happening between their legs. They
massaged each other's clitoris and labia. I adored that. Then each put
her middle finger into the other's vagina, a little at first but then
deeper and deeper, moving in and out.
I distinctly remember one
time I was tired out from so much humping nymphs from the rear that I
was on my back. Gina was a 12-year-old who I had been having sex with
regularly for the last week, and as a special treat for me (and her)
she was playing the role of a nymph. I had motioned for her to descend
to engulf me -- even though I was tired, I wanted to feel my penis
pressed inside her. Annie and Sue wanted her to wait, and I was always
eager to see what the two little ones had up their sleeve.
Sue
lay down on one side of me and Annie on the other, and each lifted her
top leg over me, each wriggling her private parts seductively against
my hip bones. Annie lay on top of me, her blond hair tickling my face,
and she kissed me in a gentle and provocative way, and I responded.
That was nothing new in itself, but no less sweet and wonderful for its
familiarity. Sue positioned herself down below, between my legs, and
took the tip of my penis in her mouth. She gently stroked my scrotum
and the base of my penis, and then loved the tip with her warm, sweet
mouth. As I got more excited, she started flicking her tongue really
fast right on my tip. Annie had done that one of the first few times I
met her, and I had succeeded in getting her face off of me so I didn't
come in her mouth. Sue had no intention of being dislodged, though that
was difficult to even attempt with Annie lying on me.
My view of
her was blocked by Annie's body, but I pictured Sue's sweet face
enveloping my penis and I strained upward and emptied my loins in
ecstasy right into her mouth. Feeling my orgasm subside, Annie slid off
of me to the side. Sue crawled up my chest and opened her mouth so my
semen slid out and formed a pool on my chest. The two girls then put
their fingers in it and spread it on their own labia. They started
giggling as they competed for the last couple fingerfuls.
Annie
moved out to my left side on the bed, extending my arm straight out to
the side. She whispered in my ear, "Give me the finger!"
She
then scooched out to where my hand was. I was not at all angry with my
dear Annie, but I figured she knew what she was doing, and even at my
age there was a little touch of excitement at making that naughty
hand-sign. I made a fist and put my middle finger straight up. She then
descended on it, with her legs spread to the side in a W formation but
facing the head of the bed, working slowly up and down until my finger
was up inside her. The knuckles of my other fingers were then
positioned to press against her vulva, and my thumb right at her
clitoris. Sue whispered in my other ear, "Me too. Give me the finger!"
So she did the same thing on the other side.
My arms were spread
wide, and I was literally performing the "up yours" implied by the hand
sign, though in this case it was the sweet welcoming vagina that it was
"up". Sue then gestured to the adolescent Gina, who smiled and shook
her head in amazement at what she saw, but then moved below the two
girls and engulfed my upward-jutting penis inside her. I then had one
middle finger in Sue, the other in Annie, and my penis inside Gina. It
is in the nature of the male to want to insert, to be engulfed, that
defines his most primitive sexuality. Inserting a finger into a vagina
is exciting as part of foreplay, and of course inserting a penis is the
very essence of the act. My instinct was now satisfied three times at
once.
Each of the girls was proving that she welcomed the
intrusion as she moved against me, getting just the right pressure and
rhythm and jerky little ups and downs as her excitement grew. By
wiggling my thumbs I was actively contributing to their pleasure too.
Gina was making similar ups and downs and jerky movements as her
pleasure grew. This was truly heavenly. I tried to hold out, and Gina
herself would have cooperated, but her vagina was telling me in no
uncertain terms that it wanted some semen in it, and it did not want to
wait any longer.
The vagina won. So with my eyes locked on her
perfect, smiling face, I came just as she did, lunging upwards so my
spurts matched her powerful contractions. Sue and Annie took it in and
redoubled their efforts. Sue's jerky rhythm got more intense and in a
few seconds she came, followed a few seconds later by Annie. I had the
momentary image of ejaculating semen out the tip of each middle finger.
As young as they were, I could faintly feel the contractions in the
lower part of their vaginas as they came.
We repeated that trinity of insertions many times, one finger each in
my little girls and one penis in a nymph.
Annie
and Sue both liked to see my sexual apparatus out in the open. They saw
it in action day in and day out, my penis sliding erect into a nymph.
Then a few minutes (or seconds) later they saw it slide out. They could
see the lower part of my shaft going in and out, and my scrotum going
back and forth, but my pleasure and my ejaculation were deep inside the
nymph. Sue in particular occasionally liked to push me onto my back,
and after kissing and fondling my penis -- which was plenty sufficient
to give me a straining erection -- she would hold it in her small hand,
and jerk up and down. She liked watching me tense and strain upward as
the globs of semen flew through the air.
We discovered that a
modified whirrer could harvest semen when it landed on my skin like
that. The counts had not been good way back in the old days when it was
just me all alone giving myself a hand job, but in these social
situations with little girls, the counts were pretty good. A nymph's
vagina was not always necessary.
One thing they both liked was
using my penis a little like a squirt gun. One day they were both
huddled with their long hair spread over my pelvis every which way,
their faces right at my penis. Annie first had me extremely excited by
the ministrations of her mouth, then finished me off with some hand
strokes, but instead of letting the semen land up on my chest and
stomach, she quick pointed it so it was Sue's face that got the sticky
globs. Sue was startled at first, but they were soon both in hysterics.
On a couple other occasions one of them tried lying with her mouth open
a foot away, the other seeing if she could aim a spurt to land right in
the open mouth, but that didn't work. The trajectory of my spurts
wasn't predictable enough.
One thing I liked was to poke my
penis inside panties from various angles and rub against the cloth or
labia in some combination and make a little mess in the panties.
Sue
consulted with Annie and they devised a plan. They had me stand facing
a bed which was adjusted to just the right height. Annie lay back on
the bed with her crotch facing me and her legs wide apart. Her labia
were very near the edge of the bed, only a few inches from my penis.
Sue stroked me until I was very hard. Annie held her labia apart and
looked at me alluringly, and Sue aimed my penis right at Annie's vagina.
I
think she was prepared to stroke me to orgasm, but she didn't have a
chance. My penis was twitching as she aimed it, and the moment Annie
spread her labia I lost control momentarily. I lunged forward and
ejaculated, groaning with the intensity of the orgasm. My glans pressed
with some force against Annie's inner labia as I spurted. It wasn't
enough for me to start penetrating her, but both girls were a little
quiet for a few seconds. Their plan had been for my penis to spurt
semen right onto Annie's vulva, but not to press hard against it. Their
plan was foiled because I hadn't totally controlled my deepest impulses.
This
was something we all wanted to try again, but next time I was
considerably farther away. I wanted to be closer, but didn't want to
risk penetration and didn't want to have to hold back my impulses. So
the staff constructed a device where my penis could strain forward, but
there were firm cushions out several inches on either side that kept me
from going forward too much, no matter how hard I pushed. The whole
device was firmly anchored to the floor. With a little pre-calibration,
I could lunge forward with all my strength, and watch the tip of my
penis touch right up against the little girl's labia, pressing them in
just a little bit while my semen shot right up against her vaginal
opening.
Obviously what I really wanted at some level was to
consummate true sexual intercourse and thrust inside Sue and Annie to
ejaculate deep inside them. But that just wouldn't work. I was too big.
They were too small.
Annie had an idea. They got my staff to
fashion a couple miniature replicas of my penis, about the size of my
middle finger. Now while I moved into missionary position with a nymph,
Annie could lie on the nymph's stomach with her vulva facing me, and
then slide the miniature in and out to match my own rhythm exactly. The
first couple times there was no rhythm to match because I came just
watching the miniature slide into Annie.
It was nymph Amanda who
had the next idea involving a fairly elaborate apparatus. First we
constructed a fake vagina, fastened to the same immobile frame that
kept me from pushing too far forward. The inside was heated and
lubricated so it was remarkably like a nymph's. We then made a moving
assembly that had one of the miniature penises sticking straight
forward like an extension of mine. Behind, it was attached to tracks to
restrict its motion to forward and back, that motion controlled by my
pelvis. There was a mini-funnel right at the tip of my penis leading to
a model urethra inside the model penis.
All but the very tip of
my penis was still free to take pleasure from sliding against the fake
vagina. When all was assembled I could push the model penis into Annie
or Sue's vagina, and when I ejaculated, the fluid surging out of me
would travel the length of the miniature and spurt out its end. I could
strain forward as far as I wanted but the penis would not go deeper
than planned.
First I fondled Annie all over, and licked her
labia and clitoris until she was very excited. She then slid into
position and I slid into my apparatus. Holding her labia apart gently,
I gently pushed the miniature against her, and just as I saw it touch,
I felt my own penis touch the fake vagina. I slid in slowly, but Annie
was in no discomfort. Quite the opposite. She came after I thrust for a
minute, and I convulsed with a huge orgasm. I felt myself spurt, and a
couple seconds later I saw some of my semen sliding back out of Annie's
vagina. That orgasm was suffused with something different, some very
deep part of me deeply satisfied.
I couldn't get enough of this.
On the first day I did the same thing with Sue, then did it again with
Annie, then Sue, then Annie, then Sue, and then Annie before stopping
due to exhaustion. The girls didn't have orgasms every time, but they
were beaming with delight. They wanted me inside them too. There was a
large surge in semen effectiveness. Extra egg donors were flown in and
put in temporary housing to accommodate my increased potency. The world
had a baby boom starting nine months later.
As the weeks went
by, Sue and Annie compared notes and then told the staff that the
miniature penises no longer gave them that same full feeling they
loved. First the staff fashioned slightly larger penises, then slightly
larger, then we decided to talk to their doctors. The gynecologist and
pediatrician discovered that their vaginas were maturing sexually.
Nothing else was -- no breasts and no pubic hair, for instance, but
their vaginas were getting deeper and bigger, and providing more
lubrication just like a woman's would. The most likely cause was the
semen that I delivered inside them. Most of it slid out, but some
stayed inside, bathing their vaginal tissues. Semen has powerful
hormonal components, including prostaglandins. Apparently this
triggered sexual maturation of the vagina. This finding had never
before been reported, but then no little girls had been doing what
Annie and Sue were.
The model penises kept getting bigger and bigger. One day Annie's was
as big as my own penis.
I
met Annie up in the highest turret of the Residence. We did all of our
usual making out. Then came the moment when I lowered myself on top of
her, and ever so gently pressed my glans against her labia. There was
no apparatus, just two naked humans on a bed. The labia gave way
easily. I went in farther, a little at a time, and was thrilled by the
perfect fit. Then I was in to the hilt, and started sliding back and
forth slowly, then faster. What I saw was Annie's lovely blonde hair
and blue eyes and pretty face, her totally flat chest and breast buds,
and her narrow waist and hips. A child's body, from top to bottom --
except where my penis was. As my strokes got faster I felt her tensing
up. We had our eyes locked on each other, and I gave my tremendous
surge just as she had her own orgasm. Barely able to hold myself up, I
flopped down beside her and we hugged side by side. I started crying
for joy, and she did too. We didn't let go for a long time.
We
did it two more times, and although I wouldn't have pushed it, Annie
made quick trips to the bathroom to do her own whirring, proud to
finally be a full part of the fertilization project. She harvested from
her vagina some of the most effective semen ever collected.
Sue
reached the same point a couple months later, and we had a similarly
spectacular time. I mounted dear Sue in a little alcove under some
pines She got shy again for the occasion. Her body was just as much a
little girl's body as Annie's, though a little different, of course.
Sue whirred too. The baby boom continued. It increased.
Sue
had parents and a family who she had been in touch with regularly. They
were staunch supporters of my enterprise and had been very liberal in
terms of loaning me their little girl. However, they wanted her back.
Although Sue had very mixed feelings, on balance she wanted to go back
too. It was a tearful farewell over the course of many days, the last
few sessions just hugging and talking with no sex. Annie stayed.
After
two years Penelope made it known she would be willing to work for me
again, and I took her back in a flash. That meant a great deal to me
(worth a 0.5% increase in replacement percentage). I had originally
chosen Penelope because I sensed in her an incorruptible moral sense.
That moral sense had been unable to accept my having sex with little
girls. Her principles were immune to any cost-benefit analysis. While
she hadn't changed her moral code itself, the way she interpreted my
pedophilic behavior and its relationship to humanity had adjusted
slightly.
My
staff arranged many little surprises for me to keep things interesting.
In a particularly memorable one, I first went into a dark antechamber,
where the sign in elaborate old-fashioned script read "Nudity and
silence are recommended", and the door closed behind me, leaving me in
complete darkness as I stripped. As I opened the door to the room
itself I never had the slightest glimpse of what was inside. But I
heard rustling noises.
I started groping my way forward. There
was a bed in front of me, and I found a naked foot, and followed it up
to a knee. I could have gone higher, but wanted to orient myself to
this new room a little more. Groping along the side of that bed I ran
into a shoulder, though it couldn't have been of the same person. Then
I ran into a shoe. I followed that shoe and sock up to a calf, and a
knee, and kept going this time. There was no sign of a dress or skirt.
As I reached the top of the thigh, there between her legs were hair and
labia unobstructed by panties. I followed up farther and found a
stomach and a pair of breasts that felt perfect. Then there was a face,
and a head with short hair. But I wasn't ready to commit myself quite
yet.
My feet then nearly stumbled over a mattress on the floor,
but when I bent down I found a dress, and I found it erotic to get
oriented by feel to what was wearing the dress. It was a person on her
stomach. I reached my hand up under the dress, and as I did the legs
moved apart a little. Where they met was a pair of panties. I hesitated
just a moment before I slid my fingers around inside, and met with
silky smooth labia, which I stroked a little. My erection was
rock-solid. I could feel next to this person a leg with pantyhose on.
There was a lot in this room. It was time to dive in. I got a definite
sense I was going to appreciate the performance-enhancing drugs that
let me keep my erection and have a great many orgasms in a short period
of time.
So I moved back to the body with the shoe on the foot,
and worked my way up one leg and down the other, finding a shoe on the
other foot too before returning to the soft pubic hair and labia. I
took the shoes off and lay my body down on top of this woman, and felt
around her face to find her lips and started kissing her, which she
reciprocated with enthusiasm. We kissed for a while, and I massaged her
breasts before exploring between her legs. She was quite wet inside.
She found my penis and was pointing it in the direction of her vagina.
So I followed her lead and slid in, and then pumped away slowly, then
faster. She was thrusting up against me, definitely reciprocating. I
had a strong orgasm up inside this mystery woman, with several spurts.
In line with the theme, I tried to stay quiet, and so did she, but we
were both breathing heavily.
As I lay resting, a pair of hands
started enticingly sliding up the inside of my thighs. Someone also
took my left hand and gently moved to press it into her crotch, which
was pretty much smooth with a little hair. The labia and regions within
were thoroughly lubricated. A finger fit inside easily, but two was
tight. I slid off my first woman to explore the rest of this new one.
She had rather large breasts up under her loose-fitting shirt which had
slid down to the sides. I found her face under some long hair, and
started kissing as the rest of my body got into position. She spread
her legs wide when given a nudge. Since two fingers had not fit
comfortably despite the thorough engorgement and lubrication of her
vulva, I presumed she was a virgin. This was probably going to hurt
her, but then she was encouraging me.
While I kissed her I found
both her hands and interlocked our fingers, and then I pressed her arms
in close to her body, enveloping her. I sucked each breast just a
little, and then I pressed my penis with increasing force until it
penetrated her hymen and slid in. She gasped slightly. After I had
worked my way in deep with a few strokes, I felt like making this
quick. I thrust hard and I came engulfed by a storm of pleasure,
feeling strong semen spurts safely delivered up inside her. There were
hands fondling various parts of me, but for the moment I was just
resting in the afterglow with my young virgin.
As I recovered,
one pair of hands was gently pulling me onto my back, and I followed
that lead. There was a lot of motion then. Someone was breathing in my
ear and nibbling it, and it seemed like a small girl, which I verified
by quickly sliding my hand down the length of her small torso and under
her dress, and then down inside the front of her panties to find smooth
labia. She rubbed against me in a gentle but sexual way. Someone else
found that arm and gently pulled it and my other hand up in the air
above my chest, where they landed on a pair of breasts, and then down
from there to some hips and a fully mature female crotch which was
rapidly descending. One of the hands found my hard penis and guided it
into the natural opening in this female crotch as it descended.
I
could have steered things differently, but I was delighted to feel my
penis swallowed up inside a hot, slick but almost sticky vagina as the
crotch descended right onto me. The crotch began to slide up and down
with great urgency, and within not too many seconds I felt the body
tense, and a holding of breath, and then little contractions as the
crotch locked itself down on me tightly. I had a mild orgasm and
ejaculated at the same time, feeling my gentle spurts match her
contractions. I couldn't help let out a groan of pleasure, and it
seemed like there was a rustle all around the room.
I happened
to put my arm up and ran into a mechanical device being passed above
me. I grabbed it and quickly determined that it was clearly a whirrer,
but I had not heard any whirring. A silent variant, I guess. This
device was gliding into the vaginas I had ejaculated inside to harvest
my semen. I surmised the little vials were being passed around to one
or more holes in the wall. This was quite the operation, for total
darkness.
The assertive crotch that had engulfed me disengaged
and moved away, and there was other motion. Something landed on my
chest almost at my neck. Using my hands I determined this was another
young girl. She felt no bigger than a girl of four or so, though we
didn't take girls that young. I had recently entertained an especially
small six-year-old, and probably I was meeting her here again. I felt
all around her lovely shortish hair and face. I soaked up her delicious
little-girl smell. Her tiny hands were scoping out my head too, and as
they did she wriggled towards me so her crotch was right at my face. I
sniffed her delicious labia, then started licking them in earnest. She
squirmed a little, but she was not trying to get away.
While I
was doing that, a pair of lips started kissing my penis, and
tentatively moved over the tip. I didn't give any body language to
object, so the lips took me in and started licking to very tantalizing
effect. Someone was racing hands up and down the inside of my thighs
alluringly; it might have been the same person, but it was hard to
tell. Some hand took my right hand and gently placed it at a new and
different set of female parts, and then invited me to slide a finger
into her vagina, while her associated labial parts including clitoris
were in my hand. I slid my finger in and out, and she rubbed against me
gently but with an unmistakable sexual urgency.
Someone found my
other hand and was guiding it somewhere else, but I drew back. I needed
some part of me free. I used that left hand to feel more clearly the
outlines of the sweet little girl whose clitoris my tongue was licking
at gently. She became a little tense and spread her legs wider so her
crotch pressed on my face more. The mouth that was over my penis
flicked its tongue fast, and the waves of pleasure surged rapidly and
my head spun in pleasure as I came, shooting semen into that darling
mouth, which if anything took my penis a little farther in.
The
little girl on my face didn't have the discipline of silence at that
point, so she laughed in pleasure, and then yelped as she tensed for a
few seconds. She then relaxed and was starting to slide off, but I held
her gently with my left hand and lay her down flat on my chest, where I
kissed and hugged her, and she snuggled against me. Meanwhile I sensed
the mouth I had filled with semen was being gently vacuumed. I hugged
the little girl for a few minutes, while the vagina and labia my right
hand was in were getting soupier and soupier, and she kept going and
going. Now I was feeling a little claustrophobic, so patting that soupy
vagina farewell, I gently shook myself free, lying the little girl
carefully on the bed after kissing her a few last times.
I sat
up from the bed and stood, then went back to the mattress on the floor,
feeling my way around to get my bearings. There were various other
bodies on it, and stepping carefully I got over the mattress and
discovered two other beds in the room, each of them holding lots of
woman and girl flesh. This was an amazing experience!
I found a
large body part with wool over it, and after diagnosing it found it was
the rear end of a fully-grown woman with a skirt over it. The woman was
on a mattress on the floor, the butt was sticking up in the air, and
the rest of the woman trailed away on the mattress. That was good
enough for me. I found lower down some knee socks, but nothing but
smooth womanly flesh up under the skirt, ending in a pair of panties.
The woman inside the panties wriggled against my hand. I wanted what
was inside those panties, and I wanted it right that moment.
So
I pulled hard and felt the panties rip. I quickly maneuvered my torso
up behind her while flipping up her skirt. With my hand up through the
ripped panties, I found a set of labia with especially thick
secretions, which I didn't even spread as I lunged my penis into her.
The labia gave way and partly slid into her vagina with my penis, but
after the next couple strokes they stayed outside.
With one hand
I felt her silky blouse and the bra underneath, but I was really
thinking only of the enveloping hot sticky flesh up under the ripped
panties, and after half a minute of vigorous thrusting I heaved up
inside her and couldn't help a loud grunt as I felt my penis pulse,
pulse, pulse as it delivered another load of semen, and pleasure spread
like a warm bath down my legs and up my chest and out to the tips of my
fingers. For some reason I wanted to stay in her, so I kept pressing in
after I had finished coming, and after a minute or so my erection
subsided and I pulled out. I stood and fended off the probing hands to
rest for a couple minutes.
I found another bed and it seemed it
was just covered with women. Reaching back in a straight line from the
edge there was an arm, a stomach, then two parallel arms, and another
stomach, another two arms and yet another stomach. Following a parallel
line to the left there was a pair of legs, a mound and tuft of hair,
and beyond that another mound and luxurious forest of hair, and beyond
that another. Three pairs of breasts to my right. My body went into
overdrive.
I moved the leg nearest me out at right angles to the
others, and found beneath the pubic bone a pair of hands, and when
exploring between them found a very slick vaginal opening exposed, with
the hands holding back the labia. So I jockeyed myself into position
and thrust my hard penis into that vagina. I could slide smoothly to
the end of that one very quickly, after which the hands left the labia
and moved to my butt, pushing me down and in. Holding myself up on my
hands, I thrust very fast and deep and felt another intense orgasm wash
over me as I once again ejaculated, high up inside her.
After a
mere fifteen seconds or so I withdrew, because the woman to my left was
stroking my face and chest. I moved over and the first woman got up. I
then shoved this new woman's leg out at right angles to her body, using
the space just vacated. I was in a frenzy, and did the most minimal
check to make sure her vagina was somewhat lubricated, at least. I
heaved into her, thrust ten times and came inside her, this new orgasm
overlapping with the previous one. More hands were running over my legs
and back and face, but I had one thing in mind. I gently nudged that
woman out of the way as my hard penis withdrew from her.
The
last woman was almost falling off the bed. I scooched her over towards
me and then rolled her on her side facing away, and I lifted her leg
and she held it up. I felt between her legs for her vagina, centered
just where it had to be. Her secretions had been running down her labia
into her anal area, but I didn't care much about that. I plunged into
her from the rear, on our sides, and thrust away. She arched her back
to let me get deeper. And I pressed in deep over and over again,
feeling the new orgasm rise within me. I pressed in once deep, feeling
the end of her vagina as I gave a spurt of semen to cover it, then
pulled back and pressed again and felt another spurt. I pulled back
once more and with abandon pressed very hard against her, which pushed
her so far she fell off the bed. She landed with a thunk, my penis
whipping out of her as she went. I could hear her giggling, so I knew
she wasn't hurt.
I had mated with all three women on the bed and
cleared it off, so I lay on my back to catch my breath. My penis did
shrink then. More hands determined it had shrunk. I felt one warm body
move in on my left and snuggle against my side, while another moved in
from the right. A little exploring found ample curves and breasts on
the one to the left, and only a hint of them on the smallish one to my
right. But I lay back and even fell asleep from so much mating.
But
it wasn't too many minutes later I felt warm hands gently teasing my
testicles and penis, which promptly grew hard again. And then I felt
knees straddling me and another crotch was descending onto me. I felt
it relax after it had hit the tip of my penis, but this was still a
very tight fit. It could with a little effort surround me. Feeling
around the area there was no trace of pubic hair or stubble, and racing
my hands up I felt no sign of breasts above me. Long hair from around
that face fell down and tickled my own face and chest.
The
vagina was lubricated, perhaps artificially, and proceeded to move up
and down on me, pressing down, but it could envelop only about 3/4 of
my penis. I pulled her down on top of me and kissed her and stroked her
hair. I thrust inside her, but just an inch or so in either direction.
It was a slow-burning orgasm that took over me then, and at the end I
pressed in daintily only as far as my penis would go easily as I felt
more globs of semen shoot out and into her. Not much motion. After a
few seconds she drew herself up and off of me.
The female
super-organism that occupied this room didn't wait long, though.
Finding I was still hard, another crotch, this one fully mature,
lowered itself on me. Once it had me buried to the hilt, it thrust up
and down, with jerky motions mashing our pubic hair back and forth,
picked up speed, and then I felt it freeze and the vagina give a few
pulses. I was still a bit too worn out to come myself. She collapsed on
top of me, but I could feel hands prying her off. I was hard and
aroused then, wanting another vagina somehow. I started to turn over,
but gentle hands pushed me back down.
At that point I felt
another vagina slipping over my penis, but it only took in about two
inches, and then moved back and forth quickly, using the powerful
muscles around the vaginal opening to squeeze me quite hard. She moved
a bit faster. I was itching to be in deeper, so I found her butt with
my hands and pulled her down on me. She resisted some, but I was
stronger and needed to be in her deep. So I pulled her down on me and
proceeded to draw my penis in and out at my full length.
The
little strokes she had been using led me to crave huge long strokes in
compensation. As one went after the other I felt that itch of
approaching orgasm and with one final heave felt the first spurt shoot
down the length of my penis, arriving just as the tip reached its
deepest point. I pulled back just a couple inches and heaved again and
felt the second spurt. I kept going back and forth just an inch or so,
in to the hilt, and finally froze myself far into her for a half
minute. Then I was having trouble breathing, so I gently pushed her off
me to the side.
I felt another woman beside me, perfectly
proportioned as far as my fingers could tell, and once again having
labia and vagina right where they should be. As I turned myself over on
top of her and slid my penis in, I felt her innards were coated with a
thicker than usual lubricant and also had a very slightly rough
texture. I could feel exhaustion setting in, but I wanted this one more
woman in the most standard missionary position I could manage, so I
did, spreading her legs very wide apart with successive pushes of my
knees, feeling her breasts with one hand, but then with both hands I
lifted myself up to rear above her, pressing in over and over and over
again.
I felt her tense and stifle a cry after a minute, but I
kept going, pressing in deep. After another two minutes I felt her
tense again and felt a few hints of pulses of her vaginal walls. I
redoubled my thrusting and after ten more thrusts felt my penis
spurting inside her several times as I just kept thrusting and
thrusting away as deep as I could go. When every trace of the orgasm
had passed, I lowered my head to kiss each nipple and her lips, and
fell heavily beside her on my back.
Other hands started touching
me, but I writhed to signal I had had enough. The tone then changed. I
then felt a sweet kiss on my arm, then on my chest, then on my hip, one
on my forehead. The kisses were coming from all directions, and I heard
a rustling around me, as women and girls were lining up for a chance to
get close enough to kiss me, then sliding out of the way to let more in
to kiss. I was dripping with sweat by this point. I felt a sheet pulled
up gently to my neck, a last couple of pats on my forehead, and then I
fell asleep for a long time. When I awoke there was a small nightlight
illuminating the room showing all the empty beds and mattresses. I fell
back to sleep with a glowing smile on my face.
My
main connection with the entire Sex wing was the sex, but I should say
a bit about the broader picture. When the first nymphs came up, we
didn't have a long-term strategy. They stayed there until they wanted
to go or I was tired of them, then they left. End of story. But being
sexually available 24/7 for months at a time is kind of draining, no
matter how lucky a nymph might feel to have been chosen. So we built a
section off the Sex wing where I was not allowed (well, I took a few
guided tours). Nymphs had days off when they could be there in a
non-sexual mode, without even having to be prepared to see me mounting
some other nymph. In that part the nymphs stayed fully dressed and
acted with the sort of decorum one would expect in the outside world.
They
had whatever amenities there that were feasible, including exercise
rooms and a small stage and theater. Just about any band or celebrity
in the world would jump at a chance to perform up at the Residence.
There were no traditional beauty parlors, because I did not want any
make-up or unnatural hairstyles or dyed hair. A swimming pool and
larger theaters were down on the flatlands, in the same complex as the
nymph training center. Nymphs also had longer vacations, when they
could go out in the world for weeks or months at a time.
Some
decided not to return, but most did. No nymph was allowed to stay
beyond five years. Very occasionally I would break that rule. The
average stay was about three years. Nymphs who went out to the wider
world on vacation could do anything they wanted, including sex with
other men, but in any case upon their return there was a substantial
quarantine where we made sure they were clean in every respect.
The
teenage virgins generally stayed only a few weeks. A few who I
especially adored were invited to return to become nymphs. After
returning to normal life for several months to get perspective, they
got to decide whether they wanted to do that or not. They usually
wanted to, and their parents could often be convinced. The rewards were
lavish, and it was just a very exciting place to be.
Most little
girls came and went within a few weeks. A few got to stay longer, and a
tiny handful stayed on indefinitely. Annie was the first, and Sue the
second.
The net result of this was that there was a large
collection of girls and young women up at the Residence spanning quite
a range of ages. It had similarities to a girls' boarding school. The
girls got an education. Superb teachers and college professors came up
to tutor and teach for a few months at a time. I myself had plenty to
learn, though I did pick and choose. The chances I would ever get to do
any other sort of work were very small.
I also had conversations
with nymphs -- I was not always having sex with them. Some of them were
deep thinkers and good conversational companions. I transferred some to
my staff or the training center so I could have them as friends. We
often had sex too, if they were interested.
Eventually
the rest of Annie started maturing to catch up with her vagina, and I
admired greatly the first signs of nipple enlargement and breast
puffing at the very first moments when her body diverged from the path
a boy's would take. I licked and adored the first two pubic hairs. She
was happy for me to touch her and cherish her all I wanted. As her
hormones surged within her, her already formidable libidinal energies
increased.
As much as I adored Annie as she developed, I also
missed little girls. My staff sought more candidates, but it was hard
to find anyone who could replace the special intimacy Annie and Sue had
offered so happily. Annie got involved in the screening process in a
more systematic way than she had when we were looking for Sue. She
looked over the hundreds of videos of little girl applicants, and she
knew what she was looking for. And when a little girl got to the
training center, Annie could ask frank questions that it was hard for
my staff to ask: "How do you feel about seeing a naked man with his
thingie all big and hard?"
Along with screening, she could also
do some salesmanship. She had done these things and enjoyed them, and
as she was a few years older the girls looked up to her. She could
watch how they went about sticking their fingers into their little
vaginas and tell something important about them. Up at the Residence,
she could train them. Even with all that screening, it still took her
five tries to find a girl who could more or less replace her or Sue,
and another three to find a second one.
Annie had already gone
home after her initial few weeks with me and been orphaned during that
time. Aside from whirlwind sightseeing trips where she stayed
surrounded by my staff, she never left the Residence and her adoptive
mother Ruth. She was an extraordinary person, empathetic, funny, and
brilliant. At 14 and 15, I took to starting my night more often with
Annie and relegating Sally to a later shift. As she turned 16, we began
joking about my marrying her.
Then we talked more and joked
less. I would be spectacularly unfaithful, on a scale unknown to
history. Even at night she could only sleep with me a couple hours. But
to her very core she was behind my program and didn't have a jealous
bone in her body. I was the only man she had known since she was six.
We had been having sex in various forms ever since then. I wanted some
tangible symbol to show she was special, and she wanted that too.
Despite the highly unusual circumstances, marriage was the symbol we
wanted.
In the wider world, we could have filled any number of
football stadiums full of people wanting a chance to see John Smith get
married. We considered an event with hundreds down in the theater at
the training center. But it would not have been easy to decide who
would be invited and who would not. It was a potential political as
well as personal nightmare. What's more, lots of the people in our
lives were transient -- young women or girls who would be gone in a few
years or a few weeks. Eventually, we had a simple ceremony. Ruth
symbolically gave Annie away and filled the role of maid of honor. My
witness was Penelope. No one was really suitable to officiate, so no
one really did. A Justice of the Peace on my staff recorded it. For our
honeymoon we rented an island in the Caribbean. But we both had had
enough after just a couple days. We belonged at the Residence.
One
of the privileges nymphs had was the ability to bear a child in the
normal fashion. As my wife, Annie was without question entitled to that
privilege. But she was a member of the new generation. She didn't want
to get nauseous, then bloated and stretched. She wanted to be an egg
donor, and have not just one child but many. Dozens. Hundreds. As many
as she could. Let other women carry them and birth them and raise them.
We
decided to go down to the heart of sperm central the first time she was
to become a mother. A visit from John Smith and his wife was a rare
event and an honor, so a half dozen people had joined us. She had been
treated with hormones upstairs and had her eggs harvested there. We
brought them down with us in a little jar. Sperm central was a busy
place. Refrigerators, loading docks for fleets of cars, helicopter
pads. Not many trucks. What came in was time-sensitive and arrived from
a variety of places, and what we produced was also time-sensitive and
heading to a variety of places, but it was all quite small. There was a
great deal of computer equipment for record-keeping.
In the
central room where fertilization actually took place, fifty or so jars
of eggs were waiting. We got to watch a technician release a tiny drop
of semen into each one, where the thousands of sperm would furiously
wriggle about in search of eggs, and find hundreds of them. That batch
of semen was probably from when we had had sex not long before heading
down. The semen had as usual been carefully treated and mixed with just
the right additives to optimize its performance when put into jars of
waiting eggs. The technician on hand was prepared to take Annie's
little jar and put it in the row with the others, but that seemed a
little too mechanical to both of us. She had another idea.
Annie
asked everyone else if they would please leave. The retinue left
promptly if reluctantly. We then asked the technician if she would
leave. She said her orders were very strict, and leaving the process
unattended was unthinkable. I said that was very conscientious of her,
but I would take responsibility. She said her supervisor would surely
fire her for such a dereliction of duty. I pointed out that her
supervisor and his supervisor and on up a few levels all worked for me,
and I would take responsibility. With great reluctance she left and
closed the door behind her.
Placing her jar carefully on a
counter, Annie circled my neck with her arms and kissed me with passion
but a certain air of solemnity too. My erection rose quickly. I was
dressed somewhat formally for this momentous occasion, but she loosened
my pants and dropped them midway down my thighs and was soon caressing
my erect penis. She took the tip in her mouth and quickly got me very
excited. She then reached for her jar, opened the lid and said, in her
best little girl voice, "Here's where you're supposed to go to the
bathroom, Mr. Penis." She then put it right at the tip of my penis
while she stroked it.
Memories of our first few months together
when she was a little girl came flooding back, and within seconds semen
came flooding out, most of it right into the little jar. I staggered,
and she held me. We both laughed. After I had done up my pants again,
she put the cover back on the jar and we looked at the milky white
contents. The genetic blueprints for a hundred or more of our joint
biological children were being decided as we watched, egg after egg
inviting in that one special sperm cell.
We opened the door and
the technician was relieved to be allowed back in. Annie handed her the
jar, which was fuller and much cloudier than the others. The technician
picked up on what we had done and started turning just a little pink;
we both laughed.
I
haven't mentioned that ever since my special powers were discovered the
scientists have been drawing my blood and taking some of the semen
samples for research. My DNA has been more thoroughly sequenced than
that of any other creature. They have discovered nothing of practical
benefit but can now say that if my ability is the result of specific
genes, it is a combination of at least nine of them. Despite a great
deal of effort, cloning me has not worked -- no human has been cloned.
They asked everyone in Secaucus as much as they could remember about
every place I had been as a child, every person I had seen, every food
item I had consumed.
We just found out that China has been
carrying on a research program ever since they had their first egg
donors. They selected 200 girl babies born of those pregnancies and
placed them in a special program where they were brought to sexual
maturity by means of hormone treatments at about age three. They were
flown to the US and in the secrecy of the Chinese aircraft on the
tarmac their eggs were harvested. Those eggs were taken into Sperm
Central to be fertilized along with all the others from around the
world. When the babies from those pregnancies were born, the daughters
were also taken back into the program and had their eggs harvested at
age three and the process repeated.
China has not allowed anyone
access to the girls whose puberty was forced at an early age. Experts
in other countries believe they will have a greatly increased incidence
of reproductive cancers. But in practice the majority of the world will
not complain.
After eight generations there are little girls in
China whose genes are 255 parts from me and one part from one of those
original 200 egg donors. Each of those generations also contained a
great many sons who have been tracked as they have grown up. Some have
had their puberty accelerated by hormones, and some have been allowed
to develop normally. Two of my sons who have 31/32 of their genes from
me and were brought to puberty at age ten have now been demonstrated to
produce semen that can fertilize eggs. One of them is 0.2% as effective
as I am, and the other is 4.1% as effective. As the Chinese backcross
breeding continues, we are all hopeful that we can develop a supply of
fertile men like me.
This
story only covers the time since I decided I needed sex with girls in
order to be happy and fertilize the embryos the world needed. But of
course when I think of my life I think back further than that.
I
have come a long way from being an average boy in Secaucus, New Jersey.
I remember my first awkward explorations with Amy, then our more
regular sex, and then my world turning upside down when she became
pregnant.
I have never felt average or inconspicuous since.
After
Amy came Winnie, who I at first thought of as my one true love, but she
was not outlet enough for what the world needed of me. We brought in my
high school flames Sally and Julie, and those three define the era of
girls I had known before I was famous. Their children are the ones who
have known me as a father, a father who is there to hug them and read
stories to them and watch them grow.
Then came the era of the
nymphs, women carefully screened to be ideal mates for a sex-hungry
sperm donor like me. With nymphs I indulged every fantasy I had, my
erotic fulfillment translating into more babies.
Things went
well in that pattern for about 12 years. Then I needed girls folded
into the mix, and we wrestled with making pedophilia work for me, for
the girls, and for public opinion. I think we did a pretty good job of
it, to the lasting benefit of the world.
Just about everyone in
the younger generation knows their birth mother, and they all know
their genetic father -- me. We keep meticulous records at the
fertilization center of everyone's genetic mother, information we
reveal when appropriate. We also record the female out of whose vagina
came the semen that fathered each person. This latter bit of
information has not been divulged so far, but might be if circumstances
warrant. If it is revealed, large segments of the population will find
out that they were born of pedophilia. Their fathering sperm surged
from my loins because of my passion for Annie, Sue, or the other little
girls. It spent a little of its time wriggling in those little girl
vaginas, blindly hoping to find an egg within the girl.
And finally I became a married man. My wife is Annie, one of those
girls, now all grown up.
The
doctors report a curious thing. Somewhere in my 40s my body seems to
have stopped aging. Maybe whatever fluke makes me produce fertile semen
also makes me immortal. Perhaps the unprecedented amount of sex with
the most perfect representatives of the female gender helps. Whatever
the cause, I won't complain.
But some of my male descendants
have a trace of my powers, and we have good reason to hope that I will
become dispensable and humanity will continue into the indefinite
future with or without me.
Meanwhile, I keep ejaculating into
girls and women around the clock, indulging every last sexual whim I
have -- for the sake of the world.