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Subject: {ASSM} Kitten Farm {adversity} (m/F, M+/F implied, M+/g implied, inc, ped, fantasy)
Date: Sun,  9 Feb 2003 11:10:04 -0500
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[m/F, M+/F implied, M+/g implied, inc, ped, fantasy]

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******************************************** The author does not
condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not
"real life." Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life"
should end up with many unproductive years spent getting it up
the butt in their local prison.
********************************************

This story is a fantasy, with no basis in scientific fact,
whatsoever!



The Kitten Farm ~ chapter one

by Adversity


Privately, Kurt Dorgen acknowledged that the world's loss was his
personal gain. As the ratio of baby girls to boys born declined,
the value of his kittens rose. He took no joy, however, in seeing
the numbers fall.

The dwindling of the female population was universally lamented,
by Kurt no less than other men. He listened to the numbers
broadcast daily along with weather reports. Thirty-one point two
females born to a hundred males, the latest he'd heard. Stable.
The trend had slowed since his grandparent's day but showed no
sign of ending.

Men perservere, he thought, watching his wife as she made a last
circuit around the long oak table with the steaming coffee pot in
hand. We have to face whatever nature dishes out.

He'd struck gold the day he invested in a wife and started making
babies, but he walked a fine line. Stable numbers were a
blessing. Sharp drops triggered the doomsayers, generating
disaster headlines and exciting the politicians. Global
conferences heated up and people talked about drastic measures.
That spelled trouble.

Kurt feared government intervention. The reproductive control
lobbyists had a field day whenever the voters panicked. Very big
trouble. Rumor was, that initiatives like mandatory selection and
genetic testing were already in place in the community houses. He
believed what he heard, knowing they were government run.

On their own, a lot of people made the choice he'd made, to bear
only female offspring. A personal decision is how he wanted it to
stay. The less he was meddled with, the better he liked it.

Most days, people noted the numbers in passing. They shook their
heads, shrugged their shoulders and went on about their business,
as he did, he figured.

Kurt's business was the raising of kittens and he wasn't worrying
that particular morning in early June. His wife, Melinda, was
pregnant with their fifth girl child in little more than ten
years. He watched her as she refilled the cups of her many
adopted sons and nephews, some who were older than she was. There
were a few youngsters at the table, like Zak, their newest.

Kurt smiled, seeing the fourteen year-old hold up his cup in a
hand that seemed too big for his long slim arm. The boy was
eating his mother up with big hazel eyes. It was a tough age,
thought Kurt. Hormones out of control, Zak was perpetually
hungry. Sex and food. The boy seemed to need as much as any two
grown men put together.

The lamps were still lit, the sun just about to rise as a dozen
of the Dorgen men were topping off breakfast with a last shot of
coffee. Each one enjoyed his moment to claim the wife's
attention, Kurt thought. Mel wasn't showing yet but they'd gotten
the news from Doc the night before. Chances were good that Doc
had spilled a few beans, judging from the air of expectation
around the table.

Prosperity had come with the steady crop of kits that had sprung
from Kurt's loins. Another one on the way guaranteed it would
continue.

The once modest Sunrise Organic Produce Farm, his childhood home,
was fast becoming known for its kits; highly desirable, fuckable,
young pussy.

Kurt's father still oversaw the farming of acres of corn and
tomatoes, vegetable beds and fruit trees, but no one questioned
what the real business of Sunrise Farms was now. Much of the food
crop, these days, went to feeding the burgeoning clan.

Success had bred success. With profits Kurt had bought a wife for
each of his two older brothers and one for Doc, who was like a
brother to him. With their blessings he regularly pumped their
wives full of his seed. As a result, in ten years of operation,
the farm had produced sixteen of its own kittens. Six had been
delivered into the hands of their owners and future mates, all of
them were under contract or in the process of negotiation.

At thirty-two, Kurt was a local hero, his farm enriching an
entire community. Too busy churning girl children out of his
women to produce any sons, he had adopted surplus male children
from miles around the verdant New Jersey farming region;
including Doc, their resident physician. A boyhood friend of
Kurt's, they'd gone to college together and he'd been Kurt's
sounding board for most of the ideas put into practice on the
farm. The kittens had footed the bill for "Doc" Joshua Dorgen's
medical school training. In turn he had joined the family and
been given a wife.

As Kurt's wife approached the head of the table where he sat, he
grinned with satisfaction. Twenty-four years old, she was a fine
piece of tail at the peak of productivity. A beauty, he thought.
Health and abundance glowed in her ruddy skin and shiny dark
hair. She was still good for another ten years of babymaking,
maybe more, and then like his mother, she would still yield some
good fucking. He was proud to be able to offer the clan's men
their choice of five fine women to screw. The number was below
ratio -- there were thirty-eight males who called the farm home,
more than a dozen men already at work in the barn, the fields, or
asleep. The ratio meant little, however, with a barn full of
kittens to be tended.

The baby pusses siphoned an ocean of spunk from the balls of
their adopted brothers and uncles. The men of the clan considered
themselves very fortunate, indeed, and were devoted to the
family. Most of them knew as well as Kurt did, what it was like
to have to get what you needed from a community house.

He'd belonged to the local house as a teenager. Three days a
week, his membership entitled him to fuck a woman in a dimly lit
room that reeked of disinfectant and rut; sperm and men's sweat.
He never knew if his seed took hold in a partner. All offspring
were claimed by the house.



"Put the pot down, lady," he told Melinda. Now that she was
safely pregnant with a kit, she was ready to be used again.

Quiet settled around the table when Kurt addressed his wife. The
Dorgen men turned expectant faces their way. Kurt knew they'd
been waiting for this. His eyes met Doc's briefly, and his old
friend offered a cheshire smile.

Mel set the pot down. She lowered her head, tucking her hands
under the half apron tied at her waist as she turned toward him.
A bright blush colored her high cheekbones.

"Good news," said Kurt, affirming the rumors he was sure the doc
had spread. He reached for the top button of Melinda's dress. He
could feel the intensity of the men's attention as the button
slipped loose of its hole. "There's a kitten due in eight
months," he said.

In the heartbeat of quiet that followed, he saw his wife's lips
form a tight smile, partly nervous excitement, he knew, part
justifiable pride. Her grin broadened and her blush deepened as
the men erupted in the catcalls and cheers that were atradition.

Heavy boots thumped the floor and hands banged the table as they
watched Kurt open the next button and the next,  adjusting her
dress to reflect her condition. He didn't stop until the bodice
of her long cotton frock was opened completely and the sides
pinned back, to what they called the "baby buttons." She'd wear
her dresses this way until the kit was ready to join its sisters
in the barn. He untied the drawstring ribbon at the top of her
slip and drew the thin cotton down to expose her.

Melinda's tits were full, heavy pears that sloped into succulent
dark tips. The sight was greeted with a blend of sighs and groans
of appreciation. Her blue eyes, half shut, sparkled at Kurt from
under her long dark lashes. The rosy blush on her cheeks was
matched by a flush that speckled her throat and collarbone. This,
thought Kurt, means as much to her as it does to the men. She was
a healthy woman in all respects -- her need to be used as strong
as the men's need to use her.

The men had quieted. Kurt's mother, too, he saw, had turned from
her work at the sink to watch them, her own hands clutched in her
apron. Joey Jr., a red- headed boy of seventeen whose devotion to
Kurt's mother had made him her self-appointed breakfast helper,
stood close beside her. His gaze ranged back and forth between
Melinda and the matron that he worshipped, between pairs of naked
breasts. Kurt might have laughed at the boy's torn expression,
his arousal -- obvious in the bulge at the fly of his wash worn
jeans -- if he hadn't been just as aroused, himself.


He paused before moving on, enjoying the sensation of his dick
stiffening in the loose leg of his overalls. He thanked God for
his seed and his fertile woman. Hefting a weighty tit in each
hand, he pointed their wide-based, rose madder nipples at his
lips, kissing each one in turn, teasing their buttons into
fingertip

sized knobs. She rewarded him with a flow of milk. Pulling back,
he exhibited the wetted tips, with a pale white drop forming on
each puckered nub. To share such bounty with his brethren gave
him great joy.

"Put your hands on my shoulders, lady," he told her and the small
broad hands, often rough-skinned from hard work, emerged from
hiding to grip him lightly. Kurt felt the softness of her breasts
caress his face as he leaned close, inhaling the womanly scents
of bath powder and milk. Melinda's flow, like all of their
women's, even his mother's, was constant, thanks to Doc's genius
with hormones. It would get heavier now, her body offering more
than enough for men and boys who couldn't resist and the baby to
come.

He kissed her belly as he worked open the lower buttons of her
dress. A symbol of her availability. Though a dress could be
lifted easily enough, breasts bared -- none of the men would dare
to do so during her seeding time and none would hesitate now that
she'd caught.

The long sweep of fabric would remain open to mid thigh and her
slip would be pinned up in front until she was fertile again.


***********


Melinda Dorgen gazed at her husband's handsome face, and felt her
heart bursting with love. How she had feared marriage! And to a
farmer. She'd hoped to escape this valley when she married, to be
taken by a wealthy man and pampered in a home where a woman
wasn't expected to work. Where a woman only had to pleasure one
man. What a fool of a kit she'd been! How little she had
understood of life or her own needs.

Work gave shape to the passage of days. There was daily
satisfaction in homemaking tasks and the care of her large
family.

Her body  exulted in pregnancy, and in the sexual attention of
her menfolk.

She dared, in her mind, to accuse her own father and brothers of
misusing her. She'd gotten no real preparation or training for
their furtive attacks on her body. And they'd kept her to
themselves. She'd had no idea the pleasure she was capable of
until, at the age of fourteen, she'd married Kurt. Part of her
was jealous of her own kits. They were pleasured from birth and
trained correctly. Years lost, she thought.

But, I'm luckier than most, she told herself as her husband's
hands guided her toward Zak. A deep quiver stirred her loins as
the youth unhooked the bib and sides of his overalls. She'd felt
the burn of his gaze since the day he arrived a month before.
Joseph's wife, Delia, had told her that Zak had a surprisingly
long, thick cock for such a scrawny boy.

"It matches his hands," Delia had said. Now she saw for herself
it was true. Zak's rod had outgrown the rest of him, it was a
thick six inches rising up a thin belly. It looked even bigger
for being almost bare of hair.

She felt Kurt's hands squeeze her waist from behind and then he
let go.

"Welcome your newest son, lady."

Though her seeding time had its own pleasures and rewards, a
deeply intimate time to share with Kurt, her body was ready to be
used more fully and she'd prepared herself for this moment.

Her pussy was freshly shaved, as Kurt preferred his women to be.
He'd told her he wanted nothing to hide what made her different
from a man. She was coated with lubricant as a precaution. Again,
it was at Kurt's decree. He didn't want her to risk irritation.
As a rule, she flooded with moisture swiftly and copiously as she
became aroused, but she'd often been taken by surprise. An arm
grasping her waist from behind, a man's laughter and a swift hug
her only warning that a cock was about to embed itself in her
cunt.

She ached with longing as she straddled Zak's lap. His smooth,
almost girlish, face was flaming as he rubbed his cockhead
between her pussy lips and pushed at her opening. For her, it was
like hearing the first note struck of a piece of music she
adored. The moment the silky, slippery head of his penis lodged
in her notch she shivered and moaned with both remembered
pleasure and anticipation.

Zak was surprisingly strong, supporting her weight. He hugged her
tight, crushing her breasts to his bare chest as his hips
strained upward. His skin was soft and warm;  she felt his heart
beating hard.

So pretty, she thought. Close up his eyes were full of gold
highlights. His mouth was very appealing, wide and sensuous, not
even a hint of beard on his upper lip. Fleetingly, she wondered
if he'd been used hard as a pup.

He thrust up as she sank down and the heat spread through her
belly, flaring up from between her legs; a delicious rippling
warmth that gave her goosebumps and made her nipples even harder.
She surprised him by kissing his open mouth. He tasted like
coffee, like the pancakes in maple syrup he'd just eaten. He
kissed her back, hard, thrusting his tongue deep, fucking her
lips with it.

"Lady," he groaned, pulling back for air, his eyes fiery. "It's
too good!"

"Mother," she corrected, riding him, willing him not to cum yet.
She pressed her cunt flush to his groin to stop his climb toward
orgasm, rubbing her clit into the hardness of his pelvic bone to
hasten her own. She was as thrilled by the passion in Zak's face
as she was by the friction of his sweaty skin on her clit.

"Mother," he echoed, his big hands groping under the back of her
dress, clamping onto her bare ass cheeks. He gripped her tight,
urging her to move again, up and down his thick cock, his hips
rocking under her.

There were sounds of dishes being moved, the clatter of heavy
china. Zak clutched her tightly and she kissed his forehead but
men's hands were intervening, lifting her away from the teenager.
Melinda groaned a protest but it turned into a sound of need.

They'd lifted her onto her back on the table. Doc and her
husband, to either side of her, holding her knees bent back,
exposing her throbbing cunt to the open air. She gasped, wiggling
in their hold, not to get away, but with longing to be filled
again. Doc's dark head was on her breast, holding it prisoner to
suck.

The light had turned to a rose gold, rays of rising sun streaming
into the kitchen. Zak was on his feet and she saw his cock, red
and wet, more swollen than before. Her muscles clutched at
emptiness as he aimed it back into her. So good! Her eyes met her
husband's as the boy started fucking her hard, slamming his meat
in and out, beyond control of his need to cum. Kurt's gaze was
lit with lust and love and she basked in it as Zak's pounding
strokes pummeled her toward orgasm. Each slapping impact excited
her clit as her cunt was gorged with cock.

She closed her eyes as the boy cried out, imagining she could
feel his prick unleashing its load. The image of a spurting cock,
thick jets of cum erupting with each jerk of his hips, brought on
the spasms of her own climax.


***






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