It takes three to five months and a lot of homework. I have a method that has worked quite well for me so far. A method for what you ask? For having as many children as possible and making sure they’ll be cared for, raised by financially solvent people, and never having to pay a dime.

 

I am not a rich man by any means. I used to have a fairly decent middle-management job pulling in around $55K a year. Then my parents passed away within a few weeks of each other, Dad first, then Mom from a broken heart. After taxes and a few specific donations, as their only child I walked away slightly less than three hundred thousand dollars from their estate.

 

Now a wise man would have done something mundane like investing it in the market, or putting it towards a house somewhere. I had no desire to do anything ‘wise’ with it.

 

Growing up my family traveled from town to town a lot. First for my dad’s time in the Army, then for his job helping to open new stores for a major retail company. So many cities, so little time to make friends. Being the only child I had no siblings for company and just when I was making friends, it was soon time to move away and start all over again.

 

I have always found myself to be my best company. I had acquaintances and folks from work to go out for drinks with, but I can honestly say I’ve never had a real ‘friend’. I date a fair amount, but after a few months women seem to ‘want to know where this is going’. Well, now since you felt you had to ask, it is going away. Too bad, so sad; learn some patience next time.

 

I suppose you’d like the usual description here, huh? Okay, I’m six feet three, 250#, with dark black hair and smoldering piercing eyes. The muscles across my back ripple when I stretch and my lithe form looks like it belongs on the athletic field. My ten inch cock swings... TIME OUT... what do you think I really look like? I am average to the extreme. I am white with a slight tan. I stand five feet eleven inches. My hair is light brown with a very slight red tone. My teeth are naturally straight, my weight is proportional for my height. I have no tattoos or piercings. Occasionally I have mustache or a beard. My penis? Oh, yeah about six and a half inches, pretty straight with no bend to either side. Like I said, very average. I’m not great looking, but by no means unpleasant. I could be your auto mechanic, your loan officer, your appliance salesman, or your kids’ little league coach. Simply put, I blend in. My method relies on it.

 

One day shortly after my parents’ deaths I was feeling sorry for myself and drinking to the bottom of a bottle. That is when it hit me, money is nice, but children are where it is at. My parents live on through me, but other than that they are just people in photographs which will be thrown away some day. Their house now belongs to other people and when the people my parents knew pass on they’ll be completely gone. I am a loner. I don’t know if I’ll ever marry, but I definitely want children, many children. What I don’t want is 2.3 kids, a dog, a house in the suburbs and a wife that just married me for my money or to have kids. I don’t want to be nagged, to change diapers, to go to dance recitals, soccer games, and Christmas mornings. How to get the things I want w/o the things I don’t?

 

That’s when it hit me. My lack of ties to the community plus the money from my parents’ estate allow me to do whatever I want to do without an immediate worry about the financial impact. I want to have a flock of bastard children. I need to do this very carefully to get what I want.

 

First a trip to the bank. I went with the biggest bank in the area. It is a nation wide bank with branches in almost every major US. city. If I need access to my money without delay this is my best bet. I took the check from my parents’ estate and opened checking, money market, and retirement accounts. It is amazing how far a bank manager will go to make you happy when you have a certified check for $296, 388.41 all for deposit.

 

The next day I gave my landlord a one month notice on my apartment. I told her about my parents’ deaths and how I needed to move in order to supervise their estate and make the house ready for sale. That, coupled with the fact that I always paid my rent on time for the last four years and never complained, pulled on her heart strings so she didn’t even charge me the fee for braking my lease.

 

I told work that after nearly ten years I regretfully had to end my employment there. The loss of my parents made me reevaluate my priorities and the direction my life was heading and that I needed to find new meaning for my life (That was the truth, albeit with a few parts left out.). I passed off all the questions by telling the truth that with the money from my parents’ estate I could finally afford to do some international traveling. I could afford it now, but we both know that isn’t my plan.

 

I worked with a decent bunch of folks. It was mid sized office with about 35 employees. One of them, a recent hire by the name of Sara really caught my eye. Sara was a pretty girl, short very dark hair and an ample buxom. She was fresh from the local state college and seemed to be a bit of a ‘wild child’. She was qualified and I hired her without hesitation. I went back and looked at her resume, I noticed one of her ‘Memberships and Affiliations’ was the campus chapter of NOW, the National Organization of Women. I assumed that she was ‘modern girl’ and would easy to get in the sack. I’ve always followed the rule of not ‘dipping my pen in the company ink’, but since I was leaving I decided to see if I could make a run to get in her pants.

 

The staff were giving me a going away party at a local restaurant and nightclub. Each employee was allowed to bring a guest. Sara brought her roommate Jen. I was the guest of honor and had to listen to five different “We’ll Miss You” stories and speeches as well as the usual ‘Hey, Remember What you Told That Jerk from the Head Office When...” tales. As the formal part of the evening broke up about 15 or so of us stayed for drinks and a few laughs. I noticed Sara didn’t get many of the jokes, but Jen did. In fact, Jen had enough of a wit to put a few guys in their places. I think Sara brought Jen so she would look better by comparison.

 

Jen must have been Sara’s ‘wing man’. Jen was only 5’ or so and probably could have lost fifteen pounds or so to look all right. Jen had really dark curly hair which went past her shoulders, but it looked kind of oily. She dressed like someone that didn’t make a pile of cash and her clothes though newer, looked like a combination of Wal-mart and the local hippie flea market. She had a tattoo of a dancing bear (Grateful Dead??) by her ankle and another of a rose on the back of her neck. If I had to guess she was probably about Sara’s age. I struck up a conversation with Jen while the rest of our group was chatting about Survivor, or American Idol, or some crap they saw on television. Jen and I talked about books and the mayor’s plan for city park renovation. She wasn’t someone I’d normally chase at a bar, but I asked her if she be up to seeing a new play that was opening at a local independent theater next week. I told her I was leaving town in a few weeks so it wouldn’t be serious, but that I enjoyed her sense of humor. ( To be honest I could have cared less, but I figured that would be a good line on a gal like her.). No surprise she said, “yes “ and we had a ‘date’ for that Thursday night. We swapped numbers and I left shortly after and went home. Normally I’d masturbate before bed, but I decided I save up for few days to see what my output would be. Two days later I enjoyed myself and left a rather sizable pool of little swimmers on the bathroom sink.

 

Jen called Wednesday night to say she had to work late Thursday and hated to waste the tickets, but could we still meet late that night at a bar down the street from her. I agreed and was secretly glad to skip another amateur play. We met a yakked for a while about where we were from, what we studied in school, et cetera... it was heading for closing time and she suggested we go back to her apartment. I really didn’t want Sara to see me fucking her roommate at their apartment so I lied and told Jen I had an exit interview for the company the next morning. She was very open when she said, “ Shit. I was hoping to get laid tonight. I’ve been in town for almost six months and my wrist is getting sore. If I don’t get some action soon I’m going to stop wasting money on the Pill.” I got really turned on but didn't want to seem desperate. I asked her if she was free for dinner tomorrow night at a place near my apartment. She said she was, and I told her to bring an extra pair of underwear with her for the next morning... Cheekily she asked if that meant she’d have to go buy a pair as she only owned four pairs to wear when she was on her period. I told her to skip it, they wouldn’t be on long anyway. I drove her the few blocks to her apartment and before she left the car she asked for my hand. She took it and slipped it down the waistband of her skirt. I felt her deliciously wet snatch and she said, “I just wanted to know what you missed tonight and will get tomorrow.

 

I got to the restaurant early and ordered a bottle of wine, she was about ten minutes late. She sat at the table and asked if I thought she stood me up. I was about to answer when she asked if we could skip dinner and just go back to my place after we finished the wine. After all, if we were still hungry we could always order-in. We drank, I paid the bill, and we left.

 

I warned her my apartment would be a mess since I was selling my things off before I moved. I still had the bed though, I grinned. “That’s all right”, she said, “the floor would be fine. Or the tub... the kitchen counter...”.

 

We arrived and she went to use the bathroom and I put some music on. I asked if she wanted a drink and she didn’t reply. She opened the door and came out naked. I now saw the tribal tattoo above her hips and the ring in her navel. She wasn’t the hottest women I’d seen naked. She was pretty hippy and her ass wasn’t small and heart-shaped. Her tits were a little looser than I’d expect for a 25 year old, but she had a very nice waist and her tummy had almost no flab.

 

“You have too many clothes on.” she said as she walked over to me. We staggered kissing into the bedroom. On the bed it seemed like she was pulling my shirt up and my pants down at the same time. I felt her hair on my belly and her mouth on my dick as I reached toward the night stand. I realized I had no condoms in the place. “Wait!”, I said. “I’m very sorry, but I’m out of rubbers”. “That's what they all say.” she replied. “No, honestly” I answered. “ I’m moving and I really don’t have any. I’m sorry.”

 

Taking her head off my dick she said, “You’re serious? Fuck...that isn’t good. I’ll tell you what... I’m horny as hell and I haven’t been laid in months. Do you have any thing you can give me... herpes,...AIDS... the Clap... syphillis?”

 

“Jen, the only thing I have that I can give you is the four days worth of cum I have built up in my balls.” I said, “I know you’re on the pill and we’re both all ready to go... c’mon.”

 

“You’re cute when you talk too much “, she said.

 

I swung her around so her belly was over my chest and her pussy was over my face. As she lowered her hips, her very moist slit dangled just over my mouth. My tongue reached up at the same time her mouth returned to my dick. We swirled and sucked in a slow and sloppy 69. Again, not the best fellatio ever, but very eagerly given. She kept lifting her cunt away from my tongue as I pulled her closer. Her breathing became fast and sharp. I felt a tremor on my dick as she started grunting like a dog in heat. I felt a rush of warm fluid on my chin as her mouth stopped moving and left my cock. She came loudly and from somewhere deep inside. I began to feel a stirring in my belly. No way. I am not cumming in her mouth, I want that pussy.

 

As I rolled her off she grunted a “Wah?!” as I flipped her over and pushed her knees apart. Before me laid the Promised Land. Even the fact that her pussy looked like it was months from a grooming wasn’t going to dissuade me. I looked in her eyes and placed the head of my penis at the entrance of her wet and opened gash.

 

“Tell me you want my cum.” I told her.

 

“I want your dick.” , she said.

 

“Not my dick, my cum. My sperm... my juice... tell me you want me to come inside you.” I said as I put just an inch of so into her pussy. “Tell me.”

 

‘I want you to fuck me and use me make me cum” she replied. She knew what I wanted. She smiled.

“No. Tell me what you really want. Ask me to fuck you and cum inside your pussy. I can out wait you. We both know it. Ask, bitch.”, I upped the ante. “Say it”.

 

She caved like I knew she would,” Fuck me. Put you hard cock in my wet pussy. I want to feel you inside me. I want to watch your face as you shoot all those sperm deep inside me. I want you to soak my pussy with your sperm... Fuck me all night and cum in me until I’m sore and raw. Please.” She knew that would do it.

 

I thrust back inside her and stopped, enjoying the feel of her wonderfully sloppy snatch around me. I put my weight on her and we began rutting like hogs. She’d grunt, I’d moan, she bit my ear as she whispered primal sounds and dirty words into it. I wish I could say I lasted for hours, but we both know that would be a lie. Two minutes later I looked in her eyes and she knew. She started pushing back and raised her hips. Her feet locked behind my back. I came in her like a flood from a dam. I swear to God it almost hurt. I slumped off and watched more fluids than I’d ever seen during sex dripped from her sex and flooded my sheets.

 

“You weren’t not keeping this mattress, were you? She asked and smiled.

 

“Not now”, I replied.

 

We did it twice more that night. I came in her each time. We had breakfast at a diner then parted. She called my cell phone to tell me to rest up. She had a busy night planned for us that evening.

 

Oh, the method I mentioned earlier? I’ll tell you more, just be patient. I have more stories to tell you, but first I have another date tonight. She’s a nice catholic girl from Chicago. We’ve been seeing each other for six weeks now. I have to get ready.