Author: Sterling
Title: Come In My Brain
Summary: Dr. Monroe wants unresponsive patients to be able to
transmit their thoughts, but instead they transmit their
pleasure. Next, when a therapist transmits sexual pleasure, it's
a miracle cure for depression. And then he retires and collects
every form of feminine company that suits his fancy: a harem,
little girls cavorting at their whim on the other side of a
one-way mirror, and a steady stream of women dying to be
impregnated. All the females experience his every pleasure as
their own.
Keywords: MF Mf Mg cons het ESP harem preg first
 
NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 1/29/2011.

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Come In My Brain
 
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Phase I: Terminal

Doctor Alan Monroe sat behind his desk and looked at Mr. and Mrs.
Smith.
 
"I know how hard it must be to accept the news about your son,
and there are no words I have that will match the grief you must
feel."
 
Three days before the tests had removed the last doubt: the brain
cancer was spreading. Their son had at most weeks to live. The
doctor paused to see how the parents were reacting. If they
seemed very upset or angry, then there was no point in going
further. However, they both nodded.
 
"Sometimes what helps a terminal patient feel better is to feel
useful, to feel that his experience can help others. Your son is
a prime candidate for an experiment I would like to try.
 
"Your son is one of a great many patients who can't communicate
their thoughts or desires, and that is upsetting to the patient
and their families. I am trying to come up with a procedure so we
can tap the patient's thoughts directly when they can't
communicate through any of the normal channels.
 
"This involves a surgical procedure where we would implant
electrodes in your son's brain. Then a volunteer would wear a
headset attached to those electrodes, and we would see if the
volunteer could receive any thoughts.
 
"This won't do anything to extend your son's life. In fact, there
is some risk associated with the surgery. The hope is that
someday this could help other patients to communicate. Any
thoughts?"
 
The husband and wife looked at each other. Mr. Smith then said,
"It sounds good to me. I think Carl would want to help others."
 
Mrs. Smith said, "You say it might actually shorten his life?"
 
"It's possible, but he doesn't have long anyway."
 
"And would he feel pain, with electricity in his brain?"
 
"Ah, yes, good question. These electrodes are used for measuring
what's going on in his brain, not changing it. So there would be
no current going into his brain. We're just listening in."
 
They looked at each other, and Mrs. Smith shrugged her shoulders.
 
"Let us think about it overnight," said Mr. Smith.
 
It took them two nights to think it over, but they agreed.
 
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Dr. Monroe checked to see that the "halo" that received the
electromagnetic patterns was securely seated on Meredith's head.
Med students were encouraged to volunteer as research subjects as
part of their education, and Meredith was the fourth to try to
receive signals from Carl's brain. The first three hadn't been
able to detect anything.
 
Carl Smith was paralyzed except for his eyes. They moved, and the
doctors had determined that he did have thoughts. He could answer
simple questions by looking to the right for "yes", and up for
"no", at least some of the time. As best they could tell, he had
consented to the surgery after having it explained to him.
 
For the present purposes, what mattered was that he could tell
what number, color or shape he was looking at.
 
He sat propped up on his hospital bed, wires coming out of his
shaved skull to a machine beside the bed. At the foot of his bed
was the chair where Meredith sat facing him, wearing the halo
which received its signals by radio.
 
"Now, Meredith, I will give you two choices. Tell me which one
you think Carl is looking at." A monitor was in front of Carl so
he could see it but Meredith could not. It was slightly to the
side, so he could also see Meredith.
 
"Red or green".
 
"Umm, I have no idea."
 
"Just guess -- sometimes the effects are subtle."
 
"OK, red."
 
The square on the monitor was green.
 
He changed the image. "Once again?"
 
"Green."
 
The square on the monitor was green.
 
"Square, or circle?"
 
"Gee, I don't know. Circle, I guess." It was a square.
 
On and on the test went. Meredith got just about half of the
answers right, exactly what you would expect by chance alone.
 
"One line, or two?"
 
Meredith didn't answer.
 
Dr. Monroe looked up to see her shifting in her seat.
 
"Meredith?"
 
"Oh, um, two."
 
The next picture came up on Carl's screen. "Again, one line or
two?"
 
When she didn't answer again, he looked up to see Meredith's legs
apart. She was wearing black nylons under a gray skirt, and in
her current position both he and Carl had an unobstructed view
right up to her white panties. Meredith was an attractive young
woman, her dark hair held back with barrettes. Her breasts
beneath her white blouse were of an average size, and she was
slim. Her face was really quite beautiful, Dr. Monroe thought,
featuring big brown eyes and an elegant ski-jump nose.
 
Meredith looked at the doctor, then restored her feminine decorum
by putting her legs together again and smoothing her skirt down.
 
"Oh, um, one."
 
But she stared at Carl as she opened her legs again and pulled
her skirt halfway up her thighs, then her eyes went wide.
 
"Oh, I'm sorry, this is quite distracting," she said and blushed,
pulling her skirt down once more.
 
"Can you tell me what you are experiencing?" Dr. Monroe asked.
 
"It's kind of embarrassing."
 
Dr. Monroe took a deep breath. "I noticed you had your legs apart
before, which didn't seem like what young women usually do -- "
 
"Oh, I'm sorry," Meredith said, blushing.
 
"Well," said Dr. Monroe, smiling. "I doubt Carl minded, and I
certainly didn't," he said, "but anything unusual you are
experiencing under these circumstances is of great interest."
 
"Oh, um, could I have a word with you in the hall?"
 
There were still a dozen more questions for her to answer, but
the results to that point were not in the least bit promising,
and this seemed more important.
 
Dr. Monroe showed Meredith out through one anteroom into a second
beyond. Meredith blushed and looked down to the side. "I was
getting something from him, I think, but nothing about squares or
red and green. I think he felt some, um, sexual excitement when I
was being less than modest."
 
"Oh," said Dr. Monroe, trying not to laugh at this fanciful idea.
He wondered if this young woman was especially frustrated
sexually. "That is surprising. How do you know?"
 
" I'd rather not say." She straightened and looked at the doctor.
"But we want our patients to be open about sexual matters so we
can treat them properly, right?"
 
"Of course."
 
"So if my sexual reactions are relevant to science...?"
 
"Yes, then it would be very helpful to hear them."
 
She looked to the side as she spoke. "The reason I think I was
getting his sexual arousal is that *I* felt sexual arousal when I
did those things, and I assure you I wouldn't ordinarily feel
that way. Am I correct in thinking that a man might feel arousal
from looking up a woman's skirts?"
 
"Well, I can't speak for all men," said the doctor, looking away.
He was trying hard to maintain a professional demeanor, "but my
understanding is that would often be true." He paused, then
decided to make her a little more comfortable by revealing a tiny
bit about himself. "It often is for me."
 
When he looked up he realized she had been teasing him. She gave
him a sweet smile and continued. "Could I try some more, um,
experiments?"
 
"OK," he said, unsure what to expect.
 
Back in the room, she sat in the chair again without the halo on
and opened her legs, then lifted her skirt, and said, "Nothing."
 
With the halo back on, she repeated those procedures and gave a
little moan.
 
She looked at the doctor. "Could I do some more experiments, just
the two of us?" she asked.
 
"Protocol doesn't allow me to leave you alone with a research
patient," he said, feeling confused.
 
Her eyes fixed on Carl, she thrust her chest out and ran her
hands over her breasts, moaning again.
 
"Meredith," he said, uncertain. "This isn't at all professional
behavior!"
 
"Oh, doctor," she said, looking at Carl hungrily. "It could be an
important discovery, right? Why don't you just leave us alone in
here?"
 
This was crazy, he thought. The medical school could have his
head if this got out. On the other hand, if she was somehow
getting sexual thoughts from the patient, that was extraordinary.
Whatever unseemly activities Meredith engaged in, Carl wasn't
going to tell, and Meredith would have many reasons not to
advertise it either.
 
"Um, OK," he said, retreating to the anteroom.
 
There was a video recording everything that went on in the room,
and he immediately started watching in fascination.
 
Meredith unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor before
peeling off her nylons and panties.
 
He could just barely make out on the sound feed, "Oh, my God,"
she moaned. "You really like this!"
 
With a few deft motions she removed the sheet and pushed Carl's
johnny up to reveal his genitals. His penis was largely erect,
and with a few deft strokes of her hand it became fully hard.
 
"Oh!" she gasped. And with that, she knelt above him, guided his
cock to her pussy, and plunged down on him. Dr. Monroe's mouth
dropped open in shock.
 
"Oh, my God, oh no, oh God, Oh!" Meredith gushed, trying to keep
her voice down. From her sudden relaxation, it appeared she had
just experienced an orgasm.
 
She lifted off of the paralyzed patient and sat on the bed next
to Carl. Seeming to come back from a faraway place, she looked
around. "Oh, shit," she said, suddenly seeing the video camera.
She turned her nakedness away from the lens.
 
The doctor could only imagine the thoughts going through her
head. A video had just been made of her raping a paralyzed
teenage boy.
 
The boy's cock was softening gradually, and a fresh little pearl
of semen appeared at the tip.
 
The doctor was amused to see her remove the halo, get dressed in
record time and look around frantically for wipes to clean up the
evidence on Carl's penis, then close up his johnny and put the
sheet back on him.
 
She pulled the halo off, then seemed to pause a moment before
opening the door.
 
"Um," she said as she emerged. "That video camera wasn't on, was
it?"
 
"Yes," he said, "and I was watching." At that point he couldn't
maintain his composure completely and laughed, shaking his head.
 
"Oh, no," she moaned plaintively. "Oh no, oh no," and started to
leave, bright red.
 
"Don't go anywhere, Meredith," said the doctor. "Don't panic. I'm
not going to tell anyone."
 
"You won't?" she asked, looking up at him with hope.
 
"No, and I'll hide that video file in a safe place. Look, we
share a little secret. We both have a strong incentive not to
tell anyone else what happened in that room. For me to allow what
just happened would put my reputation in serious jeopardy."
 
"Talk about *your* reputation!" she said miserably.
 
"Listen," he said, trying to ease the tension with some openness.
"I've seen sexual intercourse before -- even participated in it
now and then! I know what the naked female body looks like, and
yours looks just fine and not that different from any other. Your
sexual response was, well, what I would expect, though perhaps --
unusually strong."
 
She nodded and looked down.
 
"Now, ordinarily, no woman would ever initiate sex with a
patient, especially a paralyzed one, and especially not in a
hospital research room where you might have expected a video. The
question is what made you do it."
 
"I could just feel his pleasure and his hunger. Or actually, it
was my pleasure and hunger, but it came from him -- it must have,
right?"
 
"OK, but ordinarily, even if you saw a guy who was really totally
hot, and he was looking you up and down and licking his chops,
you still wouldn't spread your legs for him in a hospital room,
right?"
 
"No, of course not!" she said. "But this was different, it was
compelling in a different way." Her eyes got a faraway look. "The
idea that I could do something to make him feel even better -- it
was irresistible."
 
"Because he's paralyzed and you sympathize with his plight?"
 
"No, just because... it was irresistible."
 
She looked at him. "This is research, right? I can't believe I'm
saying this, but... would you like me to do it again?"
 
"Oh, let me think..."
 
She looked at him and whispered, "Would you *let* me do it
again?"
 
Her attraction must be strong indeed! "Oh," he said. It *was* a
potentially unique opportunity. Ground-breaking.
 
Then he said, partly to himself, "Think Kinsey. Think Masters and
Johnson." He felt excitement and a little bulge in his pants as
he asked, "Can I watch?"
 
"No!"
 
"I will only permit you to repeat the experiment if I can be
present."
 
She looked longingly at the door, then at the doctor. "Can we
turn the video off?"
 
"Oh, yes, of course!" he said. He certainly didn't want any
evidence of him watching this encounter.
 
She bit her lip. "It's science, right?" she said.
 
Meredith put the halo on at the foot of the bed and a dreamy
smile came over her face. She undressed completely and exposed
Carl's lower parts fully. His penis was erect again.
 
"Let me try some different things," she said.
 
She stroked his penis with her hand. "He likes that." She played
with her breasts. "That too." She reached down and took his penis
in her mouth. "Ooo, he really likes that."
 
She slid her hands around on her breasts and sighed. She took
some deep breaths as she slid her hand up her thigh to her
crotch.
 
"What about you?" she asked.
 
"Me?"
 
"Well, it's science, right? What about homosexual activity?"
 
"Ummm, OK." Dr. Monroe approached the boy and touched the boy's
penis. He had never touched another male's erect organ before. He
stroked up and down tentatively.
 
"No, nothing from that," she reported. "What about oral?" she
asked.
 
"Ummm," he said, making a face.
 
She gave him a teasing smile. "For the sake of science!"
 
"Uh, let's see," he said, gulping with revulsion. "But he *was* a
doctor -- a scientist."
 
"What about showing him what you've got in *your* pants?" she
asked, smiling at the bulge that marked his erection. "Well,
hearing us talk about this didn't make him feel excited, so I
guess you're off the hook." She giggled.
 
Dr. Monroe breathed a sigh of relief.
 
Meredith looked at Carl and spread her pussy lips a little.
"Would you like to do it again, Carl?" she asked.
 
"Yes," she told Dr. Monroe. "That's what he really wants."
 
"I want it too, Carl!" she said. "I really do!"
 
"Just a second," she said, getting into position above him,
preparing to impale herself once more.
 
"There, oh, there!" she moaned, lowering herself slowly onto him.
"You love that, don't you? I love it too, it feels so good! Now
let me go up and down a little."
 
Dr. Monroe watched as the med student humped herself up and down
on the boy's penis.
 
"I can't believe how good it feels," she whispered. She went a
little faster up and down. "Oh yes, you want it faster, right?
Oh, I bet you want to come in me again, don't you? Oh wow! You
want to fuck me?"
 
She turned to the doctor, "He loves it when I talk like that."
 
"OK, Carl, fuck my cunt, let me feel you deep. Oohhhh. Shoot me
full of cum, Carl, OK? Ooohhh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" There
was a pause. "Aaaahhhhh!" she screamed, shuddering for several
seconds, then lifted herself off the boy and sat beside him on
the bed.
 
"Oh, doctor," she said. "I don't usually talk like that. It's not
that I like it, but I thought he might, and he really did! So I
did more of it, and I can't tell you how much he liked it. And
then of course his orgasm is the best of all. It's way stronger
than any orgasm I've ever felt. This is so amazing, doctor."
 
Dr. Monroe noticed that she was remarkably calm sitting naked in
front of the doctor, showing no sign of embarrassment. It had him
hard. Carl's cock lay flaccid.
 
He had an idea for another scientific experiment. "Say, I wonder
how he would feel about voyeurism."
 
"What do you mean?"
 
"Well, like watching two other people do it."
 
"Oh, and what two people do you have in mind?" she asked, looking
him up and down. "Trying to get into my pants in the name of
science, eh? That is sexual harassment!"
 
"Well," he said, "I suppose you would have to tell them the
entire context in which this occurred."
 
She stuck her tongue out at him. Then she stopped and looked at
Carl. "He likes the idea," she said, then continued,
mischievously, "and aren't you the lucky doctor, getting to screw
your student because science requires it."
 
"You are very sexy," he said earnestly, and stripped from the
waist down, then stood looking at her.
 
"Aren't you going to strip all the way?" she asked.
 
"Carl," he said, "do you like the idea of my keeping my shirt
on?"
 
Meredith looked at him and sighed. "*He* likes the idea."
 
Meredith bent Carl's legs to the side to make room at the bottom
of the bed and lay back crossways.
 
The doctor had an evil little thought. "What would Carl think of
doing it doggy style?" he asked.
 
Meredith sighed again. "He likes that idea very much, you nasty
man!"
 
The doctor just grinned.
 
The bed was too small for that position, so they looked around.
"What about over the back of that chair?" he asked, referring to
an armchair in the corner.
 
"Talk about demeaning! But he likes the idea," she said. "I guess
you men all think alike."
 
Meredith presented her nice cute little ass, and Dr. Monroe
eagerly slid up behind her and eased his hard shaft up her pussy.
It was hot and tight and he was in heaven. He held her hips as he
mated with the girl. On a whim he slapped her thigh lightly with
his left hand.
 
"Hey!" she said, turning back to glare at him. But then she said,
"Oooh, he really likes that, do it again."
 
So the doctor did, thrusting and slapping. "Harder!" Meredith
said, and he slapped harder, pumping deeper for good measure.
 
His orgasm was upon him, and he stopped slapping, grabbed the
girl's hips tightly, and after some last frantic thrusts buried
his cock to ejaculate his sperm deep inside.
 
As they caught their breaths, Meredith said, "That was
interesting. He felt excited by it, but of course he wasn't
feeling direct pleasure from his own penis."
 
"Interesting," said the doctor, with a grin on his face.
 
"Oh, look, he's asleep," said Meredith.
 
The two did a thorough job of cleaning up all traces of their
deviation from the research protocol.
 
"Come see me tomorrow," he said. "We're onto something
potentially huge, and I can't talk about it with anyone else."
 
Meredith nodded.
 
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That night Carl died.
 
"Do you think it killed him?" she asked the next morning.
 
"I don't know, but we would only have expected him to live
another week or two at most."
 
"Oh, I feel kind of guilty."
 
"I wouldn't if I were you."
 
"But he might have lived --"
 
"Think about it this way. His quality of life was pretty
miserable. And here this lovely young woman initiates sex with
him. Twice! He was probably a virgin. It's every teenage boy's
dream. And she's crazy about it -- obviously not doing him a
favor or anything. I imagine he died very happy."
 
"Well, OK," she said.
 
"I've been thinking about this," he said. "This is potentially a
huge discovery. I need to try it with more patients. But I can't
change the research description. Imagine, 'Subjects wanted to see
if a terminal patient can induce them to go berserk with sexual
desire'."
 
Meredith laughed.
 
"Even phrased in scientific jargon, getting that sort of thing
approved with the research ethics committee would take forever if
it could be done at all. What I'd like to do, if you are at all
willing, is to have you try this, ahem, 'experiment' with the
next patient too."
 
"I am not going to have sex with anyone else!"
 
"Fine. But you can see if you get any of the same sensations or
inclinations."
 
"With you watching?"
 
"That's up to you."
 
"Maybe," she said, thoughtful.
 
"This could be huge. And some day, your role in it could be known
if you want it to be. You could be famous."
 
"That's not the kind of fame I want!"
 
"It still could be a huge help to humanity."
 
Meredith paused a moment. "Kind of like 'Make a Wish'? Get laid
on your deathbed?"
 
Dr. Monroe smiled, but he had grander ideas in mind.
 
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Meredith didn't impale herself on the next couple patients, but
she did report similar feelings as she exposed herself. They were
older men and might have had weaker sex drives. With the fourth
she smiled and said, "Here goes!" She humped away on that fellow
too and screeched as she experienced his orgasm.
 
Dr. Monroe put the halo on himself, and got perhaps a glimmer of
something with a female patient, but she was older. He wasn't bad
looking, but wasn't one of those distinguished older fellows. In
any case, women don't get turned on by visual stimuli so easily.
 
 
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Phase II: Depressed

The doctor considered what his discovery might mean. As Meredith
had said, it could be part of a "Make a Wish" program, allowing
terminal patients to experience joy as volunteers happily helped
them live out their sexual fantasies.
 
But there was the other side to it -- benefit to the recipient,
not the sender.  Meredith had reported that the transmissions
from Carl gave her a good feeling surpassing any orgasm she had
ever felt. What effect could that have on people beyond just a
good feeling?
 
It could be a form of sexual therapy. Women who didn't experience
orgasms from sexual stimulation might get something even better
-- maybe it would open up their natural responses.
 
But as he thought about it, the potential was wider. What effect
could a super-orgasm have on people with other ailments? What
about something as basic as depression? Even if it helped a small
fraction, it could be a huge business. He filed a patent.
 
If the effect was for the benefit of the recipient, the donor
should be a healthy person in the prime of life. Ethics
committees would have trouble approving risky surgery for a
healthy person. He needed someone dedicated to the project. Dr.
Monroe thought of himself. He had the electrodes implanted by an
excellent neurosurgeon colleague of his in Russia, where ethical
concerns were not as much of an issue.
 
He smiled as he considered the potential side benefits to his
experiment.
 
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Jenny slumped in the ward's lounge, looking at nothing in
particular. Other patients shuffled around, mumbled to
themselves, or just paced. Many just sat, like her.
 
She was 23 and a hopeless case. Treatment-resistant depression.
She had been tried on twenty-odd different medications. They had
zapped her brain with ECT. None of it did any good. She had tried
to kill herself three times, and the last time had come pretty
close. She mused about how she could really pull it off the next
time they let her out.
 
Time for her case conference. Every Thursday at 2:30. After the
usual drivel about her diet and physical condition and mental
assessment and how well she did with the OT (pathetic "play" for
grown-ups), there was something new. Her psychiatrist Dr.
Bernstein said a colleague wanted to meet with the two of them
privately.
 
"Hello, Jennifer, I hope you are no worse than usual today?"
asked Dr. Bernstein. She had to hand it to him: at least he
didn't say, "How are you feeling today, Jennifer?" with a loud,
cheery voice. She was tempted to answer that kind of question
with, "Life sucks, I feel awful, and fuck you too!" So Dr.
Bernstein gave her an iota of respect by recognizing her basic
condition.
 
"Jenny, this is Dr. Green."
 
"Hi, Ms. Jones," said the new doctor, a middle-aged woman. "You
can call me Cathy. What should I call you?"
 
Jenny looked at her dully. Oh, she was going to be Respected. She
felt better already, ha ha. "Jenny is fine," she said.
 
Dr. Bernstein said, "Jenny, you know we have tried every
treatment we can think of for your depression, and that means you
are eligible for experimental treatments as well. You have tried
a couple."
 
Yeah, that one that made her pee her pants and nearly vomit when
she turned her head sharply to the left; that one had been fun!
 
"Dr. Green is going to describe a new opportunity."
 
"Jenny, this one is very strange. I won't pussyfoot around. It
has to do with sex."
 
That got her attention.
 
"Let me cut to the heart of the matter. There is a man, one Dr.
Monroe, who is wired to send signals from his brain to yours when
you wear a halo -- kind of like a hat with no center. We think
that when he feels pleasure, you will too. When he eats a piece
of chocolate cake, you will feel the pleasure he gets. Naturally
enough, the strongest pleasure we humans feel is sex. The hope is
that when you absorb sexual pleasure sensations from him, it
might help with your depression."
 
"What does he do, fuck me?" Jenny asked.
 
"If you decided that was what you really wanted to do, it is a
possibility at some point. The one rule that is very clear is
that you never do anything you don't want to. We were going to
start with such measures as him masturbating or having sex with a
different woman. "
 
"Oooo, do I get to watch him jerk off? Or watch him hump the
other chick?"
 
"That is also a possibility."
 
This was all so bizarre Jenny wondered what planet she was on
now.
 
"I realize this seems very unusual. Sex therapy for depression
has been tried and found ineffective. The new element here is the
transmission of his pleasure directly to your brain."
 
Like most kids, Jenny had experimented with sex. She had
masturbated as a young teen and learned about orgasms. She had
let a couple boys in high school fuck her, painful experiences
she preferred not to think about. Mark, in college, had been more
experienced. After a few times, she had gotten to understand how
it worked, understood how she could feel a little pleasure from
the fucking motion, in and out. He brought her to orgasms now and
then with his fingers.
 
"And what are the chances all this stuff will make me better?"
 
"We don't know. You would be one of the very first half dozen
volunteers. However, even if this didn't help you, or made you
worse, you might be contributing to a cure for others with your
condition."
 
"I don't give a shit about others with my condition," she said.
But she did, deep down. She cared a great deal about them -- and
about herself.
 
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The first time she never even saw the transmitting doctor. They
put a halo on her, and she did feel a little tingling when he ate
a square of chocolate. The technician adjusted a knob to increase
the strength of the signal until she described her pleasure as
she used to feel when she ate chocolate. She was then told that
he was masturbating in the next room, and she did feel a buzz in
her brain. It was more pleasure than she had felt in months. When
he came, it was a big rush. She felt her pussy get wet.
 
They escorted her back to the hospital and asked her about her
mood every ten minutes, or so it seemed. Within a few hours she
felt as bad as ever. After waiting three days, they were ready
for the next phase. She wore the halo for a morning and afternoon
session for three days in a row, and was told the good doctor was
engaging in sexual intercourse with a woman. The memory of his
orgasms seemed to perk her up and she felt pretty good while it
was going on, though she was reluctant to admit it. She had felt
little blips of happiness from a number of the drugs she had been
tried on, but they never lasted. Still, she dutifully reported
her improved mood -- it might help someone later. Just as she
feared, after the treatments stopped, she went right back to
feeling horrible.
 
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"I'm your local Martian," said the doctor when she first met him,
pointing to the electronics that stuck out of his head. It was no
worse than him wearing headphones, that was all -- not even that
bad.
 
"Here we are in this incredibly awkward situation. Sex is on the
table. We might have intercourse if you decided to go that far,
but maybe we'll just be doing stuff like masturbation -- or maybe
nothing at all." As he spoke he put the halo on her head and
seated it firmly. Then they sat on the love seat side by side.
The only other furniture in the room was a bed.
 
"Whatever," Jenny said. It was hard to be totally apathetic under
these circumstances, though.
 
"I should tell you, Jenny, that I think your are very
attractive."
 
She had looked in the mirror that morning. She knew people used
to say she was pretty, but at this point she looked just dull.
"Oh yeah, right," Jenny said. Another phony.
 
"I mean it. Yeah, I can see you've been feeling depressed, but I
can see underneath it too. And not just your face is attractive
-- you have a very sexy body, too."
 
Jenny had half a mind to walk out -- who was this guy who thought
he had the license to talk about her body? But of course, that
was exactly what she had given him license to do. That and other
sexy stuff. She could walk out, but she didn't want to. Maybe it
would help some other depressed people later.
 
She realized she had also felt a little glimmer when he said
that. He really did find her sexy -- or was it just that she felt
sexy from him telling her she was sexy? It was hard to tell.
 
"Jenny, could I touch your hair?" he asked quietly.
 
What was that surge she felt? She didn't mind his touching her
hair -- but now she also wanted him to touch it. She wanted him
to because she knew that when he did -- oooo, she felt sexy. She
saw him stealing glances at her breasts through her blouse. He
wanted to touch her there too, she knew it. She couldn't quite
believe that she guided his hand to her breast, and felt just the
way she thought she would -- felt his excitement at cupping and
stroking it.
 
Suddenly it struck her as alarming -- this was all too strange.
 
She broke away sharply and ran for the door. On the way out she
tossed off her halo -- and felt a big letdown. What was happening
to her?
 
Doctor Green was waiting in the anteroom.
 
"Hi, Jenny," said the woman doctor nonchalantly. "How's it
going?"
 
"Oh, shit!" said Jenny. "I don't know!"
 
"Want to say more?" she asked pleasantly.
 
Jenny shook her head.
 
"What we expect might happen is that you would feel Doctor
Monroe's sexual excitement for you. Is that part of it?"
 
Jenny nodded.
 
"The idea is that you can be as sexual with the doctor as you
both want -- though for his part I think we know that he finds
you very attractive.
 
"The doctor is certified free of STIs -- as are you. You will
also recall that your period is due in a couple days, so sexual
intercourse would be safe -- IF you decided you wanted to do
that."
 
"I don't know... I don't know... Can I go back to the hospital
and think about it?"
 
"Certainly you can," the doctor said. "Just wait here a few
minutes and I'll arrange an escort."
 
But it was less than a minute before Jenny said, "I think I've
changed my mind. Can I go back in?"
 
"Sure!"
 
As Jenny entered, the doctor was slumped on the sofa. He sat up
and brightened immediately.
 
"Jenny!" he said. "Nice to see you again."
 
Jenny stopped, uncertain what to say. Part of her was incensed.
"You want to fuck me, right? This halo is a trick to let you fuck
me."
 
"It's always up to you. I find you very attractive, Jenny, it's
true. I'll admit I was disappointed when you left, and if you
leave again I'll be disappointed again. The idea of having sex
with you is very appealing. But don't worry about me, I'll be
fine!
 
"Our hope is that having sex -- if you decide you want to do that
-- will not only be pleasurable for me, but that your pleasure
will be linked to what you do, and it might help you with your
depression."
 
"Nothing is going to help my depression!" Jenny said hotly.
 
"OK, it might let us learn things to help others." After a pause,
he said, "What have you got to lose? Your dignity, I suppose."
 
Jenny took a deep breath and put the halo back on and walked over
to him. She felt his desire for her -- felt it right inside her
head. When she touched her own breast, she felt his thrill. When
she slid her hand up the inside thigh of her jeans, she could
tell he was excited and wanted more. More to the point, so did
she!
 
She shed her clothes frantically. Jeans down, panties off. Every
item she removed made him more excited. Her blouse buttons took
so long to undo! Seconds! Her bra was off and she was naked
except for her socks. And she was right, his excitement surged as
he saw her naked.
 
He unbuckled his belt and his trousers and unzipped the fly. "Is
this OK?" he asked. "Me getting undressed?"
 
"Yes!" she said, lying on her back with legs spread. What a dumb
question! He stripped quickly, guided by his lust, and approached
her with hard erection ready to insert inside her.
 
He slid one hand to her pussy area and started caressing lightly.
But she could tell it wasn't exciting for him -- or not as
exciting as it could be.
 
"Forget that! In me! Now!" she pleaded.
 
He took no convincing, and in seconds he had mounted her, his
cock right at her pussy opening. She held him outside her for
just a second, and felt his excitement ebb. It was her choice!
She wanted to feel his excitement rise, and by pulling on his
hips instead of pushing, his cock surged inside her. She was
thrilled by the pleasure he felt upon first penetration.
 
"Oh, that's so nice!" she moaned.
 
"Oh, yeah, it's wonderful!" he answered.
 
"What's your name?" she asked breathlessly, realizing at some
level it was an odd time to ask.
 
"Alan," he said.
 
What would be even more exciting for him? Coming, of course!
 
"Come in me, please, Alan! As soon as you can, OK?"
 
"OK," he said. His thrusts increased in speed and depth. She had
never craved a penis like she did now.
 
She suspected he would like it if she hugged his back. But it
actually made him less excited, so she instantly stopped that.
 
She tried whispering in his ear, "Fuck me, Alan, fuck me harder!"
and that increased his excitement and pushed him to the edge of
orgasm. Jenny was awash in pleasure as never before. She felt his
penis swell, and then felt his ecstatic climax. Along with the
direct pleasure that was flooding her brain, she felt the
excitement of the sex act and knowing that it was *her* body that
had given him such exquisite pleasure.
 
He rolled off her, and naturally she felt his excitement fading.
The magic gone, she immediately wondered what she had done. She
stabilized her feelings by reminding herself that she had
participated in an experimental treatment for depression.
 
She sat up and felt his happiness drop. She tried lying down
again and snuggling against him, which made him happy.
 
But she was confused, not sure what she actually felt herself.
Hoping to have her own feelings back, she pulled off the halo.
 
Sunshine turned to clouds. On the one hand, she had her own
simple feelings back, and on the other she missed his
contentment. She put the halo back on for another ten minutes of
gentle warmth, but then she wanted to go.
 
She had felt happy after the previous experiments, but this time
she felt even better, and there was a different quality to it
somehow. Something beyond mere pleasure.
 
They wouldn't let her go back the next day, and then she felt she
had to wait a few days while she had her period.
 
When she did get back again, she ripped her clothes off -- no
finicky buttons this time! -- and devoured his cock with her
pussy as he lay on his back. But she sensed he wasn't as excited
as during their previous meeting, so she eagerly turned onto her
back and felt his extra joy at fucking her soundly in the
missionary position.
 
To test her control, she made him pull out and get off, and felt
his excitement plummet. But when after a few seconds she urged
him back inside, she was rewarded with the intense pleasure she
had hoped for.
 
They did it five days in a row, and she looked forward to it like
nothing else in her whole life. After their fifth session, he
told her as they dressed that they had something they needed to
discuss.
 
Any that further visits would be contingent on her making
progress putting her life back together. The staff at the
hospital would handle the details.
 
The social workers helped her arrange a place to stay and set up
goals for her personal hygiene, eating, laundry, exercise. After
three days she was rewarded with another fantastic bout of sex
with the good doctor.
 
After a month she had to wait a week between sexual bouts. But
something else happened. She wasn't just going through the
motions of living a normal life to get her reward. Her food
tasted good -- some of the time. She enjoyed exercising. Visits
with her little brother felt rewarding -- she was glad to hear
about his college exploits. He told her he knew she would get
better some day. Before she would have felt exasperated, knowing
inside that whatever improvement she felt would be temporary. But
this time she didn't mind, because she was hopeful too.
 
--------------------
 
"Hi, Alan," Jenny said brightly, as she walked in. She sat on the
couch with him but made no move to put the halo on.
 
"What is it?" he asked.
 
"I've found a boyfriend," she said. "I think he's really sweet. I
haven't told him about this therapy we've been engaged in, but I
have to. And I have to tell him the therapy's over, too."
 
She saw the doctor brush back a tear.
 
"Oh, Alan!" she said. "I'm sorry. You've got other girls to do,
don't you?"
 
"Oh, of course," he said. "But you're not all the same, like
interchangeable parts. Did I ever tell you that you were the very
first one?"
 
"Me? The first?"
 
"Yeah. I don't know if you can imagine what it's like to be a guy
and have a gorgeous girl beg you to fuck her and come as fast as
he can. I'd never experienced that before."
 
"Yeah," she said, "I could imagine it could be cool. You're one
lucky duck, I say."
 
"Yeah, I can't complain," he said. "But you know, you've never
been just a 'fuck' to me. I've really been rooting for you. I
like you."
 
"That's so sweet," she said automatically. Studying his face, she
said, "I believe you."
 
"Have you had sex with this boyfriend yet? It's none of my
business, of course."
 
"No, but I want to soon."
 
"Have you considered what happens when it's just normal sex? When
there isn't a halo blasting pleasure into your brain?"
 
"Yeah, I've thought about it. You've been turning the volume down
for a while, though, right?"
 
"Yeah."
 
The two were silent a moment.
 
"I was thinking, Alan."
 
"Yeah?"
 
"Maybe it's a dumb idea, but..."
 
"Go ahead."
 
"Would you like to do it once, just normal, with no halo?"
 
"I'd love that," Alan said. "If you're sure."
 
They didn't kiss -- they weren't quite that intimate. Jenny was
delighted when Alan dipped his head between her legs and started
licking -- something she would never have had the patience for
while wearing a halo. The sensations were also thrilling -- no
boy had ever done this with her before.
 
"No, stop, Alan, stop."
 
"What's wrong?"
 
"Nothing's wrong, it feels fantastic, it's just ... I don't want
Mark to have to live up to that standard -- not at the beginning,
anyway."
 
"Yeah, I can see that," Alan said.
 
So for her own pleasure Jenny took her turn on top, and with the
help of a little finger work from Alan, she had a normal female
orgasm from the pleasure felt by her own female parts. Then they
turned over, and Alan humped away. She enjoyed the sensations
herself, and inferred his pleasure from his sighs and moans, the
tension in his body and its release with a big, "Oh, Jenny!" That
was how a woman was supposed to experience a man's pleasure.
 
They said their goodbyes, both crying a little.
 
Things didn't work out with Mark, and Jenny was tempted to go
back to Alan when she felt blue. But she got through it and she
ended up married to Steve. He wasn't the love of her life,
exactly, but they built a solid, warm relationship. They had
agreed in advance not to have children, and Jenny's main reason
was that she didn't want to risk passing on any genetic component
to her severe depression.
 
She and Alan exchanged Christmas cards for years. She had been
headed for suicide, and thanks to Alan's therapy she was instead
living a normal life.
 
--------------------
 
The treatment was a stunning success. It turned out that
experiencing a man's pleasure relayed through a wall was never
effective. Sexual intercourse was required. It appeared that the
woman's control of the situation was vital -- one causal factor
in some depression is that the patient feels no control over her
life. With intercourse she could tell that it was *her* body that
gave him pleasure; little things she did could make him feel
better or worse. The fact that they were engaged in the most
intimate human experience may have helped too. Combined with
large doses of pleasure, it offered hope that human relationships
could be rewarding again.
 
Age was also a big factor. Effectiveness of the treatment dropped
dramatically through the 20s and it was a long shot at age 35.
Children come into the world with brains of great plasticity, but
it fades as they age.
 
Ninety percent of girls who went ahead and had sex with the
doctor had a marked temporary improvement. Sixty percent had a
sustained benefit that could be maintained with no more than one
follow-up treatment per month. Forty percent needed no follow-up.
Five percent had persistent difficulties separating themselves
from their therapist and engaged in some form of stalking
behavior.
 
There were limitations. The girl had to be truly attractive to
the therapist -- he couldn't fake his gut reaction. So naturally
the less attractive a girl (judged by a panel of independent
judges) the less likely the treatment was to be effective. This
opened a market opportunity for men with catholic tastes, put
crudely as "guys who will enthusiastically fuck anything".
 
Treatment was less effective for boys, because fewer women are
deep down delighted to have a strange boy fuck them. It was
important for the boy to have control and cause the woman's
orgasm, something they were often not skilled at, especially when
seriously depressed. Most could wield a vibrator fairly well, and
that helped some.
 
Gay and lesbian therapists filled the needs of gay and lesbian
youth.
 
There was a legal problem with younger patients.
Treatment-resistant depression doesn't magically appear at age 18
or even age 16. There are a great many 14- and 15-year-old girls
with severe depression. For them, the therapy was of course
illegal. Even with parental consent, doctors who did treat them
had to fight off some expensive lawsuits -- but to no one's
surprise only when the treatment had proven ineffective. If a
girl could find anyone to treat her, it was at a clinic that
catered to undocumented aliens, since documentation of age was no
more required than documentation of legal residence.
 
 
=============================================
 Phase III: Ecstatic

Dr. Alan Monroe wasn't a billionaire -- $700 million was as far
as he got, but that was good enough. His was perhaps the most
lucrative patent of all time. Reluctance to submit to back-alley
neurosurgery meant that few treaters tried to work around the
patent.
 
The doctor took stock of life. He had started out in med school
eager to help individual patients. Like many doctors, he became
frustrated that there were many he couldn't help because there
were no effective treatments available. His interest shifted to
devising better treatments. He had devised a depression treatment
that made the world a better place; he had succeeded as very few
other researchers do. He would very likely win the Nobel Prize in
Medicine.
 
His wealth allowed him to engage in substantial philanthropy. Dr.
Meredith Boyd was happy with a humble practice in pediatrics. Her
role in his discovery remained a secret, but he did quietly give
her $5,000,000 as a small token of his appreciation.
 
When he dated in his early years, it never felt quite right. He
was devoted to his work, but that was only part of the problem.
He had never found a woman who he really liked enough to settle
down with her. He wasn't optimistic that anything would be
different if he started dating again.
 
Lately he had been having lots of hot sex with girls who craved
above all else his pleasure. But there were professional
guidelines. Sometimes he would have no patients for weeks, and
then he sorely missed that profound sexual fulfillment. Some
girls didn't get better, and that was frustrating. Some tore off
their halos and ran away just as he was working up to orgasm.
Sometimes the ones he found really hot left too soon, and the
ones he found boring or tedious seemed to come back forever.
 
With all that as background, what was left? He had no desire to
hike the Pacific Crest trail or take up skydiving. He had no
interest in painting or music. Coin collecting was right out.
Participating in the blogosphere or online fantasy games felt
empty.
 
He decided that what he wanted to concentrate on was experiencing
pleasure. The greatest pleasure was sex. He had the technology at
hand.
 
All the patent licenses made it clear they were strictly for
therapeutic purposes. Monitoring to enforce that provision was
effective. But he owned the patent, so he could do as he pleased.
He wanted to explore recreational use.
 
--------------------
 
He decided to contact Maria. Maria stood out among his former
patients for her beauty. As her depression lifted, her
intelligence and wit and kindness had become apparent, as well as
her sensual nature. She would be a senior in college now.
 
"Hello, Maria?"
 
"Yes, who is it?"
 
"It's Doctor Monroe."
 
"Oh, hi! Thanks again so much for helping me get better!"
 
"Oh, you're most welcome."
 
"So, what's up?"
 
"I wondered if you'd be willing to come back for more
treatments."
 
"I'm doing OK, though when I think of you I've been tempted to
fake a relapse. Is this a research study or something?"
 
"No." He felt a little fear race through him. He was a grown man,
46 years old, but rejection would still sting. "I'm giving up my
practice. So it's not research. I'm calling because I really
liked you and wondered if you'd be interested in getting some
more treatments for free. Or, they wouldn't really be treatments,
they'd just be because, well, because they feel good."
 
"Oh, jeez, doctor, I've wet my panties just listening to you. It
wasn't my idea to stop seeing you! Yes, yes, yes! When can I come
in?"
 
"How about tomorrow?"
 
--------------------
 
Alan didn't spend much time analyzing how women looked, but he
stopped and took the time with Maria. She wore her blond hair
loose and it fell halfway down her back. She had blue eyes, and
her face was beautiful in a way he couldn't really describe. She
wore a beautiful white dress which stopped at mid-thigh.
 
"Hi, Alan!" she said, hugging him, wiggling her pelvis against
him suggestively. She pulled back and said, "Is this too forward
of me?"
 
"No," he said, looking her up and down appreciatively. "I..." he
said.
 
"I can spot lust when I see it!" said Maria with a laugh.
"Where's that halo?"
 
Alan handed it to her, but before she put it on, she said, "Maybe
you'd better get out of those clothes before I put this on, so I
don't rip them off you!"
 
Alan grinned and stripped, and Maria smiled at his hard-on.
 
Maria put the halo on and her face momentarily glazed over. "Oh
God, it's just the same!" she said. "And I bet I know what you
want most!" she tugged him to the bed, lay back, her dress riding
up to reveal no panties and a wet pussy. She also unbuttoned a
top button to reveal no bra beneath.
 
"Take me, Alan, and come quick! Right up my pussy! Please?"
 
She was leading him down the path of his most primal lust, and
with an expression of animal stupor on his face he descended on
her, let her guide him in, and within ten seconds he moaned as he
splattered her inner pussy with his cum. Maria screamed.
 
He flopped onto his back, dazed with happiness. Maria snuggled
against him and whispered in his ear, "That was so great, Alan,
thanks so much for the sperm! I can feel it wriggling around in
me now. Some is leaking out, though. I love it all."
 
She started nibbling his ear. It was too much stimulation for the
moment. But he didn't have to tell her to stop. She knew it
instantly. The funny thing was, he knew she wanted to stop even
more than he did.
 
"Should I get up now?" she asked. "In a treatment it would be
time for me to get up."
 
"Not unless you want to," he said.
 
"I want to stay, I really want to stay." She smiled at the
pleasure he felt in anticipation.
 
She undulated her pelvis against his thigh gently and read his
feelings. "You want me to feel happy? Great!"
 
She rubbed some more, then became aware that his pleasure
stopped. This he had to explain, "It's a little too hard on my
thigh," he said.
 
"Oh," she said, "Sorry. Would you like to lick me? OK, I guess
not," she giggled, feeling his pleasure drain at the prospect.
 
"I feel kind of guilty that I don't really feel like putting my
mouth down there. Aren't men supposed to?"
 
"Not all! And with this halo on, there are so many other ways...
How about your finger?" She smiled as she sensed his excitement
with that idea. "Here, let me show you just how it works for me.
Every girl is a little different, you know."
 
She could of course tell that he was OK with that, and he found
himself giving her slow, delicate strokes just the way she liked.
 
"What is it?" she said after a couple minutes.
 
He was embarrassed to admit it. "Guess I don't have many secrets
from you, do I? I'm feeling inadequate that I'm not making you
come."
 
"Oh, Alan!" she said. "It feels great; I sometimes do this for an
hour at a time."
 
He kept calm after that, happy to give her pleasure in the
moment, but with his relaxed attitude, she did come five minutes
later.
 
By then his cock was hard again, and she was ecstatic as he took
her from the rear.
 
After they lay a while, she said, "I can tell this isn't so much
fun any more. Would you like me to go?"
 
"Well, would you like to go out to eat?"
 
"I'm not sure, but I can tell you don't really want to. It's
sweet of you to ask, though. But ... do you want to see me
again?"
 
He gave a big smile, and she smiled back.
 
So they met at least a couple times a week, whenever she could
get away from her college classes.
 
One day as they lay in afterglow, she said, "Something's not
quite the way it was."
 
"It's wonderful! I'm very happy."
 
"Yeah, I know, but that extra special something is missing."
 
"Well, there is that special thrill when something's just
starting."
 
"Yeah, that makes sense. But what could we do to make it more
special again for you -- and therefore for me?"
 
"Let me think," she said. They already knew he loved to suck her
nipples and was happy to get some oral sex from her, but only as
a prelude to the real thing. She went through a list of things
they hadn't done. She could tell what he thought about them.
"Anal... nope! Tying me up... nope. Lacy underwear... nope"
 
"Maria, this isn't fair!" he said. "It's like you're reading my
mind. Take that halo off!"
 
"Why not read your mind?" she said. "You want me to be happy,
don't you?" she said with a soulful pout.
 
"Well, yes, of course..."
 
"OK, then, let's see. Spanking me... well, maybe a little. Porn
videos... no. Another girl. Wow! You want another girl!" She
thought a moment. "But where does that leave me?"
 
"Well," he said, tentatively, "I do have more than one halo."
 
"You want me to watch? Yes! Or her to watch? Yes, but not as
much. I guess you guys can never get enough women, can you?"
 
He shrugged guiltily.
 
She brought up her Facebook account and had him look at some of
her friends. She discovered that he really didn't like big boobs
that much, and preferred his girls on the slim side.
 
-----------------------
 
"Stacy, I've got the coolest thing. How'd you like to join me for
a threesome?"
 
"Why?"
 
"You know about that sex treatment for depression?"
 
"Yeah, sure. Say, you had that a few years ago! It really helped
you, right?"
 
"It saved my life," Maria said. "But now the guy is doing it just
for fun."
 
"That's kind of selfish of him."
 
"Not really. Not at all, actually. I mean, he *does* have fun...
He chose me."
 
"I'm not surprised, you look like a goddess."
 
"Well, thanks, but he likes you too. We went through my Facebook
friends."
 
"So I should do it with you guys just because he likes the idea?
I think I'd feel kind of like a slut."
 
"Well, you would get to wear one of those halos," Maria said,
"and there's no way you can feel like a slut once you've got one
of those on."
 
"I thought that was hype."
 
Maria looked at her friend with a serious expression. "No, Stacy,
it is not hype. That I can guarantee you. Say, you can come
along, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
 
"Well, OK," Stacy said reluctantly.
 
"You have contraception?"
 
"I won't be needing contraception. But yeah, I'm on the pill."
 
She smiled inwardly, having a strong hunch that Stacy would
change her tune once the halo was on.
 
-------------------------
 
"Hi, Stacy," said the doctor. "I'm Alan."
 
"Pleased to meet you." She looked at him with a sexual eye. He
had hints of gray in his brown hair and a kindly face. His body
was average -- all in all not bad.
 
"Here, let me fit you with a halo. You are up for a halo?" he
asked.
 
"Sure," she said. "I think so."
 
"You can take it off any time you want."
 
Stacy had worn a dark blue dress, with bare legs and sandals. Her
hair was shoulder-length and black, and her eyes dark brown. She
wore just a touch of make-up.
 
Alan stood in front of her, and as soon as the halo settled into
place, she felt a tingling -- a sort of wonderful itch.
 
But as he turned to walk to the sofa, the tingling faded. She
wanted it back.
 
After he was seated, she felt it again as he looked at her face.
She felt a little additional surge as his eyes glanced briefly
down to her breasts, and again when he looked at her legs. His
eyes naturally glanced at the spot just below the hem of her
dress where her legs came together.
 
She not only knew he found her sexy, she felt it herself. Her
pussy was rapidly engorging and lubricating. She sat up and
pushed her chest out so her breasts were more prominent, and his
excitement surged more.
 
"So, which dorm are you in?" he asked.
 
"Franklin," she said dreamily.
 
"You want to tell me about your courses?"
 
"No," she said vaguely, "not really." He was focused on her body.
It sure was sexy through his eyes. She slid her dress slowly up,
and as more of her legs were revealed beneath the retreating
hemline she felt a wave of pleasure and desire.
 
She took hold of her dress, preparing to lift it over her head,
but paused for a moment. What was she doing stripping in front of
a total stranger? "Do you mind?" she asked, confused.
 
"Not at all, Stacy, not at all," he said, smiling. "You mind if I
undress too?"
 
"No!"
 
The dress came off over her head, and she felt his excitement
ratchet up a level. What would excite him more? She quickly
unfastened her bra, and as it fell she could feel his lust rise
higher. Deep down, his excitement called for the relief only
orgasm could provide -- and she wanted it too. She would never
ordinarily want sex before at least half an hour of foreplay. But
she was feeling his lust, not her own. Her pussy was engorged and
dripping as if they had been making out passionately for a half
hour.
 
He stripped out of his clothes quickly and she saw his engorged
cock. She guessed easily enough that removing her panties was
what he wanted next.
 
"Oh, God," she moaned under her breath. What next? Some guys
loved oral sex, so she lowered herself to her knees, but felt his
pleasure drop. Apparently that wasn't what he wanted.
 
If he didn't want that, there was one other prime candidate. "You
want to make love?" she asked him, staring at him urgently.
 
He nodded.
 
She walked around the couch and lay back on the bed, legs spread.
He approached her slowly and slid his hands up and down the
inside of her thighs, pausing at the top to brush her pubic hair.
 
"It's so hard to wait," she pleaded. "Can you get into me now?"
 
"Now you know how guys feel," he muttered as an aside, then
leaned over her, cock approaching her opening.
 
Was it possible? That when she was with a guy, through that whole
half hour of foreplay he was suppressing his desire to get into
her pussy?
 
That didn't matter now. She was the one who usually wanted the
foreplay, and she knew she wanted that cock up inside her right
away.
 
He slid in with a satisfied sigh, and she enjoyed feeling the
fullness of his meat inside her. She loved his back and forth,
but she also felt his urgency. What he really wanted was to come.
 
"Oh, you can come any time! I'd love it!"
 
"Say, 'Fill my pussy with sperm!'" he said playfully.
 
She felt his thrill as he said it, and she instantly followed
with her own, "Fill my pussy with sperm!" Deciding to be
creative, she added, "Fuck me, Alan." She was rewarded with
excitement, "Fill me with it, Alan, shoot the sperm out of your
huge wonderful cock!" The itch was almost unbearable, "Now,
please?"
 
Then she felt his orgasm build and his penis swell inside her,
then the overwhelming release of pleasure as he ejaculated. She
couldn't feel it inside her, but she knew it was happening and as
always she loved that. But that was all overwhelmed by his
pleasure as he continued to pound her hard. She felt his urgency
slide into mellow satisfaction as his orgasm faded. He pulled out
and lay on the bed beside her.
 
She wanted to snuggle with him, but he apparently preferred just
lying side by side holding hands. She enjoyed both halves of the
afterglow. After twenty minutes she felt a little itch build
within him as she also saw his penis expanding.
 
"What would make you most happy now?" she asked him.
 
"Oh, you are so nice to me," he said.
 
"You want to get it in me?" After the briefest hesitation, she
said, "Wow, I guess so! So how? Same as before? Or from the rear?
Want me on top?"
 
"Just turn away from me and lift your top leg and I'll fuck you
that way."
 
"'Fuck', huh?" she asked.
 
"Oh, well, yeah, make love."
 
"Nah," she said. "Fuck is right," she said. "I've never liked
that word before, but that's what it's feels like and I love it!"
 
As she spoke she assumed the position he had suggested.
 
He said. "Arch your back."
 
She felt his excitement build as she did exactly what he said,
and followed him through a minute of long, deep thrusts before
she felt his climax once more, once dimly through her own body
sensations, and once vibrantly through his experience.
 
-------------------
 
The room wasn't much bigger than the king-sized bed, but that was
fine because everything that happened in that room happened on
the bed.
 
All three girls wore pastel skirts and silky button-up blouses.
But not all the buttons were fastened. There were no bras or
panties. Each of the girls lounged demurely on the bed, watching
him reverently.
 
There were some preliminaries before the girls were allowed to
don their halos.
 
Alan knelt on the bed, his torso upright. He raised his eyebrow
while looking at Maria, and she scooted over and caressed his
half-hard penis before enveloping the tip in her mouth. He
hardened quickly.
 
"OK, present yourself," he commanded, and the girl instantly
whirled so her rear end was facing Alan. He flipped up her light
green skirt and slid his hard organ into Maria. She wasn't
totally wet, but he liked the feeling of a little extra friction.
Once the girls had their halos on, every pussy would be very wet.
He insinuated himself to the hilt and a little farther, feeling
his tip bump into the end of Maria's pussy. Symbolically, she was
now his.
 
He pulled out and motioned with one finger for Stacy to approach.
"Present!" he commanded her as well, and her rear end appeared
before him, barely covered by the pink skirt. He surged into her
up to the hilt as well, owning her. Beverly got the same
treatment.
 
"You may put on your halos," he said.
 
"Thanks, Alan," the girls whispered, eagerly fitting the rings
over their heads.
 
"Beverly, spread!" he said, and the girl presented herself in the
missionary position, looking at him hungrily. The time to hide
her pussy was over; now it was time to expose it, and so her
wide-spread thighs pushed the light blue dress out of the way. He
reached inside the unbuttoned top to find first one delicate
breast, then the other.
 
He was going to fuck Beverly, but the other two had roles to play
as well. At his direction, Stacy knelt above Beverly's head with
legs spread partway, hand up under her dress moving rhythmically.
Maria knelt beside him at his left, bending over him as his
position allowed. She rubbed her breasts softly against his
shoulder, nibbled his ear, and stroked his hair with her hand.
 
"Your dick is so big," she cooed. "You want to bury it in
Beverly's twat? I can tell she'd love that... " It slid in. "Oh,
she took the whole thing! I can tell it feels so good, going back
and forth. Her pussy's meant to take your cum, and she's ready
for it any time you want to spurt it out... Oh, you're fucking
her so hard, she loves it. She's ready for it!"
 
Beverly looked at him expectantly with adoration as his thrusts
jiggled her head. "Yes? Yes? Yes?" she repeated softly, eyes
fixed to his. Then "Yes!" as his huge thrust pressed her farther
up the bed than ever before. All four people on the bed yelled
out their simultaneous pleasure as Alan's body deposited globs of
semen just where it would need to go to make him a daddy.
 
When they were done panting, Maria said reflectively, "That's
really nice, but it's not quite as exciting any more. What can we
do to make it even better?"
 
-------------------------
 
Beverly had a friend Michelle who Alan found especially sexy. He
had never met her but had seen still pictures and video.
 
Alan had asked Beverly several times to get Michelle for him, but
Michelle had a boyfriend and was true to him. Alan was unhappy
that he wasn't getting his way, and he determined to fix that.
 
The "volume" of the mental transmission was something that could
be adjusted. As a cure for depression, the volume was turned up
fairly high, to jolt the depressed girl's mind. It also formed a
bond to the doctor, and the volume needed to be turned down
gradually. For recreational use he had used a lower setting. Now
he turned up the volume on Beverly's halo and fucked her soundly
for four days in a row, coming in her each time to create the
bond he wanted.
 
----------------
 
"I wanted to speak with you, Beverly."
 
"Sure," she said.
 
"Every time I see you, I think of how much I want to do it with
Michelle, and that is now getting to be an unpleasant reminder.
If you can't convince Michelle to join us, I think I've seen
enough of you."
 
"I've asked, over and over. She won't do it!"
 
"Well, then we're through."
 
"Just for that? It's not my fault!"
 
"Sorry," he said.
 
Beverly looked at him coldly. "Fine, OK," she said. "It's been
fun."
 
"Bye, Beverly."
 
"Bye."
 
But two days later she got him on the phone.
 
"Alan," she pleaded. "I can't stand being without it. I've just
got to get it from you!"
 
"Well, why don't you find a boy your own age to do it with you,
or masturbate, perhaps?"
 
"I've tried," she said miserably. "I get orgasms easily enough,
but none of them are good enough. I need you!"
 
"You can have me. Just bring me Michelle."
 
"But I can't..."
 
"I want Michelle."
 
"I hate you!"
 
"Goodbye, Beverly."
 
----------------
 
"Dr. Monroe?"
 
"Yes."
 
"I've got you Michelle."
 
"Wonderful! How'd you do it?"
 
"You promise not to tell?"
 
"Sure."
 
"And you promise you're going to do it to me?"
 
"As soon as Michelle comes in."
 
"I secretly got my friend Sasha to come on strong to Michelle's
boyfriend and he slept with her. Then we made sure Michelle found
out, and she broke up with him."
 
"Well, great!"
 
Michelle was every bit as luscious as Alan thought she would be.
He fucked her over and over again. The other girls didn't mind,
because Alan found her especially hot, and his pleasure from
doing it to her was greater than when he did it to them. They
were content to be present in supporting roles as long as they
got to experience his orgasms -- secondhand but amplified.
 
It was easy enough to cure a girl of addiction. He simply turned
down the volume again and let her have several "normal" sessions.
So he cured Beverly of her addiction, and once cured she left
again. He told her she was welcome to stay, but she was still
resentful that he had pressured her into getting Michelle. With
the addiction cured, it was just like any other fun thing in life
that you stop doing. You miss it for a while and then move on.
 
Alan got Michelle addicted in case she decided to quit before he
was through with her. She never knew it, though, because she was
an enthusiastic participant and came back each day -- or twice a
day -- for more.
 
Sometimes coaxed along by addiction withdrawal, his girls got him
a steady fresh supply of beautiful, sexy young women. Mostly his
girls were highly motivated to help anyway, since novelty meant
that extra little thrill that they craved so much.
 
----------------
 
The breeze gently stirred the tops of the pine trees far above.
Through the gaps in the pines Alan could look across the valley
below to the higher mountains that receded in ridges, the most
distant ones snow-capped. The sun shone on the field of spring
flowers nearby. Butterflies traced their erratic patterns. It was
very pleasant -- and it was novel.
 
The inflatable bed occupied a level spot under the pines. Maria
and Stacy lay facing each other, on their sides, hips undulating,
their little patches of pubic hair rubbing against each other.
Anne and Nancy lay on their sides, top leg raised and finger
thrusting in and out of their pussies. He had humped vigorously
into each of those pussies not many minutes before, but he had a
different home in mind for his sperm.
 
Lying flat on her back on the silk sheets was Rose, legs spread
wide in eager anticipation as his cock plowed in and out of her
urgently. He would have guessed she was 13 at most, but they all
swore she was 16 years old. She was slender, her breasts small
but shapely, her hips not too wide. Her big blue eyes were the
most notable feature in her gorgeous face, her loose light brown
hair below her halo spread every which way, some nearly hiding
one breast. She was especially beautiful as her urgent expression
begged for him to ejaculate deep inside her. And her hot, wet and
tight pussy gave him the intimate sensation his cock craved. He
lunged and spurted. All the girls squealed or moaned or shouted
as his orgasm shook them.
 
-------------------
 
Halos gave the most intense pleasure when transmitting sexual
excitement, but they worked at other times too. Turning up the
volume while receiving his orgasms was addictive, but turning it
up at other times just made Alan's lesser pleasures also very
rewarding.
 
Michelle had some skill as a cook and used it to his advantage.
Wired up with her halo, she got to experience just how much Alan
liked her cheese souffle, scallop gnocchi, or chocolate mousse.
 
The girls adored the pleasure Alan gave them, and they adored him
as a person because their pleasure came from him in the most
intimate sense imaginable -- straight from his mind. Girls were
eager to serve him even when they weren't wearing halos. They
vied for the pleasure of doing his laundry, cleaning his house,
or serving him snacks whenever he wanted them. He got back rubs
and massages. Four of the girls found they shared a talent for
singing, and performed barbershop quartet music as well as more
serious classical fare. Most of the girls performed these labors
of love naked or scantily clad, as suited his whim.
 
--------------------------
 
Stacy sat with Alan, zooming through a slide show on the computer
in search of anything that would add novelty to spice up Alan's
sex life and give that little extra pleasure that the girls all
craved so much. Stacy had on her halo to measure his reactions
directly.
 
The picture of a girl of perhaps five years old came up. She was
decent, but her legs were spread suggestively beneath her little
dress. Alan quickly pushed the mouse button to move on and pushed
it a few more times for good measure.
 
"What was that?" Stacy asked.
 
"Oh, just a passing reaction," Alan said.
 
"No, no, I don't think so. Let's go back."
 
Stacy reversed direction until the suggestive little girl picture
came up. She studied his face as he looked.
 
"Why, you dirty old man!" said Stacy.
 
"Look, this is embarrassing," Alan said sheepishly. "I'm not
really attracted to them, and we hardly want to be abusing little
girls!"
 
"Oh, but Alan!" cooed Stacy, caressing his cheek. "You wouldn't
deprive us of the excitement you'd feel, would you? I mean, we'd
find a safe way to do it."
 
"What are all the other girls going to think?"
 
"The other girls will be terrifically excited, if this turns out
to be as much of a turn-on as it seems for you."
 
Stacy took the lead on this new project. Their first step was to
recruit Sally, mother of five-year-old Zoe, a girl that Alan
found especially alluring. Sally had heard of the fantastic
pleasure afforded when Dr. Monroe invited a girl to join him. She
was a woman of 33, lucky to be tapped at that advanced age.
 
Alan ejaculated inside Sally for five days in a row with the
volume turned up.
 
-----------------
 
Sally's hunger showed in her eyes as she faced Alan.
 
"I really need it, Doctor! I'm going crazy for more. I masturbate
over and over and over again, and I get orgasms but they're never
good enough."
 
"I could arrange for you to have more from me. You are a sexy
young woman, but as you may have heard, I crave novelty. And
after five times you're not really new any more. But you could
help me."
 
"How?" asked Sally eagerly.
 
"Your daughter, Zoe."
 
"Zoe! She's only five! She couldn't possibly... Oh, that is
disgusting!" she said, rising.
 
"Hold on, hold on, I'm not suggesting I have sex with her. She
shouldn't even see me or any of the big girls naked. Here's what
we have in mind. We've built a pair of rooms side by side.
There's a king-sized bed against the common wall in each room.
We'll have a one-way mirror between the rooms, so we can see her
but she can't see us. We'll be nearly in the dark, while Zoe's
room will be lit brightly."
 
Sally was listening.
 
"Then we give Zoe a halo. And then, alone in the room, she might
try different things and if she finds things I find exciting, the
halo will reward her."
 
"I don't know..."
 
"You certainly liked the halo. You'd like your daughter to feel
that kind of pleasure, wouldn't you?"
 
"Yeah, but now I feel like I'm addicted."
 
"We'll be sure to give her a milder dose so that doesn't happen
to her. It will just be a really fun experience. She may want to
do it repeatedly, but she'll adapt when it's over."
 
"I don't know..."
 
"If you think about it, you can join us all in an hour and wear a
halo while I do it with a new girl."
 
"Really?"
 
"Yup."
 
"Well, OK, I'll think about it. But for now my answer is no."
 
---------------------
 
Zoe sat on the bed, legs crossed and white dress smoothed down.
She looked fascinated and smiled as she got used to the
sensations coming through her halo. But she just sat.
 
Alan and the girls watched through the window. Alan's arousal was
steady, enough to fascinate Zoe but not enough to move him into
full-blown sexuality.
 
Stacy made herself decent and went out into the corridor and from
there into the other room. She whispered something in Zoe's ear
and returned to the darker room with Alan and the other girls.
 
Zoe pulled her dress up to expose her panties. She suddenly
stopped, startled at the surge of pleasure that went through her
halo as Alan feasted his eyes.
 
"What did you say to her?" Alan asked quietly.
 
"I just said that if she tried naughty things with her body she
might be pleasantly surprised. I think she's finding I was
right."
 
Zoe wasn't being taken advantage of sexually. She couldn't see
any of the naked people looking at her, and no one had suggested
she do anything sexual except in the vaguest terms. She had a
girl's natural curiosity about her body, and she was just
exploring it by herself. When you play with yourself, some things
feel good and some don't. She was getting some very pleasurable
feelings through her halo. She might suspect but hadn't been told
that there were people on the other side of the mirror. What did
it matter if action and pleasure were linked through the hungry
eyes of a man lurking behind it?
 
As Alan's reaction to seeing her panties stabilized, she rose and
stood on the bed, wiggling her hips back and forth, then raising
the dress to present her panty-clad butt to the mirrored wall.
She turned and held the dress up to show the front of her
panties. Zoe of course felt just how exciting Alan found it.
 
Hoping that being less and less modest was going to help her feel
even better, Zoe whipped off her dress and wiggled her hips as
she turned in a circle, showing her panties from every angle. She
then faced the mirror, up close, and very slowly pulled them down
until her slit came into view. She paused due to the wave of
pleasure surging through her brain as Alan gulped at the sight,
but continued until she was naked.
 
She plopped down on her butt with legs spread wide and began
pressing and poking around at her labia.
 
Alan said quietly, "Michelle, I need you now! From the rear!"
 
The big girl instantly presented her butt while looking through
the window at Zoe. Alan mounted her from behind and filled her
pussy with his cock.
 
Zoe paused as she got a surge of pleasure unrelated to her
actions. But then she spread her labia to show what was inside
and was rewarded with Alan's relayed excitement. Zoe rose again
and stood at "parade rest", legs apart a fair amount, and fondled
her pussy parts. Her hips began thrusting slowly.
 
Alan began humping away in Michelle, building to what all the
adults suspected would be an intense orgasm. Then Zoe got an evil
little grin on her face and touched her hands and knees against
the mirror, leaning on it. She then thrust her pelvis out and
kissed her little pussy lips against the glass so they deformed a
little, then drew back and thrust again and again, kissing the
lips against the glass. Her lips left a little trail of moisture.
 
Alan seized with orgasm. He shouted as he dug his fingernails
into Michelle, holding his cock way deep inside her as it spurted
rivers of cum. The girls all shrieked. Michelle fell over
sideways, while Alan held on tight and fell with her, keeping his
spurting prick tight up her cunt. Through the glass they were
aware of a higher pitched squeak as Zoe fell away from the window
and landed flat on her back on the bed.
 
---------------
 
Zoe was frantic to repeat that experience, and during the next
session tried every exciting thing she could think of. Alan's
pleasure plummeted whenever she did anything with her anus, so
she quickly gave up all explorations in that direction.
 
They recruited Carly, also age five, who was also delighted to
get such good feelings for showing off her private parts. Then
the two girls were left in the room together, and the erotic
possibilities multiplied. For some reason Alan found it very
erotic when they simply kissed, though guided by his pleasure
their simple kiss turned into a lengthy, passionate one.
 
The girls hugged and made humping motions against each other,
licked each other, found out that they had pussies which led into
their bodies and poked fingers into their own and the other's.
 
---------------------------
 
Novelty was the order of the day, and they did not stick with
five-year-olds. Alan was particularly fascinated by girls right
on the cusp, girls whose breasts had just started growing and
whose pubic hair was just coming in as fuzz.
 
Ten-year-old Lynn was in that category. Alan's arousal had a
stronger effect on her than most girls. She sat with legs spread
wide facing the mirror, rubbing until her clit stood out boldly.
She pushed one finger into her pussy, then another, and guided by
Alan's excitement she punctured her hymen. The blood tempered
Alan's excitement momentarily, but she was soon back at it.
 
The next day the girl was once again thriving on Alan's pleasure
as she shoved all five fingers up her very wet pussy. Then she
did something no girl had ever done before. She stopped and
walked out of the room naked.
 
Stacy rose to investigate, but the door opened and Lynn burst
into the grown-up section.
 
"Lynn, you're not supposed to be here!" said Stacy and the
others.
 
Alan turned away, shielding his cock from her view
 
"You should go," said Stacy, but with less conviction as she
picked up Alan's feelings.
 
Alan was transfixed staring at the naked adolescent right in
front of him, watching him instead of him just watching her
through glass.
 
"But he really wants her," whispered Michelle.
 
"Oh, yes," said one of the others.
 
"Look, this is illegal," said Alan. "She's got to go."
 
"Oh, I don't know," said Stacy. "What do you think, Lynn, what do
you think of Alan? Do you want to be here?"
 
"Yes!" she said, squirming with the excitement that all the girls
felt.
 
"I think Alan really wants to have sex with you, the naughty
man," said Stacy in a low voice. All the girls felt the pulse in
excitement that confirmed how very right Stacy was.
 
"It's illegal! It's not right!" said Alan, trying to take
command.
 
"Do you want to have sex with Alan?" Michelle asked Lynn.
 
Lynn nodded enthusiastically.
 
"I think all people should be able to make their own decisions
about their bodies, including girls," she said. The other big
girls murmured their agreement.
 
"But I can't..." Alan said weakly. He backed away as Lynn
approached.
 
"You don't have to do anything; just lie there," said Michelle.
 
"No!" said Alan, wriggling away.
 
"Look, we'll hold you down so you don't have any choice," said
Stacy.
 
"Good idea," said Maria, and they held Alan down on his back.
 
"See, now nothing that happens is your fault," said Michelle
soothingly.
 
Alan didn't actually struggle very hard against his captors. But
since he was now free of guilt his excitement soared as the big
girls helped the young girl rape him. He watched in fascination
as the girl with the hint of breasts and just a touch of pubic
hair shuffled over to him, walking on her knees until she was
over his pelvis.
 
"What do I do now?" she asked meekly.
 
"Oh, I'll show you," said Michelle. "Lift a little higher ...
there!" she said, guiding Alan's cock tip to Lynn's virgin but
sopping pussy opening. "Now squat ... hold yourself up with your
hands, like that ... OK, down..."
 
Lynn's tissues bent inward as Alan's prong pushed at her.
Suddenly her labia parted and his cock tip slipped inside. All
the girls gasped with Alan's intense excitement.
 
"Now, up and down," said Michelle.
 
Lynn's first attempt bent Alan's cock the wrong way, but she was
instantly aware of her error and she quickly corrected it. "Wow,
he likes it!" cried Lynn when she had her motion adjusted to
maximize Alan's pleasure.
 
He was very excited as the girl impaled herself on him over and
over. Alan was feeling great pleasure, but as the minutes passed
it seemed he wasn't progressing towards the orgasm they all
craved.
 
"Poor man," said Michelle. "I know it's terrible that she's
taking advantage of you like this," and the other big girls all
smirked.
 
"Let's make a deal. It's a robbery. She'll let you go if you just
tuck a little sperm up her pussy. You give up the sperm and she
lets you go." Turning to Lynn, she asked, "What do you think of
that?" They could all feel Alan's further excitement.
 
"That sounds wonderful!" said the 10-year-old.
 
Michelle turned to him and spoke soothingly, "Let it go, the
little thief really wants your sperm."
 
They felt a little itch in Alan along with the pleasure. "A
little faster," Michelle instructed Lynn.
 
"Please give it to me," begged Lynn, body damp from the exertion
of moving up and down. "Way up deep inside me?" After a pause,
she gave a little smile and said, "I bet it won't hurt too much
to give it to me."
 
All the girls looked at her and laughed out loud at her joke.
Alan felt his cock bulge at this delightful bit of personality
she revealed.
 
Smoothing his hair back, Stacy spoke to the poor man. "It's her
first time," she said as Lynn lurched up and down strongly. "You
wouldn't want the poor thing to feel she wasn't sexy enough to
make you come, would you?"
 
She had a point there. Alan was on the edge. He eyed the little
girl above him, legs spread wide, impaled on him and fucking him
so nicely. It was magnificent. And she was working so hard. Her
pleading face was the final trigger. He arched his pelvis upward,
raising the whole girl six inches as his overwhelming desire to
go in deep seized him. His vision fogged over in ecstasy as he
shot his male fluids up inside the sweet young thing.
 
All the girls shrieked and twitched. The virgin Lynn started to
fall over. Alan freed his hands quickly from his distracted
captors and held the girl's hips firmly. She wasn't going to get
away until he had finished delivering his ejaculation.
 
All four big girls, one man, and one little girl all lay in a
post-orgasmic daze. Every nipple was erect, every pussy dripping.
The big girls were dripping with one kind of fluid, but the
little girl oozed two.
 
Lynn pleaded with him to do it again, and he gave in. Having sex
might traumatize Lynn -- though it was hard to believe -- but
having it again wouldn't make it much worse. So over the next few
hours he did her missionary style, from the rear, on their sides,
and missionary again. A shifting cast of big girls reveled in his
pleasure.
 
---------------
 
Stacy acted partly as Alan's manager.
 
"There are so many of us, Alan. Even with your latest refinements
we can't broadcast your pleasure more than ten feet, and it's
pretty weak out that far. You don't like more than about six
girls in the room with you. We can put three or four over in
Zoe's room if they squeeze in tight, two in that crawlspace under
the floor, but that's about it. And you don't find it easy to
have more than about three orgasms a day. That's a theoretical
maximum of 36 each day."
 
"Yeah, so what can we do?"
 
"I think you should get rid of some of the girls."
 
"No! I've already parted with a half dozen I didn't want to. In
fact, I miss Vicky so much I'm going to see if she'll come back."
 
"Vicky might be coming *back*?" Stacy asked with some
exasperation.
 
"Yes."
 
"OK. Well, you could make some of the girls wait three days
between receiving one of your orgasms."
 
"No, you know how sad they get when they have to wait that long."
 
"They'll get used to it."
 
"Would you like to go to every third day, Stacy?"
 
Stacy opened her mouth to speak but shut it again, looking
abashed. "No," she said quietly.
 
"Alan, what about slowing down the pace of new girls? Do you
really need a new one every other day?"
 
"I'd rather have a new one every single day, if I could."
 
"You could let them go sooner. You keep them around an average of
three or four days each."
 
"You don't know how many of then I want to keep forever."
 
"OK, OK," Stacy said.
 
Alan had moved over next to her, and now he cupped her right
breast with his left hand as she spoke. He didn't want to be
arguing with this sexy girl.
 
She didn't either of course, but felt it her duty. She smiled and
put on her halo.
 
"There's one other idea," she said. "You remember how three of
your temp girls told us they'd gotten pregnant?"
 
"Yeah. We told them to have contraception."
 
"Right. But how would you like to deliberately impregnate some of
them?"
 
Stacy smiled as she felt the surge of Alan's excitement.
 
"Um, how do we arrange that?"
 
"Some girls kind of like the idea; we know that. Even though they
know that you give pleasure from your implant, not some magic
power, they still feel like you're wonderful and want to have
your baby. There are some girls who'd love to get into your
bedroom as new girls but don't make the cut. We could offer to
let them in once if they'll time things and come in right when
they're fertile."
 
Stacy smiled. "I can tell you like these ideas," she said. Alan
felt dazed.
 
"Another thing we could do to get volunteers is offer some money
to girls who have your babies. Like $50,000, as a small token of
your appreciation. And if all else fails, there's always
addiction," she said.
 
"No, I couldn't get a girl pregnant because of addiction." He
stopped.
 
"Oh yes, you could," smiled Stacy.
 
"Listen, I don't do everything just because I find it exciting!"
he complained.
 
"True, true," said Stacy. "But that?"
 
Alan smiled sheepishly.
 
"Good," she said. "The way it might help our problem of too many
girls is that you might find you can come four times a day
instead of three. Desire to impregnate can be a very strong
enhancement to men's sexual response, they say."
 
"Yeah, I can see that," said Alan.
 
-----------------------
 
This family had flown across the country for this rendezvous. The
five of them gathered with him in the living room.
 
"Alice, this is Alan, your daddy," said Olivia, sitting on the
sofa.
 
Four-year-old Alice hid her face in her mother's chest, but
peeked out and smiled shyly from time to time.
 
"They all look like you," said Julia.
 
Alan was touched to meet a few more of his children in person. He
had nearly a hundred, and received plenty of pictures and videos
of his young ones growing up. His regular girl Rebecca had
experience with video editing and producing, and blended the best
scenes to make beautiful movies for him.
 
The one-year-olds Ashley and Alexa were much more outgoing than
their big sister, and Alan took turns admiring the dear little
things as they crawled over him, smiling and babbling and
exploring.
 
"Say hi to your daddy, girls," coaxed Julia, smiling. After a
pause, she said, "They don't understand, of course."
 
Alan was enjoying the girls but was distracted by the lovely
Julia, wearing her plaid skirt, sitting across from him and
angling her legs now and then to surreptitiously show him her
panties as she gave the occasional flirtatious glance.
 
"OK," said Alan, rising, "Ready?"
 
"Yes, let's do it!" said Julia. "See you soon," she told the
others, stopping to ruffle the hair of her daughter Ashley.
 
Julia followed Alan down the corridor to the one bedroom, while
the others all went into "Zoe's room".
 
"Now we all wear these special crowns!" said Olivia, fitting each
of the girls with a halo.
 
All three girls smiled and looked around, not sure where those
little happy feelings were coming from. Alexa for curiosity took
her halo off to investigate, but when the feelings stopped she
jammed it back on in a hurry.
 
"What is it, mommy? What feels so good?" asked Alice.
 
"Your daddy -- that man -- is going to make another baby brother
or sister for you in the next room. He's going to make it in
Julia's tummy. You all get to feel just how he feels when he
makes it."
 
"It's gonna feel good like this?" Alice asked.
 
"Oh, much, much better," said Olivia.
 
"Don't you want to feel it too?" asked the girl, noting that
Olivia wasn't wearing a special crown.
 
"I'll get to feel it tomorrow morning when I go in that room." He
did most of his breeding first thing in the morning, when his
balls had had all night to prepare for fathering a child.
"He's going to make a new baby in me too! For now, I want to just
watch you girls when you feel your new brother or sister being
started."
 
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Julia had more in the way of breasts and hips than Alan's ideal
type, but he was coming to appreciate these women more and more
as he impregnated them. Those large naked breasts that jiggled
with every thrust were just meant to feed the little baby, those
wide hips ideal for pushing his son or daughter out when the
little thing was ready to meet the world. Aside from Julia, he
had in the room with him that day just two lovely young women to
further arouse him playfully and encourage him with the breeding.
He suspected a couple women were under the floor below with halos
on, though he didn't care to know the details about that (there
were actually six, squeezed in like sardines). The girls reported
that when he was impregnating, his orgasm had a thrilling solemn
quality of conquest thrown in.
 
His cock had found its home in Julia's luscious, hot, slick and
slightly grainy pussy. The latter delicious detail was one he
encountered in many of the women he bred, a little fertile-period
enhancement designed to coax more sperm out of him. He loved the
prelude to impregnation so much that he resisted the pleading of
Julia's pussy walls for several minutes.
 
Of all the men available to her, she had chosen him, and opened
herself up totally so he could be the one to father her child.
She would have done absolutely anything he asked to get that load
of sperm up her pussy, but in fact all she had to do was lie
there with legs spread wide. Her face was slack with the
experience of his building ecstasy as her halo did its job.
 
He occasionally glanced at his three daughters smiling in the
next room as they experienced his lusty pleasure. Alice had her
hand up under her dress, not sure what those unfamiliar feelings
were. Olivia took pity on the little ones and removed their
diapers so they could explore as they wished as well.
 
Olivia had made the grade for impregnation five years before. She
had explained that she knew she was a lesbian and hadn't intended
to ever let a man into her pussy, but it felt like the right
thing to do when she was accepting his sperm to make a baby. The
mysterious whitish seed should be delivered the natural way.
Besides, Alan didn't provide semen for artificial insemination.
If she wanted Alan's baby she had to let him fuck her -- and she
desperately wanted his child. She had a few friends whom he had
impregnated, and the children all seemed especially beautiful,
charming, and intelligent. So he had taken her virginity (with
respect to males) in the same act that started her baby. Three
years later she married Julia, and they both wanted babies. Alan
had taken Julia's virginity as he impregnated her. Now they were
going to expand their family to five children.
 
He reflected on all this as he held himself at that delicious
level of pleasure just below what triggers orgasm. In the next
room he could see his three daughters with eyes closed, legs
spread wide, and a little fluid oozing from between each pair of
legs. He imagined them older, thrusting their little labia
against the glass, and decided it was time to make even more of
them.
 
He crossed the line into the orgasm sequence and pounded away,
ecstasy flooding every brain except Olivia's. Ecstasy peaked as
the inevitability phase stretched on for a few seconds before he
lunged deep into Julia and his prick delivered his clots of seed
right onto her cervix, pulse after pulse. The three girls in the
next room twitched as they lay on their backs, Olivia looking on
with a reverent smile.
 
Number four for that family. Another son or daughter in nine
months. He would come four more times that day amid piles of
nubile girls and young women, then as he slept his balls would
prepare another big load for delivery up Olivia's cunt to start
number five. It would be number six, actually, since Julia had
had two eggs waiting for him, not just one.
 
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Alan had sex with a wide variety of girls and women and enjoyed
it all immensely. But there was one idea he kept mulling over,
and finally decided it was worth mentioning.
 
"Michelle, I've got something I wanted to discuss with you.
Without a halo."
 
"Sure, Alan.
 
"Michelle, you know I feel a special little bond for you,
something extra."
 
"I'm honored," Michelle said. It wasn't a total surprise, since
he fucked her more often than the others and gave her some of the
nicest clothes and jewelry. The other girls were a little
jealous. "I like that little extra," she said with a softer tone.
 
"I'd like to do something special with you I haven't done with
anybody else."
 
Michelle waited.
 
"I feel just great with all this sex I'm having, all of you girls
going into ecstasy as you help me meet my every sexual whim. But
there's one thing I'd like to try. I'd like to feel that
amplified sex too. To know something about what you girls are
feeling."
 
Alan shifted in his chair. "I'd like you to get an implant too,
so I can wear a halo and receive the pleasure you get."
 
"Oh," said Michelle. "Can I still get the pleasure you feel?"
 
"Sure, sometimes. We can switch off. But one other idea is to
have us both hooked up at once."
 
"That sounds cool. But, does the implant thing hurt?"
 
"It is some fairly major surgery, but the techniques have been
refined quite a bit since I had it done. I'll pay for it, of
course."
 
"It would make you really happy?"
 
"Yes!"
 
"Then I'll do it."
 
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Their first experiments were for just the two of them, without
any other girls "listening in."
 
Alan licked Michelle's pussy. It had never been his favorite
thing, and he had had no occasion to do it when his girls got so
much more pleasure from what he felt. But now he felt every
stroke of his tongue met with a surge of happiness in his brain.
He had discovered that this slow motion, right on her clit, just
firm enough, was giving her intense pleasure. Her moans and
little pelvic wiggles told the tale as well. With just a few more
licks, it built, built more ... then he experienced the first
female orgasm of his life... it was longer than one of his. He
kept licking and it went on and on for thirty seconds. Then he
felt a little irritation blend in with Michelle's pleasure, and
he knew it was time to stop.
 
His cock had been very hard as he had gotten her pleasure, and
when she came, he had spurted semen onto the sheet. He had felt
himself spurt, but the pleasure that had caused it had been all
Michelle's.
 
"Oh, wow," he said.
 
"You liked it?" Michelle said, her body glowing.
 
"Oh, yeah, it is so cool. So -- feminine."
 
"I'm so used to it I forget how urgent and sharp yours is, which
I guess is masculine."
 
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Each of them wore an active transmitter, and each wore a halo.
They were set to different frequencies so each received the
other's transmissions but not their own.
 
They weren't sure what would happen, so they had set the volume
low.
 
As Alan's cock glided into Michelle's pussy, they both felt the
normal pleasurable sensations of genital stimulation.
 
"That is so nice," Alan said.
 
"Mmmmm," said Michelle. "Fuck me, that's good."
 
As Alan's in and out motion went on, he said, "But something's
not right with the halo, somehow. It's like an itch that's not
being scratched."
 
"Yeah! I feel the same way, but I didn't want to say anything."
 
"Let me try increasing the volume a little," said Alan, reaching
over and turning a knob.
 
"That's nice, but somehow it's even more of an itch," said
Michelle.
 
"Yeah, same for me... Just a little higher..."
 
Alan nudged the knob, then released it and gazed at the beautiful
woman laid out beneath him.
 
There was still that itch, so he buried himself to the hilt. Then
he felt his pleasure build, but it kept building, as if there was
a tidal wave coming.
 
He felt Michelle's pussy squeeze him hard and felt her orgasm
start. His cock expanded and his ejaculation began as he
rhythmically pulsed inside Michelle. But he felt her transmitted
orgasm, plus the echo of his own, and the echo of each echo. His
pleasure kept building.
 
He roared and was dimly aware of Michelle screaming. Mostly what
he felt was pleasure, doubling and redoubling. His whole body
convulsed and twitched. It felt so good! But it was also a little
frightening.
 
Suddenly it stopped, and when he looked he saw that Michelle had
managed to tear her halo off. He took his off and they collapsed
side by side, chests heaving.
 
"Oh ... my ... God," said Michelle, managing a word between each
heaving breath.
 
"I'll ... say!" managed Alan.
 
As the pleasure faded, Alan felt the stirrings of another itch.
He had felt a pleasure intense beyond imagining. Now he felt his
body planning for how to get it again. He had the instinct that
soon he would do anything, absolutely anything, to get that
pleasure again. His rational self was dimly aware that that could
be a very bad idea. He imagined putting those halos back on and
turning the volume up higher. It was so tempting -- and
dangerous.
 
He reached behind Michelle's ear and found the small chip
containing the serviceable parts of her transmitter, and he
yanked.
 
"Ouch, what are you doing?" Michelle said, trying to get away.
 
But Alan held on hard enough and the chip came away. He hurled it
across the room.
 
"But Alan, that felt so good! Why did you do that? Let me put it
back in and let's put our halos back on!" she said.
 
"We can't," Alan managed, but he wavered. The addiction rose in
him. They probably could, he figured. Maybe he should go look for
it. His cock was getting hard again. To feel that pleasure...
 
Instead, he hit the emergency button. Stacy came to the door
quickly.
 
"Stacy," he said, clinging to his rational self. "it's too
addictive. We can never do it again! Keep us apart!"
 
But then the addiction possessed him and he turned to his mate.
"Oh shit, Michelle, let's look for that chip, what was I
thinking? I'm ready to do it again," he said, his cock hard.
 
"Yeah, let's find the chip and get those halos on again," she
said. "Here it is! Help me put it in."
 
"OK," said Alan, fumbling and finding the socket behind her ear.
"There!"
 
Stacy looked on, dumbstruck.
 
"OK, back to the bed! Here's your halo...", Michelle said.
 
Stacy saw Alan turn the knob up, pegging it at 120. They never
went above 100, even when they were trying to get someone
addicted. She remembered what Alan had said just as she had
walked in, those first few sentences. It was too addictive, he
had said. Stacy had a decision to make. Reaching behind the
transmitter, she found some wires and yanked hard. One popped
free, then another.
 
"Hey, what are you doing?" Alan shouted, "I didn't say you could
do that! OK, we'll fix that later... let's hook up the spare
transmitter," he said, heading out of the room to get it.
 
Stacy screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help!"
 
"What are you doing?" Michelle asked with annoyance.
 
Rebecca came running, then Nancy. "It's too addictive. Alan said
so before he gave in. Get her out of here!" Stacy hissed. And the
two girls manhandled Michelle down the corridor. She was a small
woman, so they could control her despite her thrashing.
 
"Hey, where are you taking her!" Alan shouted, returning with the
spare transmitter, but the two girls were already in Rebecca's
car and pulling out of the driveway.
 
"Are you crazy?" Alan asked. "That felt really good, and we were
going to do it again! I need to do that again!"
 
"You told me you were addicted, Alan," Stacy said.
 
"Oh, did I say that? I must have been joking. It's not addiction.
I just really want to do it again."
 
Stacy shook her head.
 
"You're fired!" he said. "You and Rebecca and Nancy. I never want
to see you again!"
 
They were afraid he might rough them up physically, but he
didn't.
 
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Fortunately, the withdrawal phase was as short as it was intense.
Alan apologized profusely and felt awful. He lost interest in
sex.
 
Over two days, the girls told him in increasingly urgent terms
that even if he didn't feel like sex, they were counting on him.
Alan rapidly went back to his former ways.
 
Michelle had her $90,000 operation reversed, removing her
transmitter.
 
They avoided each other for a few weeks, but then Michelle asked
to see him, and he relented.
 
They stared at each other. "Guess that wasn't such a good idea!"
Alan said.
 
"Yeah, but that was the most amazing thing we shared. Do you
still remember it?"
 
"Well, of course --"
 
"I mean, do you keep reliving it?"
 
"Yeah, I do," he said. "I don't know if we should ever do it
again the normal way. What if it got retriggered somehow? In your
brain?"
 
"Yeah, I kind of know what you mean. But I can't stand leaving
you."
 
Alan got thoughtful. "You know, I've thought that too. I can't
stand it either."
 
They gazed at each other.
 
"You know what I think?" said the young woman.
 
"What?"
 
"I think I should never wear the halo again, but I think we
should have a baby together."
 
Alan was surprised but excited. "Yes!" That felt just right.
Something to honor that experience they had shared. Something
that honored that tight bond between them. "Let's get married! As
many babies as we can!"
 
"Yes!" said Michelle, and they leapt into each other's arms.
 
"But could I be true to you? Without messing everything up?"
 
"Don't be ridiculous! Nothing's going to change that way. You've
got to keep doing all the girls." She stopped and smiled gently.
"We've got to keep you happy -- and them."
 
They began kissing then, without halo and without Alan's
transmitter turned on.
 
Sweet kisses gave rise to breast sucking. As Alan licked her
clit, he remembered how it had felt the one time he had done this
while she transmitted to him. When he moved to insert his cock
into her pussy, Michelle remembered the dozens of times she had
felt his pleasure. In two minutes they came the old-fashioned
way, from the sensations in their own genitals.
 
They married, consummating the marriage several times for the
benefit of the guests -- all current or former beneficiaries of
his emanations.
 
But not much changed in the basic routine. The other girls
grumbled that Alan made love to Michelle once or twice each day,
and they had to make do with indirect stimulation. They did admit
that there was an intriguing sweetness to Alan's feelings when he
was having sex with her. Michelle convinced Alan that she still
liked novelty and among other things encouraged him to find pairs
of little girls to watch in the next room.
 
The two had a total of two boys and three girls, who were dimly
aware of what went on in those two rooms separated by the one-way
mirror but were never hooked up with halos.
 
Every night, when the day's sex was over, Michelle and Alan slept
in their own private bedroom, facing each other on their sides,
bodies intertwined, nibbling each other with sweet kisses at
bedtime, in the morning, and whenever one of them woke in the
night.

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