Author: Sterling Title: Donations For the Cause Summary: Kristen seemed like just an ordinary door-to-door canvasser for a good cause -- former child prostitutes in her case. She was looking for sponsors the way people do when they walk for hunger or something. But she wasn't going to walk; she was collecting something -- something measured in teaspoons. Keywords: mF humor 1st het cons NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 4/25/2012. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ For an index see /files/Authors/Sterling/A%20%20SUBJECT%20INDE X.txt You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ============================================================ Donations For the Cause It was 5:30 on a Tuesday evening in May. The doorbell rang. "Jess, will you get the door, please?" On the front steps stood a college girl with a clipboard -- the classic set-up for door-to-door canvassing for some worthy cause or other. However, there was also a younger girl beside her -- 12 years old, maybe? Being a 16-year-old boy and as horny as any, I noticed these two. The older girl was tall, willowy, and beautiful in a classic Nordic fashion. The younger was also beautiful, but shorter and more of a Mediterranean type -- big brown eyes. "Hello. We're from the Support Services for Survivors of Sexual Slavery, and we're here today raising funds." "Um, OK, let me get my mom." "That's great, but we'd like to talk to you too." That was unusual. Grown-ups write checks; kids don't. My mom is more friendly to these sorts of people than I would be. She says she was an activist when she was young, so she knows what it's like. "Oh, come in, come in!" she said, ushering the two into the foyer. "Hello, my name is Kristen and this is Maria. As I told your son here, we're from the Support Services for Survivors of Sexual Slavery, or '5-S' as it's often called. Across the world there are millions of girls and women held in sexual slavery..." She went on at length about the terrible conditions and the evil men who ran the enterprises. Then she said, "When law enforcement agencies are successful in liberating them, the girls have emotional scars. The partner agencies of 5-S provide them with a supportive environment and therapists to work through those issues as best they can. But then the girls face a grim economic future. Many were sold into slavery by their very poor families; others are orphans or don't know how to find their families. In many cultures, the girl's history of sexual exploitation would mean she isn't welcome back home. So we're here today raising funds for these girls." Kristen indicated the girl next to her. "Maria is actually a former sexual slave." "Oh, my!" said my mother. "She's an example of what we can accomplish." "I like helping collect money to help out all the others like me," said the younger girl. "Well, that sounds like a wonderful cause and I'm so glad you're doing it. Do you take checks?" "Yes, we do. We're happy to. But I'm also looking for sponsors. You know, like when people get others to sponsor them for a walk for hunger? A certain amount per mile?" "Yes, I'm familiar with that. And how far are you walking?" "Oh, I'm not walking. I'm collecting instead, something that many people are happy to give away." "Oh, and what's that?" "Sperm." "Sperm?" My mother's composure flickered. I was shocked. "Yes, semen actually. I've pledged to collect a pint of semen, and people are paying me for every teaspoonful I collect." My mother prides herself on being open-minded. "Oh, that's wonderful! I'm afraid I can't help with that, but my husband might when he comes home, and Jess here might be willing." "Well, yes, of course it is only the men and boys who can help with that side of things." "OK -- look, here's my husband now." Dad's car was pulling in the driveway. "I'm sure Fred will be happy to masturbate for you, and maybe Jess here. Do you have a receptacle for them to ejaculate into?" "Yes, we can provide that if they'd like. But we actually prefer it if they ejaculate the sperm into my vagina. The donation is usually bigger that way, and what's more, I provide 'matching funds' in terms of lubrication, you know? It's part of the pledge arrangement." My mother seemed totally unfazed now, as if this happened every day. Blood had started surging into my loins the moment Kristen had mentioned that word "sperm", but when she suggested delivering it into her vagina, I got painfully hard. I worried a little that I'd waste my donation in my underpants. I was a virgin and Kristen was very hot. I thought I must be dreaming. "So, how do you get the sperm and lubricant out of your vagina again?" asked my mother, always curious. "It's a technique we're taught by Mr. Jones, the one who started the program. We squat on the floor over the collection container. I reach up inside with my finger and swish it around, and the stuff dribbles out into the dish." "Oh, that's very clever!" "Yes, Mr. Jones gives us sample donations over and over again until we get it exactly right." My father came in. "Fred, welcome home!" said my mother, and they exchanged a brief hug and kiss. She said, "This is Kristen, and she's doing fundraising for this organization that helps survivors of child prostitution." "That's a good cause." "Yes, and she's looking for money, but not just money -- she's pledged to collect a pint of sperm. I said you'd probably be willing to contribute." My father didn't miss a beat. "Oh, sure! I probably have some stored up -- I know I do." "Sure you do, honey. I could have relieved you of that one of these days, but it seems like Kristen has a better use for it than I do." "OK, so you have a container for me to masturbate into?" "Well, Kristen says it's better if you can ejaculate it directly into her vagina -- she says she gets more from you that way, and she can contribute 'matching funds.'" "Matching funds?" "You know, vaginal lubrication." "Oh, that makes sense. I see." Kristen said, "But only if you'd like -- we are happy to take it from masturbation too." He looked her up and down. "Oh, I'd be delighted to ejaculate it into your vagina, that would be no problem at all." My mother turned to Kristen and said, "I didn't think he'd mind -- you are really a very lovely young woman." "Thank you," said the college girl, who had obviously heard that before. "And what about you, Jess? Would you be willing to donate too?" "Oh, well, yeah, I guess, but I'm a virgin, you know." "Oh, that's fine, I don't mind!" said Kristen. "It's always sweet to take a donation from a virgin. You don't have to worry about lasting a long time or anything. Even if you don't get your penis into me, we can scoop up the sperm. But I bet you'll make it inside." She winked. "But let me take your father's first. Where would you like to go?" "Use the bedroom, of course," said my mother. "OK, let's go. Maria can wait out here with you two." "Very good," said my mother. Kristen followed my father to the bedroom, taking her shoulder bag with her. "So, Maria," said my mother. "Kristen said you were a sex slave. I'm so sorry to hear that." "Oh, that's nice of you, but as you can imagine, I get sick of talking about it." "Oh, of course, dear, I'm sorry. So is this what you do? Go around with Kristen collecting money?" "Yeah, when I can. They say we make more money when one of the girls comes along. But mostly I'm in school, and living with a foster family." "Oh, that makes sense. Say, why don't I leave the two of you to talk -- I have more to do on getting dinner ready." My heart started pounding. See, what I had known for a few years now was that the girls that really took my breath away were the ones Maria's age. The ones my age or Kristen's age were sexy enough, but it was the younger ones that I really wanted. I was very excited by the prospect of losing my virginity while making a sperm donation in Kristen's vagina -- but it was Maria who had me tongue-tied. "So, do you like music and stuff?" I asked. "Yeah, some. I love reading. I didn't learn to read until they rescued me a year ago, and now I'm just reading all the time." "Oh, like magazines and stuff?" "No, I'm moving past young adult books now. They say I'm pretty smart." "Well, that's good." "Yeah, I hope so. Being a whore wasn't much fun at all." Suddenly she covered her mouth. "Oops, I'm not supposed to use words like that." She gave a grin. "That's OK," I said earnestly. "I'm -- I'm so, so sorry." I meant to say more, but I ended up just staring at her sympathetically, tongue-tied, mesmerized by her beauty and wanting to give her back the innocence of girlhood. When she looked at me I dropped my eyes in embarrassment. She laughed. "It's OK! You know, it's not your fault. And that's all in the past now. I'm looking ahead to the future." But I was still embarrassed and only met her gaze an instant at a time. She knew all about sex, and she sure was beautiful. She looked thoughtful. Kristen reappeared from the bedroom while my father followed behind, smiling. "Thank you so much for the donation." Turning to me, she said, "So, now, would you like to donate for the cause?" "Um, sure," I said, turning red. "Just a minute," said Maria, hurrying over to Kristen and conferring in whispers by the front door. I could overhear Kristen's side of the whispered conversation. "Oh, that's very kind, but we could never do that... No, it's illegal!... It would be terrible publicity too... I'm sorry, Maria, but you absolutely may not." The younger girl shrugged and with a resigned sigh went back to sit on the living room sofa, not meeting my eyes. "Come on, Jess, let's go," said Kristen, taking me by the hand to the master bedroom. "So you're a virgin? We should let you take your time and enjoy it, then. Come on, take your clothes off," said the Nordic goddess, and I stripped. I was mostly hard. "Very nice," she said with a smile as she looked at my endowment. "Now watch me," she said, doing a little strip tease. By the time she flung her bra off, I was panting and feeling a little dizzy. I could feel my cock giving dry twitches. "Hmmm, maybe I'd better not do too much of that, eh?" "Maybe not," I said weakly. "Maybe we should get right to the point?" She lay back on the bed, legs spread wide, feminine heaven visible as a wet slit set within a bit of light brown hair. She said in a friendly fashion, "OK, now come on up here on me and make that donation for those poor little girls like Maria." I crawled up into position, and she held my cock tip right at her opening. "Now just push, Jess," she said, and hot slick warmth enveloped my tip. This was what my penis was meant for. "Oh, Maria!" I gasped. "Shove it in, hard!" she urged, and I did. Her vagina opened before me, and with just a couple strokes I had buried myself to the hilt. She had enfolded my entire length in an incredibly stimulating hot, silky, wet embrace. She smiled at me with friendly affection. "Now just do whatever feels best." I started shoving in and out, and within seconds, I felt my body respond. "Oh, no!" I said as I realized I couldn't hold myself back. "Oh, yes!" she said at once, her encouragement letting me relax into the pleasure even more as my cock began twitching and spurting. I was making a donation for a worthy cause, and I wanted it to be a good one. When I was spent, I pulled out and lay back panting. "Bet that was nice, eh?" she said. I nodded dumbly. "So, now let's see what we have for a donation." She got a little dish from the bag and put it under her feminine parts as she squatted on the bed. I saw her finger disappear up inside. As she swished it around repeatedly, an amazing amount of milky fluid came out, some on her finger and much dribbling out. "Whoa!" she said, smiling at me. "What a generous gift! I don't think a guy's ever given me that much stuff before! You haven't been saving that up your whole life, have you?" she asked with a teasing smile, setting the container aside. "No, no, can't say I have." I jerked off, of course. "Well, a few wet dreams, maybe, eh?" she said with a wink and a smile. "You realize you called me 'Maria'?" "Oh, no. Did I?" What a rotten thing to do, and on my very first time too! "It's funny, you know what she asked me? Promise you won't tell anyone?" "OK." "She asked if she could take the donation instead of me. She said she thought you really liked her, and that after doing it all those yucky times, she'd love to do it once with someone who really liked her and would be nice to her. Out of the question, of course. Totally illegal, and can you imagine the negative publicity? But I thought you might like to know that she thought you were really nice." "Oh, hmmm," I mumbled. She started to get dressed and I followed suit. But on the way out my dad intercepted Kristen and said he thought maybe he could manage another donation, so they disappeared into the bedroom. I went into the bathroom to collect my thoughts. As I thought over what had happened, I found myself getting hard again. When I heard my father and Kristen emerge once more, I came out into the hall and said I thought I could do another one. This time I fucked away for a good long while in the golden college girl before giving a second donation. It wasn't anywhere near as much, of course. Everyone dressed, and the sperm donations were stashed away in the shoulder bag. I couldn't meet Maria's eyes, and felt my face grow warm when I imagined her looking at me. My mother wrote a $50 check and said she'd also pledge $2 per teaspoonful of semen she collected. My dad slipped her a check too when my mom wasn't looking. I saw Kristen's eyes go wide as she looked at the amount. Then it was time to say goodbye. Just as they were leaving, she turned to me and gave me a hug, pressing her full body against me, one hand on my butt. She whispered in my ear, "It would have been fun being your first one," and broke away with a big smile. All I managed was a dazed nod. And later I found a little slip of paper in my back jeans pocket with a phone number, a heart, and the letter 'M' on it! ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. 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