Author: Sterling
Title: From Cure to Sweet Corruption
Description: My semen can cure cancer. I could have earned a halo
for offering it for free, but market forces allowed me to charge
a steep price. I collected in the form of sex with the patient's
nubile relatives in a tropical paradise, where I allowed myself
the satisfaction every whim. Best of all, I got the girls to love
it.
Keywords: MF, Mf, Mg, preg, harem, het, cons, mc
NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 2/22/2012.

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From Cure to Sweet Corruption

It was a stunning breakthrough. A cure for cancer! The scientists
found it by searching through the DNA sequences of millions of
people, studying thousands of genes. I don't know the details; I
don't want to know. After the basic discovery, what they needed
to develop a practical therapy was people with a very rare
combination of genes that would produce a protein that would cure
the cancer.

They came up with a test. Given a saliva sample, the lab could
within a few weeks determine whether a person had the magic set
of genes or not. They set up mobile stations at events frequented
by the public, so volunteers could easily get tested. Two people
were identified that way, but they needed a lot more. So they
offered a $10,000 reward if you took the test and it turned out
you had the Right Stuff.

That was incentive enough for me to stop by the station on the
street corner instead of walking by: a lottery with free tickets.
And naturally, because I am writing this, I was a winner. I
produce factor K374-trans-cys-34-oxy-blah-35. Right. We just call
it K374.

So I went into Mass General, gave some blood, and came out with
$10,000. Well, actually the fine print said I had to give blood
three times, a month apart. Then I got the money. It was
convenient for me because I lived right in Boston. But already by
my second visit, the bigwigs in the plush conference room told me
that I held out hope for mankind, and if I volunteered to help
them I would surely earn a place in heaven. They didn't use those
words, but that was the gist of it. They also offered me $200 a
day for my troubles, and suggested they would need me perhaps 40
days a year. $8,000 before taxes. It seemed fair.

But I hated my day job as a telemarketer, and the $8,000 was
hardly enough to let me quit my job. I decided to try bargaining.
I told them that I might keep doing this for $100,000 a year.
They were sorry, but policy did not allow them to pay anywhere
near that. I decided to call their bluff, figuring I was a rare
enough commodity that they wouldn't hold it against me if decided
later I really missed the extra income and was willing to work on
their terms.

The hospital's research program ground to a halt, putting careers
in jeopardy. Where there's a will, there's a way, and they found
an outside foundation willing to cough up the money. $100K a
year? Goodbye telemarketing!

But naturally they wanted a fair amount of my time for that sum.
They wanted urine samples, stool samples, saliva samples, tissue
samples, bone marrow samples, and semen samples. After a few
weeks, they decided the semen samples were what they were most
interested in. Well, those were more fun to give than any of the
others.

I was 25, single, and not sure what I was going to do with my
life. So I had time to sleep late, surf the web, go out drinking,
hang with friends, watch TV, and jerk off to earn my living.

In the hospital, first I masturbated in a small room and left the
little plastic cup on the counter. Then they moved me to a room
with a small door in the wall. They asked me to push the little
plastic cup through the little door just as soon as possible. I
said fine. So after my orgasm was finished and I cleaned my penis
off, I passed the cup through the little door. The instant I
passed it through, I could hear quick scurrying around on the
other side of the wall. Next, they said they didn't mean to be
indelicate, but could I in fact provide it any faster? That is,
minimize the time between emission of the semen (their
terminology) and passing the sample to them?

Well, OK. So I jerked off standing up, right next to the door,
and as soon as the second spurt was in the cup, I put the lid on
and passed it through. But that still apparently was enough. They
brought in a new device. It was a little funnel connected to a
short tube leading through the wall. It had a constant mild
suction. They wanted me to ejaculate into the funnel. This wasn't
so much fun any more. I asked them what the heck was going on.
They were evasive, and when pressed said it was right in my
contract that they didn't have to tell me anything. I decided to
hire a private investigator with some of my $100,000 a year, and
he had quite an easy time collecting the info.

What they were discovering was that this precious K374 was very
tricky and unstable. It lasted longest in semen, but it still
didn't last long. The semen I put in the little funnel was being
sucked straight into the rectum of a terminally ill man or woman.
No wonder they didn't want to tell me. The idea was to get it in
contact with the patient's mucus membranes in seconds. They also
tried sucking it right into a woman's vagina. That worked even
better, though still not all that well. But then these test
subjects were women in their 60s or 70s. So next they had started
with women in their 30s who had terminal cancer, women whose
reproductive systems were still up and running. I joked to the PI
that I could just fuck the woman outright instead of pussyfooting
around with tubes. Of course, a woman with advanced cancer might
not be such an appealing partner.

The private investigator offered me a bit of free advice, which
set me on my path. The scientists had found only twelve people in
the US who made K374, and seven of them were women, who were just
not very good at producing semen. I had a huge amount of leverage
if I chose to use it. I decided to pay him to find out a little
more. There were six other hospitals that were salivating for the
opportunity to work with a K374-producing man just as soon as
another could be found. Research ethics prohibited any of them
contacting me. I had been allocated to Mass General, and that was
that. But two of those other hospitals were also in Boston. The
PI suggested I contact a high-class agent, because there was a
lot of money in it. He found me Frank.

After Frank completed his preliminary investigation, he met with
me in person. I'll always remember his broad smile. He said I
could get as rich as I wanted. All I had to do was open the
bidding for my services and the cash would pour in, some under
the table and some legal. He was into the money, because he was
getting a cut. In no time we had offers of $5 million a year. But
Mass General won the bidding war to keep me, and I moved to a
luxurious townhouse on Beacon Hill, an easy walk away. So for a
few months I lived it up, had friends over, and blew lots of
cash.

But there was something unsatisfying about ejaculating into a
little plastic funnel, knowing that the semen was being whisked
into a vagina. I liked vaginas, and I liked the idea of
ejaculating into them directly. I told Frank, and he gave me a
little smirk before investigating the possibilities.

There were all sorts of legal and ethical problems with a
hospital letting a guy fuck the patients, even for therapeutic
purposes. But once more, where there's a will there's a way. Many
women facing a death sentence were willing to have sex with a
strange man to save their lives. Arrangements were made for the
hospital to look the other way. But I didn't want to fuck just
any fat dog or emaciated wizened old hag. According to the law,
discriminating on that basis was illegal, but since we were
already operating off the regulations, it wasn't that hard to get
around that obstacle too.

I could choose the candidates myself, looking at nude pictures
and videos prepared for that purpose. It amused me to learn that
it would mean a great deal to them if I agreed to meet only half
the women I selected, randomly chosen by them, since the others
were going to be in a control group. But that was fine. There are
an astonishing number of attractive young women with
life-threatening cancer diagnoses in New England!

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I was nervous meeting my first woman, Linda. I closed the door
while an aide stood guard against any interruptions. The woman
was in a kind of drab nightgown, sitting up on her hospital bed.
She was as attractive as her pictures promised, but the setting
wasn't exactly romantic. Neither of us really knew what to do. It
seemed unlikely we were supposed to kiss. Was I supposed to
engage in foreplay? She smiled, shrugged, looked sheepish, and
then pulled up her nightgown, pulled down her panties, and spread
her legs apart. There's less motivation to be coy when your life
is at stake.

I took off my shoes, pants and underpants, but left my shirt on
-- if she wasn't going to be naked from the waist up, I didn't
see why I should be. Socially awkward or not, there was a lovely
young woman who wanted to be fucked, and my body responded. She
held her labia apart, and I slid my penis in. She was kind of
dry, but then this was business, not pleasure. I wasn't trying to
hold back, but under the circumstances it took me 30 seconds to
come. I allowed myself a little "Ahh", but more did not seem like
very good decorum. I mean, she's probably dying, and I'm going to
advertise just how much fun it was to fuck her? I pulled out. We
smiled at each other kind of guiltily. I got dressed. She thanked
me, I said she was welcome, and that was that.

So, I had scored. It wasn't exactly thrilling, though. Frank
reminded me that I could write my own ticket. So they quickly
created for me a plush bedroom on the top floor of the hospital
with a view of the Charles and Cambridge. We asked the women to
dress in something alluring, at least get themselves lubricated
before I arrived, and make me feel truly welcome.

The women were very cooperative, not wanting to blow a chance at
living instead of dying. They were willing to do anything, but
they usually weren't good enough actresses to come across as if
they really enjoyed it. If a woman was just in it for her health,
I would tend to mount her from the rear and thrust away as long
as my inner doggy wanted to before extending my thrust way up
inside her to come. I loved fucking sexy women. To hell with her
pleasure; I could be as quick as I wanted.

But some women saw this as a mystical experience and were very
much into it sexually. If the chemistry felt right, I would make
a little creative move, and if she responded, we ended up making
love. The doctors let me do up to two women a day, but if I did
more my precious K374 would get too diluted. That was fine with
me.

After six months, preliminary results were very promising indeed.
There was something like 50% remission from metastasized cancers.
Frank pointed out that I now had it made. There were now millions
of women in the country who would do just about anything if I
would only fuck them. He said we should go into business on the
side, so I cut back my schedule at Mass General.

We set up our own requirements for pictures and videos, since I
could now afford to be very picky indeed.

Naturally, the ones I wanted most were young, often under 25. I
called them 'girls', and not too surprisingly, not one gave me a
feminist lecture on why I should refer to them as 'women'. We
rented a nice big house out in Weston, and I happily gave up my
Beacon Hill digs to live there. One thing the hospital had
provided was all those careful STD checks. An immediate solution
for our side business was to use a special condom with a hole in
the end. It would protect me from the girls, even if it didn't
protect the girls from me. With the alternative being a death
sentence, it was a risk they were willing to take. But we also
took to requiring STD tests and some pledge of celibacy in the
recent past. Girls with a fatal cancer diagnosis don't tend to
sleep around much anyway.

Frank started out suggesting a price: $30,000, he said. It struck
me as high, but but he explained that was the sort of price you'd
expect as a bare minimum for a high-probability life-saving
procedure, even if insurance didn't cover it. With cash rolling
in, I was ready to quit the work at the hospital, but Frank
pointed out that what would make the business really boom was a
definitive controlled study from the medical establishment, and
my continued work there would let them finish. When it did, the
result was that getting a dose of semen from me was 95% effective
as a cure for a great many cancers, and studies from the
hospitals where the other guys were ejaculating earnestly for
science showed similar results. The potential was truly
unlimited.

What we were doing was strictly speaking illegal, if construed as
sex for money. So the money became a "suggested donation." We
could mix it up a little. I could take a few charity cases to
show it wasn't really a requirement. But we were flooded by so
many applications that instead of setting a price we accepted
bids. A multimillionaire whose beloved wife is dying of cancer
will pay a million easily to save her life. But of course she
might not be all that attractive. For some, the solution was for
her to get in doggy position in the total dark. I could look at
some alluring porn to get it up before going into the room, then
find the pre-lubricated rear end in the dark, shove into her from
the rear, and do my best doggy-humping -- a $1,000,000 fuck. We
were pulling in huge amounts of dough.

Two complications came up. We had our first pregnancy -- just
because a woman had cancer didn't mean she couldn't get pregnant.
That raised issues of child support, though I could afford a
generous payment with no noticeable effect on my finances.

The second was age. Teenagers are some of the most attractive
girls, of course. Eighteen was our limit, but some girls sure
seemed younger than that, and upon a little discreet
investigation it turned out that many parents were fudging the
ages of their daughters. Who could blame them? "So mom, you're
saying that I either let this random guy fuck me once, or else I
die? That's the choice? Well, duh!" But it still raised the
matter of statutory rape if others found out.

Frank suggested that these issues could be avoided if we moved
offshore. In time there would be legislation protecting me, but
in the short term it was best to move beyond the reach of the
law. So we did. We bought our own tiny Caribbean island, just off
Cuba and part of its territory. It was just a short ferry ride
away, and they were entirely happy to provide us with military
protection and legal cover in return for the generous payments we
offered.

What about the other men in the US with the magic semen? They had
found seven by that time. Two were wearing halos, masturbating
into little tubes to save the people the government decided were
most needy -- including men who got the semen anally. Two did
more or less what I did. One refused on grounds of morality,
since even masturbation was a sin. And two went back and forth,
doing some for charity and some for money in haphazard fashion.
We all had far more business than we could handle.

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I wonder how things would have developed if it was my blood that
saved lives instead of semen. Would I have been happy just
accumulating large piles of cash? I have fairly simple tastes,
and quickly ran out of luxuries I wanted to spend money on.

The fact that the vital fluid was semen was the first in a series
of steps along a road of sexuality. 'Semen' implies sex -- it's
part of what makes parents blush when they give The Talk. The
need to get it into a vagina very quickly led naturally to
intercourse. The huge demand and limited supply naturally led to
selection based on attractiveness. And once I was looking for
attractive sex partners, it was a small step to younger relatives
offering themselves as substitutes for the patients.

Ensconced safely offshore, I could indulge my fantasies. I wanted
gorgeous girls, the younger the better. I wanted to be able to do
just about anything with them. And that first pregnancy got me to
realize that I liked the idea of fathering lots of children.
Frank said we might as well tell the prospective applicants what
I wanted, and the applications changed accordingly.

One of the happiest developments in proposals from my point of
view was the separation of the attractive woman from the cancer
patient. Most 55-year-old women are not particularly attractive,
and they'd have no chance at being selected. But if the woman's
stunning 25-year-old daughter offered herself for sex if I would
cure her 55-year-old mother -- well, that was something else
entirely. I happily agreed to save the mother by using the little
plastic tube with suction if I could have the 25-year-old in the
flesh. And for the first time men were eligible to receive
treatment if they had attractive women to offer, though the anal
administration route was less effective.

Younger girls were more attractive as surrogates, just as they
were more attractive as patients. Some of them were way younger
than 18. But if they showed well in the videos and I wanted them,
I took them, without asking many questions. Below a certain age
no one could pretend a girl was 18, so then the girls were
offered to come visit me for a private "conversation." I accepted
a few, and the conversation often turned very intimate indeed.
You know how child abusers tell their victims that if they don't
cooperate, their parents will die? Here it was the honest truth.

Daughters were a rich source of surrogates, but far from the only
ones. It's been a pattern for decades that young and popular
people who get cancer inspire others to do fundraising to help
them get their treatment money. Now instead of raising money they
recruited attractive young women, and combined them into a
package they hoped I'd accept. It was sometimes a matter for
negotiation. My staff would indicate that we almost had a deal,
but they needed to add one more person, or a little more money.

These girls were not making one-night stands. First, they had to
fit into my busy schedule. They flew in, took the ferry over, and
spent a couple weeks in a quarantine facility to make sure they
were clean -- no more condoms with holes for me! And I wanted the
opportunity to have them around for a few weeks.

Once they had passed quarantine, each girl got her own room. Then
they would wait.

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By arrangement, I went into Alicia's room and shut the door
behind me. She was as gorgeous as the video indicated. Black
hair, brown eyes, oriental. She was sitting nervously in a chair,
legs crossed and hands folded. I asked how the flight and
quarantine had been. She started telling me, and got the feeling
she would have gone on indefinitely because she was dreading what
came next. I held up my hand to stop her.

I couldn't quite say why, but I didn't like her, though I found
her very sexy. I gave her my sweetest smile, and was surprised to
hear myself say, "OK, you've got 30 seconds to get all your
clothes off or your mother's dead."

She looked startled, but immediately starting taking everything
off, first her blouse, then a shoe there, a sock there, her bra
flying across the room one way, her panties the other.

"Come here, sit on my lap," I said. "No, not that way, facing me.
One leg on each side." She did, but with a sort of dull distaste
on her face. It was hard to imagine kissing someone like that,
but I ran my fingers all over her breasts, her back, between her
legs. My penis started bulging uncomfortably in my pants.

"Lie on the bed, legs wide apart."

She did, but then looked toward the wall, as if she was preparing
for an unpleasant operation. I slid out of my clothes, and my
penis was much happier with the freedom to rise to its accustomed
size without constraint. Then I got out my heavy duty vibrator,
and held it right at her upper labia where her clitoris was
hiding beneath its hood and turned it on. This was a moment of
truth. Girls didn't expect this. She quickly started getting
lubricated, which I could tell with the finger I was gently
pushing in and out of her. But even as a minute went by, she was
clearly fighting any pleasure. Well, fuck her! I realized with a
smile that both meanings applied.

I put the vibrator aside, raised myself above her, and slid in. I
pounded for a good long while. I didn't actually enjoy having
power over her, did I? I wasn't quite that mean? I decided I
could ponder that later. In the meantime, she was mine, she was
ready, and I settled into my final approach, at the end giving
ten deep, hard jabs and shooting her full of semen.

Eleanor was another story. When I went to her room, she was
sitting on the bed with her legs apart a little, and she gave me
a bashful smile.

I sat beside her on the bed, also smiled, and began moving my
hands all over her, starting with face and neck and back, but
progressing to breasts and thighs. I started taking off her
blouse, then bra. Her jeans she had to do herself while I
stripped naked. She was stealing glances at my hardening penis. I
pushed her back on the bed and kissed her lips, then her breasts,
and moved my hand between her legs, where we both knew I was
headed. After a little massaging I could slide my finger into her
vagina, which was wet enough. So I lifted myself up above her and
moved the tip of my penis to its primal goal.

As I slid in, she gave a little gasp. I started pumping her and
was delighted to see her responding with pleasure. But my loins
wanted to finish, to ejaculate up inside this eager gorgeous
young thing, so I did, with a flurry of strokes and a big "Yes!"
And after a few seconds I pulled out.

I felt a little guilty that she hadn't come. I wasn't up for
being a patient lover right then, but I had shortcuts. I found
the vibrator. After a puzzled look, she gave a big smile, and I
pressed it between her legs. I felt her relax, but then she
started tensing with excitement. She smiled at me, but then got
lost in her own pleasure. After a few minutes she started moaning
and straining against the vibrator, and then finally yelped and
shuddered. Chest heaving, she looked at me with a big smile.

My penis had risen again. I turned her on her side, away from me.
Lying behind her, I dove into her totally welcoming vagina from
the rear. I thrust urgently for maybe a minute and then spurted
inside her again.

But encounters in bedrooms of the sort I had with Alicia and
Eleanor were just the very beginning. The possibilities for
pleasure were far more expansive.

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Chapter 2

I woke in the middle of the night to the sound of the breeze in
the trees, and to a wonderful warm sensation on my penis. I
looked down and saw Jessica's head bent over it, with her hair
flowing luxuriantly over my skin on all sides. She was good, and
within a few seconds I thrust my pelvis up a little as I came
inside her mouth. The pleasure was intense, quite high up there
on the scale for a connoisseur of orgasms, and bathing in it I
fell back to sleep.

As the dawn came I found myself spooned against the back of some
girl -- I hadn't gotten her name down yet, but she was very sexy.
I nuzzled against the back of her neck and felt her stir. Then I
put my hand up over her arm to land on her dainty little breasts,
still not grown to full size. She woke up and started turning to
face me with an adoring smile, but I gently pushed her head back
down.

As I stroked my fingers around the top nipple a few times my
erection rapidly hardened. I moved my hand down between her legs,
and she raised the top leg in the air. I felt the soft hair and
her damp labial crack. I spread her labia with that one hand as
my penis slid up inside her. I just lazily stroked back and forth
inside her for a few minutes, but then sped up some and thrust
deep inside her as I came. After a minute I gently pushed her
away and she left. Abby appeared with a warm cloth to gently
clean off my penis.

I remembered who I had been dreaming of, and whispered, "Nancy,
to the grove, skirt only, bend over." I liked to enjoy the quiet
in the grove, and communicated with the girls by whispering into
a headset microphone that transmitted to their earpieces. They
knew to be quiet unless invited to speak.

I continued with, "Mary, pee time." Mary was resting under my bed
in a narrow space. I turned a little further on my side so my
flaccid penis was pointing a little down to the side of the bed.
Mary's hands from beneath the bed aimed my tip loosely into an
elegant jar. I let loose my morning urination. When I was done,
she got up gracefully and walked over to the outdoor sink and
emptied it.

I made another whispered command. "Joellen, come kiss me."
Joellen was dozing naked right nearby and she slowly and sleepily
came over, and after giving me a look of deep affection knelt
beside me and moved her face in towards mine. She was actually
14, but if you saw her you'd think she was much younger -- she
was destined to be a tiny woman, and she showed no signs of
puberty yet. In response to her delightful kisses, I put out my
arm to stroke and squeeze her small butt.

"Mary, blue shirt, sandals." After a last few kisses with Joellen
and looking at her gorgeous sleepy little face, I sat up. As I
stretched my arms out, Mary put the blue shirt on me. I swung my
legs to the side of the bed and slid my feet into the sandals she
had positioned just so, then got up and stretched.

There were half a dozen girls around the grove waiting to cater
to me, all naked, all gorgeous. The sun was just rising over the
ocean.

Nancy had been some distance away, and now she entered the grove,
casting an adoring glance on me while she curtseyed, then bent
over the moss-covered log. I looked at her perfect breasts
hanging down just a little and the sexy pink skirt she had on,
and my penis rose. I sidled up behind her and reached over to
hold both breasts, then moved my hands up onto her shoulders and
down her narrow naked waist to her hips, covered by the skirt. I
flipped the skirt up and poked my penis against her butt. Her
gentle hand was there instantly, pointing me right at her labia.
I thrust up in one great motion, the tip of my penis far up
inside her. She had the sort of vagina that felt so good, like
slick velvet, that it called for the deepest surge into her
depths and no delay in finishing the act. The glow spread. I
withdrew most of the way and thrust up once more. My loins felt
golden fire. I withdrew and strained in all the way and felt
myself spurt three times, the fire of ecstasy spreading
throughout my body, then subsiding to embers. I stayed pressed
with my loins against her butt while I regained my balance after
the orgasm. Then I had her stand up and turn around, and I kissed
her lovely face while she looked at me with pure love. After a
few seconds I indicated we were through.

She dropped to her knees, fingered my testicles and gave my penis
a gentle kiss, then rose and walked away. What a nice touch!

I reclined in the luxurious lounge chair and whispered, "Orange
juice, fresh fruit by Joellen, omelette." I heard scurrying,
slicing and squelching noises. One minute later, Joellen appeared
with a glass full of the orange juice they had just squeezed and
handed it to me. I drained it. She straddled me, her weight
resting on my hips, her legs spread wide, and smiled earnestly. I
adored seeing her immature labia open. She was offering me her
tender innards if I wanted them, which I appreciated, but I'd
never hurt an undeveloped girl that way.

She first put a fresh strawberry in my mouth, and after I had
savored and swallowed that, a cantaloupe ball, then a cube of
fresh pear, a slice of banana, a peeled grape, on and on.

After a little, I whispered, "Jessica, come straddle me and hump
quick until you come." Jessica presently appeared naked and
curtseyed.

To give her room, Joellen had to move forward. She rose so her
weight was on her knees, one on either side of me. I appreciated
her whole naked little girl body, though I stared at the
especially alluring smooth and demure labia which were right in
front of my face. She noticed, laughed at my appreciation, and
wiggled her hips back and forth briefly.

Jessica appeared and lowered herself onto me, engulfing my penis
inside her hot vagina, and then started vigorously moving up and
down. While Joellen put a mango ball in my mouth, I gently traced
the outlines of her labia with my fingers. Jessica's labia had
looked like this just a few years earlier, and Joellen would soon
become mature so her vagina could engulf my penis in the same
sort of fantastic embrace Jessica's was giving it right then.
Jessica was gazing at me adoringly over Joellen's shoulder, and
getting a more intense expression as she kept moving up and down
fast. She cried out with orgasm, and I came at the same time,
lifting her a few inches in the air as I strained up inside her.
She kept our loins pressed together, engulfing me, leaning on
Joellen's shoulders and looking at me with a post-orgasmic smile
of loving satisfaction.

When I had been adored enough, I looked at Jessica and made a
little motion with my hand. She instantly rose, but before she
left fondled my testicles and kissed my penis gently.

I heard the sizzling noise, motioned to Joellen that I'd had
enough fruit, and had her lie down on top of me, her head on my
chest. I looked with pleasure on her body trailing away to her
dainty feet, smooth thin legs covering man legs. The top of her
pubic bone rested gently on my penis, and she shifted back and
forth a few times until the softened organ rested casually
against her labia.

Abby appeared with the omelette and fed me, one forkful at a
time. Fluffy egg, crisped just right, sauteed onions, mushrooms,
peppers, and Gruyere cheese, just the way I liked it.

When I was finished I whispered, "OK, everyone in the grove,
clear out." Joellen got up off me, and she and all the others in
turn curtseyed briefly, eyes downcast shyly, and headed off out
of the grove single file, all naked.

Another dry 80-degree clear day. I sat alone looking down through
the trees to the sparkling water for some time. I remembered to
be thankful. I had it pretty good.

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Each of the girls and women listened to my whispered commands and
carried out the ones that pertained to her. It wasn't a matter of
fulfilling a duty or fear of consequences. Each of them was in
love with me, and could think of nothing more important in the
world than doing whatever she could to make me happy. This state
of affairs was initially accomplished with drugs.

After we set up on the island, I had been getting plenty of sex
with gorgeous girls, but they approached it with a certain
reserve, a certain calculating quality. I told Frank it would be
great if these girls could really *want* sex with me. With the
enormous riches at our disposal, Frank gave out some research
grants.

It is amazing how many promising drugs are abandoned due to
unusual side effects. Development of the key drug had been
abandoned when life-threatening side effects occurred in about 3%
of people. But our hired team of offshore researchers, with
looser ethical restrictions on experiments involving humans,
could take some shortcuts.  Women who would otherwise die of
cancer were quite happy to sign a waiver form for this
experimental drug. We were fortunate that none died, and we found
a companion drug that eliminated the risk. When administered with
a third, standard drug, we got the effect we wanted.

After the first large doses, the recipient becomes imprinted on
whoever is with them and feels enormous love for that person.
Privately I dubbed it "Luffox" (pronounced "love fucks"). So I
would of course arrange to be with them when they took this first
dose. The effect lasts as long as they take the drug. I also had
the girls take a few other drugs that kept them lubricated to
some extent all the time and that increased their sexual
appetite.

Such ideal playmates also improved my performance, and the more
spectacular sex I had, the more my body revved up its sexual
capabilities. But Frank also found a drug for me, too. I can get
an erection any time and maintain it indefinitely, and have as
many orgasms as I want in a day, given at least a minute of
downtime between them. It also increases my sexual desire, which
was already pretty high. I spend a lot of time having sex.

Our procedure evolved over the years. From the very beginning we
had the girls come to quarantine, and then I would meet them and
have my way with them. Assuming they did their part, the patient
could fly in. Occasionally she was worth making love to, but for
most I used the little tube. She was on the other side of a wall
and I never had to interact with her as a person at all.

From the very beginning the girls had to be willing to stay for
the quarantine period and a few more days while I enjoyed them
sexually. But I wanted to father children, and many applicants
knew this and agreed to it. They agreed to stay a few months. We
tracked their cycles, and on those days when the vaginal mucus
was just right, I would conserve my semen and inject them with a
dose suitable to impregnate them. My sperm is high quality and it
doesn't take much.

Under the influence of the Luffox, a number of girls who hadn't
signed up to have my baby decided they wanted to anyway, or at
least decided to stop using any contraceptive method.

Prospective patients and their nubile surrogates were of course
intensely interested in how things had gone for earlier girls.
Feedback was favorable. My attentions involved no cruelty or
physical pain and a considerable measure of respect. There was
also recreation -- we were on a gorgeous Caribbean island. All
considered, a few months for saving mama's life was acceptable to
a great many.

Then the drugs came along, and the reports were glowing. They
stopped taking Luffox before they left, and at home their
attachment to me lessened, but they still remembered me very
fondly and had good memories of a few months of mild euphoria.
More and more applicants were willing to sign up for six months.

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After my little morning routine in the grove, I started out for a
jog. There are many indoor rooms in our complex, but because the
weather is so nice there are also rooms with just a roof. And for
a couple miles along the beach is a covered boardwalk, my
favorite jogging route.

As I jogged along, any girl I encountered curtseyed. I hadn't
gone far when I spotted Lisa. She had gotten up from where she
was sitting so fast that as she curtseyed, she stumbled. Lisa was
a goddess, probably 15. She was maybe 5'2" and slender, with
smallish breasts and not too much in the way of hips. But her
skin was perfect, her face was that of an angel, and her long
blond hair stunning. Her body had just emerged into its full
sexuality. She had been diagnosed with a cancer, early stage but
deadly, so the first time I entered her I took her virginity and
saved her life at the same time. She loved me for that, and she
also had an open-minded and lively sexuality. Now that the drug
had taken effect, her adoration possessed her.

The adoration of such a gorgeous creature made me smile, and I
decided to interrupt my jog. I licked my lips and smiled at her,
and she shuddered with excitement as she awaited my command.

Many of the posts holding up the walkway roof had little seats on
them, where a girl could sit with her legs apart, at just the
right height, and I could enter her while standing up. I had her
sit in one on the water side, so I could take in the view of the
gentle surf behind her adorable face. I massaged her labia a
little, but it was clear she was all ready. As soon as I had
caught my breath from the jog, I gently slid into her. The mix of
love and pleasure in her face was quite special. I thrust at a
moderate pace, my pleasure glowing with every back and forth in
her perfect vagina. She was on the verge, so I sped up a little
and she came, her eyes only shutting at the very peak of her
orgasm. She shrieked.

But I didn't come right away. I slowed way down, doing a full in
and out once every fifteen seconds or so. But after five minutes
of that she was getting excited again, and once again I sped up
and she came again. This time she clutched my shoulders to keep
her balance. I then went into high gear, with urgent deep surges,
over and over, trying to get all the way to her ovaries, it
seemed. I let my own orgasm build slowly before finally letting
it erupt. She came a third time, and then fainted in my arms, my
penis still up inside her. I lifted the beauty, keeping her
impaled, and walked a few steps to the beach. There I knelt and
lifted her off my phallus and laid her on her back, keeping her
tender parts above the level of the sand.

She looked so alluring, even passed out, that my penis had barely
slid out of her than I slid it back in, thrust ten times and
ejaculated up inside her once again. She revived just in time to
feel me straining deep into her and gasping. I told the smiling
girl to report to the grove that night at 11. She was special.

Jay and Kay were walking down the beach several yards away,
chatting. I whispered and they both stopped and smiled at me
before looking away, then in accord with my request spread their
legs and started massaging themselves. Within a minute they each
came, standing up, shuddering. I whispered again and they gave me
a smile and a wave before returning to their walk, staggering a
little at first.

I didn't have many males on my island, but I did have a few. They
went around covered up. Their genitals were not to be exposed
without my permission. Most of the girls went naked most of the
time. But there was one exception. The girls who had agreed to
try to have my baby tracked their cycles. When their vaginal
mucus got to that light sticky consistency that indicated
fertility, they got to wear little pink skirts. Some admitted
that they were tempted to wear a skirt when it wasn't time,
though to my knowledge none ever did.

As I strolled along the boardwalk, cooling down from my jog, I
saw Beth with a pink skirt on. Beth had already been here four
months but hadn't conceived. This was the last time I would try
to impregnate her. I mused that maybe if I let her take the
active role, her body would instinctively know some special
secret it needed to get pregnant. So I lay on my back on the
sand, and had her straddle me and told her to let loose and do
what felt best. She moved up and down vigorously, regarding me
with her loving smile, and then she started going way up so I was
just barely in her, then zooming down to engulf me completely and
grind our pubic bones together. She did that twenty times, and
ended with a gut-wrenching orgasm. I went with her, and shot my
little pulses of semen up into her. She left the next morning,
but I found out later that she had gotten pregnant.

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One of my whims was a large wheel somewhat like a child's
merry-go-round. There were twelve slots that girls could position
themselves in with their vaginal openings near the edge.

This day I got twelve to occupy it, each with her butt up in the
air, in doggy position. And each was told to massage herself
until she was very excited. I then thrust into one girl from the
rear, just a few strokes, then pulled out, rotated the wheel one
place, and thrust into the next girl, thrust a few times and then
pulled out.

Sue came on my second stroke. Michelle didn't come even with
three strong inward strokes. Nancy didn't either. She had a
somewhat short vagina, so when I pressed in far it made a deep
bump. It was an interesting variation.

Here Lisa was again. I entered her and she came immediately,
squeezing my penis as she did. I went into overdrive, thrusting
furiously ten times until I grunted and spurted deep inside her.
By getting me to come inside her, she won that round of roulette.

While my organ rested, I spun the wheel around another time, this
time using my finger to explore each vagina in turn. After one
revolution my penis was up again, so this time I started with
Lisa, and kept going. I never tire of the thrill of seeing a
nubile girl presenting her vagina to me. I almost came in
Michelle, my penis twitching a little, but I held back and lunged
into Nancy, spurting just as I got in. Ah, roulette!

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I do take a few hours off from sex every day -- some days many
hours. I read some real physical books, catch up on email, and
surf the web some. I meet with Frank to discuss business
sometimes.

Sometimes I even eat alone, for instance savoring a gourmet
scallop dish without any sexual distractions, along with the four
elegant vegetable courses and dessert.

Perhaps it was a little mean of me, but I slipped Frank a low
dose of Luffox. I wasn't interested in him sexually, and he was
hetero too, but this got his true devotion at an emotional level.
In fact, not long after I first drugged him, he with guilt and
grief confessed to a scheme where he was skimming off 30% more
than we had agreed to. I forgave him if he was willing to work
for half the agreed amount, and he accepted my offer with relief
and devotion.

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Later that afternoon I decided to swim some laps in the warm
ocean. There were two docks that stuck out into the water, thirty
or so yards apart, with ladders over the sides that faced each
other. I whispered a few commands as I was getting ready, and in
short order Joellen was on the ladder on one dock, and Naomi on
the facing one. I started heading towards Naomi, who was in the
water up to her neck. I dove under the water to approach her, and
her full breasts, full hips, and luxuriant growth of dark pubic
hair took shape in front of me through the clear tropical water.
I caressed her breast gently as I turned around, then kicked
gently off her pubic bone to head the other way. My reward for
thirty yards of swimming was Joellen's immature body -- showing
no breasts, hips, or pubic hair as I approached underwater. I
bobbed to the surface. She was smiling at me lovingly, and I gave
her a gentle five-second kiss, then pushed gently off her chest
and headed back to Naomi. I swam naked, and by now I had an
erection. The drag from the protrusion surely slowed me down, but
speed wasn't my goal.

This time I stopped at Naomi and ran my hands all over her
breasts and kissed her beaming hungry face as my body settled
into the vertical position. I had her spread her labia and I
thrust into her lazily a few times, before pulling out and
heading back to Joellen. When I got to her I started floating on
my back, sideways to the dock, and Joellen eagerly reached over
to fondle my penis. On her own initiative, she took the tip in
her mouth and started licking in a way that brought me great
pleasure.

But I turned around and swam back to Naomi. Beside the ladder was
a little seat that was just an inch or two below the water level.
I lifted Naomi onto it so her crotch came partly out into the
air, water streaming down from her pubic hair. Holding myself
half out of the water using handles on the side of the seat, I
thrust into her and decided to keep going. My penis disappeared
into her body right at water level, and the urgent in and out
made interesting swirls and splashes. This was a good
old-fashioned primal fuck, and I convulsed inside her as I came.
I rolled off and floated on my back a little. She let herself
down into the water again and tentatively patted my softening
penis.

After catching my breath I swam back to Joellen. This time I
turned onto my back and pulled the small girl on top of me so she
was resting on my chest, both of us face up. I held her with one
hand on her chest and the other between her legs, and I kicked us
lazily over to Naomi, a girl-fondling backstroke. My penis had
risen again and poked Joellen's thigh. Sensing it, she pointed it
right between her legs and turned her head to grin at me. I
thrust a little, pushing my tip against her labia, but it was
symbolic.

I kicked out of the warm water onto a foam-padded portion of the
dock and lay on my back. I had Joellen lie face-down on top of me
so I could kiss her while stroking her back and her butt. But
Naomi was lower down, stroking the underside of my penis expertly
with her tongue, while the top side nuzzled against Joellen's
tender girl parts. She then pressed the tip between Joellen's
labia, while rapidly tonguing the underside of my tip. I thrust
gently with excitement, and pressed the girl's labia inward as I
delivered my sperm within her folds. I like to think some shot
into her vagina. Joellen watched me with an intent smile as she
felt my sexual pleasure build and gave a big grin and wiggled her
pelvis when she felt the sticky semen surge out of me to squelch
in her private parts.

I rested a few minutes before dismissing the two of them, then
swam some real aerobic laps.

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I might have a hundred girls at a time, and I didn't get to all
of them in one day. I encouraged any who were feeling sexually
unsatisfied to visit one of the men -- but never on a pink-skirt
day. That day I had given permission for 30 of my girls to go
visit the men, and six horny girls took advantage of the
opportunity to get laid.

That day I wandered through where Bill was lunging into Cathy. I
told him to come soon, but pull out at the last moment. So I saw
him thrust intensely and fast, then slow down just a little, then
whip his penis out, so he spurted onto Cathy's stomach. On a
whim, I pushed him aside gently, and mounted Cathy myself. But
unlike Bill, I didn't miss -- I spurted inside her. She came too.

I had quite a few cancer patients to cure by way of the little
tube, and I decided very early on that I didn't have to
masturbate all by myself. That day I got Kathleen to stand
against the wall with her legs apart, right above where the
little tube went into the wall. She stroked my penis in a very
alluring way, and then invited me up inside her, where I thrust
happily. When I was just about to come, I pulled out and put my
penis against the little funnel in the wall and spurted my cure
through the tube into the grateful patient.

I assembled a half dozen girls in an inside room for a modified
game of "pin the tail on the donkey." This was "pin the penis
into the pussy," so to speak. I was blindfolded, naked, and horny
as I groped around the room. When I found a girl, I would quickly
orient myself to the one part of her that craved a visit from my
penis, and thrust in her deep and come.

I whispered into my little microphone and got the lithe Elaine to
join me at dusk, knowing she was wearing a pink skirt. Her job
was to run away; mine to chase her. She was fast, and when I
gained on her she dodged around behind trees. This happened twice
before at last I got a good hold on her wrist. I pulled her in
towards me and wrestled her stomach-down onto a mossy spot, while
I covered her back. Although I was nearly out of breath, the urge
to reproduce was strong. I immediately turned her onto her back,
flipped up her skirt, forced her legs apart, and pushed my penis
right into her vagina, deep and fast, and spurted deep, thinking
of the baby she would have. She had maintained a solemn air as I
overcame her pretend resistance, but once the mating was
complete, she smiled. I then collapsed onto her for a minute,
letting her soft femininity labor under my weight before I rolled
to the side. We lay there for ten minutes as I clutched her to
me.

She kissed me tentatively, and was delighted when I reciprocated
as my penis rose again. Maybe the first batch wasn't enough for a
baby and I should give her another dose to be sure. She was
ecstatic to guide me into her again, and we had a lazy time of
rocking back and forth to slide me in and out. But she needed
daddy-stuff, so at the end I grasped her butt hard and pushed in
as deep as I could go, carefully depositing those potent sticky
blobs right on her cervix.

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That evening I had dinner with a dozen girls in one of our
luxurious dining rooms with roof but no walls, constructed so the
warm evening breezes could caress us. One after another the naked
girls came up to me, curtseyed, and put a little gourmet morsel
in my mouth, and then they cycled around. Four of them sang for
me in harmony. But just as they were going into the second piece
I stopped them. The high soprano Kate had both a very sweet voice
and a pink skirt, so I pushed her back on a sofa and pounded into
her for a minute before giving her a dose of my daddy stuff.
While I was doing that, the other three giggled their way through
a lusty trio.

When the quartet resumed, the streak of semen running down Kate's
leg below the hem of her pink skirt was to my eye a lusty fifth
part to the harmony.

During dessert I lay back in a recliner and had Gillian straddle
me, engulfing my penis. On her own initiative, she pulled out so
far each time that only her inner labia were still in contact
with my tip. The other girls put little morsels of fruit with
chocolate fondue in my mouth. Gillian's satiny vaginal penis
massage was wonderful, but as my climax approached I wanted my
penis tip to stay well inside her at all times, to convince my
primal self that no semen would risk being wasted outside her
body. I had her speed up and felt my orgasm very slowly reach the
point of inevitability. I made a point of being aware of the
other naked girls watching us with approving smiles, the dark
chocolate, the strawberry, Gillian's breasts and ecstatic face,
and of course the satiny vagina as my penis swelled to its
maximum size and spurted. I vowed to remember forever the pure
pleasure arising from the combination of all of those things.

As I lay down to sleep in the grove, Lisa joined me. I had her
rough and fast just as she arrived, then after a minute's rest in
more sleepy, leisurely fashion and drifted off just as my orgasm
was subsiding. But I let her stay all night. I poked into her and
came four more times.

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So thousands of people are eternally grateful to me for saving
their lives. Many of them have a beloved son or daughter of mine
-- more often grandson or granddaughter -- as a joyful reminder.
A life restored and a life created. A few give their babies up
for adoption, but most keep them.

Three of my sons have K374 detectable in their saliva, and the
world will be their oyster as soon as they are old enough to
produce semen. I did consent to try to mix genes with several
women who make K374. Visiting me on my island, two were pretty
nice looking and I had sex with them the normal way. Three I did
from the rear in the dark. The others got sperm through the
little tube, though not for the purpose of curing cancer. Many
came back several times. There have been four babies, but the
only K374 producer so far is a daughter.

I figure I have many good years left, and as long as I can, I'll
spend them on my island, saving lives while satisfying my sexual
desires in ways I wouldn't have dreamed of ten years ago.

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