Author: Sterling
Title: Getting Pregnant On the Wheel of Fortune
Summary: Very few men make viable sperm any more, but I'm one of
them. This describes my intimate procedure for trying to
impregnate about 100 every day.
Keywords: MF group preg 1st

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 8/3/2011.

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Getting Pregnant On the Wheel of Fortune


Making babies is easy. A penis (at least the tip) sticks into a
vagina at the right time of month, and some sperm shoots, surges,
or oozes out. The penis leaves, but the sperm stays behind. It
can be over in seconds and often is -- especially for those
unintended teen pregnancies.

We humans elaborate this endlessly. We make the act last, we make
sure the woman has an orgasm too, we do it over and over again. A
woman wants to make sure it's the right penis that seeds her,
while a man at heart wants to seed any vagina he can weasel his
dick into.

It feels so good that we do it when we really don't want to make
a baby. We go to great lengths to interrupt that baby-making
process, typically by keeping the sperm away or making sure there
isn't any ripe egg available.

Making babies is easy -- until it gets hard. One day the great
Radiation Pulse flashed across the earth. Women found that a
little blob of semen in the vagina just never did the trick any
more. Gobs deposited with enthusiasm deep at the cervical opening
did no better. Floods of the stuff spasmed in by a dozen
different men were no more effective.

There were just a very few men who still made potent sperm. I'm
one of them. Some of the other fertile guys jerk off and donate
their sperm for artificial insemination. Not me.

Soon I found I had my pick of beauties to inseminate directly and
personally. Each would come to me on her most fertile day and
gratefully take a deep load to start her baby. Sperming a girl to
impregnate her is especially thrilling, and I found I could
easily do a couple a day. But a full pussy-load of sperm is way
more than a girl needs.
 
So I developed a procedure.

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No one even gets into the building unless they are at peak
fertility.

No 35-year-olds -- not many 30-year-olds even. Girls try to lie
about their age, but they can't get in until they're 18. There
are other issues, of course, but one of them is that the younger
ones aren't as fertile. Even 14-year-olds who look completely
grown up just don't get pregnant as easily as they will in a
couple years.

No one with hormonal irregularities. No borderline anorexics. No
fat girls. And to be blunt, no dogs either. There are so many
good-looking women hungering for babies that the ugly ones get
nudged aside.

I said no dogs, but that's not literally true. There's good old
Stu, a German Shepherd trained to detect the smell of fertile
female. When a girl comes in the door, Stu is there to stick his
inquisitive nose up under her dress. If he doesn't stand aside,
the girl has to come back another day.

If she passes the test, her next step is to take off her panties
and donate them to the cause. It's just a little personal gift I
required. I take the dozens of pairs I receive during the day to
bed with me at night. Some I bundle to use as a pillow, others
just share the bed with me, but all are saturated with "take me!"
pheromones. It helps my sexual desire and interest and maybe even
sperm production.

Each girl arrives in some sexy outfit, including a skirt or dress
that allows easy vaginal access.

Each girl does a deep curtsey before me and kisses the tip of my
cock. She then exposes her private parts, spreads her vaginal
lips a little and says the little mantra, "I'm yours to use as
you please and I hope you make me pregnant."

By showing up, each girl has agreed that her body is mine to
touch, grope, fondle and probe in any way I choose. I'll
sometimes caress a cheek or boob or thigh when we're introduced.

A full complement for a single session is 25 girls. At the center
of the arrangement is a rather ordinary queen-size bed. A dozen
girls will be relegated to each of the two large Merry-Go-Rounds.
Tangent to the right side of the bed is the Double Decker, with
two layers of girls laid out in missionary position. Tangent on
the left side is the Doggy Wheel, with only a single level,
featuring girls with butts sticking out towards the edge.
Wide-spread legs take up more room, so I end up with two layers
of six girls on the Double Decker, and a single ring of a dozen
girls on the Doggy Wheel.

On the Double Decker girls lie in the missionary position with
knees drawn in to the chest and then down to their sides
somewhat. Their fertile twats are at the very edge. When my
genitals are engaged with a girl on the lower deck, I get to see,
smell, and (if I want) taste those of the girl on the deck above.

Once the two Merry-Go-Rounds are loaded, I typically will do one
circle of each, gliding my cock deep into each wet, fertile cunt
for a single exciting thrust. I do the bottom layer of the Double
Decker first, then flip a switch to temporarily lower it into the
floor, leaving the upper deck twats at the right height for
fucking. But that is just the warm up.

Among each session's crop of beautiful, young fertile girls is
one who is even more elite. She is especially gorgeous and a
virgin -- though her hymen has been removed. This girl assumes
the missionary position on the bed. Usually our encounter starts
with some kissing, ear-nibbling, and breast-sucking. Tongue work
between the girl's legs is likely to follow, often ending with
her gasping orgasm.

Then it is time for that most special sexual encounter, the
impregnating defloration. I lower myself onto the gorgeous
creature and penetrate her. We have returned to the simple part
of baby-making, and it is best all around if I don't delay very
long. My primitive male desire is to penetrate her deeply and
ejaculate quickly, and I do. It is a fantastic sensation to fill
the virgin's insides with gobs of sperm. Thousands will instantly
begin swimming up into her uterus, almost certainly impregnating
her. But that is just the beginning.

I slide my cock out of the girl. The biology of the male animal
suggests I then rest, my job done. But I as a human know that
impregnation has just begun.

Before I left the Merry-Go-Rounds after my initial probings I
gave them each a big spin. Where they came to rest was a matter
of chance, and the nearest girl on the Doggy Wheel is the one who
will get my attentions first. With my left hand I spread her
pussy lips. With the first two fingers of my right I get a small
dab of the creamy mixture sticking to my penis and bring my
fingers to the exposed vagina. I pause with wet fingertips a
millimeter from wet vagina. If I draw back, there will be no
baby; sperm will not jump a dry gap. But the girl is here to get
pregnant, so I let the fluids connect and smear. As my fingers
withdraw, vaginal walls come together again and the sperm is safe
in blessed wetness. Thousands of sperm cells are now in a
welcoming vagina of a top specimen of human female: peak years of
fertility within a lifetime, peak hours of fertility within a
month. Nothing more is needed.

I rotate the Doggy Wheel one position, get another little glob of
sperm from the surface of my penis and deliver it into the cunt
of the next fertile girl.

The basic fuck is designed to deliver sperm from the innards of
the male body to the inside of the girl's. But with my goopy
fingers I'm causing pregnancies just as surely. The idea is
terribly erotic and my cock soon stiffens after a minor droop. It
will cooperate in sperm delivery regardless of the details.
Having exhausted detectable blobs of creaminess from my penis in
the first four fertile pussies, I plunge my organ into the fifth,
figuring there is enough residue to give her hundreds of sperm --
in theory it takes just one.

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" whispers the typical girl. Like many
of the others she's been fingering her clit as she thinks about
what's happening in the room, starting with watching the
defloration and initial impregnating ejaculation. Each turn of a
Merry-Go-Round means another new pregnancy. I like to satisfy my
partners, and after 30 seconds of vigorous thrusting, a girl
often gasps and sighs her orgasm.

For my next dose of sperm, I turn to the leaking private parts of
my deflowered virgin. Some fluid came out with my cock right
after my ejaculation, and now I put a little on the tip again
before approaching my next fertile girl ass. I open her vaginal
lips wide with my fingers, so the first contact of my virgin's
spermy discharge with this new girl will be inside her body. My
twitching organ then pushes it all the way in. Some girls are so
tightly wound they come on my deep in-thrust.

I do a few more in this way, then it is time for the virgin to do
her part. She got a high-quality blast of millions of sperm
delivered right at her cervix, and she has a duty that goes with
her good fortune. As I rotate the Doggy Wheel to bring the next
in-heat girl into fucking range, the virgin reaches within
herself for a little goop and dabs it on the end of my penis.
When I plunge into the next twat, thousands of wrigglers will be
let loose.

Once all of the twats on the Doggy Wheel have been given at least
a trace of sperm, it's time for the Double Decker, first lower
deck, then upper.

The virgin won't have much fluid to dab on my penis for the last
girls on the Ferris Wheel, but it doesn't take much. Besides,
disappointed girls who get their periods can come back the next
month when Stu's nose confirms it's their time again.

Most of these girls have boyfriends or husbands. I could have met
their needs with artificial insemination, but I insisted on a
personal fuck -- on a measure of sexual possession. If you want
my sperm, you take my cock up your cunt. The number of girls who
have orgasms makes it clear that they want this to be a sexually
fulfilling event for them too -- even girls who tell their
boyfriends or husbands everything that happened don't have to say
how much they enjoyed it. But I don't limit myself to genital
necessities. I insist on kissing lots of these girls once they
are released from the Merry-Go-Rounds. I insist on sucking their
breasts and nibbling their ears and fondling their butts. I could
probe their butt holes -- it would be my right -- but I don't
because it doesn't appeal to me.

I need to rest, and flat on my back is an excellent way to do it.
But my cock remains hard in this room dripping with fertile
femininity. Then I invite the girls to mount me. Half of them
will take advantage of the time of month and the erotic occasion
to give themselves fine orgasms as they plunge and wriggle and
squirm above.

I could probably come a dozen times a day, if I needed to. But on
a sustained basis, four a day suits me. The number of children I
father is limited by semen production, not number of
ejaculations. What the four gorgeous virgins coax out of me each
day is apparently rich and productive. I end up impregnating
about 50 girls a day -- roughly half of those I've given sperm
to.

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