Author: Sterling
Title: Port-a-potty
Summary: Gary works for a Port-a-potty company that gets him to
spy on people while they use the company's product. It gives him
ideas, and one thing leads to another. There's no sex in the
port-a-potties, but they are part of his trap. He is ethically
challenged, to say the least.
Keywords: MF Mf non-con het drug preg

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
First posted 2/18/2011.
 
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Port-a-potty


From the confession of Gary Jones:
 
It was my employer who started it. It wasn't like I just thought
of it out of the blue.
 
I worked for Tidy Relief Enterprises, one of the companies that
makes Port-a-potties, you know those little portable toilets made
out of plastic. They put them up where people will need to
relieve themselves but there are no ordinary toilets around. If
organizers are expecting a crowd, they need bunches of them so
they set them up in rows.
 
Like most companies, Tidy Relief wants to find out how their
products are used so they can better meet their customers' needs.
They knew the basics of what their customers were doing, of
course, but the management wanted more detail.

You could get people to fill out questionnaires, and they did.
But people don't always tell the truth on questionnaires, and
when it's about something as personal as using a Port-a-potty,
they're more likely to fudge things or leave things out.
 
So the obvious idea was to put a tiny camera in some
Port-a-potties to record what the customers did in there. But
that was so illegal that management wouldn't even think off it.
But my associate Carl is an ambitious guy, and sometimes you have
to bend the rules a little to succeed in business. He decided
he'd break the rules, find out what went on in those
Port-a-potties, and report it to his managers. He'd never tell
them how he got his data, but with a few winks they'd know it was
real.

But Carl needed help, and that's when I got my job. You see, Carl
knew some things about me that I really didn't want anyone to
know. Some of them were illegal, technically speaking. Others
would seriously annoy some powerful people. So the idea was that
if Carl got me to break the law big time, he knew I wouldn't rat
on him, because if I did, he'd rat on me.
 
So Carl set up the tiny little cameras and collected the video.
But he was a manager and he didn't have time for the grunt work.
It was up to me to look over the videos and see exactly what was
going on in there.
 
So I had all this video to go through, and mostly it was pretty
dull. Person enters, pulls down or up clothing to expose
privates, sits on the toilet and lets it go. Wipes. Reassembles
clothing, opens door and leaves. That's the basics.
 
But there were plenty of details, and lots of things to measure:
whether guys stood up or sat down, time on toilet, which items of
clothing removed or adjusted before use, how much toilet paper
used, ways people devised to do something resembling washing
their hands, pads and tampons, "inappropriate items released into
toilet", blah, blah, blah.
 
Most of it was boring. Sometimes it was kind if icky, what with
the varieties of Number Two, and accidents people had before they
made it into the privacy of the Port-a-potty.
 
But you wouldn't believe how many guys went in, whipped out their
dick and jerked off. Thirty seconds at most. It's hardly
romantic, but they wanted relief, and it worked!
 
Occasionally there was a woman who fingered herself pretty fast
and furious too. It was fun to see the faces they made when they
got off. I got a hard-on watching them. One in particular I
watched over and over again. A few you could tell really wanted
to get off, but they'd rub and rub, maybe look at their watch,
rub some more, and eventually give up.
 
Watching some of those women I wished I could help them out. Now
I've never had a girlfriend; I'd go on a few dates but it just
wouldn't click. What I wanted most was sex. Jerking off is fun,
but it's just not the same. I thought about those women trying to
get off. They say women are really picky and most of them don't
just want to have sex with a guy -- it has to be a particular
guy. But these women in the Port-a-potties, they didn't care who
the guy was -- he was imaginary -- they just wanted to get off.
So, I thought that if I could get them in the right mood, maybe I
could be the guy and give them what they wanted.
 
There's this thing in medicine called "IV Sedation". It's better
than general anesthesia because the patient stays conscious and
can answer simple commands, swallow, blink and so forth. But they
don't feel much pain, and then don't remember anything about what
happened. I thought maybe I could find something like that to get
the girls in the right mood. I loved the idea of them obeying
commands and not remembering what happened.
 
Well, I have some connections. It turns out that the doctors know
just how to do what I wanted, though it doesn't have an approved
medical use. The patients can be more alert if there isn't a lot
of pain you need to mask. There's some potential for abuse,
actually. Not in my case -- I was just helping these girls to get
the relief they wanted so much.
 
Carl couldn't say he was hiring me to look at illegal tapes, of
course. I had to have a real job too. So I was in charge of
maintenance of Port-a-potties in a district. I had my territory,
and if there were no complaints, I was the only one who ever
serviced those Port-a-potties.

There is this complex of ball fields with banks of
Port-a-potties, because when there are big games they get big
crowds. That's where I did my experiment. I told the ball field
people I was going to build a little shed to keep maintenance
things in. I told them it would be at Tidy Relief's expense, but
I paid for it myself. The company never knew about it. I built
this shed behind one of the banks of Port-a-potties, right up
flush against them. I put a false back on one of the stalls that
was right adjacent to the shed, and a corresponding hole in the
shed too, of course. The shed's main furnishing was a single bed.
Maybe you can see where this is going.
 
I knew that if I flooded an enclosed space like a Port-a-potty
with gas I could get a good concentration pretty fast. And if the
gas contains that drug related to the IV sedation drug, I could
easily make myself a dopey, compliant female sitting on the potty
with her panties around her ankles.
 
I first made sure that worked reliably. For a bunch of women, I
asked questions through the false back that they'd never answer
in their normal state. I could lead up to questions like, "When
did you last have sex?" If they answered that, I knew I had them
in the right mood. It always worked, so I could go on to the next
phase.
 
I started opening the false back and asking the dopey, compliant
female to put her clothing back together and step over the bench
with the toilet seat into my shed. I'd ask her to expose her
private parts and lie on the bed with her legs spread wide. She
always would.
 
You'd be amazed how many women just never have sex because
everything has to be just right with the perfect guy, and it
never happens. It's a shame. My plan would help them get some
sexual satisfaction and release, for their own good.
 
I knew that a vibrator was the fastest way to get a woman hot and
ready for sex. I could apply it to the right spot between her
legs. I'd never seen the private parts of a naked woman before,
but the web has illustrations that worked well enough. She would
already be relaxed, so there would be no inhibitions or anxiety
getting in the way. She was compliant, and was especially happy
to hold the vibrator herself and follow my instructions: Make
yourself feel good.
 
Then, when she was good and ready, I'd take the vibrator back and
fuck her. I could have just let her get off with the vibrator,
but that's not really satisfaction, right? Real sexual
satisfaction is getting a cock up her pussy -- that's what a
female really wants, right? Some scientists even did a study
where girls who get sperm up their pussy were happier than girls
who didn't.
 
It's true, I enjoyed it too. I mean, I can still feel it. First
I'd strip from the waist down, then hold myself up over the girl
in just the right spot, stick my cock into her goopy pussy, and
hump away until I got that good feeling and pumped a bunch of
sperm up inside her cunt. The sperm that makes a woman happy.
 
When I was done I'd have her put herself back together and go
back through the opening of the false back panel and sit on the
potty. I'd close it up and flood the room with another chemical
that wakes her up.
 
The girl never remembered a thing. She'd be a little groggy and
think she must have fallen into a daydream there in the
Port-a-potty, but she'd get up and go about her business.
 
It was really a win-win proposition. She got to feel tons of
sexual pleasure and satisfaction. She wouldn't get any
morning-after anxiety or anything. Her body would be satisfied
even if her mind didn't remember how it had happened. I got to
fuck her, which I enjoyed a lot, actually. I lost my virginity
back there in the shed behind the Port-a-potties.
 
Now, that's the basics but there's a ton of details.
 
First, I could be very picky. I had cameras out front, so I could
get a good look at the girl before she came into my lair.
Obviously I didn't have to gas anybody but the few girls I
wanted. No 300-pounders or old ladies for me! No homely young
women either.
 
I had to lock most of the other Port-a-Potties in the row so the
little indicators showed red and the female had to come to mine,
the only one with green. You can limit the place to a single
working Port-a-potty when there aren't many people around, like
when teams are practicing. I also had a few of the other ones
hooked up so I could switch the door handle back and forth
electronically. So for instance when my "date" approached, I'd be
sure mine was the only green door, but once she came in, I'd make
a few others available so no big line formed in front of mine.
 
I had to release the gas the moment the girl shut the door,
because those females empty out pretty fast when they pee. Once
she was in her relaxed state, I could ask her anything, even
before I opened the false back. If she was there to do Number
Two, I'd usually just skip her -- let her do her business and go
her way. Same if she was having her period. I could blow in the
wake-up gas and she never suspected a thing.
 
But the fact that all of us have to do number two sometimes is
what helps the plan work. Females usually are part of groups. If
the others knew for sure she was just going to pee, they might
come looking for her if she wasn't back in five minutes. But they
could never rule out that she had something more time-consuming
to do, so it would cover my time with her.
 
Still, I knew not to be a big lover-boy back there. Half an hour
was too long, but that was never an issue. From what I had read,
ordinarily a girl expects to make out for a long time before
agreeing to let you stick it in, and then once you're there you
have to go on a long time while she gets happy before you can
finally let loose and cum. Sounds like a real pain.
 
I was happy with quickies. Ten seconds of total cock-pussy
contact is my record. But a few minutes was usually what I liked
best. I mean, you know, orgasm feels great, but if you can handle
a little delayed gratification, the pre-orgasm fucking feels
awfully good too.
 
I mentioned a vibrator. Strictly speaking, it's optional. A few
times I just used nothing and maybe I got to know what it's like
to just plain rape a woman. She's not wet and it chafes. It was
just a way to get myself to ejaculate quick -- the motion didn't
really feel good itself. You could use K-Y, but I like natural
better. Females make the stuff that lubricates and lets your dick
slide in and out freely. It's a sign of welcome from them, a sign
they want it. They produce it very easily, so I like to use it.
 
But I always let a girl do more with the vibrator than just get
herself wet. I'd let her do herself with it until she got
excited. I always remembered to stick a rag of some kind in her
mouth first in case she was a screamer. Sometimes I'd just let
her come. Then she'd be lying there relaxed and happy as I fucked
her. She'd be happy but it was definitely a "taking turns" kind
of thing. Sometimes I'd try for simultaneous orgasm. I'd ask her
to tell me when she was close, and just then I'd take the
vibrator away from her. Then when I plunged my cock in and
started humping, sometimes she'd come too. They got some
stimulation from my fucking cock even if I wasn't doing just the
right motion for them. And they like the idea of being fucked
too. So a girl would sometimes come right when I plunged in, or
sometimes might when I was humping away up there, and sometimes
she'd come just as she felt me shooting my wad. If none of that
worked, I'd just enjoy the afterglow of my conquest for a little
while, then just hand her the old vibrator again and let her
finish herself.

Sometimes I had the girls show me their boobs, but it didn't
matter much to me. I'm a pussy man, I guess. I like fucking the
old-fashioned way.

I know if a girl says No, you can't have sex with her. But here
she was saying Yes. She said Yes under the drugs, true, but the
sex she was saying Yes to was going to be under the drugs too.
The permission fit the situation, and she wouldn't remember it to
regret it later. Getting consent without drugs for sex without
drugs makes sense, and so does getting consent under the drug for
sex under the drug. See?
 
I know some of the girls liked it, because I'd see them come back
to the very same stall. They couldn't remember the sex itself,
but maybe they remembered coming out of that daydream feeling
relaxed and content.

There were a few practical problems, too.
 
My drugs worked great so she'd wake up sitting on the potty with
her panties around her ankles, thinking she'd been daydreaming.
But if she had girl juice and sperm all over the place, that
wouldn't have been any good. I guess a girl might get a little
girl juice from an erotic daydream, but not tons and definitely
not sperm.

So once the two of us recovered from our orgasms, we'd start on
pussy cleanup. First I'd have her stick her finger up there and
pull most of the stuff out. Then I'd use a cold washcloth to wipe
her. It would get her clean, and the cold part helped her pussy
lips to shrink down to normal size again. I'd finish off with
some wet wipes everywhere and then we were all set.

Then I made sure we never passed any diseases back and forth. I
was a virgin, so that was no problem. I could have used a condom
to protect myself, but I didn't like them the few times I tried.
It doesn't feel as good, and I like the idea of putting my load
up where God meant it to go.
 
So to keep from getting any diseases from them, I watched who I
invited into my little shed. No sluts. I definitely asked the
girl if she had any diseases -- part of the standard questions
before I began. I'd also ask her how many guys she's done it
with, and what kind. If it's not what I wanted to hear, I'd just
let her go. Once or twice I was just really hot for her and I
took a chance.

One way to avoid disease is to take girls on the young side. Most
high school girls haven't gotten fucked by many guys, and if they
have, they're usually pimply faced boy virgins.

And disease aside, young ones are the best anyway. They've got
the freshest bodies. Maybe older women could do cool things if we
were really 'making love', but these were all quickies. All I
really wanted the females to do was get nice and hot with the
vibrator, then lie there with their legs spread. I didn't need
them to touch me -- seeing a hot body, plunging my dick in and
then coming inside her hot cunt was plenty for me.
 
So that was the disease part. Then there's pregnancy.
 
First I worried about it a little, but then I figured there's
fate. I mean, these girls need sex to be satisfied, right? It all
started when I'd see a few of them using their fingers to get
off. And part of being satisfied and having sex is the
possibility of babies. It comes with the territory. And
most women want to have babies at some point. I figured if it
happened it was God's will.

The age of consent is 16 around here, and I took that for a limit
for a while, but then began wondering why. Maybe 16 is a good
rule ordinarily, but my girls all said yes anyway. So if they'd
say yes if they were 16, why not let them say yes when they were
younger too? After I gave up on 16 as a cutoff my rule was
anywhere in high school. But then I began to wonder what age had
to do with it. If she has a woman's body and she can get hot and
wet with a vibrator and her pussy can give a warm, welcoming
grasp to my dick, why not? I stopped asking about age. I figured
it didn't really matter.

Then of course there's the matter of virginity. Oh, virginity.
All guys love the idea of taking a virgin. I certainly do. But
there are added complications.

One problem is getting through into her cunt. Some virgins are
tough to get into, but I've found if I ram hard enough I can get
in before long.

Then there's pain. Every girl's going to lose her cherry at some
point, and it's going to hurt. So she might as well lose it with
me. There are advantages to the situation. She's not panicked --
not afraid it's going to hurt. She's not physically tensed up,
which can make it hurt more. She's all hot and excited from the
vibrator, which she wouldn't be with some boy in a big hurry
awkwardly fumbling around with her. Most of all, the drug dims
the pain a little anyway. And of course she doesn't remember a
thing.
 
The biggest problem with virginity is hiding the evidence. Blood
makes that pussy cleanup part harder. It stops flowing pretty
soon -- usually by the time I'd finished fucking her it was done.
If it was still seeping, a little ice in a washcloth right
against her opening would help.

There's other evidence to hide. The girl had a cherry when she
went in to pee, and somehow it was missing when she came out.
Girls know they can lose their cherries from doing things other
than sex, but not from daydreams in the Port-a-potty.
Fortunately they aren't poking around all the time to know just
when it happened, so I felt pretty safe there.

And then there's discomfort that keeps going. I hear girls can
stay sore after losing their virginity for days. Fortunately for
me, when girls hit puberty all sorts of mysterious things can
happen to their pussies, so a little pain wasn't going to stand
out too much. I'd paint a little Anbesol around her opening if
she had bled a lot. I figure if the girl didn't start hurting for
a half hour, she'd never think that the Port-a-potty was related
to her troubles.

And then the younger they are, the more embarrassed girls are to
talk to other people about funny things going on in their
pussies. They couldn't say they had been raped since they had no
memory of it. Everyone would assume that they must have let some
guy get at them, and then they'd be in big trouble.

But of course that Meghan was my downfall. I wish I hadn't fucked
her, because if I hadn't I might still be out there doing it. She
knew her pussy hurt and it wasn't anything she had done, and she
traced her steps back to what she had been doing that day. She
went to the Port-a-potty. She couldn't see the back panel, but
she went around behind and saw the shack.

Now, like I said, pregnancy is just something that happens
sometimes when you have sex. It's God's will if it happens.
 
But I found I was curious to know if it ever really happened.

Soon after I began I made it routine to get the girl's name and
address and record it. I liked to review how many girls I had
done it with.

With the name and address and the date, I'd know when the baby
would be born if there was one. I looked at the online birth
certificates about nine months after our little encounter. I
found several where the girl had a baby then. Some have the name
of a father filled in, so maybe some other guy beat me to her and
I wasn't the father. Or maybe I was the father, and some guy got
duped. Several had "father unknown", and I was pretty sure those
were mine. I kept all these records so my sons and daughters can
know their heritage. They'll know how very clever their daddy
was, and they'll be proud.

So that's pretty much how it was. If only Meghan hadn't figured
it out, I could still be out there satisfying girls' urges for
them.

 
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As part of psychiatric evaluation, the doctor asked Gary to tell
him what one of his encounters had been like. He asked him to
elaborate on his feelings and not hold anything back.

This is a cleaned-up transcript of the story Gary told.

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This is about Suzy, who's the mother of my baby son Zach.

The JV team practiced on one of the fields some afternoons, and
Suzy was stopping by the Port-a-potty to make sure she didn't
have to go during practice. I saw through the camera that she
looked nice.

It was pretty deserted so my special Port-a-potty was the only
one that showed green. In quick succession the door opened, she
walked in, and locked it behind her. The instant I heard the lock
turn I turned the nozzle to floor the room with gas. I heard a
faint swishing as she sat, and seconds later I heard a little
flow of pee fall into the reservoir below, and then faint sounds
of wiping herself.

I next heard a little rustling, then a groan and a gentle thud as
she sat back down. I smiled. That meant the drug was starting to
take effect. For good measure I waited a little longer.

I introduced myself from behind the panel and asked some of the
standard questions.

I pushed the button to evacuate the drug mist from her
Port-a-potty cell. It wouldn't do for me to get a dose of the
stuff!

Then I undid the latch to open the false door and stuck my head
in. She sat in front of me on the potty seat, panties and soccer
shorts around her ankles.

It is so fucking erotic to see a girl naked from the waist down,
especially when I know she'll be mine soon. At that moment she's
exposed herself for peeing, but in a minute she'll be exposed and
taking my cock up her pussy.

I coaxed her up and over the seat into my little cabin. I always
shut the false panel door again. I always made sure the reservoir
below the potty seat was clean and there were none of those odors
people associate with Port-a-potties, but still I didn't really
want to do it with a toilet in the room.

I got a good look at Suzy up close. Her shorts and jersey were
maroon, socks were white with maroon trim, and she had on cleats,
of course. She had shoulder-length blond hair, tied back in a
short ponytail. A 5'6" athletic body.

She turned me on so much! So intoxicating! Everything screamed
that she was a nubile girl. She was free of disease since she was
a virgin and she wasn't having her period, so there was nothing
between me and fucking her.

I swear, she had an electric, "Fuck me!" smell and look and aura.
She was so hot I imagined coming all over her. Spurt the stuff on
her hand, her forearm, in her belly button, certainly in her
mouth, all over her hair, under her knee, between her breasts --
everywhere!

I didn't want to take too long, but I felt her up all over, head,
neck, cheeks. I slid my hand up her thigh, rubbed her boobs under
her sports bra, and grabbed her butt. I'm always kind of excited
when I slide my hand between a girl's legs and there's no balls
or cock or anything. I mean, I know there won't be, but just the
way girls are laid out between their legs amazes me. The absence
of all that boy junk is so promising.

I got her to sit on the bed. I told her was beautiful, and I
remember she just said, "Thanks," like she'd been told that a lot
before.

Well, I was going to be the one to get into the pants of this
beautiful girl first!

"Now pull those shorts and panties down, OK... lie back ... pull
your jersey up so I can see your tummy... good. Now spread those
legs wide." I remember saying those delicious words, and having
her do just what I said.

She lay there, looking up at me with a bland, pleasant
expression.

"I'd like to have sex with you, Suzy, very much. Would you like
that?" I asked. And she said, "OK." See, I asked, and she said
Yes! She wanted me to do it to her!

I pulled down my own shorts and underpants to whip out my
erection. It's nothing special, about average, but it's mine, and
I was going to shove it up this virgin's pussy!

Then I whipped out my vibrator and applied it to the top of her
slit area, marked with a small tuft of dark brown hair. The
vibrator hummed and she smiled. I told her to take it and move
it, and she smiled a lot as she wiggled it around. Meanwhile, I
opened her pussy lips with my fingers and took a peek. No obvious
hymen. As she jazzed her sex nerves with the vibrator I could see
her start to leak juices and see her pussy lips swell. My cock
was really, really hard.

I asked if she'd had an orgasm before, and she said she had. I
asked her to tell me when she was getting close. It didn't take
long.

I tugged the vibrator away from her and put myself up above her.
I had this beautiful high school virgin under me, and she was
going to let me fuck her! I was so excited, and getting my cock
into that pussy felt like the most important thing in the
universe.

And sliding in wasn't hard at all. It was like her pussy had been
waiting all her life for this moment. My cock fit, and she was so
tight and hot and wet I couldn't believe it. Guess that happens
when a girl's about to have an orgasm.

She moaned some more, then I remembered to stuff my underpants in
her mouth. Kind of a cool symbol to me. I could have put my cock
in there, but I'd just make do with my own briefs that had my
cock smell on them, at least.

Like I said, I leaned over her and put my cock at her pussy
opening, then pushed. It was such a delicious moment. She was
hot, wet and silky inside, and nothing blocked my path forward.
Guess I said that already. I could have come the moment my tip
burrowed into her, she was so hot, but I wanted to wait a little.

Then there was the incredibly satisfying back and forth. Each
stroke, I'm fucking a gorgeous teenager, each inward lunge is a
new conquest.

"Mmmmmfff," she said, getting excited.

But I couldn't wait long. She needed me to ejaculate up in her
pussy; her body called for it and mine answered. I started
talking to her, like "Oh, yeah, baby," and some dirty stuff like,
"I've got you up the cunt! You're mine! Baby, I'm gonna cum up
your pussy. OK, here it comes baby, oh, ah, ... Yes!" I said. It
was so fantastic, my whole lower parts were just glowing as I
hammered home over and over, spurting the sperm way up high,
squirting my hot cum up her pussy. And I thought maybe I was
making her pregnant -- you never know. But if you do a girl that
age at the right time of month, she's pretty likely to take!
She's hot and meant for having babies already.

I was aware of her convulsing too, writhing around and shaking
her head back and forth and giving a rather loud "Mmmmm!" into my
underpants. She had wanted to get fucked, had wanted her release,
and now she was having it! Yes indeed, she had wanted to get
fucked, and her body was making her have a big fat orgasm to
prove it.

My cock stayed hard after I was done spurting, but I kept it up
her cunt -- mine, all mine! It was my sperm up in her, where she
wanted me to shoot it.

Then I pulled the underpants out of her mouth. "Did you come,
Suzy?" I asked. She nodded, smiling. "Did it feel really good?"
She nodded again. "Are you glad we did it?" She said "Yes" out
loud and with a little enthusiasm.

I pulled out and we cleaned up. I fondled her a little more as
she got dressed. If my cock had been hard and time hadn't been
running short, I would have kept fucking her over and over and
over again until I dropped from exhaustion. She was that hot!

"Kiss me," I said. She did, and her mouth was warm and sweet and
her eyes friendly if a little glazed. We had a sweet little kiss
for several seconds. But time was running short.

I reluctantly opened the false back again and got her to step
over. I told her to pull her shorts and panties down again and
sit. She'd come back to awareness in just the sort of position
she'd be in normally after doing a natural bodily function. She'd
just done an extra natural bodily function too.

"Goodbye, Suzy," I said, and she answered with a sweet,
"Goodbye."

It was hard for me to shut that false back again.

I opened the nozzle to flood her chamber with the awakening
agent. It took a minute, as she sighed and stood, then sat back
down again to gather herself. I heard a faint groan and a deep
breath, then she opened the Port-a-potty and took off.

"There you are!" I heard another girl say, "We were wondering
where you were."

All the fucks come back to my memory. Every time I jammed to the
hilt and came. No need to give a shit about whether they enjoyed
it or not. The vibrator handled all that. But they did come a
fair amount just from my fucking my cock up their pussies.

I fucked them all!  Teens and twenties. Big boobs and small.
Redheads and blonds. Every one spread her legs for me, and I
screwed each one! Shoved my cock up her cunt and spewed her full
of my stuff! Every one said 'Yes' before. They all said they'd
enjoyed it after. I'm the top dog! Men are meant to fuck women,
and women are meant to be fucked, and I did it, over and over. I
was clever enough to get them all to ask me to fuck them. A lot:
a hundred and twelve! Their bodies wanted it. They were hot and
wet inside, their pussies so tender and wet and hot and every
pussy yelled, 'Fuck me! Ejaculate! Shoot your sperm up here!' And
I just did what each one asked. Never disappointed any. Women are
meant to be fucked! Meant to have babies! I knocked them up! Got
my stuff up inside before some other jerk did. Made babies.
Lovely little babies, who wouldn't exist otherwise, all because
of me!

But I didn't do enough. There are more girls to fuck. A few I saw
there through my camera at the end, I was just waiting for the
right time. Wish I'd gone with that cute one the day before, she
was short and skinny but she was so fucking gorgeous. I wish I'd
done her, because the next day it was too late. One more fuck!
Oh, but I wanted tons more. I wanted to fuck until my cock fell
off, but it never did. It kept getting stronger and surer every
day, more of a pussy hound, always ready to slide in and cum in
every cunt. Every fuck a good fuck. And to see those girls
coming. I made them all happy! I gave some babies, and the rest
of them wish I did, their bodies wanted it. 'Oh, baby, here I
come! There's your sperm'. Then damn it I need to rest a little
before I can get my next piece.

'Unnh!  Unnnh! Aahhh!' Over and over. 'Oh shit, honey, take it up
your pussy, that's good honey, I'm gonna shoot, oh man, almost,
here it comes -- there, now I've fucked you, knocked you up, have
my baby!' Then I think,
'Come back so I can give your baby a younger brother or sister,
two, three, twelve, I've got the sperm for all of them!' But then
I want to shoot it out so bad. 'Cunt! I'm fucking your cunt! My
sperm gonna knock you up! Shit! Fuck your pussy! Boobs, nice
little twat, wet slick, oh shit, more! Gotta cum more! Unnh! Fuck
'em all! Cunt! Fuck! Ahhh! More! Cunt! Cunt!'

The psychiatrist interrupted at this point and brought his
patient back to reality. He figured he had learned all he was
going to learn.

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Gary Jones was found guilty of four counts of rape and sentenced
to four life sentences to run consecutively. He was guilty of
over a hundred, but the prosecutors had four, and that was enough
to put him away. He never showed any remorse, at least not
consistently. It wouldn't have mattered in his case -- he was a
lifer in any event.

He fathered thirteen children.

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