Author: Sterling Title: Sniffing for Girls in Season Summary: On an island in medieval times there is only one male. He cheerfully travels the land impregnating all who want babies. He can smell when they are in season and focuses his attentions accordingly. As those duties permit, he also fulfills the animal desires of all the women. Keywords: MF Mf Mg cons rom pedo het ESP exhib NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 12/28/2009, new header added 8/26/2010. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ================================================================== Sniffing For Girls In Season The man's horse walked at a leisurely pace along the road. News of his travels preceded him, and a few women and girls stood ready to greet him as he passed. He smelled the odor as he came to a homestead. He dismounted and sauntered to the cottage and rapped on the door. "Good day to thee. Prithee open." He heard a commotion within and soon an older woman opened the door. "Heavens, sire! What an honor!" The man strode over to the younger woman. "Aye miss, up with thy skirts." Both women looked suddenly very excited, and the younger quickly raised her skirts to reveal her nakedness beneath; none in this land wore undergarments. The man bent down to place his nose right at her pubic hair, and cupped her sex for good measure. She was ready to be bred. A little splat of sperm up her cunt within the next day would do the job. He rose and smiled at her. She was passing fair. "What be thy moniker, fair woman?" "Anne." "Anne, very good. Yea Anne, it is thy time. Follow me to the village as thou art able, but do not tarry long." The two women were beaming with excitement, "Oh yes, sire! Bless you sire!" Anne would have a chance to bear a child! He rode on. None of the womenfolk could smell this odor of heat. They might know it was a week since their period stopped and hope they were ripe for impregnation, but only he could really tell. A small woman in the prime of life saw him coming and standing at the edge of the road raised her skirts and spread her legs as he approached. If there was any chance she was ripe for mating she wanted to give him every chance to smell it. He found her sexy enough, but did not need to stop the horse to know she did not have the smell. She let her skirts drop with resignation as he passed. Thirty years of age and she had never been in season when he passed through. She might never have a child. A mile on down two youngish girls were waiting by the roadside, perhaps 12 and 15. They looked nervous. The man rode up and dismounted, smiling. "Good day to you, lasses. What be your names?" "I am called Melody, and this be Jill," said the older in a trembling voice. "And why wait you out here, pray tell?" "Well, sire, you come not so often." He decided to play with them a bit. "And do you just want to see me?" "Ummm... well," said the older, looking down uncertainly. "Would ye fancy getting goodly fucked?" The older looked nervous but excited and nodded just a little. "First, what have we here with young Jill?" he asked. He pulled her to him and pressed his hands against her flat chest. "Not much yet for a wee one to drink, aye?" he joked. He then lifted her and quickly twisted her so she was upside down. Her dress fell away revealing her naked girl parts as she spluttered and kicked a bit. Jill's twat was hairless. He made an exaggerated sniff between her legs, then set her down upright. "Not ripe yet, Jill my lass. When next I pass this way I'll be sniffing ye again and mayhap will give ye a good fucking, but not this year." Still off kilter from being flipped about, Jill nodded uncertainly. "But Melody, my love." Her drew her to him and brought her face up to his and kissed her tenderly. She felt faint with the excitement and blushed as he drew away. "Let me have a little sniff of thy cunt, just to be sure." Melody quickly raised her dress. The man knelt and took a long whiff. She was not quite yet ready for a fertile mating, yet her smell was in its way even sweeter with the promise than were she ripe for baby-fucking. She smelled so heavenly he gently parted her labia with a hand and gave three expert licks, each ending right at her nubbin. Melody gasped. He rose and spoke. "Be in the village on the morrow and I will sniff ye again. Methinks ye be ready for fucking tomorrow, yet not quite yet." He paused, and gazing at her said slowly, "It would be much to my fancy." As he mounted his horse once more Melody and Jill jumped up and down and hugged, and as he rode off they raced off to a cottage. "Momma, momma! He's going to fuck me a baby! He's going to fuck me a baby, tomorrow!" Willa was tending her vegetables by the road as he passed. She looked up as he approached, and he beckoned her over. Her smell was so plain and clear he needed no extra sniffing. She was no great beauty, so he wasn't moved to playfulness. "Follow me into the village, and I will give thee a babe." Willa smiled and hugged herself, then curtseyed and hurried down the lane to her cottage to prepare. ------------------- Life had not always been this way. The great wizard Sklararun!adzmurghk (Urghk for short) was hundreds of years old and lived on his fair island of Guctus, meditating and considering matters unknowable to ordinary men. Had they known they would have been bored. His power was reputed to be immense. But nations rose and fell in bloody war; pestilence and famine ravaged the lands. He did not intervene. Some said his power had waned; wiser heads said he could have changed outcomes, but all actions have consequences and there was a larger Pattern he dared not disturb. Then news reached him that piqued his interest. The Ruling Lasses Guild had seized power on Huffygynos, a fair-sized island off the southern continent. "Males are the root of all evil. If they could be dispensed with paradise would be upon us. We are looking for ways it can be arranged." That was the core message. Intrigued that women with such an idea had political power interested Urghk, so he set sail for their shores. He met with the three Guardians of the Realm, then the eight other members of the Protectorate, then even managed to see all eleven separately. They were all serious. Completely serious. They were not much inclined to entertain criticism of their plan from anyone. An exalted wizard merited no special consideration, especially since he was a male. Now, although most people assumed him to be far past such things, Urghk had in recent years dabbled covertly in reproduction. He had done this by traveling among a people unseen and at the right moment seducing a young woman, in the guise of a handsome and mysterious stranger. (The "mysterious" part came naturally; the "handsome" part required some substantial charms of illusion.) In such fashion he begat four children. All grew up with no knowledge of their father. Two were ordinary men of no particular account. One was a girl of great promise whom he had taken to his isle to educate. She would be nearly his equal some day after another 70 years of education. The fourth was a young man who was destined to share his sister and father's extraordinary longevity but who was missing their power, mostly. The wizard felt a connection to him he did not fully understand. He was something of a hedonist, but maybe there was something more too. There was some role he was destined to play in advancing the cause of universal truth, but he couldn't figure out what it was. For some days after his audience with the Guardians and Protectors, Urghk rocked gently on the waves in his boat off the shores of Huffygynos. The solution came to him in a flash. He giggled nearly nonstop for two days. As soon as Urghk returned to his native Guctus, all the men on Huffygynos developed the Leaving Compulsion. They sailed off in caravels and galleons and sloops and dinghies -- anything they could find or make. As soon as a boy was old enough to walk, he would walk to the docks and wait for the next ship. One way or the other, they all left the island, never to return. In desperation the Guardians had some males imprisoned, but these captives sickened and started dying. The Guardians reluctantly released them and their health started returning the moment they could start walking to the docks. From the very beginning of the Leaving Compulsion no man of Huffygynos would consider sharing any of his semen with a woman, with the inevitable consequences. Only a few babyless years were required to sweep the Ruling Lasses Guild from power. Yet it was hard for succeeding governments to know what to do. Any males who arrived at Huffygynos immediately developed the Leaving Compulsion. Most of the females had what one might call the Staying Compulsion; they couldn't abandon their island. Huffygynos was an island adrift. Five years to the day after the last baby had been born, a solitary man sailed his craft up onto a beach. He had no desire to leave. He had what was soon dubbed the Coming Compulsion. Soon he was treasured, adored, and even worshiped. As he traveled the land eagerly doing his best to satisfy the reproductive desires of an entire island of women, a few other interesting facts came to light. One small item that had not helped the political fortunes of the Ruling Lasses Guild was that since the start of the Leaving Compulsion, no woman had been able to have an orgasm. Now they discovered that when this new wondrous man's organ was inside a women she often came -- it magically unlocked something. As the man traveled across the land giving his compulsion free reign, it also quickly became clear that he had an unusual sense of smell that could determine precisely when a woman was fertile. It took nine months after the man's arrival for a most significant aspect of the new order to start becoming clear: Women on Huffygynos bore only daughters, never sons. Urghk only smiled and shrugged when asked if he had had a role in the developments on Huffygynos. ------------------- When the man reached the village his nose took him straight to a hut with the door already open. The family consisted of a mother Yvette and her two daughters Nell, perhaps 20, and Abby, age four. At the mother's urging Abby scooted out and returned shortly with her aunt Rae. The man thrilled Nell by asking her to come to him and lift her skirts so he could smell her cunt within. He could tell that she was ripe but would not remain so for long. It was time for an immediate fuck. Nell recalled that he had fun-fucked her on his last visit two years before, but she thrilled when she realized that this fuck was to be in earnest. The man had taken a roundabout route to the village, sniffing along the lanes as he went, so by the time he got to Yvette's hut Willa and Anne had arrived afoot. The man quickly directed that Willa would wait outside the hut, while Anne would be given the honor of witnessing the fucking within. "Pull thy dress up, lass," he said to Nell. "And set free thy hair." He pushed Nell gently back on the bed, and her educated guess that he wanted her to spread her legs wide was correct. He threw off his robe. Eager for Nell's cunt, his organ of fucking rapidly finished rising to its long and straight condition. The grown women in the room all felt a small warm thrill between their legs at the sight of it. Nell's condition meant there was a fair amount of her heavenly clear butter inside her ready to ease his intrusion. To make the start of the fuck easier he stuck his finger within and pulled out some of the luscious fluid to paint lavishly across her cunt lips. He paused a moment to stroke her nubbin, causing Nell to moan and wiggle. With no further ado he lowered his loins to hers and touched the tip of his fucking organ against her cunt lips, then surged within. Nell's cunt walls parted easily to accommodate the intrusion. Her face beamed at him with reverence as he started fucking away. "Thy dress be up to show thy cunt plain and free, but I desire to see more of thee. Higher!" Through her daze of pleasure Nell raised her dress up to show her belly button. "Show me thy tits! The fuck pleases me more when I can see what the babe can drink of if I fuck thee one." Nell immediately raised the dress up around her neck. The man smiled at her breasts. Still holding himself above her and with no letup in his insistent fucking he leaned forward to suck briefly on each nipple in turn. Nell moaned and looked at him, all the hungrier for his sperm. Between her widely spread legs her modest tuft of hair showed, and just below that her private parts lay slick and exposed as his organ of fucking surged between her lips. She soon placed her hands behind her butt, pushing her hungry cunt forward and up at him, wishing to leave him in no doubt that he had found the right spot to fuck. Her cunt walls were slippery with cunt butter, and as his fucking rod withdrew on each thrust it glistened with the stuff. Within the upper cunt of each female lives a spirit. Only the man and his father Urghk knew of its existence or could sense it. The man's ability to smell the female in season derived from that communication, but the rapport went further, and when his organ was inside fucking the cunt he could hear it speak in his head. Nell's spoke now: "I wait month after month for Nell to get a fucking organ up here. She finally did it, thank God." The spirit of the upper cunt knew nothing of the situation on Huffygynos and how difficult it was to procure a fucking organ. Like any upper cunt, it wanted to get fucked regularly. And it spoke to fucking organs, knowing nothing of the men who made those organs do their fucking. "So welcome, you big fucker! I've been wanting you so bad! Mmmmm. You're soft and smooth on the surface, but hard beneath, hard and dangerous, and that thrills me! You surge up to stretch me but slide down again so fast! I'm opening to your every thrust and firmly slipping shut behind you. I always caress you and never let go, no matter how fast or deep you enter." She followed her man's lead, like a good maiden dancing. "I keep hugging you, hot and wet, because I want you to feel good. I need you to feel good. Because when you feel really good I know you'll give it to me." The man's pleasure was intense. His mind and soul were aligned with the bodily sensations from his organ of fucking. The encouraging thoughts from the upper cunt added spice and gave voice to the deeper purpose: to quicken a babe inside her. That was why he possessed a lass, intruded into her cunt and forced his seed within. It was the very reason for his existence, and it was a harmonious universe that made it feel so very good. The mother Yvette, the aunt Rae, the wee lass Abby, and the fertile Anne sat watching. "Look and remember well, Abby," whispered Aunt Rae. "See the organ strong and manly that from him springs. See his muscles ripple as he push over and over into thy fair sister's cunt. It is a fine fucking. Below the organ of fucking see the divine orbs in their sac below. In those orbs he maketh the stuff of life, the stuff for quickening the babes. See how the orbs slap against thy fair sister's outer cunt with each surge. Back and forth he goes, with such power! He be the stallion to all of us." The man looked at the whispering aunt but his attention fixed on the little girl who sat watching spellbound. He then spoke, in that deep voice heard from no other soul on the island, "Yea, young Abby, thy cloth aside, show me thy modest cunt!" Abby hesitated, unsure. She knew that what was between her legs was her private domain. Yvette said, "Make haste to do as he ask, my sweet." Abby said, "But he be scary." "Worry not, the man's organ hath its home within thy sister Nell where it fucketh tight; it be his eyes only that seeketh thy cunt." She looked up at the man, hoping she had divined his intentions correctly. Aunt Rae spoke again. "Yea, Abby dear, note the detail of the fuck. See how the organ far out it showeth, 'ere plunging within our fair Nell again, fast as lightning. See her fair cunt skin bend with its every move. Her nubbin is pleasured with tugs and a bump with each thrust. Oh she is getting a fine fuck indeed. Thy nubbin be small and quiet, but when thou art older, thou will know how our nubbins hunger for it." Yvette persisted, "Abby, heed now, the man wisheth to see thy cunt." So with a shy look at the man, Abby slowly and uncertainly shared her private realm with him as she lifted her dress. His eyes followed the hem of the dress as it rose. Her thighs came into view, and the space between thighs grew less, less, until there was no space, only the folds of a tender cunt as yet unready for his attentions. The soft and innocent cunt held promise. In years to come it would grow to hunger for his organ of fucking as Nell's was now, hungrily engulfing his organ, begging for each intrusion. The sight of Abby's shy cunt made him fuck Nell faster and deeper. The man spoke again. "I would see ... within thy cunt lips ... Let me see the bud ... yet to unfold." The words came in bursts because with his frantic thrusting he was short of breath. Abby looked uncertainly at her mother. "Oh yes, dear Abby, as he sayeth, let him see within." "But momma, it be mine secret alone." "Ah, but it be no secret unto him. We rejoice as within any cunt lips he wisheth to see." Abby let go of her dress to reach for the cunt lips, but naturally the dress fell to cover all. The mother rose at once to raise the dress as Abby reached then to share more of her secret by slowly spread her cunt lips. She looked up shyly at the man, this man sweaty and surging at mighty speed and power into Nell's cunt. Then as he met her gaze she at once looked down to her own immature parts, and a bit of the rosy hue of shyness came to her face. The man saw Abby's lesser lips within and the teasing hint of her sleeping tiny cunt hole, and a somewhat different flavor of pleasure washed across him, a pleasure somewhat unlike the sort he felt in his fine fucking of Nell, ample as that was. The aunt whispered to Abby, "Look more to the fucking. See the muscles ripple 'neath all his skin as he surge within Nell. Behold the sheen of sweat upon him. Every last fiber of him, see it all set on the one thing, the fucking of Nell. See his countenance, in pleasure or pain one couldst not tell if seen alone, yet it must pleasure be. O Nell, thou art so finely fucked!" The organ surged in and out at blinding speed, Nell's entire body surging and jiggling with each thrust anew. The man heard her upper cunt speak again. "Oooo! You hit the end. Oh!!! You're so strong. Ouch! That hurt a bit, but -- I love it when you rough me up a little. You're so manly and in charge. I'm rubbing you, hot, sticky and wet as you slide by. That makes you feel really good, right? I want you to feel so good, I need you to feel the ecstasy so you can give me the sperm! I feel your tip growing and hardening; that is a good sign! Now I can rub hot and wet and slick against you even tighter!" The aunt continued, "See now the small orbs below the fuck organ, they swing no more, yet rise against the organ, the sperm closer to be 'ere it flows. We near the fuck within the heart of the fuck!" The man was nearing his highest pleasure but it was not yet quite complete. With one glance he saw glowing Nell, herself near the breaking of ecstasy, yet reverently gazing upon him still, her breasts and stomach jiggling as her body absorbed each urgent thrust, modest pubic hair damp with sweat and a touch of the clear butter. Her legs remained spread wide for the taking. He saw his organ surging to the hilt. Then to the side he saw the baby cunt of Abby, held open with trembling fingers. The eyes of the girl were in awe fixed upon his mighty fuck organ where it reamed Nell, then her eyes rose to the man's face, but seeing him return her gaze, her eyes instantly and shyly fell down to see her own cunt held open. Nell felt the widening of the man's organ within, felt it harden and lengthen yet more. Her upper cunt screamed silently, "Oh, give it to me! I beg you, give it to me! The sperm, I need it!!" Nell's cunt walls squeezed as never before, as if to milk it out. Then nerves sparked within Nell, and a keening wail sprang forth. She felt a pulsing pleasure unlike anything she had felt before, and her cunt gripped the fuck organ in spasm after spasm. Within the man the moment was at hand. In an instant tissues opened and shut, fluids mixed. The tip swelled to near bursting. The upper cunt screamed "Yes!!" An instant later came the convulsion, the spasm. The supercharged sticky whitish seed shot the length of the fucking organ and out the very tip deep within the cunt of fair Nell -- of Nell half mad with pleasure. As it surged it bathed the upper cunt in rapture, as if warm water had broken over a dry, cold and thirsty girl, "The sperm! The sperm! Thank God!" The man's organ pulsed again and more sperm covered Nell's inner cunt. "There's more? I would have been grateful for just the first but you give me more! Thank you! I'm getting dizzy." Yet once more surged the organ, yet more sperm, and the inner cunt fainted blissfully, happily drowned in its good fortune. The organ surged back and forth with speed unabated, the engorged tip stirring sperm throughout the upper cunt, mixing it quickly and thoroughly with Nell's clear butter. At the same time that the first sperm swiftly shot through the tube, pleasure consumed the man's entire brain, the deeper layers knowing he had fulfilled his nature as a man: he had fucked a mate, shot her full of seed and set a baby in motion. With his face screwed up, the man bellowed out his pleasure, filling the modest hut but also reaching outside to echo through the village. The women within were startled, except Nell, who was too far lost in inner ecstasies to pay heed. Abby started and whimpered, scared -- yet kept holding her baby cunt open. The thrusting of the man's fuck organ slowed. It surged deep with strokes that were long but now slow. Then it glided to a stop deep to the hilt within Nell. Young Nell's cunt squeezed the fuck organ with infinite gratitude. The man then lowered himself and laid his sweaty muscle-rippled chest on Nell, covering her breasts, chest and belly. He slid his hands under her shoulder blades and hugged her to him tight. The mother then noticed Abby's tears, "Oh dear Abby, thou sweet girl. Frightened yet doing thy duty still. Come to mommy's lap. Thou hast been a very good lass." Abby's cunt lips shut to protect what was within and the dress fell to cover the area as she folded into her mother's lap and snuggled. Then Anne rose. She approached the mated pair, their loins still intertwined. "Beg pardon, kind sire," she cautiously began. "Canst I ... um ..." The man sighed and spoke, but not unkindly, "Yea, thou canst." The damsel Anne flung her dress aside and spread her legs wide, her cunt lips showing full as she kneeled on the bed. A little of her own butter seeped out of her, in part because she was in season and in part from having watched the display of animal passion before her. She reached gently with her hand below the juncture of the man's organ where it entered Nell and found the liquid seeping out from her cunt. She swiped with a finger then brought it between her own legs. The other hand held her own cunt lips wide as she pressed her finger far within. Her cunt craved the man's organ itself, yet that it could not have today. This sperm had been shot in one moment from within one body to within another, the both attuned to alighting the spark of a baby. Yet only a very little ended up at that task, and it was in the course of nature for the rest to ooze out. Yet it was still sperm, eager to quicken where it could. And within lass Anne a little would be enough to quicken her babe too. So Anne took what the cunt of Nell no longer needed, finger after finger wiping from Nell and thrusting within her own cunt. The man gradually released his hug from Nell and slowly turned upon his back. His organ slid from her, now somewhat softer, its duty done, the sperm shot far within the fair Nell's cunt. But it was covered too with sperm and Nell butter. With awe Anne beheld the organ, and not quite sure the best way to proceed she made a ring with her fingers at the base of the organ of fucking and slid it towards the tip, causing a little blob of the sacred stuff to plop onto the man's stomach. She greedily took all of this wetness and stuffed it within herself. The man's gaze wandered to the aunt and lingered there. "Thou be'st fair, and were it thy time would I have fucked thee with pleasure." The aunt with modest surprise looked down bashfully. "Yet if thou wish, mine organ thou canst suckle and cleanse." "O sire, thou art so kind!" As she approached he said, "Yet first a finger may I fuck within thy cunt, if thou please?" The aunt glowed with pleasure. "Yea, thou can fuck me with whatever thou wish!" The aunt was not in season but her cunt was amply greased by the passion she had been providing commentary on so intently. The man quickly moved his finger under her dress and slid effortlessly inside her without any need to look. He had fingered his way into thousands of cunts. He thrust it in and out and wiggled it in suggestive fashion. The aunt was distracted by the pleasure and the attention but focused enough to apply her mouth lovingly to his fuck organ, now mostly limp and smooth. It was a wolf now resting innocently in the guise of a sheep. And so the aunt cleaned off the last bits that Anne had not removed with her fingers. She also inhaled the essence of the male, the strange and wondrous odor which wafted strongly from him and his matted lower hair. She might not see him for years, and she wanted to remember this moment. She resisted a strong impulse to get on all fours like a beast, clutch her dress up to her middle and wave her butt in front of the man, hoping he would in turn mount her and fuck her like a beast. For several minutes Nell and the man lay in spent animal pleasure, the man idly finger-fucking the aunt while her head was busy with his organ. Abby clutched her mother, face on her chest. Anne sat on an edge of the bed, gently massaging her nubbin as she looked at the aftermath of sex in front of her. She hoped arousing herself would make her innards encourage the seed within to do its work, yet she held her cunt lips closed to keep within what she had just put there. The mother looked approvingly at the entire scene on the bed. The man disengaged from the aunt, then roused fair Nell from her torpor of ecstasy and bade her do her next duty outside. She sat upon a chair with legs spread wide. Anne had taken the first round of Nell's drippings, but there was more to come. Now that Nell was in an upright position, her cunt continued to leak precious goop. The third woman in season was Willa, and she now sat at Nell's feet and swiped with her finger every little bit oozing from Nell and slid it up inside herself. The drippings of Nell's cunt had the man's sperm and it would start yet another baby. -------------- Inside, the man spoke. "Evening draws nigh; methinks to rest my weary head within for this night -- if it please you." The mother and the aunt shone and the mother said, "O yea, thou canst. What honor thou give us, sire." The family and neighbors would have gladly produced a feast, yet the man declined, noting he was weary and sleepy. He ate a sizeable hunk from a ham and followed it with a hefty flagon of fine wine. Darkness had not quite fallen on the land yet he was ready to retire. However pleasant, fucking lasses was a hard labor. Travel amongst them with frequent dismounts to smell cunts also made a man weary. The family prepared to withdraw to other quarters, leaving the man to his rest. Only mother and aunt remained when he spoke. "One more thing I require." They waited. "I wish fair Abby to share my bed this night." There was a brief silence. Any pleasure the man asked was a great honor, yet were he to fuck the young lass Abby his fuck organ would damage her tiny cunt and cause her great pain. Seeing their hesitation he said, "Nay, not to fuck. Her cunt, 'twill wait and grow. In another season, years hence, hope I to fuck a baby into her, yet not this eve. Nay, tonight I wish her just as a gentle lass to feast eyes upon, to touch, and smell. 'Tis one of my newer pleasures." So the mother went outside to fetch the wee lass Abby. Just outside the cabin she picked her up and spoke gently. "The man wisheth thou to share his bed." Abby went a little pale. "He be great, this man, and to be asked be a great blessing unto thee. All in this village will hold thee in great respect for years to come." This interested Abby. "He sayeth he will not trouble thy cunt. He hath seen it already, and it seems it pleased him. Thou hast a beautiful little cunt, mine Abby." Abby was not used to thinking of her cunt as a subject of admiration, and indeed her mother was teasing her a little. It was more likely her countenance and character which pleased the man than the particulars of her cunt. "Thou should let him touch thee freely as he will and try to feel the thrill of each caress. As is told of him far and wide he be not a cruel man. Never did a maid say he touched her too much; most craved more than he gives." Her mother looked at Abby with great pride. Fortified and excited now, Abby nodded and walked into the hut where the man waited. Despite it all she was trembling, not knowing what to expect. The man had on no clothes and sat upon the bed. His organ was limp and insignificant for the moment. "Ah, fair Abby, come hither. I see thou art frightened. Though hast no need to worry. Yet kindly off with thy dress. Thy skin I crave to see and touch, not cloth." Abby did as asked without hesitation. She had already shown him her most secret spot. "I want to touch thee because thou art sweet beyond measure in my eye, yet the touch should trouble thee not." In the light of the candle he ran his fingers over her fine blond hair and all over her back. He traced each little ear with his finger, and then her cheek with its finest down. A smile triumphed over her shyness as he stroked her small nose. Then he moved hands all over her shoulders and arms and to the ends, bringing her fingers to his mouth to kiss, one by one. Then with his fingers he lightly drew circles on her chest. He never touched her nipples, but they were at the center of many of his circles. He then caressed her back. He gently cupped her ass cheeks for some time, one in each hand. Then he gently nudged her so she stood with her legs a fair bit apart, then placing both hands at her calves, he slowly drew them up her legs to the spot where her cunt waited shyly within its lips. He stroked a finger very gently down the outside of the lips but did not open them. Abby did not fully understand why the man would be so pleased by touching the simple little body that for her was always just there, but it was no trouble to her. No one else ever treated her with such intimate attention of any sort. Finally he gently placed his hand beneath her chin and drew her face towards his, very slowly. He moistened his lips slightly and touched them against hers. He moved them back and forth the tiniest bit. At this she felt a stir of pleasure and returned his gentle kiss. They kissed for some minutes. This pleasure she understood and shared, not quite in the way he did but not all that differently either. Breaking the kiss, he withdrew his face slowly and smiled. Abby could then see with some fear that his organ of fucking was in its finest fucking form, long and hard as it had been while reaming Nell. Following her gaze he smiled, saying, "Nay, my organ of fucking will trouble thee not." Then he bade her clamber onto the bed with him. No covering would be needed as the weather was pleasant and warm. She lay on her side and he behind her. He snuggled up, though in a position that naturally kept his organ away from her. Curled around her, he buried his nose into the hair at her neck and sniffed deeply. He lay back then and slowly caressed her hair, over and over as she snuggled back against him. She thought of how her mother had gentled her in this way when she was younger, and she was happy remembering it. Lulled by the man's soft stroking she soon fell asleep. Not long after that the man's stroking slowed, then stopped. His organ of fucking had subsided to a modest size, but when he realized she was asleep it surged to life again. He had an image of pushing it between her legs and gently sliding it sideways by her cunt lips but not within. He would move gently as befitted such a small and gentle lass, but his spurting would be no less on that account, and in his mind he saw all of the crotch of her legs covered with sticky goo so thick a person could only barely make out the pair of alluring cunt lips that lay beneath. Yet he knew full well it must remain only a vision. He thought of fair Melody ripening as the night went by, his to fuck and impregnate in the morning. He would save his sperm for her and others who might need the drippings. With that his organ subsided and after one more deep sniff of Abby's neck he draped one hand over the fair child and surrendered to sleep himself. --------------- It dawned a beautiful spring day. After a few good morning kisses and hugs to the sleepy Abby he emerged from his hut. There were already a few women waiting, and as he emerged the whispers spread and a dozen women and half a dozen younger girls appeared. He wore no clothes on such a fine day. As the only male in the land, let alone adult male, his equipment was a matter of great interest to all and it would be poor form to hide it, not that he had any interest in doing so. With this audience assembled he aimed his organ high and let loose his morning water in an arc the length of a man, to the smiles and titters of those watching. That duty done, he reclined on a bed which had been moved into the grove near the village center. His head was raised on pillows. The lass Pearl brought him a bowl of fresh raspberries with cream. Their deliciousness intertwined with her unclothed beauty to interesting effect. She had hair at her cunt and lovely young breasts. She kept shyly looking down at his organ and back up. "Wouldst thou like to touch it, fair lass?" She turned a bit pink but nodded eagerly. "Then make free." Pearl stooped in wonder and gently massaged it with her hands, paying special attention to the little orb sac. She took a deep sniff. He could see an involuntary squirm of her lower parts. A woman in the prime of life brought him a flagon of mead, which he quaffed at his leisure, and he encouraged her too to touch his organ at her pleasure. From this attention it began to get hard. "Can I mayhap suckle on it, just a bit?" she asked. "Why certainly, woman." She took his tip in her mouth and licked it tenderly. Pearl was thus displaced and looked on hungrily. Her hand wandered between her legs, then when she saw him looking at her she took it away in embarrassment. "Nay, lass, make free to heat thy cunt and if it please thee I will fuck thee soon. Thou hast never been fucked, aye?" She shook her head. A thrill of excitement passed over the girl's face and she began stroking fingers into her cunt eagerly with one hand, rapidly pulsing on her nubbin with the other. Under the ministrations of the grown woman's tongue his fucking organ grew. With the sight of the lass Pearl eagerly readying her cunt in preparation for him his fucking organ surged to its fullest size. Then he gently pushed the sucking wench aside and bade the girl descend upon him. She did so eagerly, pausing with utter amazement and a deep thrill as she guided the organ to her cunt opening. It glided in easily as she descended. The spirit of Pearl's upper cunt spoke: "Whoa! What's that? The organ that's meant for me. Cool! That feels great! Your sperm will be of no use today as there is no egg ready. But I would still welcome the flood and surge. If the pleasure of spurting sperm within my mistress grows on you, maybe you will spurt it again when I can make use of it." Pearl wondered at this blessing she had been given, then started on an earnest up and down and back and forth motion, and as her pleasure neared its peak he bade her lie down on him. The pleasure a girl feels from impaling herself is one thing, but feeling a man let loose and do the fucking is something else. He began the rapid fucking in and out with a speed she could never match on her own. As he did she convulsed and cried out with ecstasy, squeezing his member hard with her virgin cunt. He felt a thrill of pleasure himself. There was a small twinge but he did not let himself erupt. His sperm must be reserved for where it could make babies. After a brief interval he rolled her off beside him, and there she lay in an ecstatic glow. Womenfolk in the prime of life always yearn for fucking to some extent, and far more when it is not available, even more when they are hungry for babies. The lost pleasure and the baby hunger combine to increase its allure. The women of Huffygynos were often tempted to pleasure themselves. They might first gently massage their nipples and their outer cunt lips, but they would soon dive within. The whole area coated with their clear butter, they would press their nubbins eagerly, press their fingers within their cunts over and over and dream of the man and his fuck organ. But they could never achieve release by themselves. The convulsions would not come. So self-pleasuring was much less popular than it would otherwise have been because the frustration was great. They might find their hands on their cunts when they awoke at night but would quickly withdraw them. The man was in a fine fucking mood and as he surveyed the grove and the women in it he invited all of them to pleasure themselves. He promised to fuck each of them at least briefly to allow her to achieve the great release and satisfaction she craved. As word spread, sixteen of the womenfolk appeared, massaging their nubbins and thrusting fingers within their cunt tube, and when ready spread their legs wide and fixed their eyes upon the man hungrily. They lay on blankets or on the grass itself. He approached the first, a woman with fine large breasts and ample hips. He plunged within, and after two of his strokes the woman convulsed with pleasure, moaning and gripping his organ with her cunt. A wave of further excitement passed around the grove as each woman knew her turn would come soon. He approached one who seemed very excited, kicking her legs and thrusting her pelvis. Her little tike of two was clutched against her, uncertain of this stranger and the unusual behavior of everyone around her. The mother gently pushed the little lass away and panted, "Aye Hunter, stand aside and behold the man fuck me and remember it well. It maketh me truly happy as nothing else." Several girls below fucking age were watching, close but not too close, and now young Abby came forward to hold and comfort little Hunter. As his fuck-organ pressed within, the mother cried out and kept moaning as he jammed himself again and again into her. Her pelvis wiggled enough that the man's motion was impeded and he spoke a bit gruffly, "Methinks I must hold thee still." With that he descended upon her, took one buttock in each hand and pounded his fuck organ into her with a vengeance that made her scream with delight. On he went to the next. She was on all fours like an animal and he happily grabbed her from behind and fucked her like an animal. She convulsed with pleasure as the fuck organ filled her deeper than it would in any other way. He was on his way to the next woman when he stopped. A woman had just arrived in the grove and stood watching from a distance away. He motioned for her to approach. She had the smell, but just to make sure he bent over. "Aye woman, thou art in season and can take the drippings from my next true fuck." She beamed with excitement. The man returned to the next woman on the grass who craved him in her cunt. In his wake he left women panting on the grass with dreamy expressions of total satisfaction. He finished the last of the fun fucks and sat upon the bed in the grove considering the treat that awaited him. --------------- He saw fair Melody on the edge of the gathering and beckoned for her to join him. Her long blond hair was lustrous and full. Her blue eyes were clear, every part of her face of perfect proportion. Her breasts were not large but very pleasing in their shape, her waist thin but not too thin, her hips just wide enough but not too wide. Her skin nearly glowed. Delightful as her body was, more remarkable was her character. She could have been gloating over her good fortune as her peers looked on, but she was only dimly aware she was an object of envy. She was in harmony with her body's sexuality, neither frightened of where her body and instincts would lead her nor willing her body to more lust than it felt. He lay on his back and had her squat above his head facing his feet and then had her bend forward, a bit like a frog. He stuck the tip of his nose between her cunt lips. His sniffing revealed that she was still on the cusp. His tongue turned its attention to her nubbin. The effect on Melody was electric and she started moaning. As he licked he could smell her odor gradually change from the lighter, more playful, teasing odor of a girl on the edge to the mature and earnest odor of a woman in season. His masculine presence was nudging her over the line, and his apparatus right below her face contributed to her excitement. She saw the sac and little orbs which made the sperm that would soon be hers and the luxurious growth of hair giving off his odor. Front and center below her was the fucking organ, long, hard and biding its time. It glistened from the juices of the dozen-odd cunts it had been fucking within the past hour, but the man was saving his climax for her. As the man's expert nubbin-licking continued, poor Melody was soon in an agony of pleasure. Her ripeness made the motions of his tongue all the more arousing. She was painfully on the brink of her release but all he gave her cunt was the tip of his nose. It was a fine organ in its own right but not the one she wanted. At last he knew it was time. Her cunt had shifted so his sperm would now be able to do the job. This was going to be an exquisite treat for him, and he wanted to make it magnificent. A score of women and girls were watching. Most were naked, but he now asked the others to strip as well. Melody now lay on her back. She looked up at him with immense animal desire, and he moved his body over hers. He took her hands, interlocked fingers and pressed her hands back against the sheet leaving her in an attitude of surrender. With his knees he spread her legs apart and held them open. He was in charge and would do with her as he wished. As the tip of his organ touched her cunt lips, her face took on a hungry, pleading look, almost desperate. He paused a moment with a smile to appreciate that look. But he was not just teasing her; he pressed his fuck organ against the lips and her flesh sensuously gave way, the cunt lips pushed out to the side, starting the process of engulfing him. He kept pressing, slowly, going past her cunt's ring of muscle. As the tip passed inside her she started convulsing. Her eyes locked on his as she melded with the man, her mate who was giving her such pleasure. His tip pressed farther in, parting her slick, hot, hungry cunt walls. His shaft followed the promise of the tip, holding her open. He neared full penetration. The first full intrusion took only a few seconds, and Melody's orgasm surged in intensity as his fuck organ filled her the first time. Melody's upper cunt now spoke in his mind as his organ fucked up deep inside where nothing had ever been before. "Whoa! What's this shoving me around? Oh, I get it. Wow! I've been waiting for something this past year! You're the thing! How can I please you? You stretch and fill me. So hard, yet so soft." At its very deepest his tip just kissed against the end of her cunt as their pubic hair mats met, then mashed together, the meeting of bones cushioned by flesh. Among the flesh so compressed was Melody's nubbin, and each squish that it felt deliciously fed her ecstasy. He withdrew a little and surged back. As the fuck organ slid in and out the upper cunt thrilled to the rapid motion. The cunt spoke, "Oh, fuck, that's it, keep shoving my flesh around. My wetness lets you go in and out so fast, but I never release my hug. My mistress Melody is in her ecstasy now, but I need more. It is still too orderly and pure. I need you to be somehow ... violent with me!" Melody's orgasm assumed the pace of his rhythmic back and forth but gave no sign of stopping. At the end of each inward surge her nubbin was squished again. It shuddered; Melody shuddered. The pleasure went on and on as he fucked the fresh girl's cunt over and over, strokes faster at times, deeper at others. The man slid his fuck organ almost all the way out and didn't surge back. Her upper cunt let out a great lament, "Please, don't leave me now! I'm doing my part of the dance! The heat, the clear butter, the slight touch of graininess. Isn't that what you need? Come back up! I need to be stretched and filled again!" Staying at the entrance, the man made a flurry of tiny strokes, the tip just inside her squeezing ring of muscles, giving him a burst of a different bit of excitement. It then surged back stronger than ever, surprising but delighting the upper cunt. "Aaaahh, you're back! Now I know what I need. I need to feel you twitch and shoot forth the roiling mess of sperm! You have to soak me with your own special sticky mess! Surge again! Shoot it into me!" The man fucked back and forth faster. The tip bulged and widened, spreading Melody's upper cunt tissues yet further. It bumped the top of the cunt a bit harder. "Oh yes, please, please! You've gotten wider and harder; I love how you bang me around! The wet here is dull and female. I need the unruly male goop, the rude messy surge, I need it for starting the baby! Give me what I crave and we will grow the baby girl, birth it, coddle it -- we will do all the work! When she grows up you can fondle and fuck her too -- but none of it happens unless you drown us with the goop. Right up here, at the top!!" The man's tip bulged further, near bursting with the pressure. It surged back and forth faster and faster. The man through a dizzy fog saw the perfect Melody convulsing endlessly, saw his shaft fly in and out in almost a blur, saw their pubic mats mash and separate over and over. He then looked up and saw the crowd of naked women. Several had a hand fondling their cunt lips, a few had a little clear butter dripping out, a few had slack jaws, but all shared an eagerness and insatiable hunger to be where Melody was. "All ye who watch ... hold open the cunt lips ... for my eyes to feast upon!" he yelled out. And they all did, the moist lips sliding open to reveal the opening to the inner sanctum. He briefly had the image of his fuck organ cloned twelve times, all fucking frenziedly into the cunts of the dozen he saw, each fuck organ bulging obscenely, each ready to fire. "Now!! Now!! Fuck me full of it, now!!!" cried the upper cunt, hugging him tightly. And then at the innermost surge of the deepest penetration, from the tiny opening at the tip, the pent-up sperm erupted in a flood. It burst forth in its nasty unruly goopiness, instantly splattering and coating the upper cunt walls. "Yes!!!" screamed the cunt, but she promptly passed out, drowned in pleasure and goop. The bulging fuck organ head drew back, but surged back in and once again just as it reached the end the tip erupted with another mass of sperm. Back and forth it shuttled in a frenzy, mess after mess of potent babymaking manly spurt let loose. On each in and out it roiled and mixed the sperm with clear girl butter. As his body thrust and spurted, infinite pleasure in throbs transformed the man's mind. It was as well he ejaculated and finished Melody off when he did, for she was inundated by so much pleasure she might have started getting ill. When the last pulse had been firmly splatted into her upper cunt he drew his fuck organ back, dragging the bulging tip through the lower cunt, past the ring of her muscles squeezed tightly around him, then finally it broke the kiss of her sopping cunt lips. His load of sperm had been so great that much flowed back out as his organ did, making a sizeable puddle of glop on the sheet. The man slid onto his back next to Melody, chest heaving. Mara set to work eagerly fingering the leftover sperm from the sheet, shoving it into her own cunt as she held it wide open, and she quickly got an ample dose. There was still copious quantities of the mix of sperm and Melody butter, but no other females in season to make use of it. It was holy stuff. So mothers descended to the two sets of soaking genitals, the man's wilting fuck organ and Melody's cunt. Hunter's mother took a slick finger and made one thick smear within the folds of the girl's small cunt lips and rubbed. Abby's mother did the same with Abby, and the older girls did themselves. Near the head of the line was Melody's younger sister Jill, who felt entitled to an especially large glob. Every female had either gotten a good fucking from the man's organ or a gift of his sperm on their cunt lips. The lucky Nell and Melody got both in ample portions. Within Nell, Melody, Anne, Willa and Mara, the routine feminine orderliness was disrupted. The seed elbowed its way impatiently through their wombs. It quickened an egg, making the hint of a baby. As it grew from hint to reality it would take over the womb, make the baby-laden girl nauseous, feed from her innards, distend her belly, soften her tissues, and ultimately cause her great pain as it finally slithered out into the world. All this was set in motion by male shoving, unruliness, mess, and disorder. Yet it was exactly the disruption that the orderly female bodies needed and craved. In nine months, five more of his baby daughters would be born, five more girls to replenish this island of females. ----------- The man ate some porridge with spice and berries, most of a freshly roasted chicken, and more ham. It would soon be time for him to head on to the next village. He bade young Abby come to him and lifted her high up. In view of all he dabbed his tongue at her cunt lips and she instinctively opened her legs wide. He licked her nubbin three times and then stuck just the tip of his tongue at her cunt hole and pressed in the fraction of an inch that it easily gave. He could just barely hear her upper-cunt spirit speak groggily, as from a dream, "Huh? What?" He smiled. This was as it should be. Set back down, Abby gave him a big smile and gave his legs a parting hug. The road was rougher ahead as it crossed a steep ridge. He would switch to sedan chair -- more a sedan bed, actually -- carried by four muscular young women. In this wilder area there would be few cunts to sniff. He gave each of his four bearers a little fuck just before they set off. It was just a teasing little fuck, though, as the aftermath of orgasm was not conducive to carrying heavy loads surefootedly. He promised them all luxurious orgasmic fucks at the end of the day when their work was done. The man decided he wanted to take Melody with him as traveling companion for the day, an offer she eagerly accepted. After the day's journey she would return to her home to grow her baby. A dozen women sadly watched the four porters head off carrying man and girl. They were scarcely out of sight of the village before Melody urged the man onto his back and eagerly mounted him, engulfing his hard fuck organ. Her first fuck had been a mere hour before, but she now knew she loved it and wanted it inside her as often and deep as she could get it. The natural rhythm of the sedan chair mostly pleasured her and the man with a fine fucking motion. But when it was a bit weaker than she wanted she indulged her urges and bounced and wriggled against him. As the day wore on, he allowed himself two orgasms inside this magnificent creature, as there were no other fertile wombs needing his sperm. She had orgasm after orgasm all day long. The next day there would be more cunts lurking inside dresses that would need to be sniffed. There would be more older girls and women desperate for a fun fuck. There would be more young girls like Abby to share his bed at night. And there would be more women like Melody who were in season and who he could ecstatically impregnate, his roiling mass of sperm shoved deep within. ================================================================== I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.