Author: Sterling Title: The Father Needs More Summary: A sequel to "The Father of Humanity", in which John Smith is the only man in the world whose sperm can fertilize eggs, and with the help of a cast of gorgeous women he keeps the world supplied with embryos. As this sequel begins, a dozen years have gone by and he discovers a new need: girls. The story is about how he chooses them, treats them, has sex with them, and integrates them with his other sexual partners. Keywords: MF Mf Mg cons rom pedo lolita het ScFi group harem 1st oral slow caution 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! ================================================================== The Father Needs More John Smith is the only man in the world whose sperm can fertilize eggs. He lives at the heart of an industrial-scale operation which harvests donor eggs and then distributes embryos throughout the world. The effectiveness of his semen is linked to how well he fulfills his sexual fantasies. After a dozen years, he discovers a new need: girls. ------------ I am the man who saved humanity. It started when I was a teenager back in Secaucus, New Jersey. No baby had been born in a dozen years, and then my girlfriend Amy got pregnant. My life hasn't been remotely normal since. By collecting my semen samples and mixing them with donor eggs, we found we could create thousands of embryos at a time. These could then be implanted in healthy young women. Envisioning my role at the heart of a large-scale operation, I chose a spot near Boulder, Colorado as my home, a spot on the Front Range overlooking the plains to the east. Although I started as effectively government property, I soon won a measure of independence and developed a staff of my own. While I lived in a small residential area up on the mountain, my semen was quickly whisked down the mountain in pneumatic tubes where it was combined with the eggs from thousands of egg donors. The resulting embryos were flown around the world for implantation in many thousands of women every day. Whatever it was that makes me special isn't as simple as semen. I need to be happy to be able to father children. So after my relationship with Amy became problematic I took as lovers girls I had had crushes on in high school: Winnie, Sally, and Julie. Then we found that if I was more than just happy -- fulfilling all of my sexual fantasies -- I would father far more children. That led to a program of young women volunteers known as nymphs. They were carefully screened from a pool of hundreds of thousands of applicants. They were the sexiest, most interesting and most tolerant women on earth. I had twenty or so in my service at any one time. With their help I was giving a respectable proportion of the uteri of the world an embryo to nurture into a baby. ------------ More fantasies When I was 30, I had been in the industrial-scale fertilization business for about 13 years. My embryo count had been holding steady at around 16%, meaning that at the rate we were going the population of the world would stabilize at 16% of its pre-crisis level. The world might end up with one-sixth of its current population, but it would still go on in a largely recognizable form. But one year in January it started dropping. There had been minor fluctuations before, but here the fluctuations masked a descending trend. It looked like the new average would be 7% or lower. This was ominous news for the entire world. For years we had known that the key to my fertility was indulging all of my sexual fantasies. Of course my staff had asked in every indirect or direct way they could what the problem was, and I had told them I didn't know. But I did know what thoughts had been lingering in my head more and more. I told myself they would go away, but that was not happening. Then one day Francoise, my quasi-shrink, dropped by. She was clearly angry, which was unusual. My staff never got angry with the great John Smith. They knew I didn't like it. "Damn it, John, if you won't talk with any of us we can't help you! This is the world we're talking about here! I say there is something that you know that you aren't telling us. Is it world politics? Weariness? Let's make some changes. What should we try? Different food? Do we need to fire some nymphs? Some staff? All the nymphs? All the staff? Do you want men for sex? Girls? Little girls? Boys? Little boys? Animals? Newborns? Human sacrifice? Cannibalism? Talk to me!!" I was shocked at her outburst and showed her the door. As she departed, she called out over her back, "Fire me if you want, but talk to someone! Anyone!" I was angry and thought firing her would be an excellent idea, but I counted to ten. I meditated for several hours. She was right, of course. I didn't have the right to put the future of the world in jeopardy. I needed to tell someone, and Francoise was the one. The next day when she answered my summons she looked very uncomfortable. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Smith, I just lost my temper..." I put up my hand to silence her. "No, you were right. Thanks for having the courage to say what needed to be said." I looked out the window at the Colorado plain, sliding downhill from where we were all the way to the Mississippi. I waited, and glanced over at her from time to time. I turned to her, took a deep breath, and said "Girls. I need girls." No one was happy, but fewer people were horrified than I might have thought. I was 30, and going down in age there was a cliff at age 28. There was essentially no one on earth between the ages of 27 and 15. There were no nymphs younger than age 28, and while the 30-year-old nymphs were still plenty sexy, the lack of young and truly fresh nymphs was noticeable. Many of the first groups of nymphs had been 18. There were some 14-year-olds, far more 13-year-olds, and by age 12 there were millions. These youngsters were in the news a lot, the future of humanity. I looked at them and felt proud and happy -- and something more. Those bright young faces and sexually developing bodies of age 12 or 13 had awakened a yearning. It had become a powerful yearning. This sensitive matter was handled initially among the very smallest group of people. Since I had had so much trouble bringing myself to mention it to anyone, people rightly assumed that I was ashamed of my fantasies. So the first approach the staff took was to convince me that the desire was not shameful. Possibly that itself would help with the embryo counts and make the crisis pass. I was content to live with a longing for girls if it was just me, but the human race was at stake here. I could see that in many other times and places the desire for girls down to the age of puberty was normal. I had been thinking from within the perspective of my own culture only; in others girls were married at that age. I was a male animal, and these looked to my animal self like potential mates of my own species. So I felt less ashamed. We waited a few weeks and my replacement percentage rose a point. But I had to admit that although it was liberating to know that there was no great shame in wanting the girls, I still yearned for the girls. ------------ Getting the Girls This caused controversy within my staff, mostly because they foresaw a public relations problem. The very concept of pedophilia was still anathema throughout the United States. My inner circle consulted cultural experts who indicated that getting the girls would be rather easy if I sent to India or Africa. But I sensed in my gut that these girls had to be Americans. To complicate things, all of the candidates were my own daughters. People who thought ahead had realized I would eventually have to find nymphs and egg donors from the next generation. We were safe on egg donors for another ten years or so, but I was suggesting taking as companions for sexual play my own daughters. Some aspects of incest could be avoided. They had grown up thinking of other men as their daddies, and we could easily make sure that I was not going to impregnate them. It was just a matter of time before I had no choice, so this was just a little earlier than expected. We were later proven correct in our surmise that extremists and philosophers might object, but the majority would accept the incest aspect. We were going to recruit American girls aged 12 and 13 to come to Sperm Central as my lovers. One option was to be open about it, the other to start in secrecy. The benefits of secrecy were that when the story broke we might have some positive outcomes to report, in terms of girls not traumatized, and the other was that I might change my mind before I met my first girls or shortly thereafter. We had no illusions that we would be able to keep this secret for long. Most couples had no children, but those that did had only one, born of the woman but related genetically only if she happened to have been an egg donor who wanted a child at the same time she donated. Surveys were sent out to parents. One question was how strongly the parents were committed to my overall industrial-scale fertilization effort as a potential savior for humanity. Would they consider a lifetime gag order if they were let in on a secret that could save the project? (We could not and would not enforce that, but wanted them to say they were willing.) The other questions, hidden among many others to hide our true purpose, bore on how they felt about statutory rape. From a hundred thousand questionnaires sent to American couples, only one in twenty gave sufficiently positive answers to meet our criteria. But that was still five thousand couples. Only half of the time was their child a daughter, of course. The twenty-five hundred couples and daughters were screened. The daughter had to be attractive to me, but I was not too fussy on that point. She had to be healthy physically, but her psychological health was especially important. After our covert investigations ruled out most of the twenty-five hundred, it came time to actually broach the topic with parents. There was one key point to keep the door from being slammed in our faces -- that the daughter would never, ever, have to do anything she didn't want to do, a promise we never went back on. We also had decided early on that we could not offer to these parents or girls the incentives we offered to nymphs, such as embryos for friends. Everyone had to be strictly a volunteer, or the appearance of child trafficking was too strong. We started identifying dozens of parents who got their heads around our startling proposal. Some of the parents set aside their revulsion, thinking they ought to be OK with this idea, and were hoping their daughters would refuse. That was a mistake. These girls had reached puberty and figured they were already plenty mature. The fabled Sperm Center near Boulder would be like a really exciting boarding school, and they might get to sleep with the most important and powerful man on earth. The girls were trained separately from the nymphs, as we asked far less of them. We could screen less well because they came from a much smaller pool and they were more impressionable and vulnerable. We didn't want to stress them. These girls would come to me as virgins. But I did not want to deal with blood and pain, and the golden rule of consent was easier to maintain if that issue was removed. The bigger girls' vaginas had to be made ready for me. The girls were sexually mature on the physical level. They had periods, they swooned at hot boys, their labia and clitorises and vaginas were all enlarged for womanhood. Getting the hymen out of the way was done with dildos, by the girls themselves, at the girls' own pace. This was usually a mere five minutes if not fifteen seconds. In the training they also explored their own sexual arousal and orgasms, something they naturally enough found delightful. Adult men came in in successive sessions to show their penises, first just flaccid, then erect, then ejaculating. Spreading this out over a number of sessions allowed the girls to back out between if they got uncomfortable, but very few did. The girls witnessed an adult man and woman having sex on several occasions, and many of them only half-jokingly asked the man if he wouldn't please try that with them right then and there. They watched the woman use the whirring gadget, and tried it in themselves. They had been selected for psychological health, but we did our best to enhance their emotional maturity. We also trained them to feel fairly calm and natural even when meeting the great John Smith. ------------ Young virgins I met Denise, my first 12-year-old, on a sunny afternoon in the topmost turret, affording a 360-degree view of the magnificent scenery. We chatted a while. She then asked if I would mind if she got undressed, and proceeded to do a simple strip-tease. She was gorgeous, fresh, and perfect. With a finger she beckoned me over to the bed where she was sitting naked. I stripped to my underpants and did as she asked. She placed my hand matter-of-factly between her legs. I took it away gently, and first touched her everywhere else on her body: hair, face, feet, neck, back, and arms, which amused her a little. She got more serious and aroused as I spent time caressing breasts, buttocks and thighs. I did end up with my hand back between her legs, gently massaging for a good long while. Her breathing got faster. I let her remove my underpants, and she smiled when she saw and felt the penis that would soon be hers. I saw her then as she was, a girl hungry for her first sexual intercourse. Because she was aroused and pre-stretched, there was no obstruction as I pressed into her gently and started thrusting. First she was taken with the novelty of it, but the urgency of sexual pleasure started taking over -- the way it would with any woman. I knew that I was having sex with a girl who was just on the cusp of puberty and I found her youth intoxicating. I pressed my penis into this beauty over and over, deeper and deeper, squeezed by her young vagina, and finally tensed and yelped as my semen spurted into her. As I slid from the very heights of my orgasm I felt emotional, with a tear or two forming in my eyes. This was a dream come true. She gave me an awkward hug before heading off to use the whirring gadget. When she came back we hugged on the bed, side-by-side. After half an hour she pointed out that while I had come, she had not. I liked that she was not totally cowed by the great John Smith and was asking for her own pleasure. Good for her. Soon enough I had slid into her again, thrusting at the angle and speed that her body language told me was best. But it didn't seem it would be enough to make her come. So after perhaps ten minutes I reached down to use my fingers to stimulate her clitoris, and she came within a few seconds, scrunching up her face and moaning before relaxing with a big smile. That set me to thrusting furiously, staring not just at the gorgeous beauty of 12-year-old flesh, but at that flesh flushed and a little sweaty, belonging to a sexually satisfied girl. I came very deep, and felt wave after wave of spurts, so intense they were almost painful. I flopped down beside her. After three minutes, as I caught my breath, I tapped her on the shoulder, and she looked a little flustered at being reminded she had forgotten the whirring gadget. As she started to get up hurriedly, I stopped her. I picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, and she leaned against me. I slid the whirring gadget into her myself, pressed the button and heard the suction -- and also got to see her face as she felt the heavenly vibrator aspect. I watched her pee, and then carried her back to the bed and we slept the night together. When I woke in the morning, I really wanted her fast and quick, and I was delighted when she consented enthusiastically. I rolled her onto her back and slid myself onto her. As my hard penis came poking between her legs she guided it in, and fifty strokes later I came with a little moan but big pleasure. After whirring and a little snuggling it was time for her to go. It was a record embryo count for a mere three ejaculations. Bonnie suggested that if it was all the same to me she wanted to do it from the rear the first time. The smoothness and youth of her butt as I grabbed it was stunning. Her vagina was as magnificent as Denise's and I slaked my thirst for young flesh within. A few of the other girls were just too tense for me to feel comfortable with them, and I sent them on their way after doing my best to comfort them for in some sense failing. No one had to know we had not had sex if they didn't want to tell. But with 90% of them it was mostly the same. I always started out gentle and simple, but soon enough they were asking for more speed, different positions, more gusto. Their bodies drove me wild on a dimension where adult women could not compete. Part of my fantasy had been girls who were shy and insecure and whom I could with my great prowess turn into adoring and grateful young women. That didn't happen. If we had selected girls like that, the risk of lasting harm would have been too great, and therefore they did not pass the screening. I met a steady supply of self-confident virgins, and for each one I got to study her face and reactions as a penis slid into her for the very first time. As we did it repeatedly I got to see her reactions as she got the hang of sex as a dance for two. It was the closest I ever felt to conquest, though these luscious adolescents were most eager to be conquered. The replacement rate soared to 19%, a new record. -------------- Still younger The 19% replacement rate was good news all around. The drop in my fertility had been a worldwide worry, and now its restoration to a level higher than before was a huge relief. From small villages in India to the highlands of Scotland, from the slums of Rio to the penthouses of Manhattan, there were more babies. Throughout all of these developments, I visited Winnie and Julie and our children regularly. I made sure to make love to and sleep with the two mothers at least a few hours now and then. Despite all my prodigious sexual activity, I always kept a soft spot in my heart for them. I also cherished my bond with Sally and continued to sleep with her a couple hours each night. I met a new 12- or 13-year-old virgin every week or so and greatly enjoyed our time together, and for the most part so did she. Such girls usually stayed for at least a week but rarely more than a month. Yet the replacement rate started falling again. I saw those lovely bodies which had just blossomed into puberty. But I wondered what Joanna had looked like when her breasts were smaller. How had she looked before her hips widened? What had Karen's vulva looked like when they were a little smaller and had no hair at all? How would she have talked and sounded when she was younger? The girls' faces glowed from hormones; what did they look like before the hormones hit? As the rate kept dropping, I freely told Francoise what was on my mind. Keeping secrets last time hadn't done any good. Although no one on my staff reacted to me with disgust -- at least not that I could determine -- the idea of getting me those prepubescent girls caused considerably more trouble. Penelope announced her retirement, which hurt me deeply but didn't surprise me. My craving was to be able to have those little girls sit in my lap, smell them, and caress them -- all of which was more or less acceptable. But I also wanted to kiss them on the lips, and work my hands down their chests and inside their panties, and to lick them, maybe even their labia, maybe inside their labia. I said I didn't think I would want to penetrate the little girls, which removed a substantial obstacle. My staff went back to screening families and littler girls, age five and up. Fewer parents agreed to volunteer their girls, naturally enough. As for the girls themselves, the typical reaction was different. Whereas the bigger girls had often reacted with enthusiasm, the littler girls tended to react with indifference, though revulsion was rare. Children have to be taught not to let strangers touch their private parts when they themselves don't mind, because it isn't obvious to them. Children who are instead taught it might be OK generally shrug or yawn if that is all that is expected of them to get praise, and especially if they could become very important people. Training and screening for little girls was similar to the big girl training but not identical. We did not explore their own sexual response with them, nor did we do any stretching of vaginas of course. We found out how they reacted to being hugged, touched and fondled. We focused on sensual girls, ones who genuinely craved hugging and cuddling. Submitting to that was of course completely conditional on their feeling good about it, or at least not bad. As usual, we did our best to screen out girls with psychological difficulties of any kind, and set up a program to follow and counsel all of them for life. We would do whatever we could to ameliorate any bad effects. Despite our best plans, we were less certain about how little girls would react, so I met them initially in short sessions and gradually increased the kinds of touching I did. They had a chance to bail out if they didn't like the way it was going, and we had a chance to stop too if we had concerns. Pauline was my first little girl, eight years old. I was of course nervous, but she wasn't at all shy. She sat on my lap while I started a video my staff had prepared that was designed to be very appealing to girls of this age -- not that I remember any of it. And as she sat there I caressed her hair and squeezed her in hugs sometimes, ran my fingers all up and down her back. She seemed to like that. I moved my hands back and forth over her stomach and kissed her neck. That was the end of the first visit. After she returned to the girls' dormitory she was given a day or two to see how the experience sat with her. She was happy to come see me and the video again. I started touching her in the same ways as before, which she seemed to like. And when I moved my hands up her thighs -- she was so precious and alluring! -- she didn't mind, nor when I massaged her chest through her dress. But she seemed to be focused mostly on the video. She liked snuggling and the backrubs, but it was as if this other touching was irrelevant to her. That didn't feel right to me, so I didn't suggest she come again. The next one, Barbara, was just turning six, but things went pretty much the same way with her. After their two visits these girls both went back home with their parents. ---------- Nicole Nicole was seven. She happily sat on my lap while she watched the video. On her second visit, I touched her everywhere and she responded differently from the other two. She really seemed to like it. When I caressed her thighs I could feel her squirm and settle a little differently in my lap. She started humming sensually as my fingers worked their way around her nipples, and she relaxed happily against me when I curved my hand to cup her labia, stroking just a little through her panties. She gave me a big squeeze and several kisses before she left. I wanted to see her again. We took four days to see if she really wanted to come back, but she did. On the third visit there was no video, and her response to some of my advances really took my breath away. I kissed her on the lips and she kissed me back, responding with true pleasure. She was happy to get out of her dress. I kissed and licked all over her front, her delicate little breast buds most of all. She lunged forward after a while and glued herself to my front, with her legs around my back and her bottom in my lap, and then started bouncing up and down in a way I found very erotic. I massaged her butt and slipped my fingers down her panties, getting a good feel of each of her buttocks. I was very aroused and truly delighted with this, and as soon as she left I raced around the corner to relieve my sexual excitement inside two nymphs in succession. Nicole and I did much the same things the next day. At the end of a suitable time, when I suggested it was time to get dressed, she said she had a surprise for me. She stood in front of me, lifted her loose dress, held the hem in her teeth, and pulled down her panties. She spread her labia and said, "Look!" I asked her what she meant. Couldn't I see, she asked? No, I said uncertainly. I hadn't seen inside the labia of many little girls before, but after a second look I could see that the whole area looked a bit less pristine than I would have expected. She said she was all stretched out and ready for my penis. She had overheard the big girls, stolen one of the de-virginizing dildos, and used it on herself over the course of several days. She said it had hurt some, but she was proud of having done it. I felt dizzy. I said that was great, but I ought to be going. Her lip quivered. Letting the dress fall back down, she said she felt dumb and stupid and she started crying a little. So I put my arm around her as she sat on my lap, and she leaned against me. She had put all that work into stretching her vagina, and I didn't even like her well enough to stick my thingie in her. I was already excited from the play we had engaged in before, but now the excitement between my legs grew alarmingly, and my head spun with confusion. I considered telling her that grown men didn't even touch a girl's private parts, but then reflected that I had been doing just that. We hadn't considered the case of a little girl preparing herself for intercourse entirely on her own initiative. I reflected that I ought to talk it over with my staff and make a considered judgment about the best way to proceed. But here I was, the man with the fate of humanity dangling between his legs, whose embryo count dropped when his desires went unsatisfied. I didn't want to consider the issue, I wanted her. I wanted to slide my penis into her, and I wanted to do it right then. Hesitantly, I took off all my clothes. She smiled when she saw my penis was long and straight. She lay back on the bed, with her legs wide apart, her dress off and her panties around one ankle. I did more caressing and touching. I even tickled her a little, to lighten the mood and wash away traces of her hurt feelings. I found some lube and generously applied it to both of us. Then I raised myself over her, held her smooth labia apart, and slowly and very gently pressed in. I started a very slow back and forth motion, pressing in a little more each time. I was surprised with each further half inch that I really could fit into her with no constriction. She felt very much like a grown woman inside. And I couldn't believe the sight of this little girl, with her flat chest and little girl legs and little girl hips, and there between her legs my penis was little by little being swallowed up inside her. I stopped and realized I wasn't exactly up to the hilt, but I certainly felt like I was in. When she saw me looking down to verify that, she looked down too, then looked at me and started beaming at me. This gorgeous little girl had prepared this gift for me and accepted me inside her, and she was obviously happy about the whole thing. My head swam and I started to come then and I couldn't have stopped myself if my life depended on it. Though it was against all my reptilian instincts, I thrust back and forth a mere inch as I felt pleasure pulsate through my entire lower half. My penis twitched with each spurt, so hard it stung a little, and I was crying out and panting heavily, my face screwed up with the intensity of it. Looking at her again I could see she was alarmed. She knew about men putting baby-stuff in women, and knew that had happened, but she was expecting a more straightforward expression of happiness. After pausing a moment to etch the moment in my memory, I reluctantly slid my still-hard penis out of her and lay down beside her facing her. Now I was the one beaming, so she soon relaxed and looked happy and proud. I ran my fingers gently around her face, then down her front, past her labia and down each thigh. I asked if I could hug her back and she happily complied, curled up inside my embrace. After fifteen minutes I realized she was asleep. After another half hour of treasuring the moment I gently got up, and as I did she slid onto her back. She was gorgeous beyond words. Light brown hair a little mussed, relaxed peaceful face with the button nose, and her lithe little body below. Between her legs on the sheet was a huge puddle. Some lube, lots and lots of semen. No one had taught her about the whirring gadget, and it was not a time for that in any case. I lay beside her until she awakened in the early evening and felt like leaving. She got cleaned up and dressed and gave me a big hug and smile before she left. I felt more than a little uneasy as the prospect of facing Nicole again. The staff said that while she seemed entirely happy, she acted like she had done what she wanted and was just as happy to go home as to stay. They noted that she was a little sore between her legs, and in fact the follow-up reports were that she had sustained some lasting damage. To my relief, it was from her stretching technique, not from the intercourse itself. The damage was not too serious, but serious enough we did not want to risk such a thing happening again. Procedures down in the training center were tightened to keep any other little girls from obtaining dildos and getting the bright idea of using them. In the day that followed I briefly hit 40%, an all-time high. The number fell again, but stabilized at a very respectable 18%. A deep fantasy of mine had been satisfied, even if it only happened once. ----------- Annie Annie was six. She had shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes, and a very pretty face. On the second visit she too responded positively to sexual touching. She came to the third visit in a light blue dress. I touched her in much the same ways I had before, and pretty soon she pressed herself against my front, with her head on my chest. I stroked her hair and back, but instead of staying calm she started wriggling back and forth. I stroked her thighs and then tentatively I put my hand up under her dress and stroked her lower back, but also her bottom through her panties. She squirmed with delight, and then gave me a big wet kiss on the lips. I went to caressing her face, and nuzzling against her cheek, kissing her cheeks and her nose and then her lips. She responded and our kisses became leisurely and delicate. She looked at me sometimes with a dreamy expression, then she began rubbing her hands through my hair, and over my neck and my scratchy cheeks. I got her to sit on my legs facing me but a bit out from my body. I gently tugged her dress out from under her and slowly started raising it, which she helped with. Up it went, exposing her stomach and chest as it went, and then her smiling gorgeous face appeared again. I ran my hands over her whole chest, including her breast buds. I then went to work with my mouth, licking all that tender flesh, chest, stomach, shoulders, attentive to discomfort or hesitation on her part but never detecting any. She giggled now and then, but mostly sighed and ran her hands all over me. Then I turned her around so she was sitting on my lap facing front again. After stroking up and down her belly a little, I slipped my hand inside the front of her panties and felt gently around. She knew this was different, more serious, and got a little quieter but rubbed against my hand a little. I moved all around her belly and the tops of her thighs but kept coming back to her smooth-skinned labia. I started stroking rhythmically, and she was mesmerized. After a while I turned her around, picked her up and held her, the gorgeous little darling, and then lay her on the bed. She was delighted with a backrub, and a front rub, some kissing, and a butt rub, and then another rub between her legs. I had her take her panties off and spread her legs wide. I got a small amount of lube and began stroking her labia with that. She was definitely fascinated and turned on by the addition of wetness. I then ever so gradually moved my finger inside her smooth labia and stroked very gently there, including her small clitoris. She started looking dreamy as my regular rhythm continued, then started breathing harder and shut her eyes. She suddenly took hold of my finger and moved it a little faster and harder and breathed sharply and tensed up -- and then relaxed. She said it had felt really, really good, unlike anything else she had ever felt. I wasn't sure if any of my little girls would reach orgasm, and I was delighted that she had. She turned to snuggle up against me for a good long while, wiggling her naked pelvis against my leg a little too. She was nearly frantic for her next chance to see me, so they let her come up the very next day. After we had gotten to the same point as the day before, she said she wanted to feel my body too. I decided that was OK if it was her initiative. Her attempts to put her hands down my pants didn't work quite so well, as I was fully dressed for these visits and had intended to stay that way -- no easy-off robes. But with her encouragement I did strip down, and finally took off my underpants and got her first look at a man's penis, fully erect no less. She knew the facts of life, but like most girls didn't realize how big a man's penis was compared to those they glimpsed on little boys. She asked if she could touch it, and that was entirely fine with me, so she fondled it for some time, which I found sweetly erotic. I was still interested in her pleasure. I repositioned us to put my head between her legs and used my tongue in her little labial crack, gently stroking the tiny clitoris. She came again, quicker than before and stronger. I told her that was the way a man felt when he put his sperm in a woman to make a baby. I realized I was giving her a little hint, and was delighted when she took it, eager to help me feel that same good feeling she had been feeling, so I lay on my back and she started fondling my penis awkwardly. I gave her a few tips. She asked if she could kiss it and I readily gave her permission. After her initial kisses she licked it from various angles, then took the tip in her mouth. I am not usually a big fan of oral sex, but since she did not have a vagina I could enter, this was the next best thing. It felt wonderful. Her hands were idly massaging my pubic hair and scrotum and the lower part of my shaft while she mouthed the tip of my penis, and I was gasping with delight. She suddenly had the idea to flick her tongue, really fast, right on my tip. It was electrifying. I barely had time to get her mouth off my penis before I started coming. The first glob landed in my hair, the next on my chest and plenty more made my stomach area a giant mess. I was moaning and breathing very fast. Her eyes were like saucers. "That's the stuff that makes babies?" she asked, and I nodded. So she took some of the slippery stuff on her fingers, smelled it, looked at it, and after a moment of thought pressed some all around her labia, some into her waiting, sleeping vagina too. She knew full well it wouldn't make any baby in her, but she was playing with the idea. I cleaned up. Who knows how many thousands of babies those goops would have started, but it was no time to think that way. I hesitantly slid my finger down to her semen-lubricated labial crack, and she enthusiastically welcomed more stimulation with this different lubricant. She promptly came again. We ordered in some supper and slept the night together. Every so often I would awaken to feel her soft small form beside me, her chest gently rising and falling. In the morning her six-year-old persona came to the fore, and this part of her needed to be off down to the center to do six-year-old things. She visited me twice more, and I luxuriantly caressed her all over in similar mesmerizing ways. She had orgasms a couple times each visit, but she didn't ask me to strip again. The game plan was that we would keep little girls for at most a few weeks. We had a little farewell visit. I was quite sad but kept my composure. Annie was the sort of girl I had dreamed of when I first confessed my inclinations to Francoise. Most little girls came to the center with their parents, or at least their mothers. Annie's parents had sent her alone, and we wondered a bit about just how warm they were. Annie became pretty attached to Ruth, one of the women who worked with the little girls. Six months after she left, Annie's parents were killed in a car crash. Any number of couples would have done anything to adopt her, but she wanted only one person: Ruth. I happily agreed to let her come stay with Ruth in the training center as long as she wanted. She didn't grieve quite as much as one would think -- it really was as if Ruth was the first really special parent she had. After a couple months, she started asking if she could see me again. At first everyone discouraged her, wondering if perhaps she was trying to work out feelings about her father. But she was pretty clear about it -- and I was delighted. Annie was a very sexy little girl, in the sense that she was interested in and fascinated by sex, even at the age of seven (by now). So she did resume her visits up to me, which made me ecstatic. At our most intimate I would still lick her clitoris until she came. We also explored the purely visual. I loved looking at her in all different ways, various states of dress and undress and various positions and motions. Annie was up at the Residence a lot, and she learned our basic purpose: that I was producing semen and we were capturing it to make babies for the whole world. Whenever she left I had raced out to find one nymph after another to thrust into quickly and grace with my semen, to relieve my excitement built up from being with her. (Nymphs learned that when I was with Annie was a good time to hang out nearby.) But I couldn't always wait for the end. She saw me leave some of our sessions rather precipitously, promising to come back in a couple minutes. I would race around the corner and find a nymph to explode into as my glans was barely inside her vaginal opening. So I would come back breathing hard. I told her what she really knew already: that she really turned me on, making me want to release semen, but I had to put it inside a woman instead of splattering it all over me or her. Early on I would be sure to close and lock the door to the nymph's room, but sometimes in my haste I forgot. And one day I was mounted on Kyla from the rear, straining inward as images of Annie danced before my eyes when I heard a noise and looked behind me. Annie herself was standing there with a big smile on her face. She saw Kyla bent over the bed, facing away from her, with her perfectly-proportioned butt stuck up in the air. She saw me behind Kyla, with my trousers and underpants barely down to my knees. She saw my hands pressing the two of us together. She didn't see my penis way up inside Kyla, spurting away. I got a little flustered, Kyla more so. We apologized, and I withdrew and raised my pants while Kyla ran off to the bathroom a little more hastily than usual to whirr. Annie wanted to see more. It made sense. I was touching her all over, making her come regularly, and she was arousing me thoroughly, but then I was out the door to consummate the experience with someone else. She understood I couldn't come inside her -- she had seen my penis once, and could tell it wouldn't fit in her. But other than that, she didn't want to be treated like a kid. We decided to take some steps to accommodate her on a trial basis. Based on discrete inquiries, we found Wanda, a nymph who was OK with actually participating in sexual activities with little girls and seeing me be sexual with them. We let Annie examine Wanda's private parts, which in a way hit home more than seeing me naked, since she could see how her little girl parts could grow to be like Wanda's -- huge, as she saw it. One day Wanda showed her how she masturbated, and Annie got to have two fingers up her vagina to feel the contractions when Wanda came. I was standing by watching intently, naked and aroused; the next step was for me to enter Wanda while she watched. But Annie did something I didn't expect. She took a generous serving of Wanda's thick secretions in her left hand, pulled the waistband of her panties out a little with her right, and slowly slid those fingers down inside to fondle herself -- as her eyes went from my penis to my face and back with a dreamy smile. I felt my head spinning and the next thing I knew a glob of semen splatted on Annie's shoulder, and then a big spurt landed right on her fingers that were sliding inside the panties. Annie laughed, and I think Wanda would have, except her training made her more circumspect. I didn't realize I would find Annie's explorations so overwhelmingly arousing that I couldn't wait to get inside Wanda. Annie looked at her fingers covered with both kinds of secretions and slid them deeper down her panties. She looked up at me again with that sort of dreamy but sexy smile as she fondled herself. She stroked my softening penis gently with her right hand while she rubbed her left inside her panties. The penis grew again. When she caught her breath she said "Come here, Mr. Penis." and she then led me by the penis the short step or two towards Wanda, as before with her crotch right at the edge of the bed. So Annie spread Wanda's outer labia a little farther apart as my tip came closer. She watched carefully as my glans kissed up against the labia, then Annie had her hand around the base of my penis and she tugged, to see the glans go past the outer labia to where the inner labia made a narrower opening, and got her face up really close to see the glans slowly disappear, tugging Wanda's inner labia in as it went. She said, "That's where you're supposed to go to the bathroom, Mr. Penis." This childlike formulation startled me with delight and led to an explosive lust. I lunged forward, so the whole length of my shaft very quickly disappeared into Wanda, in the process mashing Annie's fingers that had been on the base of my penis between my pubic hair and Wanda's. Annie's head got trapped between our bodies. I let out a roar and spurted so hard inside Wanda that the force of the explosion hurt, then two, three more times, all the while holding Wanda ferociously tight. Coming to my senses I then withdrew, freeing Annie's fingers and head. She massaged her fingers while looking up at me in awe of the tremendous physical forces that my passion could unleash. Wanda got up to do the whirring, and after a moment looking at me Annie trotted along behind her to watch while I clutched the side of the bed and panted. I wanted to integrate Annie with the nymphs. While I was at it, I reconsidered some of our other boundaries. I invited Julie, one of my first girlfriends and now a resident of the family wing, to come join us now and then. I thought this kind of group sex might appeal to her, and I was right. We also asked a couple of my 12- and 13-year-olds who I had broken in thoroughly if they wanted to join us -- ones who seemed temperamentally well-suited for it. They were usually eager participants, and I adored the variety they lent. Sex involving a girl Annie's age was not something the nymphs had trained for, and two couldn't deal with the idea of child sexual abuse and left my service. The others got on board; they were already selected for open-mindedness, and adding a willing and eager little girl to the mix for the sake of humanity was OK with them. It helped that Annie could so clearly articulate her self-assurance and desire to go ahead with this to please me. In one of our first encounters she got Tina in doggy position, and pushed me over to her by the butt. I was eager to see what she would come up with. She gently fondled my penis, already hard, stroking her fingers down the length of it. She gently cupped my priceless testicles hanging in their sac. She said, "OK, spermies, get ready!" And then she gently kissed the tip of my penis and said, "Have a nice time, Mr. Penis!" and then pulled Tina back so she started to envelop my penis. Annie had learned from her experience with Wanda to get out of the way at that point, as I pressed all the way into Tina and thrust away as deep as I could go, and Annie got to watch my shaft go in and out fast, at each end flipping Tina's inner labia so they dragged outward as I was going out, then turned around and got pushed inside as I went inside. She got to see my testicles as they rose in their sac to hug the base of my penis just as I ejaculated way up inside Tina. A few times Annie got me right near the opening to some nymph's vagina and then took the tip of my penis in her mouth, rolled it around, and flicked it with her tongue. I started surging, and just as I was about to come she quickly took her mouth away and aimed my penis right into 'the toilet'. I pushed in and came, awash in ecstasy. Annie was a sort of shadow sometimes. A nymph lay on her back, and Annie lay on top of the nymph on her back with her head above the nymph's and her own legs spread wide. As I was entering the nymph, I saw Annie holding her labia open with one hand, and slowly moving her finger up her inner labia to her clitoris as she came close to orgasm herself. When I approached from the rear a nymph with her skirt down, Annie positioned herself beside her, also in doggy position, and when I flipped up the nymph's skirt as my penis sidled into position, Annie flipped hers up too. Annie got so she could lubricate her own little finger and push it way up her vagina. Sometimes she watched my rhythm inside the nymph and matched it with her own finger's motion. Sometimes I was face to face with a nymph on our sides, and Annie slid in from the direction of our heads and inserted her butt between us, so her labia were right in front of my face, holding her top knee up in the air with one hand. I would lick her labia and try to time her orgasm with my own. Annie sometimes clung to my back, shaking her gorgeous blond hair so it went around the side of my head and tickled my cheeks. She whispered things in my ears. "Spermies, ready? Spermies, march!" was one. I continued my private sessions with Annie as well. She suggested I slide my lubricated little finger up her vagina, something we both liked a lot as a new twist on our earlier lovemaking. ------------- Public Relations We had started our program with underage girls in secrecy, but to no one's surprise the secret was out within weeks of our approaching families. John Smith was recruiting girls for sex. There was outrage. We did the best we could. We noted that this was done with the consent of the parents and children. As time went on we gathered some empirical evidence. We noted how the girls were repeatedly reminded they could leave at any moment, and none ever did. We had statements from parents and the girls about how happy many of them were, and what a cool experience it had been. The few children who had felt uncomfortable had been offered ample support and validation and therapy. Panels of psychologists and social workers could not tell the alumnae of my program apart from a control group. It may have blunted the outrage some, but not much. I was troubled. Significant sectors of the population now held me in contempt as a sort of despot, which was not at all how I saw myself. I might be necessary, but they now saw me as evil. Population percentage started dipping a little. Talking with Francoise and others I began to get the picture. My staff were OK with what I was doing because they understood why I was doing it. If others were to forgive me, they would have to understand that too. This truth would not be easily received, because it sounded very self-serving. I just had to abuse children or else my powers would diminish. Yeah, right. What did the public know about our entire enterprise? They knew that egg donors from all over the world came to Sperm Central in Colorado to have those eggs fertilized. They knew there had been ups and downs in how many eggs could be handled. They knew that there was a personal staff up on the mountain with me, including a very select group of women who volunteered their services -- what we inside the operation called nymphs. The assumption about this sexual license was that I was using my power for personal pleasure. It was among consenting adults, so it wasn't a big deal. When that power extended to procuring children for sex, that was a different matter. So we told the truth in its essential aspects. My book was a runaway bestseller -- all proceeds were donated to charity. It traced how the early drops in embryo counts had been countered by my getting a regular girlfriend, and then harvesting semen from inside of her instead of from masturbation samples. How further drops had been countered by getting two other women who I had adored in high school -- with their full consent. How I had treated them all well. How I had set up the nymph program to stem another drop, and had dramatically increased embryo counts above their earlier heights. What I found sexually exciting increased the embryo counts. I frankly stated my complex feelings about the girls. I was attracted to them and felt no shame about that. I would not have acted on those impulses under any ordinary circumstances, and sent the clearest message I could to those in the wider world that I did not condone sex with children. I decided I did need to act on my impulses for the sake of the world. I put significant resources into doing the very best I could to minimize the bad effects on the girls. Despite the predominant wisdom in the culture, with screening and preparation and follow-up those effects could be almost nil. Indeed, there were many girls who spoke of how great it had been for them. There were none with significant complaints. And then I described how having put all that in place, I did not deny that I found my encounters with girls tremendously exciting and fulfilling. This helped some but did not eliminate the outrage. What gave people pause was the limited ways in which I had used my power. I could have been sadistic or played dominance games. I could have kept girls or women against their will. I could have raped them. I could have threatened women or girls or their families who got in my way. But I hadn't. Instead, they heard stories of girls and women who I had gently ushered out of my bedroom because I sensed that they had misgivings. No journalist could break a big story because there was no big story to break. All they could find was consent, kindness, and fair dealing. More and more voices started saying we should be thankful that the man who was cast into the role of the savior of humanity was a decent guy, whom power had not corrupted. There came to be religious overtones to how I was viewed. This God did ask for virgins, but not to kill or degrade. He asked for volunteers, turned away some of them for their own good, and he made love to the ones he accepted and then released them, even though many would have stayed. With the program out in the open, our applications went up tremendously. A great many big girls were very enthusiastic given the glowing reports from the alumnae. Little girls applicants were less common, but there was a great deal more support than we got before when we were making secret inquiries of carefully screened families. The biggest change was that instead of a family being shunned if they sent a little girl to my program it was accepted as a valid choice. And eventually it moved to being seen as a noble choice. ---------- Sue Annie was spending so much time up at the Residence that she and Ruth came to live there. We made a separate apartment off the Sex wing for them. But she spent a lot of time with the nymphs too, who adored her and spoiled her. Annie certainly didn't live a normal child's life. She had no contact with my own four children in the family wing, with Sally and Julie, or any other children. She was home-schooled by Ruth. With the increase in our applicant pool among little girls, our screening could be more refined. There was one little girl who ended up being on Annie's level in terms of charm, sexual appetite, and personality. Things developed a little differently with Sue. After some lap explorations fully clothed, I had her just stand next to a bed wearing a frilly pink dress and sneakers. She had shy look that Annie had never had, a look I found very alluring. I lifted her long brown hair up off the back of her dress and ran it through my hands. Facing her, I unbuttoned the top button of her pink dress. I carefully slid my hand down the front for a minute or two, stroking the skin of her chest. She sighed and rubbed against my hand a little too. Then I got down on my knees on the floor, and slid my hand under her dress, slowly up the inside of her thigh, stroking gently, but going a little higher each time until I touched the cloth of her panties. She gave a shy smile. I paused a moment to relish the reality of my arm out of sight, up under her dress, my fingers gently stroking the front of her panties. Moving my hand around behind her I felt her little butt and squeezed it. I had her move her legs a little farther apart, and used a couple fingers to massage the spot where her legs came together. Snaking my finger around the edge of her panties I felt the smooth flesh inside. I carefully traced the contours of her labia, and gently moved up and down the outside of her little slit. She looked so innocent and demure. I then reached up under her dress with both my hands and gently tugged her panties down. I put my hand back to massage her slit again. This was just too exciting! I got up, preparing to race out to find a nymph to take my seed, but after concentrating a moment decided I could hold it and turned back to Sue. In just those few seconds she had pulled her panties back up and her dress back down and was looking at me very innocently. I asked her to slowly raise her dress up, and she said with an coy grin that she would think about it. After a few seconds of thought some thigh came into view. She had a teasing look as she showed a little more, then more, and her white panties were then in view. She kept raising it until I could see her bellybutton. Then she quickly let her dress fall down again with a little impish smile. I picked up the hem and raised it myself, and when it was up that high again had her slowly start pulling the panties down, just a little at a time, until the slit was visible. And then she kept slowly pulling them down until she let them drop to her ankles. At my request she held the front of her dress up. I sat down on the floor in front of her as she stood against the bed and smelled her stomach and her chest, but my head was soon at her little labial slit, and my tongue almost of its own accord found it, and moved up and down for several minutes. With the whole area wet with saliva, I gently pulled her labia apart a little with my fingers and started licking inside, moving up and down. Her breathing pattern changed. She was no longer in a coy mood. She started squirming a little, so I stopped. Then she let her dress drop down so my head and her private parts were in a cozy little tent. She braced her little butt against the bed, bent her knees and spread her legs apart a little more, and then she pressed her pelvis forward so her labia were even easier to get at. I returned my tongue to her labial crack and started licking and licking. I could feel her little clitoris, and very gently licked that each time my tongue came to the top of a stroke. I could feel the tension building in her, and it built in me too. She started moving her pelvis restlessly, and finally she pressed her labia against my face hard and gasped and cried out. My head swam and I ejaculated right in my pants, then I eased back out from under her dress, dazed. She flopped back on the bed and pulled her dress down to cover herself and lay there panting. I had been trying to hold it long enough to get to a nymph, but no such luck. I had wet my pants, so to speak, but it was worth it. Now I could treasure the moment uninterrupted. I lay down next to her, and after a few minutes she turned to me with a big smile on her face and snuggled up against me. After five minutes she fell asleep, and even though my sticky semen was drying, I stayed there for a full hour until she awoke. Sue came back soon, and then often. She wanted more, and I gave her more. She wanted to see what was in my pants, so I showed her a very hard penis. As I lay on my back she played with it and rubbed it, and was rewarded with the sight of semen suddenly spurting out the very end onto my own chest as I moaned with pleasure. Sue's parents were very supportive of my program, and Sue herself wanted to stay, so we made an exception for her and she stayed for many months. Her education went much like Annie's but progressed faster. It was with the arrival of Sue that I developed a passion for coming in nymphs just watching what she did on her own, not touching me. I engaged in a lot of sex with my nymphs in doggy position, since that left me upright and free to view whatever Sue was doing. The nymphs pretty often came while I was watching, but kept their orgasms quiet so as not to distract me. Sometimes I felt the little contractions in the outer part of their vaginas. It surprised me sometimes how simple things could excite me so much. Twelve-year-old Mary had been with us for three weeks and had a prodigious sexual appetite, and today she was taking the role of a "guest nymph". I had mounted her from the rear and was thrusting away with great pleasure. Sue skipped around the corner and gave me her shy smile, which was exciting enough. But then she lifted her dress slowly until her panties were showing. I nearly came right then, but controlled myself. Sue turned her butt to me, lifted her dress up and pulled her panties down just a little. That sent me over the edge; I went crazy with powerful thrusts and came inside Mary's 12-year-old hungry vagina. On another day she lifted her dress up slowly, revealing as she reached where her legs came together that she had no panties, and she surprised me by peeing right on the floor, standing where she was. I could see the stream of pee bubbling out from between her labia, some running down her leg and some streaming a little away from her. From the surprise and intensity of its allure I actually started fainting in the middle of my orgasm, falling to the side as my penis sprang out, the third spurt falling on me instead of in the nymph. I had ideas too, and one of them I found very special. I lay on my back with a nymph straddling me, humping away in earnest, and then I had Sue stand up on the bed with her feet on either side of my shoulders. I shifted my head a little to look up her dress. I moved my hands all over the inside of her thighs, and all around the outside of her panties. I snaked my fingers inside the hem to touch her labia and feel the smooth skin. Then I reached up with both hands to gently tug her panties down, then spread her labia apart with my fingers to peek. That tipped me over the edge and I came inside the nymph with a powerful surge at just that moment. I was enjoying the nymph's silky vagina and mature womanly parts and her urgency, but also taking in Sue's very essence. So my crazy lust was for the two of them, but the nymph took my semen for them both. --------------- The dynamic duo Sue was the first little girl who seemed like she might stay a while, so Annie took an interest in her and coached her. The two of them took to each other and became fast friends. They shared a hunger to explore their own sexuality. Their rarer common bond was a desire to find novel and exciting ways to turn me on and hear me cry out as I lunged deep into yet another nymph. Not all their ideas worked. I didn't like anything anal, and I didn't like things that hurt, like spanking. Here are just a few of the things I remember of what Annie and Sue did: They faced each other, and while staring at each other each raised her own dress a little, showing more and more leg until their panties both came into view at once. They then flung their dresses away, and each put her hand down the front of her own panties and massaged for a while. Then Annie withdrew her hand and put it down the front of Sue's panties, and Sue likewise transferred her hand over to Annie's. They started kissing and massaging each other. That one always made me surge up inside my nymph. Another time Sue and Annie were standing on the floor naked, with their arms around each other one's necks, gently rubbed their labia together, up and down. Then without warning Annie took Sue and pushed her back on the facing bed, spread her legs apart, and acted just like I would have acted, including all the thrusting, except of course she had nothing to thrust with. But it was terribly exciting, I had a huge orgasm. Sometimes I had to beg them to pause a little between exciting things so I could take a little break. I wanted to kiss and thank the departing nymph, catch my breath, and then appreciate the next gorgeous nymph's butt before sliding my penis in. One day they lay on the bed, with their feet towards me, but one knee up in the air so I could see what was happening between their legs. They massaged each other's clitoris and labia. I adored that. Then each put her middle finger into the other's vagina, a little at first but then deeper and deeper, moving in and out. I distinctly remember one time I was tired out from so much humping nymphs from the rear that I was on my back. Gina was a 12-year-old who I had been having sex with regularly for the last week, and as a special treat for me (and her) she was playing the role of a nymph. I had motioned for her to descend to engulf me -- even though I was tired, I wanted to feel my penis pressed inside her. Annie and Sue wanted her to wait, and I was always eager to see what the two little ones had up their sleeve. Sue lay down on one side of me and Annie on the other, and each lifted her top leg over me, each wriggling her private parts seductively against my hip bones. Annie lay on top of me, her blond hair tickling my face, and she kissed me in a gentle and provocative way, and I responded. That was nothing new in itself, but no less sweet and wonderful for its familiarity. Sue positioned herself down below, between my legs, and took the tip of my penis in her mouth. She gently stroked my scrotum and the base of my penis, and then loved the tip with her warm, sweet mouth. As I got more excited, she started flicking her tongue really fast right on my tip. Annie had done that one of the first few times I met her, and I had succeeded in getting her face off of me so I didn't come in her mouth. Sue had no intention of being dislodged, though that was difficult to even attempt with Annie lying on me. My view of her was blocked by Annie's body, but I pictured Sue's sweet face enveloping my penis and I strained upward and emptied my loins in ecstasy right into her mouth. Feeling my orgasm subside, Annie slid off of me to the side. Sue crawled up my chest and opened her mouth so my semen slid out and formed a pool on my chest. The two girls then put their fingers in it and spread it on their own labia. They started giggling as they competed for the last couple fingerfuls. Annie moved out to my left side on the bed, extending my arm straight out to the side. She whispered in my ear, "Give me the finger!" She then scooched out to where my hand was. I was not at all angry with my dear Annie, but I figured she knew what she was doing, and even at my age there was a little touch of excitement at making that naughty hand-sign. I made a fist and put my middle finger straight up. She then descended on it, with her legs spread to the side in a W formation but facing the head of the bed, working slowly up and down until my finger was up inside her. The knuckles of my other fingers were then positioned to press against her vulva, and my thumb right at her clitoris. Sue whispered in my other ear, "Me too. Give me the finger!" So she did the same thing on the other side. My arms were spread wide, and I was literally performing the "up yours" implied by the hand sign, though in this case it was the sweet welcoming vagina that it was "up". Sue then gestured to the adolescent Gina, who smiled and shook her head in amazement at what she saw, but then moved below the two girls and engulfed my upward-jutting penis inside her. I then had one middle finger in Sue, the other in Annie, and my penis inside Gina. It is in the nature of the male to want to insert, to be engulfed, that defines his most primitive sexuality. Inserting a finger into a vagina is exciting as part of foreplay, and of course inserting a penis is the very essence of the act. My instinct was now satisfied three times at once. Each of the girls was proving that she welcomed the intrusion as she moved against me, getting just the right pressure and rhythm and jerky little ups and downs as her excitement grew. By wiggling my thumbs I was actively contributing to their pleasure too. Gina was making similar ups and downs and jerky movements as her pleasure grew. This was truly heavenly. I tried to hold out, and Gina herself would have cooperated, but her vagina was telling me in no uncertain terms that it wanted some semen in it, and it did not want to wait any longer. The vagina won. So with my eyes locked on her perfect, smiling face, I came just as she did, lunging upwards so my spurts matched her powerful contractions. Sue and Annie took it in and redoubled their efforts. Sue's jerky rhythm got more intense and in a few seconds she came, followed a few seconds later by Annie. I had the momentary image of ejaculating semen out the tip of each middle finger. As young as they were, I could faintly feel the contractions in the lower part of their vaginas as they came. We repeated that trinity of insertions many times, one finger each in my little girls and one penis in a nymph. --------------- The fundamental desire Annie and Sue both liked to see my sexual apparatus out in the open. They saw it in action day in and day out, my penis sliding erect into a nymph. Then a few minutes (or seconds) later they saw it slide out. They could see the lower part of my shaft going in and out, and my scrotum going back and forth, but my pleasure and my ejaculation were deep inside the nymph. Sue in particular occasionally liked to push me onto my back, and after kissing and fondling my penis -- which was plenty sufficient to give me a straining erection -- she would hold it in her small hand, and jerk up and down. She liked watching me tense and strain upward as the globs of semen flew through the air. We discovered that a modified whirrer could harvest semen when it landed on my skin like that. The counts had not been good way back in the old days when it was just me all alone giving myself a hand job, but in these social situations with little girls, the counts were pretty good. A nymph's vagina was not always necessary. One thing they both liked was using my penis a little like a squirt gun. One day they were both huddled with their long hair spread over my pelvis every which way, their faces right at my penis. Annie first had me extremely excited by the ministrations of her mouth, then finished me off with some hand strokes, but instead of letting the semen land up on my chest and stomach, she quick pointed it so it was Sue's face that got the sticky globs. Sue was startled at first, but they were soon both in hysterics. On a couple other occasions one of them tried lying with her mouth open a foot away, the other seeing if she could aim a spurt to land right in the open mouth, but that didn't work. The trajectory of my spurts wasn't predictable enough. One thing I liked was to poke my penis inside panties from various angles and rub against the cloth or labia in some combination and make a little mess in the panties. Sue consulted with Annie and they devised a plan. They had me stand facing a bed which was adjusted to just the right height. Annie lay back on the bed with her crotch facing me and her legs wide apart. Her labia were very near the edge of the bed, only a few inches from my penis. Sue stroked me until I was very hard. Annie held her labia apart and looked at me alluringly, and Sue aimed my penis right at Annie's vagina. I think she was prepared to stroke me to orgasm, but she didn't have a chance. My penis was twitching as she aimed it, and the moment Annie spread her labia I lost control momentarily. I lunged forward and ejaculated, groaning with the intensity of the orgasm. My glans pressed with some force against Annie's inner labia as I spurted. It wasn't enough for me to start penetrating her, but both girls were a little quiet for a few seconds. Their plan had been for my penis to spurt semen right onto Annie's vulva, but not to press hard against it. Their plan was foiled because I hadn't totally controlled my deepest impulses. This was something we all wanted to try again, but next time I was considerably farther away. I wanted to be closer, but didn't want to risk penetration and didn't want to have to hold back my impulses. So the staff constructed a device where my penis could strain forward, but there were firm cushions out several inches on either side that kept me from going forward too much, no matter how hard I pushed. The whole device was firmly anchored to the floor. With a little pre-calibration, I could lunge forward with all my strength, and watch the tip of my penis touch right up against the little girl's labia, pressing them in just a little bit while my semen shot right up against her vaginal opening. Obviously what I really wanted at some level was to consummate true sexual intercourse and thrust inside Sue and Annie to ejaculate deep inside them. But that just wouldn't work. I was too big. They were too small. Annie had an idea. They got my staff to fashion a couple miniature replicas of my penis, about the size of my middle finger. Now while I moved into missionary position with a nymph, Annie could lie on the nymph's stomach with her vulva facing me, and then slide the miniature in and out to match my own rhythm exactly. The first couple times there was no rhythm to match because I came just watching the miniature slide into Annie. It was nymph Amanda who had the next idea involving a fairly elaborate apparatus. First we constructed a fake vagina, fastened to the same immobile frame that kept me from pushing too far forward. The inside was heated and lubricated so it was remarkably like a nymph's. We then made a moving assembly that had one of the miniature penises sticking straight forward like an extension of mine. Behind, it was attached to tracks to restrict its motion to forward and back, that motion controlled by my pelvis. There was a mini-funnel right at the tip of my penis leading to a model urethra inside the model penis. All but the very tip of my penis was still free to take pleasure from sliding against the fake vagina. When all was assembled I could push the model penis into Annie or Sue's vagina, and when I ejaculated, the fluid surging out of me would travel the length of the miniature and spurt out its end. I could strain forward as far as I wanted but the penis would not go deeper than planned. First I fondled Annie all over, and licked her labia and clitoris until she was very excited. She then slid into position and I slid into my apparatus. Holding her labia apart gently, I gently pushed the miniature against her, and just as I saw it touch, I felt my own penis touch the fake vagina. I slid in slowly, but Annie was in no discomfort. Quite the opposite. She came after I thrust for a minute, and I convulsed with a huge orgasm. I felt myself spurt, and a couple seconds later I saw some of my semen sliding back out of Annie's vagina. That orgasm was suffused with something different, some very deep part of me deeply satisfied. I couldn't get enough of this. On the first day I did the same thing with Sue, then did it again with Annie, then Sue, then Annie, then Sue, and then Annie before stopping due to exhaustion. The girls didn't have orgasms every time, but they were beaming with delight. They wanted me inside them too. There was a large surge in semen effectiveness. Extra egg donors were flown in and put in temporary housing to accommodate my increased potency. The world had a baby boom starting nine months later. As the weeks went by, Sue and Annie compared notes and then told the staff that the miniature penises no longer gave them that same full feeling they loved. First the staff fashioned slightly larger penises, then slightly larger, then we decided to talk to their doctors. The gynecologist and pediatrician discovered that their vaginas were maturing sexually. Nothing else was -- no breasts and no pubic hair, for instance, but their vaginas were getting deeper and bigger, and providing more lubrication just like a woman's would. The most likely cause was the semen that I delivered inside them. Most of it slid out, but some stayed inside, bathing their vaginal tissues. Semen has powerful hormonal components, including prostaglandins. Apparently this triggered sexual maturation of the vagina. This finding had never before been reported, but then no little girls had been doing what Annie and Sue were. The model penises kept getting bigger and bigger. One day Annie's was as big as my own penis. I met Annie up in the highest turret of the Residence. We did all of our usual making out. Then came the moment when I lowered myself on top of her, and ever so gently pressed my glans against her labia. There was no apparatus, just two naked humans on a bed. The labia gave way easily. I went in farther, a little at a time, and was thrilled by the perfect fit. Then I was in to the hilt, and started sliding back and forth slowly, then faster. What I saw was Annie's lovely blonde hair and blue eyes and pretty face, her totally flat chest and breast buds, and her narrow waist and hips. A child's body, from top to bottom -- except where my penis was. As my strokes got faster I felt her tensing up. We had our eyes locked on each other, and I gave my tremendous surge just as she had her own orgasm. Barely able to hold myself up, I flopped down beside her and we hugged side by side. I started crying for joy, and she did too. We didn't let go for a long time. We did it two more times, and although I wouldn't have pushed it, Annie made quick trips to the bathroom to do her own whirring, proud to finally be a full part of the fertilization project. She harvested from her vagina some of the most effective semen ever collected. Sue reached the same point a couple months later, and we had a similarly spectacular time. I mounted dear Sue in a little alcove under some pines She got shy again for the occasion. Her body was just as much a little girl's body as Annie's, though a little different, of course. Sue whirred too. The baby boom continued. It increased. ------------ Change Sue had parents and a family who she had been in touch with regularly. They were staunch supporters of my enterprise and had been very liberal in terms of loaning me their little girl. However, they wanted her back. Although Sue had very mixed feelings, on balance she wanted to go back too. It was a tearful farewell over the course of many days, the last few sessions just hugging and talking with no sex. Annie stayed. After two years Penelope made it known she would be willing to work for me again, and I took her back in a flash. That meant a great deal to me (worth a 0.5% increase in replacement percentage). I had originally chosen Penelope because I sensed in her an incorruptible moral sense. That moral sense had been unable to accept my having sex with little girls. Her principles were immune to any cost-benefit analysis. While she hadn't changed her moral code itself, the way she interpreted my pedophilic behavior and its relationship to humanity had adjusted slightly. -------------- In the Dark My staff arranged many little surprises for me to keep things interesting. In a particularly memorable one, I first went into a dark antechamber, where the sign in elaborate old-fashioned script read "Nudity and silence are recommended", and the door closed behind me, leaving me in complete darkness as I stripped. As I opened the door to the room itself I never had the slightest glimpse of what was inside. But I heard rustling noises. I started groping my way forward. There was a bed in front of me, and I found a naked foot, and followed it up to a knee. I could have gone higher, but wanted to orient myself to this new room a little more. Groping along the side of that bed I ran into a shoulder, though it couldn't have been of the same person. Then I ran into a shoe. I followed that shoe and sock up to a calf, and a knee, and kept going this time. There was no sign of a dress or skirt. As I reached the top of the thigh, there between her legs were hair and labia unobstructed by panties. I followed up farther and found a stomach and a pair of breasts that felt perfect. Then there was a face, and a head with short hair. But I wasn't ready to commit myself quite yet. My feet then nearly stumbled over a mattress on the floor, but when I bent down I found a dress, and I found it erotic to get oriented by feel to what was wearing the dress. It was a person on her stomach. I reached my hand up under the dress, and as I did the legs moved apart a little. Where they met was a pair of panties. I hesitated just a moment before I slid my fingers around inside, and met with silky smooth labia, which I stroked a little. My erection was rock-solid. I could feel next to this person a leg with pantyhose on. There was a lot in this room. It was time to dive in. I got a definite sense I was going to appreciate the performance-enhancing drugs that let me keep my erection and have a great many orgasms in a short period of time. So I moved back to the body with the shoe on the foot, and worked my way up one leg and down the other, finding a shoe on the other foot too before returning to the soft pubic hair and labia. I took the shoes off and lay my body down on top of this woman, and felt around her face to find her lips and started kissing her, which she reciprocated with enthusiasm. We kissed for a while, and I massaged her breasts before exploring between her legs. She was quite wet inside. She found my penis and was pointing it in the direction of her vagina. So I followed her lead and slid in, and then pumped away slowly, then faster. She was thrusting up against me, definitely reciprocating. I had a strong orgasm up inside this mystery woman, with several spurts. In line with the theme, I tried to stay quiet, and so did she, but we were both breathing heavily. As I lay resting, a pair of hands started enticingly sliding up the inside of my thighs. Someone also took my left hand and gently moved to press it into her crotch, which was pretty much smooth with a little hair. The labia and regions within were thoroughly lubricated. A finger fit inside easily, but two was tight. I slid off my first woman to explore the rest of this new one. She had rather large breasts up under her loose-fitting shirt which had slid down to the sides. I found her face under some long hair, and started kissing as the rest of my body got into position. She spread her legs wide when given a nudge. Since two fingers had not fit comfortably despite the thorough engorgement and lubrication of her vulva, I presumed she was a virgin. This was probably going to hurt her, but then she was encouraging me. While I kissed her I found both her hands and interlocked our fingers, and then I pressed her arms in close to her body, enveloping her. I sucked each breast just a little, and then I pressed my penis with increasing force and having pressed through her hymen I slid in. She gasped slightly. After I had worked my way in deep with a few strokes, I felt like making this quick. I thrust hard and I came engulfed by a storm of pleasure, feeling strong semen spurts safely delivered up inside her. There were hands fondling various parts of me, but for the moment I was just resting in the afterglow with my young virgin. As I recovered, one pair of hands was gently pulling me onto my back, and I followed that lead. There was a lot of motion then. Someone was breathing in my ear and nibbling it, and it seemed like a small girl, which I verified by quickly sliding my hand down the length of her small torso and under her dress, and then down inside the front of her panties to find smooth labia. She rubbed against me in a gentle but sexual way. Someone else found that arm and gently pulled it and my other hand up in the air above my chest, where they landed on a pair of breasts, and then down from there to some hips and a fully mature female crotch which was rapidly descending. One of the hands found my hard penis and guided it into the natural opening in this female crotch as it descended. I could have steered things differently, but I was delighted to feel my penis swallowed up inside a hot, slick but almost sticky vagina as the crotch descended right onto me. The crotch began to slide up and down with great urgency, and within not too many seconds I felt the body tense, and a holding of breath, and then little contractions as the crotch locked itself down on me tightly. I had a mild orgasm and ejaculated at the same time, feeling my gentle spurts match her contractions. I couldn't help let out a groan of pleasure, and it seemed like there was a rustle all around the room. I happened to put my arm up and ran into a mechanical device being passed above me. I grabbed it and quickly determined that it was clearly a whirrer, but I had not heard any whirring. A silent variant, I guess. This device was gliding into the vaginas I had ejaculated inside to harvest my semen. I surmised the little vials were being passed around to one or more holes in the wall. This was quite the operation, for total darkness. The assertive crotch that had engulfed me disengaged and moved away, and there was other motion. Something landed on my chest almost at my neck. Using my hands I determined this was another young girl. She felt no bigger than a girl of four or so, though we didn't take girls that young. I had recently entertained an especially small six-year-old, and probably I was meeting her here again. I felt all around her lovely shortish hair and face. I soaked up her delicious little-girl smell. Her tiny hands were scoping out my head too, and as they did she wriggled towards me so her crotch was right at my face. I sniffed her delicious labia, then started licking them in earnest. She squirmed a little, but she was not trying to get away. While I was doing that, a pair of lips started kissing my penis, and tentatively moved over the tip. I didn't give any body language to object, so the lips took me in and started licking to very tantalizing effect. Someone was racing hands up and down the inside of my thighs alluringly; it might have been the same person, but it was hard to tell. Some hand took my right hand and gently placed it at a new and different set of female parts, and then invited me to slide a finger into her vagina, while her associated labial parts including clitoris were in my hand. I slid my finger in and out, and she rubbed against me gently but with an unmistakable sexual urgency. Someone found my other hand and was guiding it somewhere else, but I drew back. I needed some part of me free. I used that left hand to feel more clearly the outlines of the sweet little girl whose clitoris my tongue was licking at gently. She became a little tense and spread her legs wider so her crotch pressed on my face more. The mouth that was over my penis flicked its tongue fast, and the waves of pleasure surged rapidly and my head spun in pleasure as I came, shooting semen into that darling mouth, which if anything took my penis a little farther in. The little girl on my face didn't have the discipline of silence at that point, so she laughed in pleasure, and then yelped as she tensed for a few seconds. She then relaxed and was starting to slide off, but I held her gently with my left hand and lay her down flat on my chest, where I kissed and hugged her, and she snuggled against me. Meanwhile I sensed the mouth I had filled with semen was being gently vacuumed. I hugged the little girl for a few minutes, while the vagina and labia my right hand was in were getting soupier and soupier, and she kept going and going. Now I was feeling a little claustrophobic, so patting that soupy vagina farewell, I gently shook myself free, lying the little girl carefully on the bed after kissing her a few last times. I sat up from the bed and stood, then went back to the mattress on the floor, feeling my way around to get my bearings. There were various other bodies on it, and stepping carefully I got over the mattress and discovered two other beds in the room, each of them holding lots of woman and girl flesh. This was an amazing experience! I found a large body part with wool over it, and after diagnosing it found it was the rear end of a fully-grown woman with a skirt over it. The woman was on a mattress on the floor, the butt was sticking up in the air, and the rest of the woman trailed away on the mattress. That was good enough for me. I found lower down some knee socks, but nothing but smooth womanly flesh up under the skirt, ending in a pair of panties. The woman inside the panties wriggled against my hand. I wanted what was inside those panties, and I wanted it right that moment. So I pulled hard and felt the panties rip. I quickly maneuvered my torso up behind her while flipping up her skirt. With my hand up through the ripped panties, I found a set of labia with especially thick secretions, which I didn't even spread as I lunged my penis into her. The labia gave way and partly slid into her vagina with my penis, but after the next couple strokes they stayed outside. With one hand I felt her silky blouse and the bra underneath, but I was really thinking only of the enveloping hot sticky flesh up under the ripped panties, and after half a minute of vigorous thrusting I heaved up inside her and couldn't help a loud grunt as I felt my penis pulse, pulse, pulse as it delivered another load of semen, and pleasure spread like a warm bath down my legs and up my chest and out to the tips of my fingers. For some reason I wanted to stay in her, so I kept pressing in after I had finished coming, and after a minute or so my erection subsided and I pulled out. I stood and fended off the probing hands to rest for a couple minutes. I found another bed and it seemed it was just covered with women. Reaching back in a straight line from the edge there was an arm, a stomach, then two parallel arms, and another stomach, another two arms and yet another stomach. Following a parallel line to the left there between pairs of legs a mound and tuft of hair, and beyond that another mound and luxurious forest of hair, and beyond that another. Three pairs of breasts to my right. My body went into overdrive. I moved the leg nearest me out at right angles to the others, and found beneath the pubic bone a pair of hands, and when exploring between them found a very slick vaginal opening exposed, with the hands holding back the labia. So I jockeyed myself into position and thrust my hard penis into that vagina. I could slide smoothly to the end of that one very quickly, after which the hands left the labia and moved to my butt, pushing me down and in. Holding myself up on my hands, I thrust very fast and deep and felt another intense orgasm wash over me as I once again ejaculated, high up inside her. After a mere fifteen seconds or so I withdrew, because the woman to my left was stroking my face and chest. I moved over and the first woman got up. I then shoved this new woman's leg out at right angles to her body, using the space just vacated. I was in a frenzy, and did the most minimal check to make sure her vagina was somewhat lubricated, at least. I heaved into her, thrust ten times and came inside her, this new orgasm overlapping with the previous one. More hands were running over my legs and back and face, but I had one thing in mind. I gently nudged that woman out of the way as my hard penis withdrew from her. The last woman was almost falling off the bed. I scooched her over towards me and then rolled her on her side facing away, and I lifted her leg and she held it up. I felt between her legs for her vagina, centered just where it had to be. Her secretions had been running down her labia into her anal area, but I didn't care much about that. I plunged into her from the rear, on our sides, and thrust away. She arched her back to let me get deeper. And I pressed in deep over and over again, feeling the new orgasm rise within me. I pressed in once deep, feeling the end of her vagina as I gave a spurt of semen to cover it, then pulled back and pressed again and felt another spurt. I pulled back once more and with abandon pressed very hard against her, which pushed her so far she fell off the bed. She landed with a thunk, my penis whipping out of her as she went. I could hear her giggling, so I knew she wasn't hurt. I had mated with all three women on the bed and cleared it off, so I lay on my back to catch my breath. My penis did shrink then. More hands determined it had shrunk. I felt one warm body move in on my left and snuggle against my side, while another moved in from the right. A little exploring found ample curves and breasts on the one to the left, and only a hint of them on the smallish one to my right. But I lay back and even fell asleep from so much mating. But it wasn't too many minutes later I felt warm hands gently teasing my testicles and penis, which promptly grew hard again. And then I felt knees straddling me and another crotch was descending onto me. I felt it relax after it had hit the tip of my penis, but this was still a very tight fit. It could with a little effort surround me. Feeling around the area there was no trace of pubic hair or stubble, and racing my hands up I felt no sign of breasts above me. Long hair from around that face fell down and tickled my own face and chest. The vagina was lubricated, perhaps artificially, and proceeded to move up and down on me, pressing down, but it could envelop only about 3/4 of my penis. I pulled her down on top of me and kissed her and stroked her hair. I thrust inside her, but just an inch or so in either direction. It was a slow-burning orgasm that took over me then, and at the end I pressed in daintily only as far as my penis would go easily as I felt more globs of semen shoot out and into her. Not much motion. After a few seconds she drew herself up and off of me. The female super-organism that occupied this room didn't wait long, though. Finding I was still hard, another crotch, this one fully mature, lowered itself on me. Once it had me buried to the hilt, it thrust up and down, with jerky motions mashing our pubic hair back and forth, picked up speed, and then I felt it freeze and the vagina give a few pulses. I was still a bit too worn out to come myself. She collapsed on top of me, but I could feel hands prying her off. I was hard and aroused then, wanting another vagina somehow. I started to turn over, but gentle hands pushed me back down. At that point I felt another vagina slipping over my penis, but it only took in about two inches, and then moved back and forth quickly, using the powerful muscles around the vaginal opening to squeeze me quite hard. She moved a bit faster. I was itching to be in deeper, so I found her butt with my hands and pulled her down on me. She resisted some, but I was stronger and needed to be in her deep. So I pulled her down on me and proceeded to draw my penis in and out at my full length. The little strokes she had been using led me to crave huge long strokes in compensation. As one went after the other I felt that itch of approaching orgasm and with one final heave felt the first spurt shoot down the length of my penis, arriving just as the tip reached its deepest point. I pulled back just a couple inches and heaved again and felt the second spurt. I kept going back and forth just an inch or so, in to the hilt, and finally froze myself far into her for a half minute. Then I was having trouble breathing, so I gently pushed her off me to the side. I felt another woman beside me, perfectly proportioned as far as my fingers could tell, and once again having labia and vagina right where they should be. As I turned myself over on top of her and slid my penis in, I felt her innards were coated with a thicker than usual lubricant and also had a very slightly rough texture. I could feel exhaustion setting in, but I wanted this one more woman in the most standard missionary position I could manage, so I did, spreading her legs very wide apart with successive pushes of my knees, feeling her breasts with one hand, but then with both hands I lifted myself up to rear above her, pressing in over and over and over again. I felt her tense and stifle a cry after a minute, but I kept going, pressing in deep. After another two minutes I felt her tense again and felt a few hints of pulses of her vaginal walls. I redoubled my thrusting and after ten more thrusts felt my penis spurting inside her several times as I just kept thrusting and thrusting away as deep as I could go. When every trace of the orgasm had passed, I lowered my head to kiss each nipple and her lips, and fell heavily beside her on my back. Other hands started touching me, but I writhed to signal I had had enough. The tone then changed. I then felt a sweet kiss on my arm, then on my chest, then on my hip, one on my forehead. The kisses were coming from all directions, and I heard a rustling around me, as women and girls were lining up for a chance to get close enough to kiss me, then sliding out of the way to let more in to kiss. I was dripping with sweat by this point. I felt a sheet pulled up gently to my neck, a last couple of pats on my forehead, and then I fell asleep for a long time. When I awoke there was a small nightlight illuminating the room showing all the empty beds and mattresses. I fell back to sleep with a glowing smile on my face. --------------- Life in the sex wing other than sex My main connection with the entire Sex wing was the sex, but I should say a bit about the broader picture. When the first nymphs came up, we didn't have a long-term strategy. They stayed there until they wanted to go or I was tired of them, then they left. End of story. But being sexually available 24/7 for months at a time is kind of draining, no matter how lucky a nymph might feel to have been chosen. So we built a section off the Sex wing where I was not allowed (well, I took a few guided tours). Nymphs had days off when they could be there in a non-sexual mode, without even having to be prepared to see me mounting some other nymph. In that part the nymphs stayed fully dressed and acted with the sort of decorum one would expect in the outside world. They had whatever amenities there that were feasible, including exercise rooms and a small stage and theater. Just about any band or celebrity in the world would jump at a chance to perform up at the Residence. There were no traditional beauty parlors, because I did not want any make-up or unnatural hairstyles or dyed hair. A swimming pool and larger theaters were down on the flatlands, in the same complex as the nymph training center. Nymphs also had longer vacations, when they could go out in the world for weeks or months at a time. Some decided not to return, but most did. No nymph was allowed to stay beyond five years. Very occasionally I would break that rule. The average stay was about three years. Nymphs who went out to the wider world on vacation could do anything they wanted, including sex with other men, but in any case upon their return there was a substantial quarantine where we made sure they were clean in every respect. The teenage virgins generally stayed only a few weeks. A few who I especially adored were invited to return to become nymphs. After returning to normal life for several months to get perspective, they got to decide whether they wanted to do that or not. They usually wanted to, and their parents could often be convinced. The rewards were lavish, and it was just a very exciting place to be. Most little girls came and went within a few weeks. A few got to stay longer, and a tiny handful stayed on indefinitely. Annie was the first, and Sue the second. The net result of this was that there was a large collection of girls and young women up at the Residence spanning quite a range of ages. It had similarities to a girls' boarding school. The girls got an education. Superb teachers and college professors came up to tutor and teach for a few months at a time. I myself had plenty to learn, though I did pick and choose. The chances I would ever get to do any other sort of work were very small. I also had conversations with nymphs -- I was not always having sex with them. Some of them were deep thinkers and good conversational companions. I transferred some to my staff or the training center so I could have them as friends. We often had sex too, if they were interested. ----------- Marrying Annie Eventually the rest of Annie started maturing to catch up with her vagina, and I admired greatly the first signs of nipple enlargement and breast puffing at the very first moments when her body diverged from the path a boy's would take. I licked and adored the first two pubic hairs. She was happy for me to touch her and cherish her all I wanted. As her hormones surged within her, her already formidable libidinal energies increased. As much as I adored Annie as she developed, I also missed little girls. My staff sought more candidates, but it was hard to find anyone who could replace the special intimacy Annie and Sue had offered so happily. Annie got involved in the screening process in a more systematic way than she had when we were looking for Sue. She looked over the hundreds of videos of little girl applicants, and she knew what she was looking for. And when a little girl got to the training center, Annie could ask frank questions that it was hard for my staff to ask: "How do you feel about seeing a naked man with his thingie all big and hard?" Along with screening, she could also do some salesmanship. She had done these things and enjoyed them, and as she was a few years older the girls looked up to her. She could watch how they went about sticking their fingers into their little vaginas and tell something important about them. Up at the Residence, she could train them. Even with all that screening, it still took her five tries to find a girl who could more or less replace her or Sue, and another three to find a second one. Annie had already gone home after her initial few weeks with me and been orphaned during that time. Aside from whirlwind sightseeing trips where she stayed surrounded by my staff, she never left the Residence and her adoptive mother Ruth. She was an extraordinary person, empathetic, funny, and brilliant. At 14 and 15, I took to starting my night more often with Annie and relegating Sally to a later shift. As she turned 16, we began joking about my marrying her. Then we talked more and joked less. I would be spectacularly unfaithful, on a scale unknown to history. Even at night she could only sleep with me a couple hours. But to her very core she was behind my program and didn't have a jealous bone in her body. I was the only man she had known since she was six. We had been having sex in various forms ever since then. I wanted some tangible symbol to show she was special, and she wanted that too. Despite the highly unusual circumstances, marriage was the symbol we wanted. In the wider world, we could have filled any number of football stadiums full of people wanting a chance to see John Smith get married. We considered an event with hundreds down in the theater at the training center. But it would not have been easy to decide who would be invited and who would not. It was a potential political as well as personal nightmare. What's more, lots of the people in our lives were transient -- young women or girls who would be gone in a few years or a few weeks. Eventually, we had a simple ceremony. Ruth symbolically gave Annie away and filled the role of maid of honor. My witness was Penelope. No one was really suitable to officiate, so no one really did. A Justice of the Peace on my staff recorded it. For our honeymoon we rented an island in the Caribbean. But we both had had enough after just a couple days. We belonged at the Residence. One of the privileges nymphs had was the ability to bear a child in the normal fashion. As my wife, Annie was without question entitled to that privilege. But she was a member of the new generation. She didn't want to get nauseous, then bloated and stretched. She wanted to be an egg donor, and have not just one child but many. Dozens. Hundreds. As many as she could. Let other women carry them and birth them and raise them. We decided to go down to the heart of sperm central the first time she was to become a mother. A visit from John Smith and his wife was a rare event and an honor, so a half dozen people had joined us. She had been treated with hormones upstairs and had her eggs harvested there. We brought them down with us in a little jar. Sperm central was a busy place. Refrigerators, loading docks for fleets of cars, helicopter pads. Not many trucks. What came in was time-sensitive and arrived from a variety of places, and what we produced was also time-sensitive and heading to a variety of places, but it was all quite small. There was a great deal of computer equipment for record-keeping. In the central room where fertilization actually took place, fifty or so jars of eggs were waiting. We got to watch a technician release a tiny drop of semen into each one, where the thousands of sperm would furiously wriggle about in search of eggs, and find hundreds of them. That batch of semen was probably from when we had had sex not long before heading down. The semen had as usual been carefully treated and mixed with just the right additives to optimize its performance when put into jars of waiting eggs. The technician on hand was prepared to take Annie's little jar and put it in the row with the others, but that seemed a little too mechanical to both of us. She had another idea. Annie asked everyone else if they would please leave. The retinue left promptly if reluctantly. We then asked the technician if she would leave. She said her orders were very strict, and leaving the process unattended was unthinkable. I said that was very conscientious of her, but I would take responsibility. She said her supervisor would surely fire her for such a dereliction of duty. I pointed out that her supervisor and his supervisor and on up a few levels all worked for me, and I would take responsibility. With great reluctance she left and closed the door behind her. Placing her jar carefully on a counter, Annie circled my neck with her arms and kissed me with passion but a certain air of solemnity too. My erection rose quickly. I was dressed somewhat formally for this momentous occasion, but she loosened my pants and dropped them midway down my thighs and was soon caressing my erect penis. She took the tip in her mouth and quickly got me very excited. She then reached for her jar, opened the lid and said, in her best little girl voice, "Here's where you're supposed to go to the bathroom, Mr. Penis." She then put it right at the tip of my penis while she stroked it. Memories of our first few months together when she was a little girl came flooding back, and within seconds semen came flooding out, most of it right into the little jar. I staggered, and she held me. We both laughed. After I had done up my pants again, she put the cover back on the jar and we looked at the milky white contents. The genetic blueprints for a hundred or more of our joint biological children were being decided as we watched, egg after egg inviting in that one special sperm cell. We opened the door and the technician was relieved to be allowed back in. Annie handed her the jar, which was fuller and much cloudier than the others. The technician picked up on what we had done and started turning just a little pink; we both laughed. ------------ The Future I haven't mentioned that ever since my special powers were discovered the scientists have been drawing my blood and taking some of the semen samples for research. My DNA has been more thoroughly sequenced than that of any other creature. They have discovered nothing of practical benefit but can now say that if my ability is the result of specific genes, it is a combination of at least nine of them. Despite a great deal of effort, cloning me has not worked -- no human has been cloned. They asked everyone in Secaucus as much as they could remember about every place I had been as a child, every person I had seen, every food item I had consumed. We just found out that China has been carrying on a research program ever since they had their first egg donors. They selected 200 girl babies born of those pregnancies and placed them in a special program where they were brought to sexual maturity by means of hormone treatments at about age three. They were flown to the US and in the secrecy of the Chinese aircraft on the tarmac their eggs were harvested. Those eggs were taken into Sperm Central to be fertilized along with all the others from around the world. When the babies from those pregnancies were born, the daughters were also taken back into the program and had their eggs harvested at age three and the process repeated. China has not allowed anyone access to the girls whose puberty was forced at an early age. Experts in other countries believe they will have a greatly increased incidence of reproductive cancers. But in practice the majority of the world will not complain. After eight generations there are little girls in China whose genes are 255 parts from me and one part from one of those original 200 egg donors. Each of those generations also contained a great many sons who have been tracked as they have grown up. Some have had their puberty accelerated by hormones, and some have been allowed to develop normally. Two of my sons who have 31/32 of their genes from me and were brought to puberty at age ten have now been demonstrated to produce semen that can fertilize eggs. One of them is 0.2% as effective as I am, and the other is 4.1% as effective. As the Chinese backcross breeding continues, we are all hopeful that we can develop a supply of fertile men like me. ------------ Reflecting This story only covers the time since I decided I needed sex with girls in order to be happy and fertilize the embryos the world needed. But of course when I think of my life I think back further than that. I have come a long way from being an average boy in Secaucus, New Jersey. I remember my first awkward explorations with Amy, then our more regular sex, and then my world turning upside down when she became pregnant. I have never felt average or inconspicuous since. After Amy came Winnie, who I at first thought of as my one true love, but she was not outlet enough for what the world needed of me. We brought in my high school flames Sally and Julie, and those three define the era of girls I had known before I was famous. Their children are the ones who have known me as a father, a father who is there to hug them and read stories to them and watch them grow. Then came the era of the nymphs, women carefully screened to be ideal mates for a sex-hungry sperm donor like me. With nymphs I indulged every fantasy I had, my erotic fulfillment translating into more babies. Things went well in that pattern for about 12 years. Then I needed girls folded into the mix, and we wrestled with making pedophilia work for me, for the girls, and for public opinion. I think we did a pretty good job of it, to the lasting benefit of the world. Just about everyone in the younger generation knows their birth mother, and they all know their genetic father -- me. We keep meticulous records at the fertilization center of everyone's genetic mother, information we reveal when appropriate. We also record the female out of whose vagina came the semen that fathered each person. This latter bit of information has not been divulged so far, but might be if circumstances warrant. If it is revealed, large segments of the population will find out that they were born of pedophilia. Their fathering sperm surged from my loins because of my passion for Annie, Sue, or the other little girls. It spent a little of its time wriggling in those little girl vaginas, blindly hoping to find an egg within the girl. And finally I became a married man. My wife is Annie, one of those girls, now all grown up. The doctors report a curious thing. Somewhere in my 40s my body seems to have stopped aging. Maybe whatever fluke makes me produce fertile semen also makes me immortal. Perhaps the unprecedented amount of sex with the most perfect representatives of the female gender helps. Whatever the cause, I won't complain. But some of my male descendants have a trace of my powers, and we have good reason to hope that I will become dispensable and humanity will continue into the indefinite future with or without me. Meanwhile, I keep ejaculating into girls and women around the clock, indulging every last sexual whim I have -- for the sake of the world. It's not a bad life. ================================================================== I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.