Author: Sterling
Title: The King Bee
Summary: Adam is of a species with many workers, a small group
of breeding females, and
a single male to bind them all chemically and to impregnate them:
him. When his own daughters reach puberty, he must move on to
avoid harmful inbreeding. His first new assignment has a lurking
moral problem, and the next one is as a "contract" king bee.
Keywords: MF Mf MF+ het cons harem group preg ScFi 1st

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 1/3/2021.

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The King Bee

Chapter 1

Adam grew up in a few rooms with half a dozen other boys. When a
boy turned 18 they knew he would leave before long. They never
found out where he went. Sometimes a new boy came in when he was
about two. A few workers cared for them, and provided what little
they had in the way of an education.

He knew his society was organized in communities called tribes.
His tribe was called Windswept and was composed of about a
thousand people living on what was mostly farmland.

There was sex education, complete with diagrams. When it came to
reproduction, there were two types, males and females. New babies
grew inside the bellies of women. The babies got started when a
tiny part of the man went up inside the woman. This was
accomplished by sexual intercourse. The diagrams showed vaginas
and penises and how they fit together. However, the reproductive
classes were a small portion of the population. Most were instead
workers, who had nothing to do with sex. Diagrams showed they
were closer to females than males (having evolved from females as
the species developed), but they had no vaginas or uteruses or
breasts. Women and girls were much rarer than workers. Far rarer
than the women and girls were the men and boys. There was only
ever a single adult male in a tribe at a time, known as the king.
This worked because while a female could carry only a single baby
at a time, a single male could fertilize a great many females.

As for boys, their little group was larger than one but still
very small. They never got to play with any of the other children
-- workers or girls. They were the only male children around
among hundreds of females and worker children. It was not usually
too hard to tell girls from young workers. The girls more or less
glowed with vitality and enthusiasm, and the workers did not.
When they reached puberty, the women became even more distinctive
as they grew breasts and hips. Adam supposed boys looked very
much like girls until puberty, unless you looked between their
legs, but no one ever saw them side by side. They were in any
case dressed differently when they went out. One way the boys
could tell that they were so rare was that the others commented
on them when seeing them.

The bulk of the tribe was composed of workers. As the name
suggested, they did all the work. They were the ones who farmed
the land or whatever other industry a tribe did to earn money to
exchange in the broader economy. Workers went out in the world
and interacted with others to make the larger society function.
It was workers who sometimes received an advanced education that
was required for such jobs. Others maintained the grounds and
buildings, and did the laundry and cleaning and cooking. While
reproducing women bonded with their own daughters, the "nanny
work" was seen to by workers, as well as education.

The only mature, adult male in the tribe was called the king,
though not a king who made momentous decisions. His rule
consisted of fathering all the children. That was a role that no
one else could play. A tribe couldn't grow past a certain size,
and one limit was how many children the king could father. If it
grew past a single man's abilities, the tribe could not grow any
larger, though it could split into two smaller tribes.

Kings did not rule for life. Their reigns were considerably
shorter than their lifespans due to the dangers of inbreeding.
For the same reason, none of the boys in Adam's group would ever
become king of Windswept. When some other tribe needed a new
king, they would choose from the boys of other tribes --
Windswept one among many. What happened to a king when his reign
was over was never spelled out for Adam or the other boys.

Around the age of 10, Adam noticed a difference in his feelings
-- a stirring in his loins and his heart. Then he understood why
the older boys called some of the girls and women they saw "hot".
He felt nothing for the workers, but for the others... When he
would see them, he sometimes felt his penis start growing in his
pants. The workers called this change "puberty".

The workers looked him all over occasionally, as would be
expected of any caretaker. But when he reached puberty they
developed a heightened interest in his penis and testicles. When
he reached 13, they encouraged him to masturbate while they
watched. At 16 they encouraged him to masturbate many times in a
row, and took a special interest in the quantity and quality of
fluid that came out of his penis at orgasm. It made sense that if
he was going to be the king of some other tribe and father all
the children, his male organs would have to work well.

But one key fact was this: When a boy became a mature young man,
there would always come a day when he would leave. Workers never
said where he was going. After a farewell party, he was just
gone. The others knew they would never see or hear from him
again. Obviously one possibility was that he would become a king
at some other tribe. The boys dreamed of how great it would be to
have sex with hot women all day long. But they all had the sense
that not all of the ones who left became kings. What happened to
the others they did not know.

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Now it was time for him to go. He was sad to leave behind the
boys he had grown up with, but excited by his future, whatever it
might be. During his childhood he had toured the entire community
grounds, at least briefly. But he had never once left the
community. Now he got in a car with three workers and set off on
a long drive. The two in the front seat were familiar to him and
had helped raise him. The one sharing the back seat with him was
more important -- he sensed that. The novelty and variety of what
he saw out the windows excited him. But after a couple hours
drive that worker in the back seat began talking about his
future, which naturally commanded his full attention.

"As you and the other boys suspected, not all of you become
kings. The others are, um, altered so that they no longer have
the potential to father children and live out their lives more or
less as workers in some other tribe. You would no longer find
women to be attractive in the way you do now so you would not
feel sexually frustrated. But still, it is not something to look
forward to."

No, Adam thought. Definitely not.

"Rocky Ledge is a large and prosperous tribe not too far from us
who have just 'lost' their king, and they need a new one. You are
a candidate. There will be other candidates. Along with fathering
all the babies, a king is responsible for a great deal of other
sexual intercourse that binds the tribe together. The women all
come to bond him with. In a good tribe he becomes fond of them
too, and they will often adore him too, and the key to that is
treating them well -- with love and respect."

It felt strange to hear this worker speak of "love". It was not a
word the businesslike workers used often.

"So we are almost at Rocky Ledge. What you do over the next
couple days will determine the course of the rest of your life.
If you succeed, you will be adored and engage in sexual
intercourse and have orgasms several times a day -- a great many
times a day, actually.

She had already made it clear what happened if he failed.

"I like you, Adam. You're a good boy and have the promise of
being a good man. You're handsome. The workers at the new
community will explain in detail what will be expected of you.
The best brief advice I can offer is to be lustful when the women
want you to, and respectful and kind always."

The car had arrived at the Rocky Ledge entrance building. All
three of the workers got out of the car. The two he had known for
years hugged him in turn, and he saw their eyes misting up. The
other shook his hand. Rocky Ledge workers came out of the
entrance building, and suddenly he was in their care, while the
ones from Windswept drove away.

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"Welcome to Rocky Ledge. Let me give you a quick look at the
grounds. As you can see, we don't have farmland here, like
Windswept, but are instead engaged in light industry." There were
many buildings around of the same general size and shape of those
at Windswept, but she waved in the direction of some low
buildings far larger than he had ever seen.

"Here are your temporary quarters," she said. "There will be time
for more elaborate tours later, if you are chosen to be the new
king. Take some time to relax and freshen up. There are snacks
and drinks. But we would like you to engage in your first
assignment at 3:00 pm. A worker will come and get you." The clock
beside the bed indicated it was 1:13 now.

Adam looked around, ate and drank, and wondered how to prepare.
He lay down to get some rest but was unable to sleep. As 3:00 pm
approached, he took a shower and changed out of his standard
Windswept outfit into the outfit they had provided for him. It
was very similar, with a few minor differences that he couldn't
describe because he had never paid attention to clothing.

A worker arrived promptly at 3pm, one he had not seen before, and
led him to a small house.

"Of course, you understand your main responsibility if you are
chosen?"

"Yes," said Adam.

"Sexual intercourse with women. We believe you have never had
sexual intercourse before, is that right?"

"Yes," said Adam. Would some of the other candidates be
experienced? No good to lie, in any event.

"Here's your first chance to 'try out'." She opened the door to a
fairly large room, and said, "Here are three women who have
expressed interest in having intercourse with you. I will leave
you now." She shut the door behind her.

There, in front of him, were three young women in loose dresses.
Just being in the same room made his penis rise strongly.

"How are you feeling, Adam?" asked one woman.

"I... I have never been close to women before, so... it is having
a powerful effect on me."

The three women nodded and smiled at each other.

"Well, of course that's what we want you for, and it would be
cruel to make you wait any longer. You need to experience sex for
the first time... Which one of us would you like to have sex with
first?"

Adam paused, and looked at them in turn. "Surely, you have your
own reasons for who should have to go first... or get to go
first? You're all very attractive."

The three smiled at each other again.

"Strip, and Mabel here will offer herself for your sexual
pleasure."

As Adam pulled off his shirt, shorts, and briefs, he wondered how
his stiff organ would appear to them. They looked at it in a way
that suggested it was OK.

There on the bed was Mabel, pink dress bunched around her middle,
legs apart, and between them -- her vaginal opening. He had seen
pictures in books, of course, but this was the first real one he
had seen. Its effect on him was totally different.

"I don't really know what I'm doing," he mumbled. "I'm willing to
learn."

"Ah, so sweet," said one of the other women. "Just stick your
cock in her hole. That's all you have to do for now. It's OK if
you ejaculate, of course."

Adam was very excited sexually, and remembered his worker's
advice to be lustful when the women wanted him to be lustful. He
lowered himself onto Mabel so his cock would be able to reach her
opening, and as his penis approached she held her lips apart.

He set his cock tip in her warm entry and then he pushed into hot
slickness. Instantly his orgasm was upon him -- his cock knew it
was in the right place for the first time ever. As it began
spurting, he thrust it in and out strongly...

"Holy shit!" he said as he pumped in and out frantically. He had
no idea he had so many spurts in him. When he finally slowed
down, he noticed that Mabel seemed to be asleep, with a smile on
her face.

He realized he was grinning like an idiot. Then he managed to
say, "Is... Is she OK?"

"Yes, Mabel is OK. She is more than OK. It's quite an honor for a
woman to take a man's virginity, and getting semen makes a woman
feel very good. Getting a whole load like that will conk her out
for an hour -- the happiest hour of her life."

"That's good," he said. "What's next?"

"Would you care to have intercourse with either of us?"

Would he ever!

"Sure, you both look great... you tell me."

"No, this time you have to choose."

"Well, OK, but I'll be happy to do the other one as soon as I'm
finished with the one of you."

He chose the redhead, and approached the bed she was sitting on.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Phoebe."

He pushed her back gently, on the lookout for any objection. He
pulled her light blue dress up and out of the way, and sure
enough she had no underwear on and, like Mabel, she presented to
him a vaginal opening. He guessed this must be normal for how
women treated a king, but at the moment it seemed like an
unbelievable miracle.

"OK?" he asked.

"More than OK," said Phoebe with a grin.

He aimed, he pushed, he sensed hot, slick heaven, and once again
he was spurting as he rammed his cock in and out. "Oh, fuck, oh,
amazing, oh, oh, oh!"

The redhead gave a big smile that faded to a smaller one as she
fell asleep.

"Now you?" he said to the third one. "I mean, if you want to..."

She grinned, and said, "If you make me pass out, as seems likely,
just let yourself out and a worker will show you what to do
next."

Each of the two beds was occupied by a sleeping woman on her
back, dress around her middle, and legs spread wide.

"Hmmm," she said. "Only two beds... I'll let you solve that
problem while I get undressed."

Adam figured that Mabel would have gotten the biggest load and
would sleep the soundest, so he gently picked her up, one arm
under her back and the other her knees, and carried her to the
other bed. There was room to lay her down beside Phoebe after he
pushed her legs together. He had some impulse to instead push
them apart and stick his cock in her again, but the agenda was
different.

Laid out in the space he had vacated was now a naked woman -- the
first naked woman he had ever seen. She had breasts, hips,
glowing skin, and a welcoming smile. His cock twitched at the
sight, and as he approached, she spread her legs and her vaginal
lips.

Adam slid his cock in, and while it felt fantastic, he didn't
start spurting right away. He pressed deeper and began a
deliberate in and out motion, making sure to stuff his cock into
her as far as it would go each time.

"You in a hurry?" he said.

"Not at all!" said the woman with a smile, reaching her hands up
to rest on his shoulders.

"Because it feels so fantastic..." He pumped for a minute. "But I
still don't think I can hold off much longer."

"Let it go," said the woman with a big smile.

Adam's ecstasy was upon him, and he shoved his cock in tight and
held still while it spurted into her over and over again.

He noticed that it was just a couple seconds after his first
spurt that she shuddered with pleasure and then fell asleep.

When Adam had recovered, he realized he was alone in a room with
the first real women he had ever met in his life. He had fucked
each of them in turn, ejaculated in her vagina, and left her in
blissful sleep.

Even if he got rejected and withered into a male worker, it would
have been worth it just for this experience. His cock rose at the
sight of the three exposed pussies. Sperm leaked out of Mabel's
vagina. He would happily have eased into each one to do it
again... but he wasn't sure of the rules, and no one had invited
him to do that. He dressed and let himself out.

"I just... leave them like that?" he said to the worker in the
hall, who looked into the room.

"Yes," she said with a smile. "Those three were chosen because
they somehow earned the favor of the governing committee. Women
really enjoy semen in their vaginas. They pass out into an
ecstatic stupor if they get enough."

"That's nice, but... How did I do?"

"The three women will make their report, after they wake up and
sober up, but I would expect they will give a positive report."
In a murmur, she continued, "Heck, you knocked all three of them
out."

"Oh."

"So, anyway, your next assignment is at the breeder home. You can
rest in your room if you'd like, or I can take you right over."

Since stamina was one of the qualities they were screening him
for, going right away seemed best. In any case, he wasn't
remotely tired. He was eager for... more vaginas!

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With a prominent place among the residential buildings, the
breeder home was a large house, several stories high in its
central portion, with wings added on as afterthoughts. In
contrast to the others, it was painted bright white.

"The official name for this building is the Women's and
Children's Residence, but we workers call it the breeder home.
It's where all the breeding goes on -- the stuff you guys are in
charge of." She gave a small laugh. "The king's job is to have
sexual intercourse with just about all of the women on a regular
basis. But you know that."

She looked up at him briefly, then continued. "This next part
isn't part of my official instructions, but... You don't have to
be kind and considerate -- the women will do what you want
anyway. But it's a good idea. A very good idea. The last few
kings didn't last long, and a couple started out OK but got less
pleasant as time went on. The women will all come to depend on
you for pheromones -- chemicals that your body produces. Along
with the intercourse, there is the matter of scent. Only
reluctantly will they let you bathe, because they will all want
to get a whiff of you regularly. You are the glue that holds them
all together, the source of all maleness. In theory they will all
obey you, but if you try to change routines, it won't work out
well. There are committees of workers to deal with real long-term
decisions."

"I've had a sense for a while now that it's the workers who
really hold power in the tribe."

The worker paused. "That word 'tribe' is more for children than
adults. We call them 'communities'."

Adam was sure that adults in Windswept used that word "tribe"
too. Perhaps it varied from one place to another. But he was now
at Rocky Ledge and he would try to never speak of "tribes" again.

"And while you are right that power is held by workers, it is
only a few of the workers, and the rest of them follow their
lead. In theory it's a workers' democracy, but in practice... You
don't have to know any of that."

His guide sighed. "Of course I don't understand the pleasure you
all get from this sex business, but it is obviously a big deal to
the community, so I'm all in favor. Here's one key tip, however:
What they really need is semen delivered deep in their vaginas
regularly. It doesn't have to be very much -- a tiny drop will
do. And they say kings need to learn how to control how much they
ejaculate. If you blow your whole load in every woman you do,
you'll rapidly run short."

Adam nodded. He hadn't considered if he had control over how much
he ejaculated. "How do I learn to control it?"

"That's between you and your body. No one else, even the women,
can tell you. And of course you will never meet another adult
male in your life."

That sort of made sense. Unless you included the other slightly
older boys he had grown up with, who were virgins just like him.

"You've got the inside track, Adam, ha, ha, get it? Right up the
vaginal track." She sobered up quickly. "The main thing that will
contribute to keeping your position a long time is fucking them
often and with enthusiasm. That is required. Beyond that, we
suggest compassion, a sense of fairness, and humility. Your cock
will need to rest for an hour now and then, but if you're like
most kings, most of the time it will be up and ready to go,
delivering tiny drops of sperm in your women, over and over
again. And the kings say the orgasm feels just as good if you're
just letting out a single drop."

Adam gave a broad smile.

"Mostly breeder women have sex and raise babies. They also play
and have fun in whatever way they like. There will be workers at
work here as everywhere else in the community. They say you kings
don't find any of us attractive, but if you do get curious, stop
yourself. We do not appreciate sexual advances."

Adam thought that would be no problem. He had never had the
slightest stirrings of sexual interest in any worker, ever.

"I'll show you to what will become your room, if you are chosen."
They had entered the home by the front door and were climbing a
staircase. "It has been a couple days since the last king...
departed. The women are likely feeling a bit anxious. Their
psychological bond with the old king is fading and they are
waiting to form a new one. They hope it will be a good one. Your
first job is to have sex with every one who's willing. There are
a couple hundred, so I'd make them quickies if I were you. You
might be able to play around later and experiment with what feels
best, but for now you've got a job to do."

At the top of the flight of stairs was a large room. There was a
huge bed in the center of the room and others around the edges.

"This is your room. Take those clothes off. The king never wears
clothes."

It was warm inside -- warm enough to make it pleasant to be
naked.

"At this point you're trying out by actually doing the job. After
a couple days you're either rejected and... sent away... or else
you become the new king."

In the room were three women, all beautiful and alluring. They
looked him over with excitement. Two had on dresses of a light
fabric, and the other was naked, each sitting on the edge of a
bed. His job was to have sex with them, and while he would listen
carefully to any objections, his job was to be lusty. That part
would come easy, he felt.

"I will leave you now," said the worker. "Go to it!"

Adam approached the naked one, and she lay back and spread her
legs. He mounted, aimed and slid his cock in. Above the jiggling
breasts was a head of blond hair with an adoring expression. She
showed pleasure as he penetrated her. This was just his fourth
woman, but he was already taking for granted the silky smooth hug
each vagina gave him. It felt fantastic, and frankly made him
feel like coming right away. In this blond he thrust and made
sure he was in tight, as far as he could get. That took all of
three strokes, and then his cock twitched. Ecstasy! The woman
gasped and fell asleep, much as the three of the welcoming
committee. He hadn't tried to check his ejaculation, so he had
given her a few full squirts. He'd have to learn to control it
soon -- for now sex was just so exciting and compelling he
wouldn't worry about it.

"Wow, you must have given her a lot!" said the woman on the next
bed.

"Why's that?" said Adam, coming down from orgasm, slick cock
sliding out.

"We don't fall asleep like that unless we get a pretty good load
up there."

"Well, I'm still new to this. Would you like a load yourself?"

"Oh, yes... yes, please!" she said, lying back and pulling her
dress up to expose her parts below.

Lovely blond curls, big blue eyes, hands up in surrender. Down
below, he paused to really look for the first time. Her legs were
wide apart to let him get at the place he wanted. What showed at
first was just a vertical slit with a bit of hair around it --
irrelevant. What would happen if he didn't spread the lips apart
first? When his cock tip pressed, the tissue dented inward, but
with just a bit more pressure it reconfigured itself miraculously
into a circle hugging his intruding cock tip. It looked like a
circle, but he saw his shaft disappearing within, and to his cock
it was deliciously apparent that the circle was just the opening
to a tube. It was the heavenly embrace of this vaginal tunnel
that brought him pleasure. The embrace was tight but invited
deeper penetration -- there was always enough tunnel. It took
five strokes before he lunged and groaned, spurting into her,
though all he could see was the shaft of his cock pressed tight
through her ring. She didn't fall asleep, but looked only
half-conscious as she gave a vacant smile.

He watched the shaft of his cock slide out and saw her vagina
ease shut as the tip left.

He turned to the third. "So you want it too? Right now?"

"God, yes," she murmured. "I mean, if you're willing."

Adam was willing. She was a bit skinnier, with shoulder-length
brown hair and brown eyes. She barely had any vaginal lips, so
when he pressed his cock went in quickly. But her vagina was much
the same -- slick, hot, welcoming. Having had two orgasms in the
past couple minutes, he got deep into this girl and started
pounding in and out. She looked happy but after half a minute bit
her lip.

Right, it was the semen that they craved and needed.

With five more strokes Adam jammed his cock tip in deep and
orgasmed... not very much. It was enough. The girl gasped with
pleasure and relaxed. As he pulled out, he noticed that she
looked both very happy but also still alert.

"Oh, that was very nice," she said dreamily.

For the first time he had a partner who he could talk to after
sex. "It's cool I can make you all happy like that. I wonder what
it feels like for you. I know what my orgasms feel like. I wonder
if it's the same."

"Oh, I couldn't answer that. But as for what we feel? Of course
it's nice in one way, just pure pleasure down in the pussy. But
there's more. We were all bonded to the previous king --" Her
face darkened as she said that. "-- and we don't know how we'll
feel with the new one. Sometimes a king seems to be doing all the
right things, but he just makes us feel icky. So the first time
we get it from a king -- get that little drop fucked up into us
deep -- " She gave a lusty grin. " -- we also get a sense of who
you are in all the other ways."

"And how did I do?"

"Oh, everything feels just right!" she said, staring off into
space. She also spread her legs, obviously inviting another
penetration. "Oh, gee, I'm sorry. You've got to get to all the
others."

"I appreciate the vote of confidence," he said, kissing her on
the nose. He had just had three lovely orgasms while his penis
was fully ensconced in the most alluring setting a male can
imagine -- not long after his initial three in the other building
-- but he was ready for more. He wanted more. "So you said I have
to get to the others... How do I go about that?"

"Oh. Just go to every room, and fuck every woman who's willing.
Ejaculate way up inside each one -- oh, right, you've got that
part down! Then we'll all feel less anxious and bond with each
other as we all bond to you."

The next room was electric with anticipation as he entered. There
were four beds. He took in the sight of four women who were
interested and excited. One woman had a large belly.

He was a bit unclear about how he could do her. So far, being
honest had worked well. "Hmmm, how does that work?" he murmured,
looking at her, imagining the sort of pelvic angle that would be
required to get his organ into her at all.

"Oh, from the rear!" said one lithe young specimen with long
brown hair hanging free. "You've never done that... Of course,
you're a new king and haven't had much sex yet. It's easy for us
to forget. I'll show you." She was offering himself to receive
his attentions next, but he was presented with a totally
different sight. No woman on her back with legs spread wide. Here
was a lovely girl presenting her rear end to him. The first thing
he saw was her poop hole, and he had no interest in that one. But
just below that he could see the feminine prize that was so close
at hand. The woman reached back to spread her pussy lips apart,
ending any vestige of doubt he had felt about how it would work.
On his knees behind her, he approached, aimed,and thrust inside.
The same heavenly heat and texture and slickness. How to keep
from pushing her over? The twin globes of her butt were right
there, but it was the hips above them that provided the right
angle. He grabbed one with each hand. The woman lowered her front
and it changed something in her vagina, since he found his cock
tip surging in all the way -- was it deeper than the other way?
He found it fun to just plunge in and out energetically. Fun and
just "right" in a slightly different way.

"Like the animals," he said softly.

"Yes!" said the woman with the huge belly. "But it works fine for
people too. It kind of connects with our animal past and feels
good in a more primitive way... At least that's what some people
say."

"There are lots of different ways of doing it," said a slightly
plump woman with short brown hair. Perhaps that was a subtle way
of urging him on so she would get her turn soon.

"Hey, I'm the one getting the cock - mmmmm!" said the girl he was
thrusting into. She had a point, of course. It made sense to
focus on one woman at a time, and not enter a discussion with the
others. The sensations from the pussy he was fucking from the
rear were just as amazing as the usual way and it was hard to
hold back in any case. He gave a tremendous shove, perfectly
timed with the rush of pleasure in his brain, and felt his cock
twitch. One tiny drop, but she felt it and gasped with pleasure
before relaxing. He treasured the feeling of being up on her,
behind her, and in her for a few more seconds, then pulled out.

The very pregnant woman pushed herself up into the same position,
panting. "See, same thing with me works... And my belly is out of
the way..."

"But that's hard for her," said the plump woman. "If you're
willing to try something else new, you can do the same thing
while she lies on her side. Same thing rotated one quarter turn."

"No, any way you want!" said the pregnant woman. "Whatever you
want most!"

"Oh, that's kind of you, but it does sound new and exciting
and..." He paused to gently stroke the arm of the just-fucked
girl with the long brown hair, looking dreamily into her eyes. "I
don't want to make any of you uncomfortable. I mean, you never
have to do it at all, right?"

"Like THAT is ever going to be a problem!" said the plump one,
while the other two laughed. "But as for asking just how we want
you to fuck us --" She paused to shudder. "-- that's very sweet."

The very pregnant woman was now on her side, leaving space for
him to spoon behind her. She arched her back to present her rear
end at what apparently she had estimated would be a good angle.
She was right, as his cock slid in smoothly. If pussies had
minds, this one's might well have been focused on the very large
thing that was going to come through her from the other direction
within a few weeks, but it didn't stop her from giving a hot,
tight, wet hug to the stiff cock fucking up into her now. "Oh,
fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he said as he burrowed in as deep as his
and her anatomy allowed and gave here a little drip of his kingly
fluid.

The plumpish woman had big breasts that jiggled rather
dramatically as he fucked her lying on her back, the usual way.

That left the fourth woman. She had limp blond hair, notably
short. But the proportions of her face were just perfect,
somehow.

"Oh, right, there's Maria," said the lithe girl with the long
brown hair. "Maria doesn't usually talk much. She won't say it,
but what she likes best is lying on your sides front to front --
another new one for you."

"Oh, no, please, whatever you'd like most!" she said in an urgent
voice little above a whisper.

Adam was obviously going to follow the tip he had been given.
Maria raised her leg to aid his penetration, then lowered it as
he fucked. She gazed into his eyes, and her gaze was so pleasing
that he didn't want to finish up right away, and found himself
surging in and out for a full two minutes, as her loving look
rather melted his heart. She never broke eye contact, and when it
was time he grabbed her butt and shoved in deep. He gave her more
than one drop. Maybe more than two or three. He wanted to see her
face dissolve in pleasure, and she didn't disappoint him. The eye
contact was broken only as her eyes lost focus.

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Long blond hair in the sunlight, short brown curls jiggling on
the pillow as his thrusts moved the rest of the girl. A sweet
face here, there one that seemed preoccupied, this one full of
adoration. A little tuft of pubic hair one place, a great bush of
it another. Legs apart just enough to allow his intrusion, other
pairs so wide apart the girl's thighs made nearly one straight
line -- with that most alluring interruption in the middle. Knees
held up. From the rear lying down, or sideways, or in standard
doggy-fucking position. The girls would all do what he wanted, he
figured, but it all felt good and he was happy to try new things.
Between every pair of legs, where they came together, was the
same vagina, or the same for the key purpose at hand -- all of
them opened smoothly for his cock, and gave him a hot, silky
welcome. Each one excited his cock enough to call forth another
little drib of orgasmic fluid.

In a house full of breeding women, the products of earlier
breeding were everywhere -- little infants, toddlers, bigger
girls. There was no room for modesty about sex. The man who came
in from time to time to stick his penis into the vaginas of one
of the women was a common enough sight. Aside from getting some
clingy toddler to not interfere with the actual act of
copulation, women, sex, little girls, and the king all worked
together harmoniously.

After a few dozen matings, he did feel a bit weary. He returned
to his room, took a drink, let his cock subside and peed.

One of the workers came in to talk.

"I see you're resting. How many of the women have you copulated
with?"

"Oh, I'd guess 25 or so?"

"Kings do exaggerate," she said with a smile. "But that does
sound very impressive. As for the girls, they find you
adequate... a bit more than adequate, most of them." Her eyes
twinkled.

"I could probably do more now... I'm excited by the idea, but I'd
also like to rest a bit."

"Oh, there's plenty of time to rest, but I can take a minute to
fill you in on some things. Do you know about our ancestors?
There are a few bands of a species of more primitive people in
the mountains who keep the same pattern. First, there are no
workers -- everyone is involved with sex, or thinking about sex,
or wanting it and not getting it. Next, there are equal numbers
of males and females -- which is so inefficient. The males fight
over the best females, and the females tend to choose the most
appealing men. They have pair bonds where a man and woman stay
together their whole lives and 'love' each other. Sounds so
strange. Anyway, the other difference is that those men can only
have sex a couple times a day at most. Which works out OK because
there are so many men compared to the women."

She stopped and smiled.

"Along with our many species innovations is that the men -- the
kings like you -- can have sex hundreds of times every day."

Adam smiled. "I'm feeling sexy, but the rest of my body is kind
of tired."

"Oh, your body will toughen to the work at hand. But meanwhile,
you can lie flat on your back and let the girls come to you." She
paused and looked at a red-haired beauty with large breasts and
hips who was hanging around hopefully.

"Sally, would you care to show the King how sex can work when he
is flat on his back resting?"

"Oh, sure, I would be delighted to! Most delighted!"

So Sally rose above him, and somewhat to his surprise managed to
lower herself onto his stiff organ and move up and down. "Oh,
that's SO nice," she said. "What would you like most?" She tried
different varieties of speed, penetration, and angle.

Adam thought the whole thing was delightful, and he was resting
his large muscles. His cock was stiff and excited and on the
brink of orgasm. So among her offerings he found one that made
him most excited -- long slow strokes where his cock tip almost
came out before she plunged down again, forcing his cock up into
her depths. It was at exactly that moment, with cock buried deep,
that he came. A tiny drop for Sally, who smiled and slumped
slightly to her right, disengaging their genitals as she did.

When word got around of how Sally had gotten it, half a dozen
other girls and women came in, hoping for a chance to impale
themselves too. But after three or four, Adam found himself tired
of sex completely.

A couple workers also hung back at a respectful distance. But
with the fuckees replaced by other hopefuls, close at hand were
still half a dozen naked women with desires of their own.
"Anything else you'd like? A back rub, maybe?"

Adam had never had a back rub, but he found that he liked it a
whole lot. Hands on his muscles, sex completely out of his mind.
Yet he also loved the femininity that surrounded him -- a soft
voice here, some hair draping on his skin there, delicate hands.
For half an hour he had not one sexy thought. But then he found
his cock rising again, and his large muscles feeling rested and
ready. So he rose up suddenly, growled, and fucked one of his
five attendants, as the others got out of the way and twittered
excitedly. On to the next. Quick, sharp and deep, to their
immense gratitude and relief. Five more to check off his list.

Then off down another corridor for more rooms with pussies to
penetrate, lunge deep into and grace with one small drop of
semen. As the worker had promised, the sensation of orgasm was
just as magnificent each time. He must have another hundred women
to do -- another hundred orgasms.

He entered one room and was immediately drawn to a girl with
barely any breasts at all, and just a hint of hair between her
legs. He gave her a long look, and she looked down shyly.

An older girl said, "This is my kid sister. I guess we gotta find
out if you will do a girl like her."

"What's the story?" he said. "Is she too young for it? I don't
want to do anyone who doesn't want to get it."

"That's nice of you." said the older one. "She is a bit of a late
bloomer." Turning to the younger, she said, "So, Meghan, are you
willing to get it?" Meghan nodded. "Maybe eager?" Meghan nodded
more strongly. "More like you're crazy with desire?" Meghan
nodded even more decisively.

"She's had it a few times, with the king before last. But the
last one wouldn't do her at all, being not quite all there as a
woman. So... you gotta decide."

"Let me see all of you," he said, and Meghan stood up shyly.
"You'd like it?" For fun, he switched to the sort of voice a man
might use addressing a small girl. "Is your hole big enough to
take my thing?"

She smiled and nodded.

"Sweetie-pie, I'd love to stick my thing into your wee-wee, so
let's make a date."

"For later?" asked Meghan, trying to hide her disappointment.

"No, right now!" he growled, pushing her back roughly on the bed,
spreading her legs, and jamming his cock into her and up to the
hilt. Her vagina accepted his intrusion. It was noticeably
tighter than most of the others, but it still felt magnificent,
and he felt the same urge to leave her with a dot of sperm deep
inside.

But he liked doing her, and he was in no hurry to finish. He
fucked her hard the ordinary way, then did her from the side,
then turned her over and did her doggishly, then switched back to
the usual way. Not many girls got so much fucking at once, but
Adam found he loved it. Each time he went on to something new,
she looked at him with more surprise, apparently finding it hard
to believe her good luck.

Finally it was time to come, Adam jammed deep and let out more
sperm than usual. A nice big glob of it for her. She didn't quite
pass out, but looked at him with as much of a smile as she could
manage in her orgasmic stupor.

He gave the big sister her due, and also the third woman in the
room. He spent some extra time fucking each of them, and gave
each a bit of extra semen to not make the difference from Meghan
too obvious.

Adam yawned as he felt a new sort of weariness. "I do get
sleepy," he murmured.

"Oh, then back to your room and sleep, by all means... would you
like any company with you in bed?" asked the big sister.

He looked up wearily. "Yeah," he said. He looked at her. "You,
spooned against my back. I mean, if you're willing." He knew she
would accept, but he felt he still had to ask. It didn't much
matter to him who spooned against his back.

He returned to his room. Comforted by the warmth of the girl
behind him, he was out cold for an hour. It was dark outside when
he woke, and when he came to he was aware of many things. He was
hungry and thirsty, and had to pee. The big sister jumped up when
he mentioned the first of his needs, and they were all attended
to by her and a couple others who had been waiting nearby --
though the work like getting the right food into the room was
handled by workers.

One woman said, "There are bathrooms, of course, but if you'd pee
in this little vase we would love it very much. We love to see
the king pee... it's so different from how we do it, of course."

Adam peed into the designated container, amused at the astonished
pleasure shown by the assembled females who were watching.

He was served a hearty stew, and some delicious fresh bread with
butter. He might like some beer or wine later, but those things
made a man sleepy. He still felt sleepy, but he was also aware
that there were at least a hundred females who hadn't had his
attentions yet. He asked the worker on call about it.

"Hey, you gotta sleep. It's nice you're so horny and want to make
them all happy, but kings need a break like anyone else."

"Oh, good," he said, and ushered every single female and worker
out of his room. He then lay down and slept like a log for many
hours.

He yawned, stretched, and opened the door. "Not sure I'm up for
any sex yet," he said. "But I'd be happy for some company in
bed." A half dozen women enthusiastically took him up on his
offer, and he found his interest in sex rising more quickly than
he had anticipated. He fucked his immediate attendants, then they
were very helpful in directing him to the remainder of the women
-- the adult breeding females. A worker was also keeping track in
detail, and filled him in on the few they overlooked. He fucked,
thrust, and ejaculated at least one small drop inside every
single one.

The worker accompanying him said, "So, that's it. You're one
hundred percent done!"

Adam felt weary, but paused to ask question that lurked in the
pit of his stomach. He asked, "So, have I passed?"

She gave a broad smile. "Yes, you have passed, with flying
colors." But she turned business-like to say, "Of course, your
continuation as king can be revoked at any time --"

Adam waved his arm. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But as for the initial
thing, where a king has a few days to pass or fail the initial
test, I've passed that one?"

"Yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes!" said the worker.

He had slept some hours, but was still tired. That news made him
even more tired. His immediate task done, he slept for another
couple hours.

When he awoke and opened the door, a wash of naked femininity
politely asked permission to enter the room and surround him, and
he gave permission.

"Oh, he smells so good!" said one woman, sniffing his arm pit.
Others worked their hands gently over every inch of exposed skin.
One asked if she could lick him, and when he gave permission, he
was aware of half a dozen tongues on his flesh. One would stop
licking and he would hear a murmur of pleasure from that vicinity
before the tongue resumed its work. He could feel hair brushing
him here, a feminine voice and then another, soft feminine touch.
He was aware again of them sniffing him all over, and how much
they liked that. Receiving sensual attention from a group of
women seemed like it would be one of his main activities when his
cock was resting from copulation.

In the previous couple days he had pretty much fucked the women
in the order suggested. He was aware that some of the early bunch
seemed sick in a different way from the "anxiety about the new
king" that troubled most of them to some degree. The workers
confirmed now, in the more leisurely afternoon of his second day,
that some were sick. Some were quite sick, in fact, but a cock
and sperm always eased their discomfort. In some cases it helped
them heal. He visited them all again.

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"Of course one of your most important jobs -- no, THE most
important one -- is impregnating any of the women who are
fertile," explained his worker guide. "No one else can tell the
right time, not breeder females or workers or children, but a
male can. The kings all say she smells different. She starts
smelling different a day beforehand, but when it's the right
time, there's no doubt about it."

There had been one woman during the day before who had smelled
kind of alluring in a different way, but when he sought her out
now, she didn't smell different from the others. Apparently she
was just coming down off her fertile phase instead of entering
it.

Adam was glad to rest for a few hours the morning after he had
satisfied all the females for the first time, letting the women
sniff him and lick him and generally adore him.

But his body was not designed to forego sex for long. A couple of
the women who were licking him were especially attractive, though
he wasn't sure why. They all quickly noticed when he became
erect.

"So you're all really hot," he said. "Does it matter what order I
do you in? Do feelings get hurt?"

"Oh, he's so sweet!" said a woman who had been licking his arm.

"Of course you'll have favorites. You just fuck whoever you
want... Don't ask.. you're the king!"

"Well, then," he said, crawling towards a brown-haired beauty.
The other women all backed away to let him at her, and she lay
back on the bed, beaming. He didn't even need to aim -- she
handled that part. He just pushed in and in some more and in all
the way, and then he fucked in and out. Excitement building, in
under a minute he came. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she
passed out.

"Oh, he gave her a big glob!" whispered one of the others.

He realized he had just let himself go. He wasn't sure why, he
just had.

There was a blond who was on the chubby side, but he remembered
her pussy from his methodical fucking rounds the day before, and
it was a good one, somehow. His cock sliding out of the one
unconscious girl, he mounted the blond. Her pussy was as tight
and velvety as the day before, and after all of ten strokes he
felt his orgasmic pleasure and deposited a single drop deep
inside her. She groaned, relaxed, and smiled, while he pulled
out. All of these women were sexy, of course, but his mind went
to another of the ones he'd done the day before. He remembered
her bedroom, but when he got there she was out. One of her
roommates directed him to where she was, lounging and relaxing
with some of the others in a common room.

"You!" he said, pointing. "I want you!"

"Me?" she squeaked. She was one of the younger ones, her breasts
not fully grown, and her hips still had more filling out to do.

"Oooo," said one of the others as they made space for the girl to
lie back and spread her legs. Adam mounted and thrust. This was
especially appealing. He went on longer than usual, thrusting in
and out, deep and hard, over and over.

She looked at him with some embarrassment and awe, and also
expectation. When he finally gave her his little blob of goo, way
up inside, she shuddered with pleasure. He found it especially
nice too. She was so -- fresh.

He napped off and on, but found he didn't sleep a whole night
through. He found himself thinking of some woman he had fucked a
few days earlier who he wanted to fuck again. He slid into her
bed, and she always woke up with excitement as he slid on top of
her and into her. Sometimes he thrust all of three times before
coming inside her. Roommates awoke with whispered excitement.
Sometimes he did the others, just because they were there and all
these girls were hot, and his cock was ready to penetrate, thrust
and spread more magic while fogging his brain with yet another
orgasm or two or three.

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He smelled something unusual, a wonderful smell. He followed his
nose and found it in the form of a woman with dirty blond hair,
about average in height, average in weight -- a lovely average in
all things. The smell came not just from her, but from between
her legs -- that opening. He did her right then and there. He
somehow knew it wasn't quite time yet, but found it hard to limit
his ejaculation to a tiny blob. It took considerable effort. He
invited her into his room. "Am I... Are you going to make me
pregnant?" she asked with wonder.

"I've never done it before, but from what they say you've got the
smell. So I'd guess yes."

"Wow, I get to have another baby, and the first one you're going
to make!"

In his room, his focus was only on her. He felt some desire for
the other women around him. He fucked them and gave them a drop
way up inside, but it was almost absentminded.

That evening he knew it was time. He leered at her and said, "Oh,
yeah!"

"He's going to make her pregnant!" whispered one of the women who
hung around him. Word spread, and he got quite the audience. He
didn't mind -- he kind of liked it, in fact.

His species had evolved its own ways in the past hundreds of
thousands of years, but of course its evolutionary history went
back through the eons. And somehow he knew that this act he was
about to do connected with all his male ancestors, from a time
far before that.

He mounted this woman with the fabulous, sexy smell, plunged in,
and just let himself go. His body would not let him hold off to
savor the experience. It wasn't thirty seconds before he grabbed
her hips hard, forced his cock as far up into her as it would go,
and began spurting. He spurted, and spurted some more, his male
workings contracting over and over again. This sperm was needed
for reproduction, so he gave her plenty. She groaned, shuddered,
and passed out.

"Oooo, he really nailed her good!" said a young woman.

He actually took a bit of time to rest then. The reproductive act
tired him out in a way he wasn't used to.

He did another couple women who he found to be hot and sexy, but
just the ordinary way.

The fertile woman was never far from his mind. A couple hours
after the first insemination, he did her again, intently fucking
in and out, getting in all the way each time. After several
minutes it was time and he rammed in once more and once again
gave her gobs of the stuff.

He really needed some sleep now, and got his fertile woman to
join him in bed. He slept soundly, with wonderful dreams. When he
woke he found his head had somehow migrated down to her crotch so
he was getting a strong whiff of that amazing smell.

He came awake fully and of course what that crotch required was
not the attention of his nose. He lifted her up into doggy
position, she cooed and laughed, and then she put the finishing
touches on the presentation once she figured out what he had in
mind.

And then it was in and out, in and out... the same thing he did
dozens of times a day, but with a special intensity. His cock
felt bigger than usual, his thrusts sending it deeper than usual,
his building orgasm more intense than usual, and then he froze
and delivered his load -- the primitive, copious, impregnating
load.

He needed to rest for half an hour before going back to quick
fucks into the others around him.

A couple hours later he did his fertile girl once more. It wasn't
exactly just an ordinary fuck, but he knew that with her, for
now, his job was done.

She was content to go, knowing that his special treatment had --
mostly likely -- done its job and given her what she wanted.

After his first few weeks of learning new things, he settled into
a routine. He would fuck his favorites and invite them to share
his bed. He would follow the hints provided by his assigned
workers to make sure every girl and woman got her turn. Now and
then a woman became fertile and he did his squirting best to make
her pregnant.

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Adam liked playing with the young girls, and they enjoyed his
company too. He could cuddle infants in his arms, play tickle
games with toddlers, and do more complex games with the older
ones.

The girls naturally were curious about this organ that no one
else had, in its various stages of softness, hardness, and
penetration, and they got a chance to satisfy their curiosity.
Worker girls were less curious than the ones who were destined to
feel that prong stuff itself into them some day.

When devising make-believe games with him, the girls often
incorporated that penis of his. Some would lie back with legs
spread wide, pretending to hope for the sort of intrusion their
mothers craved. But it was only pretend. The thought of actually
having it stick into them was gross, and they were sure they
would never want it, and wouldn't go crazy like their mothers and
the big girls. The obvious size mismatch reinforced their
feelings. Maybe the bodies of their mothers went crazy along with
their minds, that they grew big enough down there to take that
big thing way up inside. And of course the majority of the
playmates of the younger ones were worker girls, who in fact
would never go crazy in either body or mind in that particular
way.

Children were everywhere, but rarely came into Adam's own
bedroom. Elsewhere, they were often nudged and cajoled into some
other room when a series of fuckings became likely in a room.

The sex acts a girl saw naturally included ones with the girl's
own mother. Women reported it was a special feeling to have an
infant nursing at the breast while Adam fucked them down below.

But there came an age, roughly seven, when the girls no longer
felt so comfortable playing make-believe with Adam and his penis.
They took the initiative in being somewhere else when his prong
was shafting one of the women or big girls.

And when they were nine or so, they happily moved into a wing of
the building where Adam never went. Their mothers and sisters
came and went freely -- and workers went anywhere -- but these
"tween" girls stayed there. They had full lives, it's just that
they were free of Adam or reminders of sex. As they began puberty
they got to wrestle with their own hormones and evolving feelings
without the naked Adam around. Some kings also had some tendency
to feel like fucking girls who weren't ready yet. Better to keep
them separate. But of course there came a day when they would
leave the virgins' quarters.

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Except for the very rare baby boy, all of the babies were girls
and were one of the two types: worker or breeder. This became
apparent at birth in a more intimate way that what he had
observed growing up in Windswept. Breeder girls had the labia
they would have as adults, though of course much smaller. Worker
girls had very little in the way of labia, as all nature required
of that part of their bodies was the ability to urinate.

There were roughly three worker girls born for every breeder
girl. The mothers loved all their daughters, but felt a little
extra bit of joy if the girl was a breeder like them, destined
for the same life path. The workers stayed with their mothers for
the first four years of life, nursing and doing the same things
as baby breeders did. One of the worker women was also the
designated constant companion of the little worker, serving
emotionally as a second parent. Around the age of four, they went
away with their worker parent to live with the workers and be
raised according to their serious ways. Over there, after the age
of nine or ten they became increasingly independent of their
adoptive mothers. Compared to the girls in the mountain species,
they were free from the distractions of hormones, crushes, and
sexual relationships going wrong -- or going right.

The scientists knew how this pattern had developed. It was also
the way of wasps, bees, and ants. The males were haploid and the
females diploid. Every breeder woman shared half her genes with
her daughters, as would the workers if they had had children. But
the workers shared three-quarters of their genes with their
sisters by the same king. Women passed on their genes more
effectively by helping their sisters thrive and mate than by
doing so themselves. Thus were born the caste of sterile workers.
Of course someone had to make the babies, and this was the fate
of the breeder females. And the linchpin of this genetic
structure was the haploid male, all of whose sperm carried
identical genetic material, the root cause of the sisters sharing
3/4 of their genes.

The breeders had a life centered around sex and around children
-- the worker girls through the age of four, and the breeder
girls through their whole lives. Workers handled the less
pleasant parts of parenthood, but the breeders kept a strong
emotional bond with their own breeder daughters. It was a life of
pleasure. It was a life held together by the sexual attentions of
the king.

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A girl came shyly into Adam's room, one he had not been invited
to mate with before. She was accompanied by a big sister.

"Oh, hello!" he said. "I don't think I've met you."

"No," said the big sister. "Anna's a virgin who came up here just
last week. We don't know if she's ready or not...'

"I am too!" hissed the girl.

"But as you can see, she thinks so. All girls want to be grown
up, to be one of the breeder women. They know how much we love
getting it. But we've modeled your blessed penis..." She produced
a plastic replica of his erect organ.

"How did you manage...?" he asked.

"You've got hundreds of women who've all received your
magnificent organ, and we've all had a chance to feel how big it
is, so it wasn't hard. Anyway, this doesn't fit inside her."

"It would too, if you'd push!" said Anna.

"And lots of us remember fondly the first time we did it, when it
really did hurt, maybe a lot, but we were so proud of getting it,
and so excited, and that first little blob of holy semen made the
hurt go away."

"The other question," put in one of the women who had been
lounging around, "is whether you find her attractive, with barely
any breasts, just a bit of hair down there. The last king
wouldn't have been... he couldn't get himself to do that girl you
did -- our youngest one."

The sister said, "But you seemed to like that one especially, so
Anna is hopeful."

"Oh, my goodness, she's plenty attractive," said Adam, reaching
out to stroke her cheek.

Anna blushed.

"So will you try?" asked the big sister.

"If she wants me to, I'd be delighted."

Instantly the girl laid herself out before him, the women
withdrawing to a respectful distance.

He mounted her, she opened her pussy lips, and he pushed. His
cock did not go in. He pressed harder, and it still did not
budge.

"You want me to try even harder?" he asked.

Anna nodded enthusiastically. He pressed even harder. Her body
involuntarily jerked and he could see her wince.

"Keep going," she begged.

"Nah, I don't want to. It even hurts my cock."

The girl looked at him with big soulful eyes, then curled up into
the fetal position and cried.

"Anna!" said her big sister. "This is the king! Get a hold of
yourself!"

"I'm sorry," said the big sister, reaching in to comfort her.
"She's -- well, just a little not right in the head."

"Let me," Adam said softly, and he reached in to pick up the
confused girl and cradle her like a baby. The women looked on
with wide eyes.

He took his little finger and slid it smoothly up inside Anna's
vagina.

"That's the idea of what you'd like?"

The girl nodded.

"What about this?" he slid in his middle finger, and she nodded.

"You'd like me to go like this?" he said, shoving the middle
finger in and out. The girl closed her eyes and nodded.

He said, "Real soon now, OK?" And then he kissed her on the nose,
then the cheek, and released her.

She was red with embarrassment but couldn't help smiling at him
as she stumbled out of the room, followed by her big sister.

The other women just looked at him.

"What's the matter?" he said.

"That was so... kind... and sweet." Those adjectives were spoken
uncertainly, with a not entirely positive attitude.

"Well, 'fuck you!' he growled, grabbing the nearest woman,
spreading her legs and ramming his cock up inside her deep. Three
strokes and he delivered. It seemed to break the tension in the
room.

"And you!" he said, grabbing another as his stiff cock slid from
one slick pussy into another, and delivered inside her. The last
of the tension dissipated.

He guessed they wanted their man to be strong and tough. Maybe a
little kindness now and then, but not a softy!

Having exhausted the supply of women in that room, he went out
into the hallways. On the way out another was walking by and he
shoved her against the wall. After a flash of initial surprise,
she looked delighted. He rammed inside ten times before giving
her his magic little drop. He fucked the women in the nearest
bedroom too, basic king style: penetrate, grunt, and deliver. It
was what the women hoped for and expected.

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Along with his large master bedroom and the women's bedrooms,
usually four beds to a room, with a few children's beds as
needed, there were little closets and single-bed rooms.

When no one else was around, Adam found Anna. He invited her into
one of the little rooms and shut the door.

"You still want it?" he said. She nodded.

"Let's see how it goes," he said soothingly. "See if it goes
smoothly now."

He prepared himself for some tough penetration, and she looked
like she was preparing for some pain as well.

He pressed gently, and then just a little harder -- and then her
pussy expanded around his tip. It was very tight -- the tightest
pussy he had been in, but it was big enough. He slid in and out
slowly, unable to hide his pleasure.

When she realized it was going to work without a lot of pain, she
sighed and relaxed and looked at him lovingly.

He had to come soon -- nature required that he give this little
virgin her dose of happiness -- and he had an impulse to just let
out everything his balls had in store just then. But he didn't
want her to pass out, so he gave her just a little dose... but
maybe three times what a woman would get in a "standard"
ejaculation. And he studied her face as she convulsed with
pleasure, for a long time, but did not actually pass out. He
found his own climax remarkably powerful and pleasurable.

Adam broached an uncomfortable subject. "Your sister said you're
not quite right in the head."

Anna smiled. "Yeah, I don't know what it is. But I'm so
embarrassed, thinking about that time. I mean, you were really
sweet, but to cry with a king there because I couldn't get what I
wanted!"

"It's OK," said Adam. "Sometimes I wish I knew what you females
really thought, instead of all this adoration all the time."

Anna smiled. "They like you. They really do. Almost all of them.
And the others don't mind, they just grouse a tiny bit now and
then."

"Oh, who? What do they grouse about?"

"You think I'm going to tell you?"

"Well, I am your king!" he intoned with a deep, authoritative
voice.

She stuck her tongue out at him and he laughed. There was a bit
of silence.

"So, you've lost your virginity. You miss out on the pain and the
wham/bam, and now all is forgiven once you get the goo inside? Or
were you cheated?"

"Well... maybe you could do that some time too... Might be hard
to arrange the pain any more, though."

And while Adam of course resumed his wide-ranging fucking of his
hundreds of women, he did visit Anna a little more often than any
of the others. And he loved it when she stuck her tongue out at
him.

She did a couple times confide a concrete problem with a
solution. Adam liked to do Pauline from the rear, but for some
reason that position hurt her on the inside. She adored her king
and would never tell. Adam never would have known if Anna didn't
confide it to him, swearing him to secrecy. But he decided he
liked holding her against the wall and doing her vertically -- a
pretty rare position -- and the problem was solved. After a while
he returned to the standard position: woman on her back, king
above her and in her.

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"We think it's time to produce a male infant."

"I thought the women just did that on their own."

"Genetically the male would be no relation to you, but we need
your active participation to induce a woman to produce a boy."

The requirement was simple enough. When the chosen woman became
fertile, she smelled like any other. He would start in on the
day-long repeated matings that he had become accustomed to. The
big difference was that he must never ejaculate inside her
vagina. Had this involved screwing this fertile female several
times without coming, it would have been excruciating. It instead
involved another woman or two -- the cum dumps -- a delicious
role the women vied for. He would start with one of them, and let
out all the sperm he could. After carefully wiping the tip of his
cock, he would plunge it back into his fertile mate and fuck
away. When climax seemed likely, he would pull out, fuck one of
the other supporting women briefly and dump cum in her. He chose
Anna for his most favored cum dump, and was delighted to see her
pass out in ecstasy when he first emptied his system. But he
spread the wealth around to a few others of his favorites as
well.

In line with his instructions, his mating with the prospective
mother of the little boy was even more frenetic. You cannot rape
a willing partner, but he treated her the way a rapist might, and
sometimes it looked like her consent was wavering. But encouraged
by the workers, he kept pounding away in her in the most primal
and brutal way possible. He did a lot of it from the rear. Every
hour or so he was in her again, and they kept at it for a full
day, until he reported that her odor of fertility had entirely
gone. He lost track of how many times he had pulled out of his
mate to dump cum -- twenty, maybe?

Presumably that first attempt didn't "take" because he was called
upon to do it to the same woman again a couple months later. They
reported that that one had in fact been successful.

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The workers had noted a certain fondness for his mates who were
the youngest, and decided it didn't pose a problem. But when the
next virgin was on the cusp, they waited until she was fully
ready before she was released into the breeding pool and
presented to him. Although she was excited to have sex for the
first time and join the ranks of breeding women, there was no
physical trauma. His cock glided into a tight, slick pussy and
disgorged its load. It was naturally special to her, but it was
special to him too, which was also natural.

Along with the occasional virgin entering the pool of his mates
and the women who needed impregnation, there were a few other
unusual occasions that called for his attention.

Childbirth was no easy matter, involving a day or more of labor.
At a time when the female of most species has zero interest in
sex, his services were much appreciated, as a sizable blob of
semen lessened the worst of the pain.

At the age of 40 or so, the breeder women started into menopause.
Adam was no longer encouraged to try to impregnate them, even on
those rare occasions when he detected their fertility. Their
active desire for his sexual attentions lessened -- they did fine
for a week at a time without his penile intrusion, then a month,
and then they had no hormonally induced interest at all. After a
while they would move along to other quarters, to keep the
breeder house full of breeders and potential breeder girls, and
not aging deadwood.

Adam asked after the older women who disappeared and heard of
their separate quarters. He did something no king had ever done
before. He inquired about visiting and having sex with some of
them. After the initial experiments, the workers debated whether
this unusual behavior on the part of the king threatened the
social order, but decided it did not. He visited several times a
year, and fucked the ones who were still reasonably young and
healthy. They all still loved it based on the memories and the
psychological connections, even if the physical ones were gone.
He made many friends in that group. Maybe it wasn't the most
rewarding experience for him physically, but his body still
responded, and he liked to make women happy. In time, the
quarters included women he had been fucking for years and had
impregnated more than a couple times.

A king had hundreds of mates, and any king would have favorites
and know many of them. But Adam knew each breeder woman
individually, and actually sort of cared about each one.

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Another change in the situation emerged only after the passage of
many years, but while slow it was inevitable.

If the life of the breeders was one of pleasure, the life of the
king was one of near ecstasy. Along with fine food, walks in
pleasant woods, swimming, and other like pursuits, his life was
designed around breeder women. They sniffed him, they licked him,
they massaged him, and they always responded enthusiastically to
his sexual overtures. He had lots and lots of sex -- penetrating
females one after another, and having orgasms with his cock
deeply seated in their vaginas. He quickly learned to control the
amount he released at any time, but an orgasm with very little
semen felt nearly as good as the ones where he spurted gobs of
cum all over the cervixes of women he was trying to impregnate.

Of course the community initially consisted entirely of those who
had been fathered by previous kings, including all the children.
But starting nine months after his arrival, all babies born were
his. The community filled up with his daughters, breeders and
workers alike.

As his oldest breeder daughters turned 13 or 14, they were happy
to lose their virginity to their father and let him meet their
sexual needs. He was just as happy. But who would father their
children? Adam smelled their fertility like that of any other
female, but in their case it was accompanied with a sense of
revulsion -- he couldn't possibly impregnate them. The scientists
figured this was an evolutionary adaptation. If Adam impregnated
them, the specter of damaging inbreeding loomed large.

There was no great hurry. Those oldest daughters could wait until
15 or 16 to have their first children, but something needed to
change. Those girls needed fresh blood. Or rather fresh sperm.
Unrelated sperm. The sperm of a new king.

Over the years he had figured out various ways that a king's
reign could end. Some would of course fail the tests to be the
new king and vanish around the age of 18. Others would show their
inadequacy within a year or two. Perhaps they were lazy or lacked
the stamina for the amount of breeding required of them. Perhaps
they were not effective at fathering daughters, or the daughters
that arrived were not robust and healthy. Perhaps they were
cruel, and used their unique position to not only mate with the
breeder women but to badly hurt their feelings and undermine the
morale of the entire group. Others did a good job at first, but
most simply became tired by their early 30s. Adam was still going
strong.

Workers now and then said that old kings were altered and lived
out their live much as workers; the worker who advised him on his
journey to Rocky Ledge had suggested that was the fate of teen
boys who were not chosen as kings. Perhaps retired kings met the
same fate. Some people figured the disappearance actually
involved some form of execution.

Adam wasn't sure which sounded worse, death or castration. But he
accepted his likely fate, as all people in a society typically
do. What else could he do?

He had come to the community at the age of 18, and by the time he
turned 32, all of the breeders aged 13 and under were his
daughters.

But Adam was an extraordinary king. He kept all his women
satisfied -- more than satisfied, typically. He impregnated them
with high probability when their fertile times were upon them. He
was kind and considerate -- and this the women prized a great
deal. He was as energetic at 32 as he had been at 18. He also had
allies among the post-menopausal women.

A couple years passed. Everyone, women and workers alike, hated
to see him go.

But his oldest daughters were now 15, well into their
reproductive years. Something had to give.

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Chapter 2

He needed to come with them for a health check-up, they said.
This was common enough, so he followed them without suspicion.
But when he got to the building, it was no health check-up. There
were half a dozen workers, including a couple of big, tough ones.

The worker he figured to be the leader spoke. "You've known that
we have to let you go because of the genetic problem that keeps
you from breeding with your daughters. Today is the day. We have
some candidates lined up who will try out for your job as king."

Adam nodded.

"You have been a very good king." He appreciated that she didn't
give a long speech about that part. "Now the question is your
fate. All of our retiring kings go to Shady Banks. We have a
mutual arrangement with them. You would have a choice between
castration or death. Some try castration first, and then choose
death later." She changed to a brighter tone. "But your situation
is unique. You have been such a good king that there is interest
in others in retaining your services... How would you like
another kingdom?"

"I've really enjoyed being king and although no other community
could come close to Rocky Ledge, I'm sure it could still be
pleasant. It would still involve lots of sex with women?" He
tried to give a winning smile. When the alternatives were
castration or death, just about anything would sound good, but
sincerity might help his cause.

"The guy's even a diplomat, not just a cock and a pair of balls,"
murmured one of the committee.

"Yes," said the leader.

"Can I say goodbye?" he asked. "There are so many of the women
and girls here I'll miss!"

"I'm sure you will, and they will be miss you even more. But on
the rare occasions "goodbyes" have been tried in recent years, it
never works out well. They know you will miss them, and you know
they will miss you. You have to leave it at that."

"And in just a day or two, they will all be having sex with a
different king!" he said, with a mix of sadness and anger in his
voice that he had not intended.

"True," said the leader. "But by the same token you will be
having sex with a whole new set of women in your new home."

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The new community was called Susan's Lakeshore.

Windswept and Rocky Ledge had been communities of roughly the
same size. Susan's Lakeshore was much smaller -- perhaps a
quarter the size, which suited Adam fine. There was less required
fucking and more time for fucking that suited his fancy or that
of his partners. He slept more and took up more recreation,
including swimming in the lake in a serious way. But when it was
time for sexual exertion, he made sure to go at it vigorously and
enthusiastically.

Once again he was visiting all his breeder women, and sliding his
cock deep into their pussies as they viewed him with adoration,
and feeling the high of orgasm in his brain -- a high that he
never grew tired of. As before, he was to impregnate the women
who became fertile, and very rarely go through the motions of
impregnation with one who was designated to have a son. Every now
and then he got to introduce an adolescent girl to the breeder
life by taking her virginity. And between all that he spent a lot
of time lolling in bed, with his favorite adoring women all
around him, a thigh here, a flowing mane of hair there, a breast
over here, and a pussy not too far away. And when the moment was
right, he would rise up and fuck that pussy hard and long and
deep, while its owner treasured her good luck and the others
looked on with good-natured envy. When the little blob of sperm
was delivered, it was back to lolling in bed, surrounded by
cooing, smooth-skinned female adoration.

But a few things were different. Among the many women he met for
introductory fucking were a few who were unconscious. This was
not the unconsciousness brought on by a large dose of his sperm.
They were out cold before sex started because of some medication.
That seemed odd to him, but the attendant worker assured him it
was natural. The woman's pussy was still hot and wet, and he did
his job.

Not long afterwards he met these same women in a groggy state,
not asleep but definitely sedated. And though sedated, a couple
were distressed about something, though he couldn't tell what.
The female anatomy was as welcoming and satisfactory as always,
and he did his job. Sometimes he met one of these women multiple
times in this condition.

Then he recognized one of his formerly half-conscious partners
presenting herself to him when fully alert. She presented her
rear end to him, not looking at him and saying nothing. He took
her from behind. It was rare a woman didn't at least look at him,
but her female parts still cooperated just fine with his male
parts to achieve the desired end.

Another woman did turn to look at him briefly while presenting
her rear end, and she was definitely not happy. "Anything wrong?"
he asked. "I rarely see that kind of face on a woman."

"Everything is just fine," she said between clenched teeth.

He had a couple choices. One was to sit down and try to draw this
woman out in conversation. It seemed likely it would have some
negative elements to it. The other option was to grab her butt,
stick his cock in her pussy, and achieve the ecstasy of orgasm
while delivering his blob way up inside. He chose the second.

Naturally he assumed he had been introduced to all the women and
breeding-age girls within the first few days of his arrival. Part
of his role was to bind them together with his smell. The only
new entries into the pool of breeders were virgins who came of
age.

But when he had been at the community three months, he was
presented with an entirely new woman who was drugged unconscious.
He asked what was going on, but his worker told him everything
was just fine. Then a second new woman was presented for his
insemination in the same condition. He did the job, but this
time, after doing the mating deed, he wasn't so easily put off.

"We never got any new adult women over at Rocky Ledge. The only
way we got new women was when girls grew up. Where are these
women coming from? And why are they unconscious?"

The worker tried to distract him, but when that failed, he was
invited to a private meeting with some of the higher-up workers.
The head of the group spoke.

"Most communities never take new women in from the outside. Just
as at Rocky Ledge, the supply of women of reproductive age is
entirely fed by the girls who grow up. However, by that method it
is very hard for a community to grow. We need to grow -- you can
see how small we are compared to Rocky Ledge. Growing up, the
story we are told is that all people, workers, women, and the
occasional king belong to a single community. Except for the
kings, everyone stays in the community they grew up in. But
things are more complicated than that. For one thing, new
communities form when a large community splits in two. For
another, some workers choose to live on their own, independent of
any community. They of course cannot reproduce. So, many such
communities die out, and the way the others survive is by finding
a stream of replacement workers to join them. Workers out in the
world have many options, and that is one of them.

"However, there are also some workers who keep a few women with
them and try to survive by way of reproduction. That is illegal,
as the children in such communities are being abused by being
raised in such circumstances. When such groups are broken up, the
reproductive-age women are distributed to established
communities. Many go freely and soon are absorbed into the new
community as part of the natural fabric of women and children.
Others, however, are more resistant. They need to be introduced
gradually to the new king, absorb his smell and his mating semen,
and then they become part of the community. Susan's Lakeshore
specializes in taking in some of the harder cases. Although the
women who are unconscious or drugged might not really want to be
mating with you, it is for their long-term health, and they come
to see that in time."

This was a lot of information to digest. At Rocky Ledge, one
thing was constant. The women were willing, and almost always
enthusiastic. "And the ones who take it from the rear and won't
look at me, that's the next step along the path?"

"That's sometimes an intermediate step."

"And if they refuse they will be punished?"

"Sometimes there are consequences, true, but it is all part of
turning these women who have gotten used to an abusive way of
life into being content within a community again."

That was the end of the meeting, but Adam remained troubled. Some
of the women at Susan's Lakeshore were as happy to see him and
accept his mating as all of the women at Rocky Ledge. And yet
there was a difference, as he thought about it now. Perhaps
two-thirds the women were friendly and enthusiastic. But here
some were just willing, as if allowing his penis into their
vaginas was a chore to be done. The body language of some others
wasn't even that accepting. He had wondered before if this was
some Susan's Lakeshore peculiarity, but he realized now it was
the fact that they simply did not want to be there mating with
him. They had to, or there would be bad consequences.

He didn't like this. He didn't like it at all. The idea of sex
where the woman wasn't willing was new to him. He'd never been
brought up to think of such a thing, though he dimly recalled
that it might happen among the primitive mountain people. But
that is what was happening with a rather large portion of the
women he fucked. It didn't seem right to him.

He decided to do an experiment. He made a point of chatting with
some of the ordinary, happy women after sex. What was their
girlhood like, who were their friends, how many kings had they
lived under? They always gave relaxed and informative answers.
Then he tried this with a few of the others. They gave vague,
uninformative answers, or said that just wasn't something they
liked to talk about.

He realized that when he was with any of the women who presented
themselves doggy-style and never looked at him, there was always
a worker present. When he tried asking this sort of woman about
her past, the worker always stepped in to deflect the questions
and say that wasn't a suitable subject of conversation. They were
the unwilling ones not yet trusted enough to mate alone with the
king and keep quiet about their past and circumstances.

What if he refused to have sex with any woman who wasn't truly
willing? It wouldn't work for long. Workers could detect women
who weren't getting inseminated, and would surely ask why he
wasn't doing his job. But he had to do something.

He chose one of the reluctant ones who was not accompanied by a
worker, and simply said, "You know, I've figured out that you
really don't want to be doing this. And I want you to know that I
don't want to be doing it either if you don't. I really don't
like it."

The woman seemed surprised. He repeated it with the others who
were in that category. Apparently word got around, because one
woman was clearly expecting it. "You know, some of us really
appreciate it, your saying you don't want to be doing this. But
then a few others ask, if you don't want to be doing it, why do
you do it?"

"Oh," said Adam. "I suppose I'm somewhat selfish. You know if a
woman isn't getting her semen the workers can tell. And if it's
because I'm not trying, that's really bad for me. Maybe if I was
a really good person I would just refuse. But you know what
happens to kings who don't do the job. They're killed." He
snapped his fingers.

"Oh. I guess that's true, isn't it... We're both under duress,
though if we women don't follow the rules, they don't kill us.
They just force us."

He repeated the story the committee had told him, to see if she
had a different view.

The woman smiled at some points, and winced at others.

"She's got it basically right. However, not all those independent
mini-communities are illegal -- at least the laws aren't ever
enforced. Some of them are interesting experiments and very happy
places. But Susan's Lakeshore kidnaps women from them. I was
kidnapped. The independents can't complain, since they're
technically illegal. But we end up here. And I suppose you
wouldn't know what it's like to be raised with a close group of
women and girls, assuming they will be your community until you
die, and then you're ripped away and put with strangers. Have you
noticed how we're divided into sections here and have nothing to
do with each other?"

Adam had realized there were two buildings, and he went back and
forth between them, and they told him not to discuss anything in
one group with the other. They said it was an experiment.

"That's because if they get more than one of us, they always
split us up, to make the old loyalties go away."

"Those other women, the newest arrivals... The ones who take it
doggy style and never look at me... and especially the ones who
are drugged... I'd like to tell them I don't want to be doing it
to them... I like it even less. Could you somehow get the word to
them? There's always a worker present when I'm doing them, and
I'm afraid I'd be in big trouble if they heard me saying anything
like that."

"Yeah, I can see that. I think I can get the word to all of them
too."

"Thank you so much."

Shortly after, some of the sedated women became less distressed.
More of the previous doggy presenters took it lying on their
backs. They didn't smile, but they looked at him as something of
an equal -- both stuck doing something they didn't want to be
doing. They understood that even though he had a hard-on and was
plunging his cock deep into their pussies until he ejaculated
there, that didn't mean he wanted to be doing it.

One of the abductees was becoming fertile. He asked his network
if she wanted to get pregnant, and not surprisingly a firm "no"
was relayed back to him. So when he fucked her next he made sure
to give her not even a tiny drop.

But he realized that failure to impregnate posed an additional
danger for him that would develop a bit more slowly, but just as
surely. The workers would soon notice if none of the abductees
got pregnant, and the suspicion would fall squarely on him. As
for his conscience, any given act of unwanted sex was an event
lasting at most a couple minutes, and then it was over. A
pregnancy -- it transformed a woman's life.

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A worker took Adam aside to a private place. "Word's gotten
around... you hate mating with the ones who don't want it -- the
abductees."

"Oh, I understand that some need some reeducation to become
content community members. I'm happy to do my job."

"Yeah, yeah, you don't trust me. But there's a few of us workers
who don't like it either. And we're afraid your days are numbered
because of what you've done already. We've got a plan. We can get
you out of here alive if you want. There's a group on the outside
that wants you. It's not exactly approved, but it's not illegal
either. It involves traveling around. But we swear, you never
have to do a girl who doesn't want to get it. Everyone is in it
because they want to be."

"I don't know, it sounds like total fantasy," he said. "You've
just got a screw loose!"

"Just don't tell anyone," she whispered. "And wait."

Another worker pulled him aside the next day and gave him the
same story.

He thought about his options. The ruling workers here at Susan's
Lakeshore could have him killed at any moment. They could do that
even if he was a perfect king and not a troublemaker. Some
workers thought he was in immediate danger. If his conscience
caught up with him and he refused to impregnate unwilling women,
he was surely a goner.

What sort of a life would it be, this other one? It sounded
strange, but it also sounded exciting.

He gave his OK to be part of the plan. The next night he
pretended to have serious abdominal cramping, and the worker on
duty for such eventualities accompanied him to the health clinic.
But she was in on the plan, and once outside he followed her
instructions that sent him off down a long path, left on a side
path, into a grove of trees, and to a high fence. He had to
search just a few yards in one direction to find a hole in the
fence, just as promised. Once on the other side, there was a
waiting car that whisked him away.

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It was a spacious sedan. In the two front seats were workers.
When he got in the back and shut the door, he was immediately
aware of the other occupant in the back -- she was no worker. A
woman. A breeding woman.

The worker in the off-driver seat said, "I'm Elizabeth, and she's
Wanda," indicating the driver. "Welcome. We will be traveling
back roads to one of our camps, in case Susan's Lakeshore sends
anyone out to try to track you down. That's Emily back there with
you, one of 'your own kind'. She was interested in coming along,
and we thought you might like to get acquainted."

Get acquainted? Emily was eyeing him hungrily. She was not just
'one of his kind', but she was fertile. The odor was
overpowering, especially in the enclosed space.

"Holy shit!" he murmured. He had put on a robe for his trip to
the infirmary, because of the chill air, but now he discarded it,
bringing his very erect penis into view. Emily looked at it,
mesmerized.

"Do you want to do it?" he ask urgently.

"Yes, I do! But I never have done it... never even seen one of
those!" she said, indicating his organ.

Not just a fertile woman but a fertile virgin? It was unheard of
in a community -- a girl would be allowed to mate with the king
many months before she ever became fertile.

"How old are you?"

"Nearly fifteen."

The deal had been that he was escaping from Susan's Lakeshore to
a new kind of life. This was a different life all right, where a
girl could get to 15 without having sex, or without even seeing
the king having sex with the older women in her group.

Emily lay back on the back seat as best she could, head against
the wall of the car, legs spread making her skirt ride up. She
quickly reached down to remove her underpants.

Adam mounted and prepared to penetrate. Should he say anything
about her being fertile? No one had ever suggested he try *not*
to make a girl pregnant -- except on those rare occasions when he
was trying to get a woman to conceive a son. But the idea of
entering her and not ejaculating? He wasn't sure he could even do
it.

"I'm sorry... I hope I'm OK."

"Don't worry about that," said Adam, his cock tip nuzzling
against her vaginal folds. "You're going to pass out, though."

"I am?"

"You'll be really happy, but yeah, you'll pass out."

Emily's vagina was lubricated just fine, with no obstruction --
there might be some obstruction at age 12, but at 15? His cock
got in halfway, he pulled back, then in all the way, and he let
loose. He spurted for a luscious girl, he spurted for a virgin,
and he spurted to make her pregnant... over and over and over
again. His pleasure was more intense than usual, and her face
turned to ecstasy before she passed out. Finally his cock stopped
spurting.

"Guess it didn't take them long to get acquainted," said the
driver, looking in the mirror.

Elizabeth said, "As we get into these more populated areas,
you've got to lie down on the floor. Can't have any of those male
features showing." Adam was balding and according to custom had a
modest, trimmed beard. "Emily can sit up but you'll have to lie
on the floor."

"Uh, I'm afraid Emily won't be sitting up any time soon," he
said.

"Oh... oh, it was that bad?... Yeah, I'd heard about that."

"What?" asked the driver.

"If a king really gives a girl a whole lot, she likes it so much,
she passes out -- but just for a couple minutes, I thought."

"Usually it is, usually it is," said Adam. "But, as she was a
virgin, I guess I didn't hold back as much as I could have."

"Well, then, I guess you'll both have to lie on the floor... can
you manage that?"

"I think so, though some lumps may stick up into the field of
view."

"Let me get a blanket from the back to cover you two."

He lay down beside Emily but didn't quite fit so he was partly
draped over her, and the driver laid the blanket over them.

As the car drove off, Adam was instantly aware of a fertile woman
beside him. Ordinarily he'd wait for her to wake up before
inseminating her again, but she might be out for a while, and his
loins were pulsing with desire and need. He realized he'd fled
Susan's Lakeshore because he never wanted to have sex with a
woman who didn't want it. Emily couldn't exactly consent, but he
figured, given her condition -- what the heck. Down in the dark,
he had an easy enough time locating Emily's pussy by feel and
aligning his cock to slide in. In under a minute he delivered
inside her again, a lot of semen, as appropriate to trying to
make a woman pregnant. The car drove on. There being no other
females to distract him, and with such an overpowering odor... He
fucked the passed-out Emily again and again and again.

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Adam was aware of the car turning, going more slowly for a while,
turning again, and he could hear they were on a dirt road. The
blanket was pulled off from the front seat, and Adam began
unfolding himself up onto the rear seat. He also pulled Emily up
to a sitting position, though she was still not conscious.

Before long the car stopped in front of a rambling house. By the
light of the moon he could see another was close by, and he could
see some outbuildings.

The workers got out, and Adam took Emily in his arms and carried
her in.

"Is Emily OK?" asked a woman.

"She's just fine," said Adam, rocking her to and fro and smiling
at her. She stirred. "How do you feel, Emily?"

"I feel... wonderful..." She drew out the last word, then passed
out again.

A group was convening in the living room. Adam laid Emily on a
sofa. The group consisted of two women -- real, breeder, women --
and five worker adults. They told him that the only others in the
community were the children, who were asleep elsewhere in the
house.

Elizabeth appeared to be the leader of the whole group, and now
she spoke. "We haven't explained the situation to you entirely,
and we thought it best if all the adults were here when we did."

Adam nodded.

"Six years ago, all of us were part of a small community, with a
king and five breeding females, including Cait and Julie here. It
was on the borderline of being too small -- we realized that, but
increasing size is hard to do quickly as you breeders can only
breed so fast. And then came the raiding party to take us all
prisoner and distribute us to the kidnapping centers like Susan's
Lakeshore. In theory they have nothing to do with Susan's, but
they're actually on the payroll. They got all the others and sent
them off -- some to Susan's, some to other places we haven't
tracked them to. However, the group of us here escaped because
Meredith and I -- she indicated one of the other workers -- were
foolhardy or brave, depending on how you look at it. Cait and
Julie and all their children, together with a bunch of us adult
workers who are mostly Cait and Julie's sisters, escaped. After
some temporary camps we found our way to this homestead. But we
don't officially exist. We have more than the usual reasons to
stay below the radar. One of the raiding party was killed during
our escape -- OK, I'm the one who did it. And kidnapping is not
as serious a crime as murder." She sighed.

"We've been living here without any male, or king, for six years.
This is hard on us -- especially Cait and Julie."

Adam interrupted. "I can tell. Could we take a short break while
I fuck them? Then we'll all be able to concentrate better."

Elizabeth looked at the two women, who nodded furtively. "Oh,
well, OK. Maybe in the other room."

Sexual privacy thing was no part of the two communities Adam had
served in (he wasn't sure about Windswept), but he was in their
group now.

There was another room, separated by an arch rather than a real
door. If everyone stayed in their seats no one would see. He took
Cait into the other room. She looked nervous. "It's been so long,
I'm sorry..."

"Don't worry," he said pulling down her jeans and underpants as
she lay back on the sofa. He tossed off his cloak to reveal his
naked, masculine self, including his straining erection. But he
paused a moment. "You do want this?" he said. "You want it now?"

"Yes!" she pleaded. Adam slid his cock into the woman's slick and
tight pussy, pumped ten times, and, accompanied by his own
ecstasy, he gave her a slightly larger than usual blob of sperm.
Not enough to make her pass out -- except she did. He realized he
had never been with a woman who had gone six years without sex.
Julie was waiting in the archway that separated the two rooms,
looking unsure whether to come in or not. As Adam withdrew his
organ from Cait, he beckoned Julie in. She pulled up her dress
and pulled her underpants down, as Adam pushed her against the
wall. Just in time he stopped himself.

"You want this?"

"Yes."

"Now -- like this?"

"Yes!"

Whether they've been used in six years or not, vaginas are tight
and hot and wet. If you really surprised a woman, her pussy might
be dry, but if she had two seconds notice of what was coming, it
was always slick and ready. Julie's was ready. He fucked in and
out for no more than half a minute before he gave her a little
blob of sperm too -- smaller than Cait's, and indeed as intended
she did not fall over unconscious. By now Cait had revived, Adam
put his robe back on, the other two rearranged their clothing,
and the three of them returned to the main group.

Emily was conscious now, too, if a bit punchy as if drunk, and
said, "Oh, Adam..." with adoration.

Elizabeth looked at the three women, and said. "I'd forgotten...
give you women a king, and you all get like this." She looked at
Adam, who shrugged.

Elizabeth resumed her speech. "Anyway, as for economics, we've
gotten by on vegetables, a few lucrative things like truffles
from the woods. We grow most of our own food. Alice and Carol
work as day laborers sometimes," she said, indicating two of the
workers, who nodded. "But times are tight, money is in short
supply, and we desperately need some income. We also need a male,
and Cait and Julie were going crazy without one, and maybe Emily
too."

Julie absentmindedly raised her skirt and fiddled with her
panties, looking at Adam.

"Maybe they've got some catching up to do," said Adam, sliding
over onto Julie, holding her underpants to the side, and plunging
in and out.

"Really!" said Elizabeth, looking uncomfortable.

"Oh, you can keep talking," said Adam. "You got some breeders, we
gotta breed, right?"

"It is how our species works," put in Alice.

"Very well," said Elizabeth. "There was a lot of tension in our
small group before it got broken up. Luke, the man, was unhappy
and maybe even sick, with so few women to breed with."

Adam had moved on to Cait, helping her pull her jeans and
underpants down enough to get at her.

"And of course you would have even fewer. But the idea to solve
both problems is that we rent you out, taking you around to
various other small communities who don't have a king. They pay
for the privilege, especially if you can make them pregnant, but
also just for their general well-being, and you get enough, um,
pussy, to keep you content."

By now Adam was sliding his cock into Emily, whose face was awash
in ecstasy even before he gave her a little dose of seed.

"Sounds like a plan," said Adam, ejaculating. It was hard to hold
back the amount with Emily, because she was still fertile.

"And, also, you're not just an ordinary king. You're Adam. You
have a reputation from Rocky Ledge. We think you'll be desirable
enough to deter any others who try to get into this business."

"Guess I was pretty popular," he said, smiling, his cock sticking
straight up from his naked form.

"And then for our group, too, Cait and Julie will want more
children, and Emily and the two younger ones when they come of
age."

"Oh, I think Emily is already pregnant."

"Really?" said the others. Emily looked at him with wonder.

"Hey, you stick me under a blanket with a fertile virgin for a
couple hours, what do you expect? And in that enclosed space, the
odor. Wow..."

"But... but you could have asked?"

Adam paused, frowning briefly. "Listen, Elizabeth," he Adam in a
kindly tone. "You're the boss around here. We do what you say.
But you might have lost your new king to madness sticking him in
the back seat of that car with Emily for hours. When it comes to
the fucking that goes on in your own household, you leave that to
me and the breeders, OK?"

Elizabeth looked to protest, but the other workers nodded at her.
Different spheres of power. She would have to deal with that.
"Very well."

Julie yawned, even as she spread her legs apart a little.

"So, can we call it a night?" said Elizabeth.

"Sure," said Adam. "What about the sleeping arrangements?"

"Julie and Cait each have their own room, with their younger
children. Emily sleeps with the older ones."

"I don't think that will work so well, for a while," said Adam.

"What do you propose?"

"For now, put three mattresses on the floor, for me and the three
women. The four of us will fit."

Elizabeth saw Cait, Julie and Emily all nodding, and so the plan
was done. If the children were lonely, they could go visit their
mom, but they were about to discover that they were in a new
world, where their mom might be fucking, or recovering from
fucking, or about to be fucked. They adjusted.

The first light of dawn showed through the window before they lay
down. Adam fucked his three breeders, one after another, giving
each a big enough dose that she would pass out. This he hoped
would let him get some real sleep. But he was sure it was under
an hour that he was awakened from a sound sleep by Emily sliding
against him and fondling his cock. He sighed, and as he fucked
her he said, "This is all for now. I need to rest." She was
rapidly losing her fertility. He found another room with a door
that locked, went in, and finished his night's sleep. Another
thing that women learned is that it's the king who decides when
they have sex, not them. He had done his best to dull the worst
of the ill effects of years of forced abstinence, but now it was
time to teach the patterns of his species -- and to live them.
But as he drifted off he smiled as he predicted that he would be
fucking the three of them, over and over, for some days to come.
They still had a lot of catching up to do.

It didn't much matter, but Julie was the mom of Emily and her
younger sisters, and Cait was the mother of five workers. Moms
and their daughters got fucked side by side all the time. On a
little reflection, Adam realized that to an impartial eye,
Emily's nose was a bit long. But he saw in her nothing but
beauty, perhaps due to their time under the blanket. Maybe no one
had experimented recently with putting a king in an enclosed
space with a fertile virgin for hours. Maybe bonding could go
both ways.

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It took only a couple days for Elizabeth and the other workers to
arrange the first visits. The first had half a dozen breeder
females, none of them fertile, but they and Adam spent a few
hours mating, again and again, to everyone's great satisfaction.
Although he found Cait, Julie and Emily to be hot and exciting,
three was a pretty low number. Before long he was the one who
wanted sex more than they did, though like good females
everywhere they never dreamt of refusing his advances. So an
additional six was a great step in the right direction. It was
only an hour's drive away. They became a backup place where Adam
could go or variety. As the favors ran in both directions, money
stopped changing hands.

The next place was peculiar. There were three breeder females,
and they followed a religion with a central tenet that the only
purpose of sex was procreation. They all knew that artificial
insemination was a technique that worked for some of the animals,
but it never worked in their species. Only Adam could tell when a
woman was fertile, so his visits were quite brief. Usually they
consisted of him sniffing the potential mothers and announcing
that none was "in season". He might detect that one was coming
into that condition so he should be sure to return the next day.
Mating was to be done with a cloth covering all of the woman
except a hole allowing access to her vagina. Adam stuck his
member through the cloth and into the woman. He could have given
her a big load within a few seconds, but he always chose to fuck
away for several minutes before delivering. Why not have a bit
more fun? He stuck around for several hours and gave her a second
dose. In the interim he listened to them all praying.

He had his doubts about how healthy this religion was for the
women, and had a hunch that a bit more sex was better. For his
own satisfaction after a long drive, he also began announcing now
and then that one of the women was fertile when she was not. A
pussy entered via a hole in a sheet is still a pussy. Before many
months, the church elders questioned him about the high rate at
which the women became fertile and his low success in causing
pregnancies, and, thinking fast on his feet, he pointed out that
the sheet might interfere with the natural exchange of pheromones
that might aid with reproduction. This led to an interesting
change. As an experiment, he got to mate with one of the women,
completely naked. He wasn't sure if she was supposed to be
praying while getting fucked, but she gave a good impression of
enjoying his attentions in the most animal of fashions --
sniffing his armpit, hugging him with arms and feet, heavy
breathing, and passing out with pleasure. He figured the ones he
had been doing under the sheets must have been passing out too
from the quantity of sperm he shot into them, but here he could
see it. He adopted the simple strategy of rarely giving sperm to
the ones under the sheets, but a large dose to the ones he got to
fuck the natural way, with naked bodies. Given the experimental
evidence, soon he was fucking them all naked.

He reflected that this religion must have been devised by the
workers, and the women who had to follow the tenets of the
religion were quite unlucky. At least with his intervention they
got a good, sound, natural fucking when it was time to get
pregnant rather than getting poked up the pussy by a prong
sticking through a sheet. They also all got pregnant before too
long.

Then the next customer was a four-hour drive away. Adam got bored
and tired on the long trip. When he was there, he was perfectly
happy to fuck a dozen breeders, over and over, for several hours
during the day and several more at night before returning home
the next day -- another long, boring trip. But he also asked if
Emily could accompany him on longer trips. She was more than
willing, and they could pass the time and relieve their urges by
mating every half hour or so in the back seat.

Up to this point in species history, it was only the king who
could tell if a woman was fertile. No other arrangement was
necessary. In the mountain people there was a regular cycle with
a bloody "period" in it, which allowed others to predict
fertility with some accuracy, but not in their species. Fertility
was too irregular. However, now the scientists invented kits that
could determine with some accuracy a day or two in advance when a
woman would be fertile.

Another recent invention, the telephone, helped complete a more
efficient process. It might be nearly a full day's drive away,
but if the woman was likely going to be fertile in 24 hours, it
might be worth it. Such trips were lucrative -- a successful
pregnancy commanded a good price. Business got to be good enough
that the community could afford a van. The back was mostly
occupied by a bed, which Adam shared with one or more of the
women of his household. They could alternate sleeping with
fucking and looking out the window at the marvels of the wider
world. Two workers shared the driving and managing the schedule,
checking in by pay phones on their journey. There might be no
more than half an hour at one location for an impregnation
because they had an important engagement elsewhere. Other times
they would camp out with a community of a half-dozen breeders.
The first 24 hours of round-the-clock fucking was paid for by the
community, and the next 24 or 48 was offered gratis, as the van
had a lag time between destinations, and this was much better for
Adam than driving home or hanging around in the van with his own
one or two breeders.

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There were two houses at the homestead. They did not have fixed
functions, but shortly after Adam's arrival there was a division:
Adam never went in one, and Iris never went in the other.

Iris was Emily's next younger sister. She was old enough that the
moment they met on the morning after Adam's arrival, they were
immediately uncomfortable with each other. Separating them was
the obvious remedy. Months went by. Adam couldn't help inquiring
after her now and then, and the workers gave him a stern look.
"Just to make sure she is happy and healthy!" he clarified, but
even he realized it wasn't entirely that. More months went by.
Emily, Julie, and Cait all gave birth. Emily and Cait became
pregnant again and were big enough to show. Julie had a
miscarriage but naturally Adam was doing his very best to squirt
the seed into her to achieve their joint goal.

Adam was then told that Iris was ready to meet him the next day.

They met in a private room, and within minutes they were both
naked, his penis tip poised at her vaginal opening. It slid in
smoothly, and a bit of the tension of many months was broken. Not
too many seconds later he lunged deep and delivered a large load
of semen in nine squirts, after which Iris naturally passed out.
With his newest girl unconscious, Adam took advantage of the
opportunity to study every inch of her naked body, kissing it
here and there, and marveling at it everywhere. Naturally he was
excited to have a new virgin in the household -- his household --
but even in that state he could tell that she was quite a beauty,
outshining the others. She had shoulder-length wavy brown hair, a
perfect face and nose, small breasts, and even her pelvis and
female slit was perfect somehow. Thought closed at the moment, he
remembered her large, wide-set brown eyes. He had some temptation
to penetrate her again, but he reminded himself of his vow to
never do a girl who didn't want it. When Iris did come to, he
asked if she wanted it again. Oh, did she! Did she want to pass
out? No, she wanted to be happy but not pass out. Adam did his
best, inseminating her every few minutes with enough semen to
keep her on the edge of ecstasy. Once she passed out for a few
seconds, but as it wasn't intentional that was OK with her too.

With treatment like that, Iris naturally bonded immediately and
strongly with Adam. He still did his duty with Emily, Julie, and
Cait, and enjoyed it. He saved enough sperm to inseminate Julie
properly when she became fertile, and he saved enough to do his
part in keeping the business alive and thriving out in the world.
But his focus was most definitely on Iris, and he fucked her
morning, noon and night, to her great delight.

The other women naturally became a bit concerned and jealous, but
the workers reinforced their own knowledge that this was normal
for any king when a virgin first became available. They could
tell he retained genuine affection for them.

When Adam needed to travel hours for an appointment, he always
chose Iris to accompany him, and mated with her several times on
the way there, and several more on the way back. He was typically
saving a large load for an impregnation if any of the customers
was fertile. If they were not, on the way back Adam released it
lovingly in Iris instead, and she got to experience the stored
sperm as ecstasy.

It was unheard of in a standard community and rare in a smaller
one, but there came a day when Iris confided to Emily that she
was having more sex than she wanted. Adam sulked a bit but
naturally did cut back. Iris said she didn't want him to overdo
it, that she really did love sex with him, and if it was less
than twice a day she would be hurt. They reached a harmonious
compromise at about six times a day.

His idea of him making her pass out and then doing her ten more
times before she woke up was something they tried, but for some
reason she didn't feel good when she awoke and so they gave that
up.

Naturally she gave birth to many children too, one after another.

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One of the most intriguing assignments had to do with women who
were part of established large communities with their own king --
communities like Rocky Ledge. There were women who were
interested in getting impregnated by someone on the outside.
There were often factions of workers in such communities willing
to cooperate in such ventures. Perhaps the king had been breeding
them for years without getting them pregnant. Perhaps those few
women just detested the king, or thought he was ugly. Perhaps the
king somehow never found them to be fertile, but the truth was he
didn't want to breed them -- perhaps feelings ran the other way
and he thought they were ugly, or detested them. Women were
mostly confined to the breeding houses, with excursions outside
limited and supervised. They never left the community, except
perhaps for specialized medical treatment. Adam's appointments of
this kind were almost always at night. He might find himself
waiting in an outbuilding for a woman to come to him. He might
wait in a grove of woods in total darkness, and when soft
footsteps told of an approaching person, in either case they
arranged themselves for the act entirely by feel. But it was
almost always doggy-style, and silent, and as soon as his cock
tip achieved maximum penetration he gave her a big, impregnating
load of sperm, in total silence. There was a newfangled medicine
that kept the women from passing out after receiving a large
load, and sometimes he handed a woman a pill to swallow before
the mating act. More than once a woman pressed her rear end
firmly against a chain-link fence, and he worked his cock through
and into her pussy -- just barely, but enough -- enough for his
sperm to land in fertile wetness and swim an extra vagina's
length on their way to the prize.

Some communities he visited combined with another one nearby to
buy his services jointly, not totally unlike a barn-raising. One
might have seven breeding females, and the other ten, but living
under one roof for a brief while, Adam got to fuck all seventeen
of them, and they in turn got to experience the joy and
"rightness" of a cock in the vagina, squirting a drop of precious
fluid way in deep. They got to enjoy it several times in the
course of a day.

One community inquired discreetly if he might like to switch
allegiances and work for them instead. Adam was loyal to those
who had saved him and reported the overture. Elizabeth was
furious and punished that community in ways Adam never fully
learned.

In a standard, established community like Rocky Ledge, it was
simple to set up procedures so that two kings never met each
other. In this more free-wheeling world outside, it wasn't so
obvious how to do that without ever making a mistake. There might
be other kings and workers who would try the same line of work. A
rogue king could be lurking in the woods, probably half-crazy.
Reports were that when two kings did meet, they typically found
themselves enraged and upset for days after. That was the result
when workers intervened strenuously to make sure they never came
within a few yards of each other. If they actually touched,
experience from long ago taught that it would be a brutal
physical combat. Adam was never confronted with that problem.

Women could also buy passage in Adam's van for up to several
weeks, hoping they would become fertile during that time so that
Adam could fuck them over and over, in the traditional way of
kings in an established community.

Elizabeth and the others toyed with the radical idea of going to
an entirely mobile community, with a series of buses, trucks and
trailers, camping out near prospective business for a while
before moving on, much like gypsies.

As a compromise measure, they traded in the van for a bus,
outfitted mostly with beds, which allowed several women and
children to all travel together with Adam, with room for paying
guests as well.

When Iris's youngest sister came of age, he naturally enjoyed the
new virgin in the house and impregnated her too, over and over.

All around the countryside his babies popped out. He might get to
cradle one of the youngest in his arms, wrestle with another, and
play tag with a third -- before and between and after fucking
their mother to hopefully start another one. Most of the babies
were workers, of course, but some were future breeders.

Lurking years in his future was the time when his own daughters
would need impregnating by someone other than him. Elizabeth and
the other workers thought of various plans, including shipping
Adam across the country in exchange for another prize king who
had created the same problem for himself in his area.

Adam reflected that this life was different than his kingship at
Rocky Ledge. Here he got less sex, missing a cast of hundreds who
were available to him whenever it struck his fancy, but it was
also more interesting in its variety. It beat being a rapist
under duress. And it certainly beat being castrated to live out
lonely declining years.

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Adam has had so much sex in his life that it is easy to consider
it routine and not think about it. He has his magnificent orgasm,
of course, and he makes sure his cock tip is seated as far up in
the female's vagina as possible before he gives her his magic
drop. But he still makes a point now and then of thinking of the
experience as a whole, and on this day he chooses to really think
about his mating with Iris. She hopes he can impregnate her once
again, and he fervently shares her desire.

He gives her one smile, and she's on her back on the bed, skirt
up, legs spread wide. Gorgeous face, lovely hair. She holds her
luscious feminine lips apart, and his approaching tip finds its
home. Hot, tight, velvety slickness, as shaft follows tip deep
into his girl. He now sees his shaft driving in and out of her
pussy, over and over again. He teases her with a tiny drop of
shared pleasure after a minute, then another. She sticks her
tongue out at him, making her not one wit less beautiful. He
teases her one last time before letting loose the gush of
impregnating seed, making his beauty pass out with a tender smile
on her lips.

His cock emerges, slick from her juices and his. He has many
pussies yet to slide into before dinner, yet he pauses to look at
his beautiful mate, before it's on to the next. It truly is a
wonderful life.

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