Author: Sterling Title: The Wily Impregnator Summary: By way of 23andMe, dozens of people find they have the same father, though not because of sperm donation. They contact him and arrange a party. As he relates the various ways he fathered them, a dark picture emerges. Keywords: Mf MF preg, cons, coercion, drugged NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 10/14/2020. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ There is a more user-friendly web version of most of my stories from before 2016 here: /files/Authors/Sterlin g/www/ Sterling ============================================================ The Wily Impregnator Mr. Frank Smith was found murdered, apparently as he was emerging from the shower. He had been shot once in the head and once in the chest. He had also been stabbed with a knife 29 times, the majority in his groin area. This was not a killing stemming from a burglary discovered in progress. This was not a gangland slaying. That much cutting is always a crime of passion. The police focused their attention on a party he had hosted just a week before. Twenty-nine people had identified themselves through 23andMe as half siblings, and they had traced their paternity to Mr. Smith. Sixteen of them attended his party. Police had full access to Mr. Smith's computer, and could easily find some of the key participants. The ones they located told him what happened and referred him to others. Eventually the police interviewed 13 people, whose stories were all consistent. The police could with considerable confidence put together a transcript of the evening's key events. While the quotes are undoubtedly not exact, they convey the facts accurately. --------------------------------------------------------- [The weather was warm. The whole party took place outdoors. After pleasant conversation and a burger cook-out, conversation got more serious.] The organizer said "Mr. Smith -- may I call you father?" "Certainly -- my daughter!" "We were comparing notes and it seems a fair number of our mothers have no memory of ever meeting you. That includes some mothers who raised us but also some birth mothers who gave us up for adoption. Many of them went on a date with you but swear there wasn't any sex. Only a couple had artificial insemination during the relevant time period. So it's a mystery -- are their memories all defective? Are you such a great lover that your partners forget the experience?" [general laughter] "Oh, that! You really want to know about that? Isn't enough that I gave you life, and however it happened, what matters is that you're here now?" "Well, sure, in one sense, dad. But we're also curious." "I'm an only child. My childhood was... less than ideal. Both my parents died a few years ago. Anyway, to make up for being an only child I set out to father a lot of children. It was just an obsession with me. I was quite popular with the girls when I was young -- pretty handsome." "You still are!" said a woman. This was followed by murmurs of agreement. [The rest of the transcript is Mr. Smith's words unless otherwise noted.] I signed up as a donor with a sperm bank. But my sperm was not popular, as I never got called again after the initial donations. But I had cased the joint while I was there. Their security was terrible. I could break in at night and spend hours. I could tell from the books which guys were popular. I prepared a series of my donations and broke in at night, and washed out the contents of some of those vials of the popular guys and replaced it with my own. They say there's a problem when a guy fathers too many babies because they might later meet and have incest problems, and I helped prevent that problem. But I couldn't tell whether those sperm donations were working or not. And then their security got better. So I looked for other ways. One thing was to hang out around Catholics. If a Catholic girl got pregnant, she would have my baby and not have an abortion. Another thing was having an intuition about when a girl might be fertile. There's a certain something about the girls. I couldn't say what it is, but I think I'm right a lot of the time. I later learned about vaginal mucus -- I know, it doesn't sound like a topic for polite company. Anyway, if I ever got in the position of exploring a vagina with my finger, there are signs. The mucus gets stringy. If you lift your finger, a little strand comes away with you. For a few of the girls, they were just passionate and gave in to my seductions. I did it several times with some of them as we dated. I told them how much I loved them and wanted to marry them. Had no intention of doing THAT, of course [laughs]. Sometimes it was just once... If I was going to put a move on a girl I tried to time it for when she was fertile. They were using hope as a method. Obviously it didn't work, but you wouldn't be here if they'd been more prudent. But there were also other methods I used. [A woman asked if any of the mothers had contacted him after they found they were pregnant.] Oh, I didn't want anything to do with the babies. Raising babies is for mothers to do. My job was just to make them pregnant. I always gave them fake or temporary contact info. I made sure none of them could find me. [A man asked for more information about how he himself had been conceived.] You really want to know that? You're sure? Well, OK... I kept a detailed diary of all the encounters I had. A few years ago I typed the key things into a spreadsheet. Come to think of it, it's on my laptop right here... If you give me your mother's name I can search for it. Mary McCarthy, let me see... Ah, that was a simple one. I just told her solemnly that a girl couldn't get pregnant the first time she did it. That's worked several times. What's the name? Just 'Emily'? Hmmm. If you give me your birthday we can work backwards, that should narrow it down a lot... Oh, found it! I actually remember her! Quite a beauty. I promised to use a condom, and I did -- but I pricked a tiny hole in it beforehand, and I kept thrusting after I came to squeeze a little of the sperm out and into her. Very clever, eh? Oh, here she is... I kissed her and fingered her down below and she came. Quite the comer, that one! Then I jerked off onto her tummy. But there was plenty on my hand too. A little later I started fingering her again, but this time there was sperm on my fingers, and that was all it took! Oh, her! I promised to pull out before I came, but then I forgot and came way up inside her. I said I forgot, but I didn't forget [laughs]. This one... Ah, I got better at the 'pull out' thing. I learned to keep quiet when my first spurt was coming out, then pull my cock out and make a big orgasm noise for the later ones. That way they thought everything had worked fine. Oh, this girl. Such a lovely smile! We were fooling around, making out, and it was about time for getting to third base. I excused myself and went into the bathroom and jerked off. I kept some goop on my fingers, so when the crucial moment came and I put my fingers into her underpants and prodded it into her pussy, sperm was in touch with wet vagina. That's all it takes -- and the result is you! You never found your birth mother? What's your birthday? We can do pretty well without a name at all! Just work backwards and narrow it down that way. Right there are the four candidates for your birth mother. This one seems closest....Oh, her!.. We were messing around. I really wanted her. I really wanted to make her pregnant, as I always do. So I had a bad coughing fit, but as I did I quick turned over onto her and snapped her panty crotch aside. She was squirming with excitement. I couldn't possibly hear anything she was saying. By the time the fit died down, I had worked it inside her and come. Spurt, spurt, spurt. Barely inside, but inside. She said she'd been saying 'no' but I didn't hear her. Oh, her, she was drunk. I kept offering her more wine and then she passed out. I couldn't actually have sex with her... girls tend to wake up when they feel a penis going in, unless they're really wasted -- this I know from experience. She had the school uniform on. I jerked off, lifted her alluring plaid skirt gently, slid the panties aside with one hand, spread her lips the tiniest bit -- just enough to get to the wet part inside. When the semen on my finger made contact with the wet inside -- that's all it takes! This "sperm on the fingers, get just a little into the wet of the vagina" technique. I used it a lot. Probably not so effective as other ways, but it's encouraging that some of you here were conceived that way. If I get my tip in a pussy and shoot a full load that works better. Of course there's nothing like getting my cock in all the way and pumping out a whole load the natural way -- like I did with your mom, and yours! [He pointed to the man and woman who had been conceived that way] That feels so good, and even better knowing I'm likely starting a baby. This one, let me see. I was really clever with her! It's not your mom but the entry is right above hers here. Some girls are happy to make out and then spend the night together for the warmth and comfort, blah, blah, blah. Abstinence is the method... but not enough to stop me! There's this fine powder that makes you itch. I put some on the toilet paper in her bathroom just before bed. When she had fallen asleep, all I had to do was quietly jerk off, then very carefully lift the panty crotch away from her and smear some sperm inside of the panties. I never even touched her lips. When she scratched down there, she put the sperm in herself! She made herself pregnant! If she woke up with sticky panties, she just figured it was discharge. I did that a few times. There are hundreds of entries here, as you can see. Most of them didn't work, naturally, I figure. But seeing you all here it looks like my batting average is higher than I thought! You're all lifting my spirits! I've kept this up as the years go by. Never had time to marry. Moved from Catholics to Evangelicals mostly. These 'wait until marriage' girls in their early 20s are sometimes horny as hell. It's amazing what you can do with a sports car and a nice dinner. One girl wanted to just go to a motel and do it. I think she was questioning her faith big time. We did it five times -- she came easy, that one. She never said a word about contraception. It felt great for me, but I couldn't be starting more than one baby, no matter how many times we did it that night. As for others, after dinner maybe an invitation to walk by the river at night -- very romantic. Some kissing, then get 'em half horizontal on a park bench, fingers up under their skirts, massage their pussies through the panties. Then "I've had a vasectomy", "I'll pull out -- I promise -- don't worry", "I'll just put the tip right here against you and pretend". They hesitate, or say "no" so softly I can't be sure I heard right, and it's just a few seconds later I've got my tip inside, pumping sperm into them. I've got lots more kids growing up who might find out their dad in due time. I've slacked off a lot, but there's still that drive -- I always want to father more children. I think I got one pregnant just a few weeks ago. That was a hole-in-the-condom case -- it can be such a tiny hole... Her... well, I cannot tell a lie. I just wanted her so bad.... She was so sexy... I couldn't stop myself. She was struggling a bit but it didn't stop me from penetrating and scoring. I felt really bad afterwards, of course. There were a few others like that, or -- no, just two, I swear! And look at you. Lovely young woman... how could anything be wrong that could create you? But for the rest... I never made any threats. Never hit one of them, not one! Women and girls want to get pregnant. It's their nature. I just nudged them along a bit in that direction. [laughs]. [No one reacted strongly to the stories at the time. No one challenged Mr. Smith, but the mood was somber. No one was left who wanted to ask about their conception. This seemed to be the signal to leave. Everyone left at once, at roughly 9:30pm] --------------------------------------------------------- "I don't know, Chief. We have a lot of suspects. The party-goers -- and their mothers, if any relayed what they had learned. All with the same motive." "Yes, yes." "Various degrees of trickery and deceit, and a few plain old rapes." "Quite likely more than a few. And there are dozens more who don't know they are victims." "Anyway, as none of the party-goers has a record -- no professional criminals there -- it seems likely that we could find the killer." "Yes, and surely a gruesome murder like this deserves much in the way of departmental resources. However, in this case... you know how the detectives are evaluated largely on whether they can solve a case or not? In this case, I just want it known -- of course I'd deny it if asked -- that things might kind of be reversed. Do you get my drift?" "Yes, Chief, I understand. And I agree with you. The detectives will log many hours investigating, but I have a hunch they will be unable to locate a suspect." ============================================================ What did you think? I'm always eager for comments, whether positive, negative or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.