Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an257736@anon.penet.fi (Ramapo)
Date: Wed, 4 Oct 1995 00:15:48 UTC
Subject: Too Much? [M/F]

		       Too Much is Never Enough
				not by
				Ramapo

	That I would have ended up a sex slave in the latter days of
my years would never, ever have been anticipated. How I got to that
place would have been even more of a reach, possibly beyond the range
of the average person's fantasies. But, as I write this, I assure you
it is all true. To the men out there, this could happen to you.

	Not that it hasn't been without its rewards. I have had and am
still having sex with a frequency that is almost unbelievable. And
with an intensity that leaves me completely drained. But I am a slave
nonetheless, a prisoner to the women who keep me, who savage me, who
fulfill their own lust driven needs.

	I know that they love me. They care for me with gentle
tenderness, cater for my every need. Except for the one thing I long
for. A day of rest. A day without sex. Endless sex.

	This story starts out almost ten years ago in the kitchen of
our house. My wife used to run a book club for a group of women. They
would pick books to read and then get together once a month to discuss
their actions to them. It attracted many women from many walks of
life, some married, some divorced, some young, some old. And they
constantly changed over the years as people moved away, new ones
joined the group. I always made sure that I didn't insert myself into
her group and generally made plans to be elsewhere when they met.

	About three years before my wife died, a young woman showed up
named Tina who, in spite of my efforts, caught and held my eye. In her
mid-twenties, she was a fantastic dresser, wearing expensive, tailored
outfits that showed off her lovely body to great effect, but avoided
any semblance of being cheap, or bawdy. A red head, Tina must have had
very long hair, but it was always tightly pulled back into all kinds
of buns, braids, or other styles on the back of the neck or head. I
never saw it down. From the size of the braids and buns, I knew it
must be very thick and long and sometimes wondered at her wearing it
up all the time. Her face was a vision of high cheek bones, bright
almond shaped green eyes, defined nose and full lips. A model she
could have been, but I understood she did consulting work most of the
time.

	On more than one occasion, if I was in the kitchen making a
cup of coffee or cleaning up after a break during a meeting, she would
linger behind for a moment or two and we would exchange pleasantries.
Never long enough to be noticeable, and certainly no flirting was
going on. A least none that I was conscious of at the time. But
perhaps a bit. Who knows. At least I never got the sense she was
hitting on me.

	And then came the day my wife died. A car accident that wasn't
her fault, she lingered on in the hospital for over a week and during
that week Tina was always there. Anything that needed being done was
taken care of as I staggered numbly through the week. I didn't notice
Tina much that week. And then, we buried her on a rainy day. Tina took
care of all the preparations for a reception back at the house
afterward. I was too numb and was grateful for her presence.

	In the days that followed, she came by every day to check on
me, to see if I needed anything. She brought dinner many nights and we
would sit and talk quietly about my loss, and life, and I would cry
and she would sometimes hold me. As the months went by and my grief
lessened, I began to notice her more and more as a woman, and at the
end of six months, knew I was falling deeply in love with her. And she
gave every indication in return that her feelings were the same.

	But, it was a very chaste relationship in spite of our
feelings. I didn't know why we held back at the time. One night as I
walked her to her door after a movie, she turned to say goodnight and
I pulled her to me and gave her a deep kiss. She didn't resist and I
felt her very full chest press back firmly against me through our
coats and I suddenly realized how much I needed her. I wanted to take
her then and there. But she slowly pushed me away and told me it
couldn't be tonight. And that I would understand. I went home and lay
in bed for hours, masturbating, thinking of her.

	The next day at work, the phone rang and it was Tina. "John,
last night, you wanted to make love to me. Is that still true?"

	"Tina, I've never wanted anything so much in my life. Yes, it
is still very true."

	"After dinner tonight, I will come by and we will talk about
that. Just talk. I'll see you at about eight. Goodbye."

	And she rang off.

	At eight that night, she came in out of the rain and I noticed
that she brought a bag with her. A good sign she was planning to stay
the night.

	She stood and looked at me for a bit, then leaned into me and
returned the kiss from the night before. I was a bit surprised when
she guided me into one chair and then sat across from me, just out of
my reach.

	"We have a lot to talk about tonight. And most of it's going
to come as a big surprise to you. But we need to clear on what our
relationship is and what it can become and what it cannot become." She
crossed her very long thighs. Legs down to THERE, I think the
expression goes. She had them.

	"John, are you listening?"

	"Of course. Tina, I love you," it just came out.

	"I know. And you should know that I love you too. Be very
clear about that. I have loved you since the night I met you three and
a-half years ago in your kitchen. That's what makes what I am about to
tell you so hard for me. As well as you."

	I was now on my guard for anything. She was married. A
lesbian. She was dying. Or moving away. Had Aides. Anything but the
story that unfolded. God, anything but that.

	"John, I am not the woman you think I am. I mean, I'm not a
man, or a man with a sex change operation. I am a woman, but not an
Earth woman." She let that sink in. It took a while.

	I don't think it sunk in very far. "Listen, Tina. If you don't
want a relationship, or to sleep with me, you can just say so. You
don't have to make up some weird story."

	"John, I can prove what I am telling you. And in a while,
perhaps I will have to. But for now, take what I'm telling you as the
truth. I can't say where I'm from. I'm not supposed to tell anyone
this under any circumstances. I'm telling you. Do you understand what
a risk I'm taking?"

	"Tina, do you really think anyone would believe me if I told
them that I'm in love with an alien? Give me a break."

	Tina sighed. "This is going to harder than I thought. John, I
know you have a very open mind to the possibilities. Well, one of
those possibilities just sat down in your living room. And she's
talking to you in your own language. So make an effort to listen."

	I was quiet. Could she really be?

	"OK. Let me tell you about what making love to me would be
like. How my body operates sexually. And maybe you'll see the problems
and why we can't do this. Well, I think we can't. But we'll get to
that a bit later."

	"My body is more like an Earth woman's than you would expect,
but there are major differences. The basic layout is the same, but I
have one organ human's don't. It is here" she pointed to a spot right
under her heart, "and it's function is to produce electricity. Just
like your electric eel. It is used as a sexual stimulant and as a
defense weapon. In self defense, if attacked, I can produce a very
large charge though my hands and feet. I suspect in a life threatening
situation, it could be lethal to a human. I've never had to try that,
thank goodness."

	"My hair... " she reached up and began to pull the clips from
it. It fell in volumes and waves around her shoulders and down over
her breasts. As it did so she was shivering and almost moaning.
Several waves of lust crossed her face. As it settled in place, she
began a slow motion across it with her hand and continued to speak.
"... unlike you hair, is very much alive sensually. It has nerves it
in that a directly linked to my... "she was whispering breathlessly
"erotic portions of my brain centers. Playing with it like this is
very stimulating. In fact, I am masturbating." She groaned loudly and
closed her eyes.

	She stopped with an effort and put her hand to her side. "That
is why I never wear it down. if the wind were to blow it around, or I
was to begin stroking it, like now, I'd be hot and have to get off.
And that is not as easy for me as your women."

	"I have eight breasts. In pairs of two down the front. The top
pair develop and fill out just as Earth women do as I get older, but
the others only develop if they are needed. And then reduce after that
need is fulfilled. But the eight nipples and all the duct work is
there."

	"After I reach maturity, my top breasts lactate constantly,
regardless of whether I am pregnant or not. My milk is a rich, creamy
fluid, a lot like your thick cream. When my milk builds up, my breasts
get very hard. Like tonight. Normally, I express it and drink it to
supplement my diet here. Sounds gross but I eat all I can and still
have a hard time getting enough nutrients from your food. So, it
helps."

	"There are two complete sets of sex organs. Meaning I have
two pussies and all the plumbing. However, my vaginas are much smaller
and not as deep. They can stretch, but your penis is enormous compared
to what it is prepared normally to accept. They function differently
as well, but I'll come back to that."

	"I only have one orifice for waste and the urine passes
through that as well as the feces. We never use the anal passage for
sex."

	"And now, I plan to show you some of this so you will really
understand we are different. And that I am telling you the truth."

	And when she pulled off her blouse, I knew she was telling the
truth. There were eight nipples. The top breasts were large and very
heavy looking, but they stood out quite rigidly, their ends capped
with a cone shaped area topped with a small round bulb. In spite of
the differences, they were beautiful. My cock stirred.

	She peeled off her slacks and panties and came over to me.
There as a fuzz of hair between her legs, below a flat stomach and she
lifted a leg and pulled the lips aside with a hand to let me see. Two
puckered entrances presented themselves and beyond, in its normal
location, her anus.

	I lifted a hand and ran my fingers over her breast. It was as
hard as it looked. She must be very horny right now, I thought. A
horny alien. I was very confused all of a sudden. I should have been
scared, been turned off, but all I wanted to was to screw her. She
pulled back and went and sat down, still naked.

	"Now, I can see you are beginning to realize that I am who I
say I am. Ok, let me tell you what sex is like on my planet."

	"First, the women are much larger and stronger than the men.
We protect and care for them. I am much stronger than I look, and I'm
sure I'm considerably stronger than you. In the sex act, the woman is
in total control and the man simply gets to go along for the ride. It
is pleasurable to both parties, but the woman sets the pace."

	"The act commences when the woman, approaching her selected
mate, places her fingers on the back of his neck and stuns him
lightly. While stunned, she inserts his sex organ into one or the
other of her vaginas. Once it is fully inside, a very powerful
sphincter grips the organ at it's base, trapping the man inside. It is
not possible for them to withdraw at that point. A second band of
muscles grip just above the first and the organ is stretched out to
it's fullest extent just below the head."

	"At this point, the woman penetrates the man."

	THAT took a moment to hit me. "You penetrate... "

	"Exactly. My sex organ, I named mine Sally, inserts itself
into the male organ and begins to worm it's way to the testicles using
smell and taste to guide it."

	"What! You slide a worm inside of me by taste!?" This was too
much. Not me. No way.

	"Yes. Now be quiet and let me finish. Once Sally reaches the
testicles, she attaches at various points and begins to suck the sperm
up, moving around to get as much as possible. While this is going on,
Sally emits a series of electric shocks at a very low intensity, but
they induce the male to orgasm. This is done repeatedly until all the
sperm are released and collected."

	"Now, as the last of the sperm are found, I have an orgasm as
well. During the orgasm, I place one of my top breasts into your
mouth, deep into your throat, and when I come, I ejaculate milk into
your stomach. The milk gives the male energy and is a stimulant. In a
short while, the process is repeated from beginning to end, using the
other vagina. If the woman is not yet pregnant, she may mate
repeatedly over several hours with her mate."

	"The act is over when the female is too tired or gets
pregnant."

	I was silent. Wow. Electric shock therapy. The thought of her
'Sally' going down me and hunting around inside my balls was not
exactly helping my mood. My cock shriveled. Tina noticed. And I
noticed she was apparently very excited from telling me about the sex
act, but a frown crossed her face as she noticed my wilting cock.

	"I see you don't find any of this very exciting."

	"Tina, what you described sounds like some Nazi torture. First
you stun me. Then you pin me to your body in a way that means certain
castration if I pull away. Then, you slide some sort of worm inside my
balls down my penis and begin to shock the hell out of my balls,
forcing me to come over and over. When you come, I have to almost
swallow your tit and then you flood me with milk to make me strong
enough to immediately do is all over again. And again, and again. For
god knows how long. Are you surprised the prospect of going through
that isn't exactly turning me on?"

	"John, I know this sounds crazy. But I want to try it with
you. In spite of everything, I think if I could get you into me to
start with and not rupture anything, you would enjoy it. Think about
all the sex you'd be having. And you know I love you and would never
hurt you on purpose."

	"Yeah. Right. I have to think about this. Maybe." I got up and
walked to the kitchen. Tina followed. She was very beautiful, that was
for certain. Even the extra nipples on her chest didn't seem too out
of place. Maybe we should try.

	A shudder went down me. A worm in my balls. What would that
feel like? What could it hurt to try. She was so tight we'd never get
it together, most likely.

	I turned and looked into her eyes. I did love her. An alien.
No, a woman. Different, but so similar. And I could see the desire and
hope in her eyes and face. She wanted this so much.

	"OK. Let's try it." I knew I was nuts. But, I was crazy about
her, I mean, really in love. To in love maybe to really be driven
away, in spite of what she was telling me about herself.

	"Really?!" She was so excited.

	"Yes. Before I change my mind."

	She flung herself into my arms and gave me a hug so hard I
thought it would crack ribs. The wind went out of me with a whoosh.
"Oh, sorry. I forgot myself."

	I rubbed tender ribs. "You are strong, that 's for sure."

	She took my hand and we headed for the bedroom. There she
undressed me and stood there and finally came into my arms and we
kissed. I felt her hands run up my back and the fingertips settled
into the nape of my neck and suddenly I went rigid. I could hear and
see and breath, but I couldn't talk, or move.

	Tina effortlessly picked me up and laid me on the bed.

	"Now, my darling, I'm going to give this a real try. I know
you can't talk. Don't be afraid." She began to stroke my cock and it
was hard in an instant. I'm not that big, but it was still a challenge
for her. She spread some sort of cool fluid on me and then she
straddled me. In her excitement, a small amount of milk was oozing
from her nipples and running down her belly. She wiped some up and put
the finger into my mouth. It was sweet and made my mouth warm.

	"Don't worry, there's a lot more where that came from. I
haven't expressed in three days and I think I'll explode any minute.
God, my tits hurt so much from the pressure."

	Her voice was breathy and shaky with excitement. She kept
kissing me over and over and finally raised up and a warm hand gripped
my cock just below the head and she pressed down. Wiggling her hips
and keeping up the pressure, after a bit, I felt the head pop inside
her. It was incredibly tight. If I had been able to move at that point
I'm sure I would have been humping to get in deeper, but I was
prostrate, only able to move my eyes a bit.

	Tina let out a low groan. "Yes. That is sooooo... nice. Now,
slowly now, let's see if we can get you in all... the... way."

	And the next fifteen minutes she struggled and groaned a
moaned as I went in further and further and her own excitement grew.
And then I hit bottom. Or rather, she had me all inside. By now, she
was shaking hard and sweating profusely and her eyes were closed, her
head turning back and forth in her excitement.

	"John, oh god, we... we did it! Sally is so excited." I felt a
pinch at the base of my cock, very, very tight. It stopped just short
of being painful. Another pinch a bit above and that squeeze migrated
up the shaft and pulled me out hard and held me there. Tina gasped.

	And then I felt the worm. Sally she called it. It was moving
around the head, trying to find the entrance hole. I had never ever
thought of my cock as the entrance to anything, just an exit, but now
I knew I was about to be penetrated. Rape? It certainly wasn't against
my will, but I was terrified at that moment. Tina was now sitting
above me with her eyes closed and was now quietly trembling. And then
the worm found the entrance and I felt it slowly work its way inside
me. It never hurt. It felt very strange, giving me a very full feeling
inside my rigid cock and the further it went, the sexier it felt. It
was a real turn on. Tina's eyes popped open wide and she leaned down
to me.

	"Darling, Sally is going to fuck you now." Tina reached behind
my head and shocked me again. And again. And again. I was jumping up
off the bed from reflex reaction as the shocks hit.

	And then, Sally was in my balls. I felt a light pain in my
right testicle.

	"Oh, so much sperm. Beautiful sperm. So good." It as a
whisper and I realized Tina was actually tasting my sperm. And a wave
of heat roared through me and I tensed and came so hard I stopped
breathing. Tina flopped down on me and I came again. I wasn't really
coming down from the first orgasm and there would be another. It was
ecstasy. I floated and came and came. The sting moved to my other
testicle and then resumed forcing me to orgasm. Maybe women know what
it is like to jump from one orgasm to another right in a row, but for
a man, it was mind-blowing. I can tell you I had absolutely no control
over my body and mentally went ballistic.

	I have no idea how much time went by. She was completely out
of control now. Groaning, gasping, crying out as I came, she was
humping hard with her legs wrapped around mine, slamming her pelvis
down on me and I thought she'd rip my penis off. At the same moment I
was in ecstasy from the orgasms that were blowing my mind, I was
scared of what she was doing to me down below. Talk about mixed
emotions. I think the danger of it all just enhanced my own
excitement, not dampen it.

	And then she reached down and pulled my head up to her left
breast and I somehow opened my mouth as wide as I could and she pushed
the cone on the breast deep into my throat. The bulb expanded and
sealed my throat and a flood of hot cream poured down me and into my
stomach. No swallowing necessary. My stomach glowed from the heat of
the milk and after a few minutes a warm sensation spread over my body.
Very relaxing.

	Tina lay on me, one breast still pressing painfully down,
still hard as a rock, the other a bit softer, now empty. And, in a
motion that was instinct, I'm sure, she released me and pulled up and
off and pushed me into her other hole, this time confidently and with
a great thrust of her hips to pop the head of my cock in.

	We went through the entire mounting effort and then she had me
and I was trapped again. And we came and floated and floated and came,
and then she fed me with her milk as she orgasmed violently, shaking
and grunting and the milk shot into my stomach.

	After long minutes, she pulled away and stood by the edge of
the bed. "John, I will be back in a minute. We did it. I hope you are
OK." And she was gone. I still couldn't move my head. But one arm was
beginning to respond.

	In a few minutes she was back and we sat and talked. Well, she
talked mostly at first. How exciting it was. How great my sperm was.
How much of it there was. She practically was swimming in it. She kept
rubbing her stomach.

	"That's where we store the sperm for later use. It's a sack. I
can keep sperm there a long time. Maybe years if I have to. Not that I
have any control over that. Oh, John, was it good for you? Did I hurt
you? I just couldn't stop shocking you. It's a reflex. I tried to hold
back, but, well, I've never had sex before, so my body just took over
there after a bit. Wow."

	She was so excited. What energy! Me, I was just sitting up on
the edge of the bed and she hugged me and held me for a long time. I
could hardly talk, except to tell her that I seemed to be exhausted a
bit and needed to pee.

	In the bathroom, at first the pee was blue in color, scaring
the hell out of me. But then it changed back to yellow and I noticed
there was no pain in my penis, so I guessed she actually hadn't hurt
me. But I sure was thirsty and drank what seemed like a gallon of
water. Then I went back down to the bedroom. Where, to my surprise,
Tina was ready to start all over again.

	"Honey, have you got any idea how tired I am?"

	I was alarmed that she didn't seem to care. She simply said,
"The milk will take care of that." And before I could stop her, I was
shocked and on the bed. And this time, she fucked me twice with each
pussy and I almost drowned in her milk there was so much. I have to
admit it tasted delicious and the more I drank, the less tired I felt,
but, there is a limit.

	She didn't think so. And I've never convinced her otherwise
since. just takes me whenever and as long as she chooses. And I have
no choice. She moved in the next day and as much as I protested, her
reaction was to just fuck me some more. I don't think she went to work
for a month. Just eat, sleep a little (damn little) and fuck.

	I want to temper those words to say that the orgasms were just
stupendous. We fucked so much that she slowly over the months
developed a large round bulge in her belly from the storage sack
filling up with sperm. Her system wasn't designed to deal with so much
fluid. Her men just didn't produce much at all. Me, I swamped her and
she just loved it. When Sally would dive into my balls and hit the
mother load she would go wild and Tina babble endlessly about the
wonderful taste and how beautiful it was. Then she'd orgasm and I mean
break-the-bed orgasm. More than once I thought my teeth were broken
from her driving her hard tit into my mouth as she came.

	And, it turned out her milk was a wild aphrodisiac. My cock
was hard almost all the time, regardless of the situation. It was damn
hard to pee that way and it never let up, even to go to sleep. I'd
wake with a hard on and she would just mount me and off we'd go. I
tried to hide from her around the house, but at first it never worked.
She'd wait until I wasn't aware of her and then shock me and take me
right there.

	After about three months, two things happened. First, she made
me quit my job (I was out of vacation, sick leave and excuses) and she
began to support us. I have no idea where the money came from. Second,
she really began to learn to use Sally not only as a suction pump, but
as a sort of electric wand. After she would slide it into me, she
could run electric current through it and my cock and balls would just
hum and go wild in response. Then, she'd give me an orgasm. If she
timed it just right, I'd completely pass out just as she shoved her
tit in my mouth.

	And her breasts got a bit bigger from all the sucking and milk
demand. She would walk around naked from the waist up and if they got
hard enough to be uncomfortable but she was too busy doing something
else to just to screw me right then, she'd hold me by the back of the
head and make me drink them empty. I mean, god, it tasted delicious,
but it was at times a bit too much. I had to pee all the time and
seemed to need to eat a lot more.

	Then I discovered I was getting younger. I mean, physically, I
was regaining the body I had (not that it was much, mind you) of my
twenties. It took more than two years, but I was certainly getting my
muscle tone back, and slimmed down a lot.

	After having said all this, Tina was constantly attentive and
very considerate in every other way. To a fault. She insisted I get
plugged into the Net at home so I could have friends outside the
house. She made sure there was lots of good food to eat at any time
day or night.

	And the sex was non-stop. No menstrual cycle here to slow
things down. She was horny constantly. And she used me to get off as
much as she felt like it. We talked about the situation a lot over the
years, but we both knew nothing would change. She was who she was and
her biologic needs drove her.

	One night, she came in the room and I expected another session
and just flipped over on my back to get ready, but instead, she
slipped in alongside me and cried. I held her and rocked her and
talked to her and finally, she sat up and told me she was leaving.
Going home. She was being recalled at the end of her tour and it was
next week.

	We cried together for a long time. She asked me if her
replacement could live with me. I agreed only if the sex stopped and
the new woman (they only sent women out) didn't know about it between
us. She assured me no one would ever know and it was our secret. She
ran her hands over the large bulge in her abdomen and told me that
someone might think she was sick if they saw that, so she would have
to hide it with clothes when she got home. It would be years before it
went down. Maybe never. It would be something to remember me with. She
assured me she would always love me and we made love all night. Well
it was the only time we did it without her shocking me first. I got to
wrap my arms and legs around her as she fucked me until the first
orgasm built up in her, and then her old reflexes cut in and I was
back to being helpless.

	That week she puttered around the place and the sex let up a
lot. On the final night, we made love for a while, then she lay with
me and cried again. In the morning she was gone.

	It was two weeks and there came a knock on the door and I
opened it. A completely stunning leggy blond was standing there. A
dazzling smile greeted me and she introduced herself as Jennifer,
Tina's replacement. She came in and we talked for a while.

	Her breasts were considerably smaller than Tina's had been. It
occurred to me a once that she had not sexually matured yet and
wouldn't be active for a while. A great wave of relief went over me.

	Finally, she came to the point. "John, could I stay here for a
while until I can get settled? I don't mean to intrude, but Tina said
to look you up and that you had been a big help to her."

	"Stay as long as you like. I have plenty of room. In fact, if
you feel comfortable, you could just make this your home. I'd enjoy
the company!"

	She said she'd consider it for a while and let me know. I got
her settled in and she went off to work (whatever they actually did)
in the morning. I ran the house and she came and went. We talked and
came to enjoy each other's company and as much as I missed Tina, I
found Jennifer more and more in my thoughts.

	And I couldn't help but notice that her breasts were getting
larger as the weeks passed. An already healthy figure was growing more
and more full by the day.

	One morning I heard a breast pump in her room and knew that I
would have to be very careful from now on. She was active and would
seek a mate. The only question was if she would break the rules like
Tina and want to try it with an Earth human. And you know, by then, I
actually think I was hoping a bit she would. After almost a year
without sex from when Tina left had me really on edge.

	After dinner one evening, she came over and hugged me hard.
Her breasts were rocks. I could see it coming.

	"John, I've been doing a lot of thinking. I need to talk to
you."

	We settled into the living room.

	"I want to tell you who I am. I... "

	"You are an alien here on Earth. And you are becoming sexually
of age and want to try to mate with me as a way of dealing with the
frustration of not having a man from your own planet here to mate
with."

	Her mouth dropped open. "How in the world guessed."

	I stood up and took her to the bedroom. "Have you ever done it
before, I mean, with anybody?" Even as I was doing this, I couldn't
believe I was going to go through this again. And at the same time
missed the super sex.

	"No. This is my first time. Do you realize what is going to
happen?"

	"I know all about it. And what to expect. What do you call
your little worm?"

	"Worm? Oh, you mean my sperm sucker. How did you know we name
them? What did Tina call hers?"

	"Sally."

	"Mine's Betty."

	"I bet Betty's really horny right now."

	"I'm going crazy. I need to fuck so bad I want to scream."

	I removed her clothes and took time to suck a bit of milk out
of each breast and stroke her hair and she was gasping and groaning. I
lay down and she sat above me, pinning my cock under her.

	"My cock isn't all that big for us, but you must take your
time at first, particularly this first time. Once the head goes in,
you seem to know what to do instinctively. Just try to be aware enough
that I may not be able to keep up. We don't normally orgasm like you
make us."

	She was already working my cock head against her pussy and
with a steady shove, she popped it inside. And again I was treated to
this unique experience. Betty turned out to be a lot fatter than Sally
had been and I really thought she'd rupture me as it slid down to the
mother load. When Jennifer tasted my sperm for the first time, she
screamed and orgasmed without putting her breast into my mouth. Both
breasts erupted with a shower of milk all over me and the bed. I had
to pull one of them into my mouth so she could finish. What a mess.

	And she didn't just force me to orgasm over and over, at
least, not at first. In those months, she was inexperienced and
instincts weren't enough. But she learned and soon she was pumping me
dry even more frequently than Tina had. And she would sometimes fuck
me in front of the TV without stunning me. I would be practically
bouncing off the walls though from her shocking me through a series of
orgasms, but she would only lean over once and while and stick a tit
in my mouth and come herself.

	All in all a completely different style from Tina. She enjoyed
sex for the pure pleasure of it at times and not just because her
hormones and instincts were driving her to try to get pregnant. Which
couldn't happen, of course. Her belly grew rounder and rounder as the
sperm accumulated over the months and years. She would sit and rub it
and hum to herself. Very proud of that haul, she was.

	Five years passed. I think my age stabilized at about twenty
five or so, I mean physically. I felt and looked robust and fit. I had
to move to a new home, as people who knew me were asking a lot of
questions about my appearance.

	Finally, amid tears and a lot of emotional grief, she left.

	On the last day, she had asked me if her replacement could
stay with me. I said yes. It made her sad to say goodbye and this
time, unlike Tina, we walked her stuff out to her car and hugged for a
long time. We had made love all night and most of the previous day, so
her breasts were as empty as they ever got and she felt wonderful
against me as we stood on the lawn. And then, she got in the car and
went down the street.


	Three months went by and no one showed up to take her place.
My constant arousal final went away and I think my systems went back
to aging normally. I missed Jennifer so much. She had left me with a
bank account with a huge balance, so I didn't need to work.

	But I needed something to keep me occupied, and I was
considering it.

	And then, last Thursday, the doorbell rang and I opened it,
expecting the paperboy or something.

	It wasn't.

	As a matter of fact, when I gazed out, terror struck me. The
replacement is a set of twins. And they are both already sexually
active.

	God, are they active. Jennifer spilled the beans and told them
about me. When they saw the size of her belly, they couldn't wait to
get at me.

	At the rate they are fucking me, I'll make it maybe to Summer.
Wish me luck.

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