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Author: Sterling
Title: Proportionality
Summary: A man saves a witch's life, and wanting to reward him,
she uses a truth spell to uncover his deepest desires. He is
mortified when she uncovers his desire for sex with little girls.
She devises a unique way for him to fulfill his desire without
anyone getting hurt -- and he uses her technique with abandon.
Yet her spell has more profound consequences than she intended.
Keywords:  Mf Mg cons pedo lolita reluc het ScFi ESP paranormal
inc fath dau harem 1st preg

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
First posted 3/21/2010, new header added 8/26/2010.
 
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Proportionality (Part 2 of 2)

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One year later

I read of all these developments with great interest, of course.

I couldn't at the time read the classified government reports
about the girl's ovaries being full of embryos.  Nonetheless, the
most logical explanation was that my little ejaculations into my
dear girls were somehow making them have babies years later. 
Strong supporting evidence was that the girls were remembering
correctly exactly what happened when I raped them in quick time.
It appeared that when a young woman became pregnant with my baby,
the witch's amnesia spell wore off.

My excitement grew as I realized that with each ejaculation I was
impregnating the little girl for life.  I became more driven than
ever to find new panties to pull down and new little vaginas to
penetrate and wet with my little blob.

I was the alpha male of all time.  Once I spurted into a little
girl, all competing males were shut out of her future.  Her
entire reproductive future was mine.  She could go on the pill to
limit her pregnancies, but judging from the reactions of the
first girls, and especially those who had joined the BGCC, they
wanted to have as many babies of mine as they could and offer
them up for adoption to worthy homes where they would be
cherished.  My spawn was going to spread far and wide throughout
the nation.

It amused me greatly that within the rapidly growing BGCC I was
believed to be the second coming of Christ.  There was one
similarity:  If I were caught, I would be crucified, at least
metaphorically speaking.  After genetic identification, I would
be convicted on some thousands of counts of statutory rape.

My goals and those of the BGCC were much the same in an important
respect:  We both liked the idea of my fucking and impregnating
as many little girls as possible.  Why not get them to help me?

For starters, I would try to get the BGCC to line up the little
girls for me to rape instead of my having to hunt them down.

-----------

Meghan sat at a desk in what had been the living room of an
elegant home in Richmond.  She was one of the unpaid staff at the
headquarters of Bearing God's Children Church.

A hand-addressed envelope without return address caught Meghan's
attention as she sorted through the morning mail.  She opened and
read the hand-written note within.  Her eyes went wide and her
heart pounded in her chest.  "Oh, my God, oh my God!"

"What?" asked Wendy, racing to her side.

"To the Chosen:
Five wee lasses ye shall find, and lay them without clothing upon
soft cloth, beneath the Great Oak.  This ye shall do at sunset on
the morrow.  A note of one hundred of the currency of the age ye
shall leave between two toes of each, and ye shall know it is I
for it shall have gone.  From one hundred paces keep watch.
"I am who I am"

What can I say?  I had no experience at being a deity.  The new
Christ wasn't going to write in Aramaic or Greek or whatever it
was.  At the other extreme, maintaining a Twitter or Facebook
page seemed decidedly undignified for God.  Archaic language had
the ring of authority to it, I thought, and it resembled at least
superficially the language of the beloved King James bible.

Asking for money seemed a bit sleazy, but then I realized that in
many traditions holy men were beggars.

Putting the money between the girls' toes sounded weird, but I
had a problem.  I couldn't just pick up any object from quick
time and bring it back to real time with me.  It was frozen. 
When I kissed a girl she and her clothing thawed, but none of the
surrounding objects.  The money between her toes would be soft, I
assumed.  Later I could instruct the BGCC to put the money in her
clothing if I wasn't ordering up naked virgins.

I started asking for mere C bills, but I figured I could ramp up
my financial requests over time.  It's easy enough to raise money
for God's works, but it's even easier when God Himself is asking
you to turn over the dough.

The cash would let me quit my job, and within months I found I
could devote far more of my time to impregnating little girls.

The Church worked quickly to fulfill my first request. I thought
my note was plenty long as it was, but it still left quite a bit
open. After much discussion, they decided to include among the
five girls one of my own daughters.  The oldest of them was
four-year-old Michelle, Kayla's daughter.  Converts had daughters
of all ages, and the church picked four others they thought I
would like.  All of the parents were a little nervous, for I
hadn't said what I was going to do with them.  Hopefully just
rape the little dears, but they weren't certain.

It hadn't occurred to me that they would wonder what I was
planning to do to the tender young maids.  I had nothing in mind
but insinuating my small cock into their little pussies and
leaving them with a little blob of my magical stuff.

It hadn't occurred to them that I as a deity would not know that
one of the five was my own daughter, but as it turned out it
didn't matter.  Perhaps my lust muddled my moral compass, but I
had no problem at all fucking my own daughters.  It was
especially exciting.

-------------

I froze time some blocks away from the Great Oak and strode
quickly among the frozen cars.  I spied three little knots of
adults watching from the specified hundred paces in three
different directions.  As I approached, I saw that five luscious
little girls were lying naked.

I kissed the youngest awake -- my daughter Michelle, though I
didn't know that at the time.

"Hi," she said with a shy smile.  She spread her legs.  "Want to
poke me in the peepee?"

I had figured they would tell the girls what to expect.  Memories
from quick time did not follow the girls back to real life, but
they came into quick time knowing everything they knew from the
real world, including in this case how to act when God raped
them.

Little Sarah's tender thighs were spread somewhat.  Following
them upward with my eyes, they came together at her tender pussy
lips, which when pushed aside revealed her tender little cunt
hole.  Maybe a deity wouldn't refer to it as a "cunt", but I
wasn't a deity.  I was a lusty man who wanted to penetrate my
mate and fill her with the fruit of my balls.

I set right about doing exactly that.  And with the proportions
of cock and cunt in harmony, little Sarah didn't mind in the
least. Her ecstasy overwhelmed her a second or two after mine,
and her pleasure had religious overtones, to the extent a
three-year-old can apprehend such things.  At the same time, my
sperm took off to storm her ovaries and claim all the eggs as
mine.  In this way I fathered the first 15 of my inbred children,
ones who had 3/4 of my genes.

Sarah had barely moved from her shimmery shadow.  I almost forgot
to take the money from between her toes before I kissed her all
over before ending at her nose, freezing her again.

I took the other four one after the other, freezing each before
thawing the next.

The oldest asked me if I wanted some other sexual position, like
from the rear.  I thanked her but said missionary worked great
for me.  She obligingly spread her thighs wide and helped my
little organ into her.  She was big enough for my full cock, and
it had only a brief tussle with her adolescent cunt before
surging through to ecstasy.

When I unfroze time, five content, energized girls got up to
return to their waiting parents.  The girls were a bit
disappointed, since they remembered nothing.  But as God had
promised, the money was gone.

--------------

I kept my true identity well hidden, but developed a regular
communication channel with the BGCC.  I could send letters and
both sides could leave notes in pre-designated locations.

It was clear they wanted the church to spread beyond the Richmond
area, and I could see the advantages.  So God ordered new centers
to open up in the vicinity of LA, New York, Chicago, and Houston.

That meant I had to get there.  I flew coach class and aroused no
suspicion.  For the most part I left the girls alone on the plane
because the spaces are so cramped.  But if a cutie who caught my
fancy walked past on her way to the bathroom, I would catch and
fuck and impregnate her.  But that was rare.  My body could use a
full day's break from fucking now and then anyway.

Originally I had assumed that quick time was a place I shouldn't
stay for long, but as the months and years rolled on I got more
and more comfortable there.  The girls needed to get back within
an hour, but that didn't mean I did.  The frozen people all
around me were not waiting around bored; time simply didn't move
for them.

So after sending a girl back with a kiss on her tender nose I
could relax on my camping mattress.  Sometimes I napped.  I
sometimes brought a lunch in to quick time with me.  A lunch
break between fucks was refreshing.

The BGCC lined up thousands of young virgins for sacrifice. 
Instead of a horrible death, I graced them with the most intense
pleasure they had ever felt, sometimes a boost to their
intellectual and social capacity -- and a lifetime's worth of
God's babies.

------------
The BGCC didn't just provide rows of little girls lying on their
backs.  They used their creativity to spice things up.

In arranging one liaison the BGCC requested that I bring a
flashlight.  Winding through a couple corridors my flashlight was
soon the only source of light.  In the center room was a
multistory unusual structure, a maze in three dimensions.  The
maze walls were a coarse mesh and the floors were transparent, so
there were lines of sight throughout the structure, but getting
to what a person could see wasn't necessarily so easy.

In my flashlight beam I saw the eight girls, all beautiful, all
naked, ranging in age from about 8 to 12. I kissed them awake one
by one, stopping for a quick caress of each one as she became
warm and soft.

I played my light over the climbing structure so they could get a
sense of what was there, but later realized that they had played
on this many times before and were quite familiar with it.

I turned off my flashlight, gave them a head start, and then
plunged in after them.  I noticed tiny dim red lights moving
through the structure.  They were affixed to the naked girls,
though I hadn't noticed that before when my flashlight was on.

"Bet you can't catch me!" called one voice.

"My pussy's feeling very lonely, where are you?"

"I'm a little scared of the dark.  Can you come hug me?"

"You can't fuck us 'til you find us," one crooned in a low,
suggestive voice.

I crept as quietly as I could.  After maneuvering so that no mesh
was between me and a light, I lunged and grabbed.  I caught
flesh.  Moving in on my prey with my other hand I quickly
discovered that I had an ankle.

It doesn't take any light to maneuver from any identifiable part
of a girl to her reproductive treasure.  Hand over hand I quickly
wrestled my first catch onto her back, straddled her, and dove
in.  I was feeling like a conquering animal, and I didn't need
many strokes to make this one mine.  One small spurt, a limp girl
awash in ecstasy, and a dozen babies planted.

The next one's light was on her nose.  It is no harder to
navigate downward from a nose than up from an ankle.  She
struggled some, but I could tell it was pretend.  I bred her too.

I had done four of them by the time 45 minutes had passed, and
they mentioned they were getting anxious.  I turned my flashlight
back on so they could all see their way out of the maze.

I hadn't found that "You can't fuck us 'til you find us" girl,
and she had taunted me a couple more times.  She had meant it in
fun but it still irked me that I hadn't been able to find her. 
Now that they were out of the maze, I had a hunch which one it
was.  I tickled her to get her to say something, and her voice
confirmed her identity.  I then wrestled her to the floor and
gave her a good fucking with my mini-penis.

Eight kisses on eight noses and that sweet episode was over.

--------------

Hecate's "clothes" were quite unusual.  Her skirt was really just
an afterthought connected to the side of a giant cloth and foam
thing.  When I kissed her, the thing thawed with her, because it
was part of her clothes.  To some extent, reality followed the
letter and not the spirit of the witch's spell.  Hecate promptly
stepped out of the skirt, revealing pink panties with sparkles. 
She looked to be about eight.

"Get Laura and Sissy too," she said.  Laura was about six, and
dressed in a white diaphanous shift.  Sissy looked to be about
one year old and was wearing a pink shirt and pink pants.  BGCC
often had "extras", and I wondered briefly what role she would
play.  I thawed them both with gentle kisses.

On a second look, the giant cloth and foam thing was a fair
representation of a girl's upper thighs and pussy.

Hecate took one giant pussy lip and Laura the other and they
pulled them back, smiling at me.  I removed my robe and
underpants to reveal my male organ. All three girls gave it a
curious look. Inside was a little cave, the walls covered in a
fleshy red satin.  I offered Sissy my hand and we crawled inside.
 Hecate and Laura followed us.  It was a cozy fit for the four of
us, maybe the size of a single bed, but clearly in the shape of a
vagina, and with its tubular shape we all tended to roll
together.

Hecate and Laura brushed their hands all over me.

Laura whispered in my ear, "You can have my virginity any time
you want.  My little cunt's right under my shift."  She set to
licking my cheek gently.

Hecate spoke in my other ear, "What's inside my panties is all
yours."

Sissy piped up with, "Naked!"

Hecate's hand gently stroked my first stage penis.  Everyone at
the BGCC knew that the upper stage was sensitive and shy.  It
wanted only one kind of touch:  envelopment in little girl cunts.

I slid my fingers along the elastic of Hecate's panties and then
slid inside to cup her little girl sex.  I slid the other one up
under Laura's shift to cup hers.  It was a tough choice.  I felt
a sudden surge of lust and chose Laura because I could get into
her a fraction of a second sooner.  I pushed her back gently and
started moving our loins together.

"Oh, goody!" she said, wiggling her hips back and forth.

Hecate's hands were all over me.  "Let me watch you fuck her,"
she whispered with excitement.  My cock rapidly closed on Laura's
virgin sex.  She held her lips open with one hand, and with the
other pointed right at her vaginal opening.

My tip found the opening within her hymen and pressed in.  Her
small, shy, warm cunt enveloped me.  My own lubrication made it
an easy in and out.  My inward stroke ended when the wider tip of
my lower-stage penis bumped against her little cunt opening.

"Oh, that's so exciting!" Laura whispered.

"Fuck fuck!" said Sissy, making the other three of us laugh
briefly.  Who taught her that?  But my serious sexual hunger
quieted us again rapidly.  Sissy leaned against me and whispered
in my ear, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."  I never had enjoyed so
much taking orders from a one-year-old.

"I like your balls," Hecate said, stroking them gently.  "Give
her some of what they make!"

My tiny penis was engorged, hard, intrusive, and just about ready
to spit.  "Oh, Laura, I'm almost there," I panted.

"Start my babies!" she said.  That was all it took.  I twitched,
and my orgasm was enriched by the sight of Laura's shift
scrunched up revealing her little girl pussy.  Hecate's presence
beside me helped too:  her pink panties covering her own little
cunt, her hair brushing my shoulder, her lips nibbling my ear,
one hand on my chest and the other on my balls.  Laura let out a
huge moan and lay back in an ecstatic daze.

"Happy!" said Sissy.

The four of us collapsed together in a pile while Laura and I
panted.  Hecate kept teasing me with her nibbles and caresses. 
Within two minutes her ministrations had their effect as my penis
rose again, the little tip extruding once more after picking up
more lubrication from its sheath.

I slithered around to face Hecate squarely.  "Your turn," I said
with an evil grin.

"Me?" she asked shyly.  I nodded.

Hecate was a truly gorgeous girl, and I set about licking and
caressing her entire face, neck, and torso.  She wiggled and
squirmed happily.  I worked my fingers inside her panties, then
helped her wriggle out of them.  I backed partway out of the
giant vagina to position my tongue right at her little pussy.  I
wanted to know her girl parts in every way I could.  I gazed at
her, licked, and smelled.  But my organ was twitching for its
turn, so I slid my body back up the red satin vagina.

Laura had recovered and then crawled down past us, then plopped
Sissy on her lap down below us in our little vaginal cave.

"Watch, Sissy, watch them do it.  See that little hole there in
Hecate -- there it is, now her pussy lips are spread apart.  See
God's thingy.  The little part at the end goes in girls like us.
Watch, and you'll see it slide right into that hole in Hecate's
pussy.  There!  It was just inside my cunt, and he shot out the
holy stuff to start all my babies and make me feel really good. 
And he's going to do that with Hecate soon.  See it going in and
out?"  Sissy nodded.  "See God's body tense up.  He works hard to
give us the stuff."

"Oh, Hecate," I cried, fixing her eyes with mine and feeling the
spasm starting.  "You're so sexy!  Unnnnhhh!"

"See he holds it all the way in, so the holy stuff goes just
where it should and doesn't leak?"

A second after she received my gift Hecate trembled and whispered
incoherently with pleasure.

"And now Hecate feels better than she ever has in her life.  And
God has started all her babies."

As our breathing slowed, Hecate and I relaxed, bodies deliciously
intertwined, then started dozing.  Laura played quietly with
Sissy.

After twenty minutes I figured it was time to send these girls
back, so I rose to sitting, as did Hecate. Sissy stood between
the two big girls.

"One more thing," said Hecate.  She and Laura slowly tugged down
Sissy's pink pants; she wore no panties or diaper beneath. 
"Isn't she pretty?"

I had been admiring Sissy's pretty face and wide blue eyes for
some time, and now her own small girl's pussy was exposed.  They
mostly look alike, girls' pussies, but they are all beautiful.

"Some day, Sissy, some day," I said.

"Mother Jane wondered if you might want her now," said Laura. 
"Only if you want."

Sissy was young, and I wouldn't have thought of her in a sexual
way.  But my organ was very stiff and ready, and her young cunt
was right in front of me.  I reached out to stroke it gently. 
Sissy smiled.

"It might be your turn, Sissy," said Hecate. "You want to be a
big girl too?"  Sissy nodded.

The pink pants came down all the way, and the pink top came off.
Hecate held Sissy's lips apart.  Her cunt hole was small, of
course, but it had less of a hymen than many girls do.  My
mini-penis would fit.  I was ready to do her.

"Oh, you're such a lucky girl, Sissy!" said Laura.

"Fuck fuck!" said Sissy.  The big girls lay her on her back and I
loomed over her to get in position.  As my mini-penis approached,
Sissy started giggling.

I saw my tiny tip enter her tiny little cunt and felt that hot
bath that all girl cunts give me.  As I wiggled back and forth
Sissy laughed and then squirmed a bit, but Hecate and Laura held
her pretty still.  I pushed gently until I felt the little tip
hit against the back of her little cunt.

It was special.  Sissy giggled and looked at me.  Her tiny cunt
gave so much pleasure!  As I started tensing, Sissy said "Fuck,
happy, fuck, happy..."  I gave the wee thing my precious gift, my
vision dimming and spinning as I bathed in intense pleasure.

Sissy squeaked and turned into a rag doll, and Laura and Hecate
laughed gently.

After some more time to caress each other's flesh and relax, we
all crawled out, and by then all three were anxious to go merge
with their shadows.  I kissed Laura's nose, then Sissy's.  Hecate
and I watched them freeze again, and then I kissed Hecate's
cheeks a couple times before descending to nuzzle my horizontal
lips against her divine vertical ones.  Finally I rose and kissed
her nose.

 ------------------------------

I entered the room in quick time to find a girl of perhaps twelve
spread-eagled, bound to the four bedposts.  She had on a light
blue dress.  On the foot of the bed was a sign:  "She has been a
very bad girl!"  She had long blond hair that had been mussed up
about her head, blue eyes, a straight nose of modest size, and a
beautifully proportioned round face.  Beneath her dress little
hints of breasts were visible.  Her calves were shapely and her
feet delicate.

I wasn't sure what sort of violent movements this bad girl might
make after I woke her, so I held her head firmly as I approached
and kissed her hard lips to turn her into the soft flesh of a
girl.

As I had feared, she started thrashing her head.

"Let me go, damn it!  Untie me!"

"Why, I've been told you are a bad girl.  Do you deserve to be
punished?  What did you do?"

The girl stopped thrashing but remained silent.

"Well, it must have been pretty bad then."

I ran my hands along her arms.  "Very nice," I said.

"Don't touch me!" she said.

"Oh, I think I'm going to touch you a lot."

I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt.  After climbing onto the bed
and straddling her, I used both hands to hold her head down
firmly against the pillow, face to one side, and then brought my
lips to her ear.  I nibbled and licked and enjoyed her smell. 
Then I whispered, "I'm going to touch you in some private places,
too."

She groaned.

"So, what do we have here?" I asked, rubbing my hands over her
upper neck and chest.  I could feel she had no bra on.  "Some
gentle rises.  I wonder what they are?"

I slowly started unbuttoning the front of her dress until her
sternum showed.  She squirmed and shook her head.  I slid my hand
under the fabric to her right.  My hand soon surrounded a small
breastlet.  It was her body's first experiment in breast-making,
but it would scale up nicely.  I did the same on her left side. 
Then I continued unbuttoning the dress down to her bellybutton,
so I could slide it aside to reveal both subtle mounds.

"Very nice!" I said, massaging each barely perceptive mound with
one hand.

As I slowly lowered my head towards her right breastlet, smiling
at her, she said, "Don't you dare!"

I ignored her and licked all around her aureole. The nipple
slowly firmed up in my mouth. I gave the other breast the same
treatment.

"This looks like the body of a girl who is awakening sexually," I
said.

She gritted her teeth and sighed, looking away.

"Where is there anything else on a girl's body that is related to
sex?  Let me think..." I said, shifting my body downward and
kneeling between her splayed legs.

The blue dress was stretched across her knees.  I massaged at the
top of one calf, then slowly slid one hand up the inside of her
thigh, out of view under the dress.

"Hard to reach here, without moving the dress," I said, as I
slowly slid it up to mid-thigh.

"I've always wondered what girls are hiding up under their
dresses," I said.  I rested each hand on an inner thigh, then
followed the gorgeous smooth skin up to where the legs met in
folds of skin and a bit of hair.  I couldn't see exactly what was
what.  That required flipping the dress up completely.

"Oh look here!" I said.  "No cock!  No balls!  But they say girls
have sex organs; Where could they be hiding?"

I brushed my hand lightly over her sparse thin hair.

"Please!" she said.

"You want me to stop?"

"Yes!"

"Will you tell me what you did that was so bad?"

She hesitated.  "I made my little brother pull down his pants and
I started rubbing his peepee."

I laughed out loud.  "Well, then this seems perfectly fair,
doesn't it?"

She was silent.

I gently parted her pussy lips to reveal those elusive sex
organs, most notably her cunt opening.

"I'm thinking I would like to mate with you.  Would you like
that?'

"No!" she cried.

I started stroking my fingers up and down her lips lightly,
pausing at her clit each time.

Soon I could see her pussy tissues swelling and reddening.  Slick
fluid now moistened her cunt opening.

"Oh, but look at that!  Your body likes the idea of mating!  It's
not totally mature yet, but it looks very interested.  I wonder
whose word I should take here, yours or your body's?"

"Mine!" she said.  "Leave my privates alone!"  If she was feeling
pleasure from my stroking she hid it well.

"Oh!" I said.  "But your privates would be very disappointed if I
left them alone.  I think they are eager for their first mating!
So it's two to one in favor of the mating, me and your body
against just you.  And you might be lying, but I can tell your
body isn't lying!"

"I'm not lying," she whimpered.

I pulled off my T-shirt and shorts.  My organ was of course hard
and ready to go.  "Wait, I guess it's three to one, since my body
is in favor too!"  She eyed my cock with trepidation.

"It's a little different," I said.  "There's something extra no
other man has," I said, showing the little mini-penis at the tip.
 "That lets me slide into little girls without stretching out
their tissues.  The rest of it is for a full fuck with a big
girl.  Are you a big girl or a little girl?" I asked.

Eying my cock, she said, "Little girl" in a small voice.

"We'll see.  Your cunt is pretty wet, and it's been growing these
past couple years.  I think maybe that cunt's pleading 'I'm a big
girl!  I'm a big girl!  I want all of it!'"

"That's not a very nice word," she said.

"Which?"

"The C-word."

"Oh, 'cunt'?  I think it's nice.  I think it's a rich, earthy
word, belonging with the slick, the hot, the urgent press of hard
tissue in soft.  Cunt, cunt, cunt!  Of course, I'm not calling
you a cunt, since you're a whole girl.  But I'm calling your cunt
a cunt."

I leaned down with my lips between her legs.

"So, cunt, would you like to mate?"  I pretended to listen. 
"That wasn't very convincing.  Let's see what we can do to
persuade you completely."

I licked the fine light nectar from all around her pussy parts. 
As I gently probed her cunt with my tongue and licked, the fluid
I swallowed was soon replaced by more.

Then I focused my tongue right at her little clit and began a
slow, luxurious licking.  Her cunt got wetter, and she gave off
an alluring smell.  I paused.

"Your cunt's giving off the smell that says, 'Mate with me!'"

"No..." she said.

I returned to my licking.  She started squirming her hips in
spite of herself, making little choked moans.  Down between her
legs she was fully engorged.  Her body was completely ready.

"Now do you want to mate, cunt?  ...  Now it gives a resounding
'yes'!  What do you say?"

"No!" she cried in anguish.

"The reason our two bodies are so interested in mating is so my
cock can deliver the sperm to make a baby.  Do you want a baby?"

"No!"

"I think you're being too controlling of your body.  Your body is
growing up and needs some independence.  And it wants a baby!"

"No... Besides, I'm too young to have a baby!" she said.  Maybe
she had the tiniest hope she could deter me.

I laughed.  "Maybe you're too young now, but my body is very
insistent.  When my sperm come out, they wriggle right to your
ovaries and fertilize every single egg you have.  When you start
having periods, you'll have my babies one after the other.  Maybe
twelve in all, or maybe twenty!"

All girls knew about the spontaneous pregnancies, but the
reminder and the immediacy affected her. A new edge of panic
showed on her face.

"Do you want my babies?"

She shook her head.

"Oh, come on, why not?"

She shook her head again.

"Well, the three of us are eager for the mating, so we're going
to go ahead.  You can sulk if you want."

I slid down on her to get myself into position.

The hot slick welcome her cunt gave me was familiar, but it was
as exquisite as ever.  I never tired of the sensation.

My little penis was all the way in, and now my lower-stage tip
pressed against her cunt opening.  I nudged it in a little deeper
on each stroke.  Soon I could feel my tip pressing against her
cunt muscle ring.  It was tight.

"So I could press farther, and stretch your cunt into the shape
of a woman's, or I could just deliver my sperm up inside you from
here."

"Just do it from there," she said meekly, panting.

"Did I just hear you ask me to give you my sperm?"

"No!" she said.

"I can hear your cunt.  It wants to be a big girl cunt, even if
it hurts a little."

"No, no..."

"On the count of three," I said, panting a little.

"One..."

"No."

"Two..."

"No, no!"

"THREE!  UNNNHH!"

She let out one sob, then fought back tears.

Her hymen was broken and I was past the cunt ring, and now with
each stroke I rapidly filled her up deeper.

"Aaaaah!  That's nice!" I said.

I began fucking with a long, smooth motion.  Her slick cunt
hugged me tight.  It felt wonderful.

"I could stop and pull out now," I said.  "And you wouldn't get
pregnant.  The instant I shoot out my sperm, you're pregnant for
life.  Would you like me to stop?"

"Yes," she said, but with less conviction.

"Listen to your cunt.  It wants to get pregnant so bad it is
sending you wave after wave of pleasure, more each time.

"You're going to thank me for this, just as soon as I shoot it
into you."

"I am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Well, there's no use arguing over matters of fact."

"Am not!"

She gnashed her teeth.  I looked down to see her chest heaving,
the nipples on her breastlets now sticking out boldly.  Her body
glowed with the subtlest hint of moisture.  Looking below, her
sparse silky pubic mat was getting mashed each time by my heavy,
dark mat.  Both were notably damp.  I was pumping into her with
deep, long strokes, getting faster.  On each outstroke the bottom
of my hard, slick and unstoppable first-stage tube appeared and
then disappeared up inside her again.  I could feel my little tip
lodged in the indentation of her cervix, moving only the
slightest bit with each stroke, having found its home.

Her eyes were locked on mine now, pleading with me -- but what
was she pleading for?  She was at war within herself.

I continued, "I'm getting close, now.  It feels great!  This is
heaven!  Mmmmmmm!"  After a pause, "Your cunt wants it!  Feel the
pleasure!"

She closed her eyes and shook her head the tiniest bit.

I was pistoning away with abandon now, her hot wet cunt clutching
me tightly.

"Look at me while I fuck you pregnant!" I panted urgently.

Her eyes shot open and locked on mine, still shaking her head the
tiniest bit, biting her lip.

The ejaculation sequence started.  "Can't stop any more, oh
baby."

Just then she shrieked and spasmed with orgasm, her cunt pulsing
around me.

"UUUNNNNNNNHHHHH!" I said as I jammed my cock deep and spurted.

A second later her orgasm was overwhelmed by the other kind, the
superorgasm, and her face lay slack with an ecstatic grin.

I lay down on her, feeling flesh against flesh for a few seconds
before sliding a bit to the side to let her breathe.

After a minute, her breathing slowed enough that she could talk.
"Oh, thank you so much!  Thank you!  Mmmmmm.  You were right
about everything!  I should have known it would be great, but I
didn't believe you.  You raped me!  But it was so exciting to be
raped!  Thanks soooo much for raping me!"

All told we had been at this for 45 minutes, and her anxiety
began to war with her ecstasy.

"All pregnant," I said.  "Set with babies for life!"

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"  She reached up to give me
a big kiss.

With a last caress of her face I gave my happy, pregnant girl a
kiss on her nose.  Her body turned hard again as it left quick
time.


=========================================
Sixteen years later

 The years rolled by.  In ever-increasing numbers my daughters
and sons kept popping out of the girls I had possessed.  The tide
actually made a dent in the backlog of couples waiting to adopt.

Kayla's eldest daughter was Michelle, and I had first fucked her
as part of the quintet that was the first offering BGCC made for
me.  I had kept fucking her now and then.  She had come of age on
the early side, and found herself pregnant at the age of 13.

My first grandchild was a bouncing baby girl named Victoria.  She
was a remarkable child from birth.  She was beautiful, and had a
sort of aura that it was hard to put one's finger on, but we had
the sense there was even more to her than an aura.

Victoria started talking at six months, and was reasonably fluent
by one year of age.  The mothers of the church and I agreed that
it would be good of me to breed her as soon as possible.  At
eighteen months I thawed Victoria into quick time and mated with
her gently.  She seemed to know what was happening more than any
child her age ever had.  I was in awe of her -- a little
frightened, even.

Her vagina was different too.  It seemed like her hot and wet
tube, small as it was, generated electricity in my brain with
every in and out stroke, and I felt like I was getting a slow and
steady heroin and cocaine injection -- not that I have ever
experienced that directly.

We suspected it from the start, but it was soon confirmed:  All
of my granddaughters remembered their quick time exploits, while
my daughters were like other girls and only regained their
memories when a baby actually started growing in their wombs,
much later.

From the earliest days we had known that repeated doses of my
semen actually improved girls' intelligence, confidence, and
wisdom.  In an effort to help Victoria achieve her destiny I
brought her into quick time twice each week and fucked a little
more semen into her each time.

She started reading and surfing the web at age three and took in
prodigious amounts of information.  She also spent time just
staring off into space.  There was something extraordinary going
on in that little head, but we didn't know what.

------------

Unexplained and seemingly inexplicable pregnancies attracted
attention.  I had exercised some caution from the time the first
spontaneous pregnancies made the news.  I entered quick time at a
considerable distance from wherever I was going to take girls,
especially after the BGCC was arranging liaisons for me; there
was always the possibility of moles in the organization.  The
church also recognized the problem and did a good job of keeping
knowledge of the virgin sacrifices within a small, trusted group.

A few times I thought I was being followed.  It was probably a
figment of my imagination, I reasoned, but better safe than
sorry.  I froze time and when I thawed it again I was many blocks
away.

When it finally happened I was totally unprepared.

I later remembered waking blearily from a deep sleep to the prick
of a syringe before losing consciousness again.

I woke in what seemed like a hotel room, but the door was locked
from the outside.  I froze time and searched, but there was no
way out.  However fast I could move in quick time, I couldn't
walk through doors.  When the door finally opened it revealed a
doorway beyond consisting of a narrow vertical slit covered with
cloth strips.  When a man walked through, the strips parted just
enough to let him pass.  At no instant was there enough of an
opening for me to fit through, even if I went into quick time at
exactly the right moment.

I was poked and prodded endlessly.  My special penis was studied
from all angles.

Then the interrogations began.  I was interviewed over and over,
day and night, by kind people, mean people, gorgeous women, and
even little girls.

Then began the drugs, the electrodes, strange sounds, weird
lights, and sleep deprivation.   They readily got from me
everything I knew.  They found out where I lived in real life and
where the BGCC and I left notes for each other.  That was about
all; I really didn't have any interesting secrets.  But that
didn't stop them from continuing with their varied and
sophisticated tortures.  Life had gone from exceedingly pleasant
to a nightmare.

One night I awoke to a gentle touch on my arm.  Standing by my
bed was none other than Victoria, looking far more worn and weary
than any six-year-old should look.  My first thought was that she
had been captured too and imprisoned with me.

"Victoria!  Why are you here?"

"I'm here to set you free," she said.  She looked bedraggled, her
eyes dull.  "But first, take me to quick time and fuck me, OK?"

Pausing for sex in the middle of an escape seemed a bit
self-indulgent, but I froze time and kissed her into it with me.

She pulled down her jeans and panties and said, "Oh, please,
quick!"  She lay on my bed.

I would have done my best for Victoria under any circumstances. 
But my sexual apparatus had not been happy with the sudden
cessation of all sex when I was captured, and I was all too happy
to get into Victoria's pants for my own pleasure.  During my
capture I had been presented with many little girls with pussies
displayed in alluring fashion, but I had resisted temptation and
refused to mate with them while I was a prisoner.

I had to keep myself from coming just watching my little prong
approaching my sweet granddaughter's spread lips.  I thrust
inside, and within five strokes I came.  My feeling of ecstasy
was magnified from my long drought of sex, and instead of
spurting once, I could feel another little blob coming out of the
tip of my mini-penis, then another, and another.  I lost count
but think there were about ten.

Victoria moaned and relaxed.  She smiled at me, though she still
looked weary.  "You don't know how wonderful that was," she said.
 After a moment, with what seemed like a profound effort, she
returned to the situation at hand.  "After you refreeze me, stay
in quick time and leave!  The doors should all be open.  Then go
to 57 Hawthorne Street."  I committed it to memory.

"What about you?"

"I will be safe.  Trust me."

I hesitated.  My precocious granddaughter had managed to get into
a highly secure facility.  I had no idea what I could do to help
with her plan, so I decided I had to trust her.  I kissed her on
the lips and gave her a quick hug, then kissed her nose to freeze
her.

The narrow slit in the outer door was held open enough for me to
squeeze through.  I walked hundreds of yards and through at least
a dozen different doors.  Some were unusual:  a thick door like
you see on a bank safe, a door that sealed like the ones on a
ship, a very thin but very heavy one, one made of very thick
plastic.  They had really not wanted me to escape!  But all the
doors were open, so I walked out just as Victoria had planned. 
There were guards too, but naturally they were all frozen in
place.

-------------------

I made my way on foot to the address to 57 Hawthorne, which was a
mile away -- this facility had not been placed in the middle of a
residential area!  At the address there was a small sign on the
door:  "Go around back."

Around back another sign invited me to switch to real time, take
a shower and dress in the clean clothes provided.  I was then to
drive the car that was in the driveway to another address in a
city a couple hours away.

An instruction sheet in the car explained the situation.

Many of my daughters had come to suspect that I was not a God but
a man -- but a very important man.  Once I had been captured,
Victoria had found them and recruited them into an organization
with the immediate goal of freeing me.

I had never before revealed my identity in the real world.  But
if the government could track me down once, it could probably do
it again.  Now my location would remain a secret from everyone
except the organization formed to protect me.  We would call it
the Order of Mark.

It was strange to walk in real time through a door into a house
with a half dozen young women.  Should I say, "Hey girls, daddy's
home!"  It didn't go exactly like that.  They all treated me with
near reverence.  To help break the ice and develop a bit more
informality I took them into quick time one by one.  They were
all delighted to be fucked, and of course they all cherished the
superorgasm I gave them.

As fully mature women, my daughters were no longer quite as
attractive to me as they had been as adolescents, but they were
still plenty attractive.  They all had mature vaginas, of course,
so my entire cock fit inside them.  I relished the chance to fuck
each of them to the hilt.

I had no end of questions, but they said Victoria would be back
shortly and explain everything.

I was excited by these new developments -- but also exhausted
from my ordeal.  The exhaustion eventually won out and I drifted
into a sound sleep.

-----------------

I woke to the feel of a body sitting on my bed.

I could see it was a girl in the dim light, but not much else. 
"Victoria?" I asked.

"Yeah.  Can you take me into quick time and do me again?"

I could and did, and before a second had passed on the clocks of
the world we were back.

Her eyes got misty.  "Can I snuggle with you in bed?"

I would have done anything for this remarkable girl who had saved
my life.  But snuggling with a beautiful six-year-old was no
sacrifice for me.  I corrected myself -- she was now seven.

As she snuggled against me she started crying softly.

"I'm sorry," I said.  "What's wrong?"

"Soon I'll explain, but not yet," she said, sniffling.  She
curled her small body within the embrace of my much larger one,
and I gently stroked her hair and face until she fell asleep.

I woke in the night to a voice in my ear, "Can you do me again?"

All we needed to do was remove the covers, hugging each other
naked.  I froze time, kissed her, and seeded her again -- it felt
great, of course, and I was delighted to feel her relax.  She was
still in the shimmering shadow she had come out of.  I kissed her
nose and said "Thaw" to send us both back to real time.

I felt a new kind of tenderness towards this child.  However
extraordinary she might be, at one level she was still a
seven-year-old girl.

----------

I must have slept soundly.  When I woke again and turned,
Victoria was smiling at me.  I yawned and stretched.

"Now we can talk," she said.  We lay on our sides in bed, a
couple feet apart and facing each other.

"Remember you used to do me a couple times a week?  Towards the
end of that time, I was discovering magic.  Powerful magic.  Your
surges inside me, those ecstasies, fueled my knowledge and power.

"I didn't want to say anything to anyone until I was surer of
what the magic could do.  Then when they caught you, I kicked
myself because I had waited too long.

"Of course when you disappeared the BGCC church went crazy.  You
stopped showing up and stopped writing notes.

"I was frightened too.  I had known you were no God for a long
time -- you big faker!"  She reached over to tickle me briefly,
with a seven-year-old smile.  I squirmed a bit, then put on a
sheepish look.

"I stumbled my way through magic knowledge to find what had
happened to you.  Reading minds here and there.  Then when I
found where you were, my heart sank.  Without your little doses
of sperm my magic was getting depleted, and I would have to do a
ton of magic to get you free.

"I could read minds, a little, and quickly found that your
daughters -- my aunts -- were different from all the others. 
They understood, and soon I had them organized.  Some of your
daughters rented this house without the BGCC knowing.  I told the
BGCC inner circle that I had an idea for getting God to come
back.  They were very unhappy that I wouldn't share my plan with
them, but they knew I was special, and they had no better ideas.


I got the sisters to gather as many of your other granddaughters
as they could find, all the way down to the infants.  I touched
each one and pretended to pray, but I was actually getting a bit
of magic energy from each of them.

"I was so frustrated because I knew I was wasting energy figuring
out how the magic worked, but I found the way to control minds,
just a little -- just enough.

"Six of them were kind of like me, with a fair amount of power. 
One day we put our plan in motion:  a couple of your daughters
spirited the seven of us away to this house, and the BGCC hasn't
seen us since. I let the other six in on the secret and told them
a bit about what I knew about magic, and found I could get a bit
more magic energy out of them.

"When the plan was in place for your escape, I knew I needed a
lot of energy, so I drained them a bit more.  The first one, poor
Kathy..." tears welled up in her eyes, "I drained her too much
and she died!  I didn't know!"

It was a shock to think that a girl had died in the effort to
rescue me, but I decided to worry about that later.  Victoria was
the one who needed my help right now.  "It's OK," I said.  "I
know you were doing your very best."  At that she cried, and it
was a minute before she was ready to go on.

"I was ready to give up, but the others insisted we had to keep
going.  The others I drained less, and although they cried and
admitted it hurt they insisted I get a little more because we
needed it to save you, and finally, I got enough!  I did it!  I
rescued you!"  She beamed at me.

"I fiddled with enough minds to get the doors open so I could get
in.  I knew you could get out in quick time.  I knew I couldn't
get back out unless I could get you to give me more cum stuff
again.  I saved my last magic to get ten spurts out of you
instead of just one, and then I could keep the spells going long
enough to get out.

"If that part hadn't worked I would have died.  I had a little
suicide pill in case I didn't make it, so they couldn't torture
secrets out of me."

I was stunned and bewildered.  I had to believe in magic, of
course, since a witch had set up this entire reality which had
let me gorge myself on my fantasies, fucking hundreds upon
hundreds of little girls.  But this was a whole new angle on the
subject.  I had a granddaughter with the power to overcome the
best defenses of the US national security apparatus.

I hugged her to me.  "Oh, Victoria, I'm so proud of you!"

She looked into my eyes briefly, then started crying her heart
out.  "I'm just a little girl!  I'm just a little girl!  I wasn't
grown up enough for all that!"  I comforted her as best I could.
My heart was overflowing with love and compassion for the poor
thing.

"So what can I do for you?"

"Well, for starters, would you take me off to never-never land
and fuck me once more?"

That was no sooner said than done.

She smiled.  "Finally I feel pretty good.  I've got my energy
back -- more than I ever had before.  When I was stumbling in
magic land, I kept discovering channels, places I could go if
only I had more of your energy.

"Enough of that," she said, and made a big effort to sober up.

"Upstairs there are five of your little granddaughters who are
very unhappy little girls, because I stole most of their energy.
I think they feel like they are having a very bad flu.  What they
need is you to fuck them, again and again and again, like you did
me."

If these girls were in such trouble, why had she been wasting
time telling me all the details and taking all of my sperm for
herself?

"I thought I should get myself charged as much as I possibly can,
so I can detect any progress the bad guys make in following our
trail.  So far, I haven't sensed any."  Then her lip quivered. 
"But I don't know if I was just a selfish little girl who wanted
to feel good first!  I can't tell!"  And she cried again.

"I know you did the right thing," I said.  I didn't really know
it, but this was a time when a little girl could use a grown-up's
certainty.  I held her a little longer.

"OK, now you should go to them.  My three-quarters sisters, I
guess they are."

I held Victoria's face in my hands.  "I know you did the right
thing, I am so proud of you and I love you so much.  I trust you
to know how much energy to put into monitoring the danger, and
for the rest of it, do any little girl thing you want to do, OK!"
 I gave her a little kiss on the lips.

"OK," she said, looking down a bit shyly.  "Thanks, daddy." 
After a pause she added, "Thanks, grandpa."

And with that I was off to help my other granddaughters.  They
were in sorry shape indeed.  Someone had had the foresight to
deck them out alluring outfits -- see-through dresses, sparkling
panties, thongs and the like.  I fucked as I had never fucked
before.  As soon as I dosed one little girl's cunt I tried to get
it up to go on to the next.  Instead of ecstasy after I delivered
my stuff, for the first few times they just looked a little less
miserable.  But within a few days they were feeling OK again, and
then the little doses of sperm they got from me made them feel
ecstatic again.


----------------

The Bearing God's Children Church was enormously relieved to find
I had returned, and we resumed our former patterns.

The church had at its core the first generation of my conquests,
the ones who kept having my babies whenever they went off the
pill and placing them in adoptive homes.  It also attracted a
large number of the adoptive parents of those babies and many of
my sons.  And like any religion, others joined for their own
miscellaneous reasons.

The BGCC served a useful role in providing an umbrella
organization which dealt with the phenomenon of all of my girls
bearing my babies one after another.  They also took the brunt of
criticism for the idea of one unknown man fathering so many
children.  They also continued to provide me with luscious feasts
of little girl virgins for me to mate with, and they did quite a
good job of it.


In contrast to the Church, the Order of Mark was completely
secret.  No one outside the Order knew of the witchcraft; when
those outside wondered about whether supernatural powers were at
work, more witchcraft made those people decide their musings were
ridiculous.  Spells of illusion and amnesia helped too.  The
government was now completely overmatched by the magic of the
Order.

The Order of Mark initially had many of my daughters, but at its
center were my incestuously conceived granddaughters.  As the
years went by, more and more of them grew into their power,
forming a growing army of beautiful young witches.  We all
wondered just what powers my incestuous great-granddaughters
would have when they arrived.

In folklore, witches are usually bad, while some are good.  Their
moral compass is divorced from their essential nature as witches.
 My witches were brought up with decent morals, but they were
bound above all to me.  The idea of betraying me was completely
foreign to them.  I had no power in wizardry myself, but the
fluid that pulsed from the tip of my little penis was the
ultimate source of their power.

They wove a spell that made me stop aging.  Victoria mentioned
that as an afterthought one day.  Despite all her wisdom, she was
young enough to not realize how profound a change that made in my
outlook.

My love for Victoria began when she saved my life, and only
broadened and deepened with time.

Victoria had three roles.  In quick time she was my lover, and I
poked between her pussy lips with a depth of feeling I had for
none of the others.  The bliss I sent her into was special to
both of us.  During the day she was my deputy, coordinating the
activities of the other witches -- the powerful ones all younger
than she!  And at night she was my daughter, a scared little
seven-year-old who had been forced to grow up too soon.  She
liked make-believe sometimes, playing at knight and maiden, orc
and human, and aliens in space.  She shied away from playing
witch, since that was too much like her day job.

Gradually Victoria grew up, of course.  She developed sexually,
as all girls do.  On one special day I finally surged my entire
penis into her.  We started exploring sexuality in real time, and
then found a style of lovemaking that worked well for both of us.
 Our love was seamless, but more and more we related as husband
and wife and less as father and daughter.

She went off the pill once and bore a son, then a second time and
bore a daughter.  We shared an intuition that this daughter would
grow up to be very special, and that it would not be wise to risk
giving her a sister.  With some reluctance Victoria stopped at
two children.

Earlier in life I had been unable to maintain relationships with
grown women because the sexual attraction wasn't there.  I loved
Victoria so much I never stopped adoring her sexy body, much as
most grown men keep loving their wives as they age into menopause
and beyond.

But that gets us ahead of our story.

----------------

Within a couple years of my escape I was the ruler of an army of
witches, an army growing constantly in power.  This raised the
question of what to do with that power.  So far I had been happy
in life raping my little virgins.  Power brings responsibility,
though I would have been happier ignoring it.

Underneath all the raping and fucking, I was still the guy who
had kissed an ugly witch because it was the right thing to do. 
So I set about saving the world, making it a place where all
could live in harmony with the earth and each other.  It sounds
quixotic, perhaps, but with nearly absolute power such a result
was not out of reach.  I was a benevolent despot.

The most egregious abuses were easy enough to curb -- wars and
genocides, human slavery, blatant discrimination, and wanton
environmental destruction.

Beyond that the best course was unclear.  Just what sort of
economic and political arrangements were best for the world?

This required study, and that's where my sons and grandsons came
into the picture.  They were as totally devoted to me as their
sisters, but they had no hint of magic power in them.  Under the
tutelage of their sisters, they were assigned the job of studying
politics and economics and environmental sciences.  Each issue
had to be studied within the local cultural context.

We could run an experiment in one province here, a country there,
using elsewhere what worked and discarding what didn't.

As numerous as the witches became, there were far too few of them
to direct the running of the world.  Nor did we want that.  We
wanted to establish a human organization that would run itself,
with an occasional spell here or there to keep it on track.  We
did not assume that human nature would change.  We knew that
greed, lust, spite, malice, treachery, xenophobia and the like
would forever lurk in the hearts of men and women.  We needed
systems that would handle those human failings gracefully.

Gradually the world became a far better place.  Only the most
starry-eyed from past decades would have thought such an order
was possible.  It's remarkable what an army of witches can do
when armed with spells of mindreading and thought control.

Of course, this entire order of the world had been set in motion
by a witch of a different generation.  My young witches of the
Order of Mark discovered the old witches early on, and discovered
that our witchcraft was more powerful in most respects.  They
were a dying breed, and my young witches found their intentions
were mostly benign. They could be left alone, though we watched
them.

----------------------------

"Daddy, could you pull your cock out, please?"

This was an unusual request from Victoria in the middle of the
afternoon, but I shrugged and pulled it out.  She started
stroking it, which was even more unusual.

"If you want it to get hard, just pull your panties down," I
said.

"OK, but I don't feel like sex," she said.

"That's fine, I'll just look, not touch."

Her gorgeous pussy lips came into view, covered now with the fine
hair of adolescence.  I reached over and gently spread them.

"Hey, I thought you said you were just looking!"

"Well, I meant I wouldn't try to go all the way."  I brushed her
clitoris gently, making her press against my finger.

"Hey!" she said, pulling her pants back up.  Messing around in
her pants had done the trick, though.  I was hard.

She then lifted up my penis and looked beneath.  She gave a
little gasp.

"What is it?"

Victoria plopped down in a chair, and when she recovered her
composure she spoke.  "Somebody wants to see you.  Of course, we
get people all the time who want to see you.  'The guy with the
two-stage dick'," she said, smiling at my organ which was wilting
as we spoke.  All of my mates could describe my interlude with
them once they got pregnant, and the two-stage dick was a clear
memory for many of them.

"This is the first time an old witch asked to see you.  She
claimed she was the one who cast the original spell.  I figure
that one would be long dead.  But she said she had put a mark on
the underside of your dick, a male symbol, if a person looked
really close."  I turned my dick over.  It was faint, but the
mark was clear if you knew what you were looking for.

"She's dying, and she wants to see you."

I thought for a while.  She had owed me a little for saving her
life, but she had outdone herself in terms of what she gave back.
 I owed her a visit.

-------------------

She was in bed, on her back, the typical position of the dying. 
Four of my witches stood at a respectful distance as I entered
with Victoria.  Just in case there was going to be a battle of
magic, Victoria had arranged it so my side was going to win.

If she had been hideous back when I gave her mouth-to-mouth, she
was beyond hideous now.  One eye was turned in its socket so only
the white showed, the other was mostly red.  Her cheeks were a
mass of warts.  Her lip was split, and pus oozed out.  The stench
was unmistakable from the moment I entered the room.

"There you are," she whispered.

"Hello," I said simply.

"You've done quite well for yourself, I see."

"I guess."

"For eons my kind has known it is not safe to try new things with
magic.  The spell I worked for you was new, and it got away from
me."

"How so?"

"You weren't supposed to make them all pregnant!"

"I didn't mean to..."

"I know you didn't mean to.  The magic wasn't supposed to make
that happen.  Whoever heard of little girls getting pregnant?  I
think you just wanted it so bad.  You wanted them more than
either of us knew, and your hunger made it happen."

I wasn't sure quite what to say.  "It's true, I really do want
them a whole lot."

"Then you go do incest!  Well, who could blame you for that? 
Your desire is so strong.  But then the magic.  Where did that
come from?

"Magic was dying in the world, and now it is alive again.  Alive
and thriving, and all for the good!"

Her body was wracked with a fit of coughing.  After she
recovered, she reached out blindly with a gnarled hand.  I took
it.

Her voice was little more than a croak.  "I went beyond myself,
beyond my own power, and it could have turned out badly.  But it
turned out well."

She lay in silence a few moments more.

"I have a favor to ask."

"Yes?"

"Kiss me."  The witches shifted uneasily behind me.

I hesitated only a moment before I bent down into the stench.  I
kept my eyes open.  My lips touched against hers, the crack, the
pus, the slimy skin.

When I lifted them a few seconds later, she was dead.

I waited for the world to shift.  I waited to see if I would feel
a churning in my underpants as my penis returned to the typical
male configuration.  But it didn't.  A few simple spells showed
that the girls behind me were still witches.

I wiped my lips on my sleeve and rinsed my mouth with the water
from the cup on the bedside.

"Wasn't that a little risky, daddy?" asked Victoria.

"You mean you didn't have all the magical possibilities under
control?"

"We were doing our best, but you never know..."

I paused a moment, reflecting.  "What was the bigger danger? 
Kissing her -- or not kissing her?"

The room was silent.  No one knew the answer.


=======================
Three years later

I lay back on the chaise lounge.  I had no clothes on, and my
penis was limp for the moment.  Snuggled against my left side was
Alice, a beautiful five-year-old.  I had given her her bliss
within the hour, so her affection for me was boundless.  I idly
stroked my hand up and down her back, but paused to cup her bare
butt.

The witch Deirdre, one of Victoria's lieutenants, addressed me. 
"There is the matter of the Hutu and Tutsi communities.  It is
unclear whether the rivalries in the sporting events are an
outlet to dissipate hostility, or whether they fuel it."

"Hmmmm," I said.  "Do we have any similar situations to use as
models?"

"It helped with the Armenians and Turks, but not with the Serbs
and Croats."

"Recommendation?"  Alice was gently wiggling her pelvis against
my hip.

"Keep it up for another six months, combined with more TV
coverage on the personal lives of the star athletes on both
sides."

"Very well," I said.  Alice's hand was gently stroking my
lower-stage penis, and it was rising.  "Anything else?"

"There is the matter of aboriginal seal-hunting, which is
repugnant to much of the world."

"I'm sure you can handle it."

"Very well," she said.  After a moment and a quick glance at my
erection she offered, "I do hope we could keep your cock away
from little girls for longer if we had a truly momentous decision
to make."

"Oh, I'm sure we could."  Deirdre left.  My staff always made
reasonable decisions, and when there was conflict I deferred to
Victoria.

Alice squirmed beside me.

"Alice, dear," I said.  "You've already had your turn."

"OK," she sighed, and kissed me.

"Goodbye."

With that I shifted to quick time and went down the hall to the
waiting girls.  Victoria and the others had discovered how to
bring girls in and out of quick time without my having to kiss
lips and noses.

Little excited whispers broke out as I approached with my organ
hard and twitching.  I moved into the middle of the gang on the
bed.

A very sweet-looking lassie of about four was on her back,
holding her pussy lips open and smiling.  I descended on her and
slid myself in.  In under 30 seconds my little tip delivered its
sperm; through my pleasure of orgasm I heard her little shriek
and saw her body go slack.  Loving hands gently pulled her away.
I flopped onto my back.

"Watch this," an eight-year-old said, squatting beside the bed. 
She let loose with a stream of pee that soaked the towel she was
squatting on.  I found that very exciting.  Others cleaned it up
as I turned away.  A five-year-old lay on her side facing me,
with one knee drawn up in the air and her pussy a foot from my
face.  I decided to accept the invitation, and turned on my side
to lick her little twat: clit, lips, and a few tongue thrusts
into her little cunt.  I have never lost my wonder and awe at the
female sexual apparatus.  Little hands massaged my neck; another
pair gently stroked my hair.

Three older girls masturbated while watching me.  The technique
of the moment was one hand with fingers pulsing rapidly on her
clit, the other hand with fingers thrusting deep into her cunt.

A larger presence had moved in behind me and had gently draped
her arm over me.  I could feel a bit of hair on the pussy that
gently undulated against my bottom.  I had one set of little girl
parts right in front on my face, and I was intoxicated by the
feel and smell and look of them.  But I decided to investigate
what was behind, and turned over onto my other side.  She was a
dark-haired beauty, and she was on the cusp of puberty, almost
ripe and most alluring.  I rolled over on top of her and pushed
up with my cock.  She guided it into the right spot.  The little
part easily slid into her, and I began pressing harder to see if
more would fit.

"Do you want the whole thing?" I asked.

"Yes!" she said, nodding eagerly.

I pressed, her flesh gave way, and within seconds I was up to the
hilt.  This girl energized me, so I started fucking with long,
fast strokes, bumping the end of her inner cunt each time. 
Within seconds she had an orgasm in the old way, female tissues
responding positively to the male intrusion.  I kept pounding
away lustfully.  In five minutes she built to another climax,
more powerful than the first.  I let her come down from that a
little before fucking her with a frenzy and plastering my little
blob of cum deep inside her.  The superorgasm overtook her.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" she moaned.

After a minute of rest a ten-year-old gently rubbed my hand with
her cunt.  I took her hint and slid my middle finger up inside
her, which made her groan with happiness.  Three other girls
faced me from different angles, each with her legs spread wide
and hungry pussy on full display.

The one who intrigued me most was kneeling between my legs.  She
looked to be about five, with short blond hair and big blue eyes
that were misty with anticipation.  I motioned her onto her back.
 She smiled, though she was obviously a little nervous too.

She spread her baby twat wide.  The hole in her hymen was just
big enough for my little cock to fit through.  I lustfully eased
myself down on her body and slid my cock up her intimate channel.
 Her warm pussy hugged me.  She smiled.  I kissed her, which
surprised and delighted her.  But as I felt my loins getting
ready to orgasm inside her I looked down.  She whispered in my
ear, "Fuck my cunt, give me my babies, fuck it deeper."  My male
reflexes took over, the fluids mixed, the deepest pleasure took
me, and I pressed into her insistently to deliver my blob.  As
she collapsed in ecstasy and sperm wriggled towards their
destination, I reflected.  As the old witch had suggested,  I
wanted her so much that only lifelong pregnancy could satisfy the
depth of my longing.

Aaaaaahhh!


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