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Author: Sterling
Title: Eden In Harmony aka part 2 of Eves Daughters
Summary: In "Eve's Daughters", Nate and Sue landed on the lush planet
Eden when they were 13, and they were fruitful and multiplied.  But all of
Sue's children were girls.  In this sequel, they get increasingly creative
in their efforts to produce boys, and discover that Eden changes human
sexuality in some peculiar ways.
Keywords: MF Mf Mg mF mf mg bF bf bg cons pedo lolita het ScFi inc
mother son bro sis fath dau harem 1st oral preg
NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

   First posted 6/6/2010, new header added 8/24/2010.

   I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed.  Comments to
sterling27@live.com.

   I have written many other stories and they can all be found at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sterling/

   You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text
unchanged, including this notice.  If you tell me where you have re-posted
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the story gets where you re-post it.

   Sterling

   And now, our feature presentation.  Enjoy!

   =================================================================

   Eden In Harmony (sequel to Eve's Daughters)

   Hundreds of spaceships were sent into the void from a dying earth, each
containing a frozen boy and girl.  Only Nate and Sue found a planet that
humans could flourish on.  They set about reproducing, and Sue had a new
baby every year or two -- but all were girls.  Tragedy struck; when their
oldest reached puberty she became lethargic and then died.  Nate made a
discovery just in time to save their second daughter Tina: Starting at
puberty, girls needed a daily deep visit from a cock to stay healthy.

   Tina was the oldest surviving girl, followed a year later by the
identical twins Molly and Nancy, exceptionally intelligent and bookish.

   Nate's story continues.

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

   By the time Tina had borne five girls, Molly three, and Nancy two, the
need for some boys weighed heavily on all of us.

   There was a part of me that was delighted with things as they were.

   One curiosity of Eden was that none of the females -- except Sue --
could masturbate to orgasm.  They could get excited, but the excitement led
to frustration.  They needed my cock inside of them to obtain release. 
They reported that they had no interest in each other sexually.  So their
only sexual satisfaction was with me.

   In that context, Sue's dozen oldest daughters craved my sexual
attention. They needed a daily deep penetration to stay healthy.  They all
wanted me, and wanted me badly.

   And they all wanted to have as many babies as they could, and there was
only one way to get them.

   As for work, I didn't need to lift a finger.  All I had to do was lift
my cock.

   Why would I want any other male to get in on the picture?

   The females all frowned on any activity of mine that reduced my sexual
interest or powers.

   In fact, the more I used my sexual apparatus, the more robust it became.
Except for a few minutes of mandatory downtime after each climax, my
erection lasted indefinitely.  My cock pulsed to its robust long and hard
state strongly and reliably at the prospect of any pussy.  I could easily
have ten orgasms a day, and shoot quite a bit of semen with each one.  I
luxuriated in each orgasm for my own pleasure, as well as for the grateful
girl who worshipped me.

   But of course the bigger part of me was as troubled as anyone else. 
Unless we found a way to make more sets of cock and balls, human life on
Eden would die when mine did.

   We set about performing scientific experiments on the girls -- and some
on me.  Cut out bunny meat.  Eat nothing but bunny meat.  Cut out bananas.
Eat only bananas and bunny meat.  Move as little as possible for the two
weeks before impregnation.  Do nothing but run nonstop.  Sleep at night
with nose buried in my pubic hair for two weeks.  Try only bunny sex. 
Artificial insemination.

   Nothing worked.

   ----------

   It would be a long time before we made paper for hygiene.  Everything we
had used paper for on earth was done with cloth.  This included toilet
paper, menstrual pads, and handkerchiefs.  Cloth was also what we used to
soak up what dripped out of my girls after sex.  Good manners required
putting used cloths into the laundry, but sometimes people forgot.

   Ava was Nancy's third daughter.  After she learned to walk fast, at age
one, she had an uncanny tendency to barge into a room just as I was resting
in afterglow with some lucky girl.

   One day she had uncharacteristically disappeared and didn't come when
called.  When Nancy found her, she was in a back bedroom, holding one of
those cloths tossed aside after sex.  She held it and sniffed it.  Ava
wouldn't hand it over when asked, and when Nancy finally wrenched it from
her grasp, Ava screamed and was grumpy for hours.  In a few weeks she found
another one and this time was observed holding it to her face, breathing
through it.  When she was 18 months old, Nancy found her mushing a cloth
between her legs at her baby pussy.

   In our desperate quest for boys, we investigated any lead related to
sexuality.  Why did Ava seem to love those cloths so much?

   We invited Ava into the room while I was doing my level best to
impregnate Nancy's twin Molly.  Molly's current assignment to try to bear a
boy was to receive me in the missionary position most of the time, but when
it was time to breed, put her butt up in the air bunny style.  My part in
the experiment was to not have an orgasm for a full three days beforehand.
After a day had gone by, I had found it nearly impossible to keep from
coming once I locked deep into a sexy pussy, so I had to give up girls
entirely.  Going two days without my ministrations, all my older daughters
got grumpy.  Now my pussy-crazed and pussy-starved member was twitching
with the excitement of an impregnation, and it slid smoothly up into
Molly's depths.  Also in line with the experiment, I lunged deep up her
cunt and let myself come in seconds, spraying deepest Molly with an
extra-large dose of my sperm.  I then pulled out, and naturally a large
dollop of sex juices plopped out, though plenty was left inside to
fertilize Molly.

   Ava was excited by the smell.  Nancy sat little Ava on her lap, legs
spread wide, and explained that we were going to try an experiment, and
that it might feel yucky.  While Nancy held Ava's pussy open, I took a
fingerful of the sex juice, composed mostly of my teeming semen, and gently
put it right at the opening to her pussy, then pushed it in a little.

   Ava gasped, moaned and squirmed on Nancy's lap.

   "Oooo, so good!  So good!" she panted.

   We all agreed that it looked like she had just had an orgasm.  What kind
of a world was it where three-year-olds wanted semen in their baby pussies
and came when they got it?

   We tried some more experiments.  If I shot some semen onto her tummy,
Ava also came from sliding the pure stuff in.  She was indifferent to the
secretions of girls at various stages of their monthly cycles.  It was the
semen that drove her wild.

   All the girls down to those who showed any signs of puberty were already
receiving reasonably frequent doses of semen up their cunts by the natural
method.  But we tried dabbing semen into all the little girls.  Most were
indifferent, but a few reported a pleasant, warm glow.  Kelly, a baby of
only nine months, behaved like Ava.  She shrieked and had what certainly
looked like an orgasm, an odd thing to behold in a baby so young.

   We decided to give Ava her sexual freedom.  We made sure she knew when I
spurted potent cum inside some girl.  As it slid from the grateful pussy,
Ava had her chance at the drips.  At first she wanted to fill her pussy
with a little bit of my sperm several times a day, but she soon settled
down to a nice big dollop about once a day.  She slid the mixture of girl
and man juices up her tiny hole and after a convulsion she lay back, spent
with orgasm.  She might have preferred semen straight from me, but that was
too precious.  She seemed content with second-hand drippings.

   She found efforts to stimulate her clitoris to be annoying, as most
girls do at that age.

   Then Nancy noticed a curious development: Ava's pussy was enlarging. 
She shoved the sex goop up inside herself with three fingers.

   An enlarged pussy presented an obvious opportunity.  At first I looked
at Ava with polite detachment.  A full-sized pussy by itself was as
alluring as any other, but could I ignore the fact that it was artfully
nestled between the legs of a cute three-year-old?  Maybe I could do her in
the dark.  But then as I looked at the cute little thing, I began to
realize that -- was it possible?  -- I actually looked forward to doing her
in the light, to looking at her, at making love to her three-year-old body,
just the way it was.

   "Ava, would you like to play with daddy's cock?" I asked.

   She nodded eagerly.

   I lay on my back as she fondled my stiff organ.

   "Do you want it inside your pussy?"

   Ava nodded eagerly.

   "Here, you can climb on me and put it against your pussy.  If you like,
you can push it inside."

   She shook her head at that.  Instead, she lay back in missionary
position, something she had seen countless times.

   I leaned over her, not sure what to expect.  But I found I was very
excited by the prospect of having sex with the dear young thing.  I put
myself at her full-size opening and pressed in, very gently.  As she felt
the tip of my cock expand her vaginal tube, she opened her eyes wide.

   "Does that hurt, sweetie?" I asked.

   She shook her head, and I pressed in a little more.

   "If you've had enough, just say when," I told her.

   She didn't ever say when.

   "So full!" she said, amazed.

   My cock fit all the way inside the dear thing.  After I had penetrated
her fully I began my in and out motion.  She gave no sign she was enjoying
the sensations, but she didn't seem to mind either.  Before long I got my
body thinking orgasmic thoughts, and within two minutes I pressed in a
little tighter and splatted her innards with my sperm.  After a second she
let loose with an orgasmic shout.  Fresh, pure semen, straight from the
cock, at full depth, was a more intense treat for her than the dollops of
cut sperm that she could shove inside her pussy opening, but not very far
inside.

   When my cock reached its full penetration, most girls had a strong sense
of release and pleasure.  They liked it when I came, like any woman likes
her man to come, but it gave rise to no special sensation.  Ava felt
nothing special when I filled her pussy to the hilt, but she went crazy
when my sperm shot into her.  When I tried fucking her for a little while
and then pulling out, she got quite indignant, so I never did that again. I
only slid into young Ava when I was going to squirt her full of sperm.

   The years rolled by.  Ava got her orgasms from drippings she shoved up
inside herself and from my direct intrusions.

   We decided to proceed a little differently with Kelly, the younger girl
who reacted the same way as Ava to semen.  Kelly was pleasured only by
drippings, every second or third day.  Although her pussy was large and
inviting, and I licked my chops a few times admiring her, I followed the
rules and she remained a virgin.

   Informally Ava and Kelly were known as cum kids.

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

   Tina's oldest was Emily, the first of her generation, the first girl
born of incest.  She grew up like any other girl, and started enjoying my
attentions up her pussy at age twelve, and shortly thereafter needed to be
filled with my cock daily to feel well.  I bred her successfully the first
time I tried, after her 12th period, and she gave birth to the first girl
of the third generation when she was 14.

   Tina's second daughter was Claire.  Events initially unfolded in what
had become the normal pattern, until it came time to breed her.  A year
passed and she had not conceived.  None of Sue's daughters had taken that
long.  When 18 months had gone by without a pregnancy, Claire started
feeling seriously depressed and began getting lethargic, the same symptoms
that Sabrina and Tina had suffered years before.  That was when we had
discovered that a girl needed my cock inside her regularly to stay healthy.

   We weren't sure that there was any connection between 18 months without
a pregnancy and her symptoms, but we noted the relationship.  I had already
been paying some extra attention to Claire, hoping to give her the baby she
wanted.  With the possibility of her health depending on impregnation, I
intensified my efforts further.  Starting a mere two days after her period
ended, I made sure to make love tenderly to Claire every day, giving her an
orgasm before I plastered her cervix with my potent white stuff.  With most
of my sperm going into Claire for two weeks at a time, impregnation of the
other girls suffered.

   "Daddy, I just don't feel like it any more," Claire sighed as I began
massaging between her legs.  She was notably duller in every way, and it
was hard to watch her deteriorate.  " I'm sick of orgasms and trying to
visualize a baby."

   "I'm sorry, dear Claire.  If you just lie back, I'll be quick about it."
In short order I graced her cervix with my sperm.

   As she approached two years without being able to conceive, Claire
became very sick.  She mostly lay in bed, sitting up to eat a little.  I
plunged my cock into her pussy at least twice a day.

   But she still had periods, and I tried harder than ever to make her
pregnant.

   "Oh daddy, don't bother," she managed, weakness and depression evident
in her words.  "There are so many of my sisters and aunts who can use your
sperm to make babies, and I just can't."

   "We don't know that.  Maybe we've just been unlucky."

   "Daddy..."

   "Hold on sweetie," I said, my breath coming faster.  I spurted deep. 
More millions of sperm wriggled all over the upper pussy of Claire, all
trying to find her egg.

   Then an amazing thing happened.  Claire got a case of morning wellness.
Her bouts of nausea were like clear rain after a drought.  Her color
improved, she regained her energy, and everyone in our little band breathed
a sigh of relief.  As the months went by, she rounded out nicely, she
glowed, and she contributed baby Zoe to our swelling ranks.

   Claire's experience caused one immediate change in our practices.  There
was no more waiting for 12 periods before trying to make a baby.  If
failure to conceive made a girl deathly ill, it was best to start as soon
as possible!  The girls started tracking their cycles from their first
period, and whenever an ovulation might be happening, I was there, up her
cunt with my organ, inserting swarms of sperm ready to pounce on and
penetrate any egg she might produce.

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

   When Claire conceived her first child, Sue and I were 43.  Sue had first
given birth when she was 14.  In the intervening 29 years, she had carried
a pregnancy to term 19 times, and counting the twins, she and I had
produced 20 children.  She had no desire to slow down -- she just wanted
more, and when pressed to elaborate, she said vaguely that the empty land
called out for more babies.

   We knew from our distant childhood memories that women rarely had 20
children, and that age 43 was a bit late to be bearing children.  We
researched the topic on the computer and at its request gave it tissue
samples.

   The results were startling.  Biochemically, Sue and I had stopped aging
when we were 20 years old.  So Sue of course had no signs of approaching
menopause, and her entire female apparatus, notably her uterus, was all
strong and working fine.

   I had elevated levels of testosterone, reflecting my active sex life.  I
buried myself in pussies dozens of times a day, and I ejaculated about five
times.  Responding to the demand, my body made more sperm and accompanying
semen.

   Preliminary tests indicated that our daughters were not aging past 20
either.  Tina at 28 was the oldest, and we wouldn't expect any noticeable
aging on her, but the computer verified that she too was biochemically
still about 20.

   Discovering that we were not aging was good news, of course.  It wasn't
a guarantee of immortality; there are accidents, and our biochemistry could
change at any time.  Yet it was also unsettling to think that we really
might go on indefinitely -- we did not feel the previously universal human
pressure of almost certain death by age 100, with decrepitude starting much
earlier.

   Sue and I celebrated our 30th wedding anniversary by ourselves.  We
spread out on some fine blankets where the magnificent grove met the beach,
right where I had proposed to her 30 years before.  We had a picnic of the
finest fruits, grains, and bunny meat prepared three different ways.  After
dinner we had some luxurious sex -- bunny style, as Sue was seven months
pregnant.  As the sun set, we lay on our backs, holding hands, looking up
at the leaves in the canopy gently fluttering in the breeze, hearing the
soft lapping of waves on the beach.

   "Have you thought about the future, Nate?" It was an odd question.  We
both thought about the future constantly.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Suppose we can have some boys.  Have you thought about the population
pattern?"

   "A little, but tell me how you see it."

   "Our bodies stay young and we might live forever.  And every woman has
to have a baby every couple years or she gets sick and dies.  You know what
kind of population growth rate that creates..."

   I did.  It was explosive.  "Fortunately there's a lot of land."

   "Yeah, but you know how fast that kind of exponential curve could
populate this whole place."

   "When they re-invent medical science, surely they'll find a way to stop
the necessity of having babies indefinitely."

   "We can hope."



   I looked at the last of our sun's rays in the tops of the trees.

   "Have you thought through the other possibility?  What if we can't
produce any more males?"

   "We go extinct eventually.  But we don't know when, since you aren't
aging."

   "True, but what about before that?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Maybe at one pussy a minute, for ten hours a day, I can satisfy 600
pussies.  But what happens when there are 6,000?  60,000?  Imagine ranks of
girls on the verge of death, and I know I can save them if only I can get
my cock into them soon enough.  But there are too many..."

   "Stop talking like that," Sue said, in her firm voice.

   A grim silence descended between us.

   "Infanticide," she finally whispered.  I had reached the same
conclusion, but didn't want to say it.  Women bearing babies, year after
year, and killing each one as soon as she was born.  It was the least
horrible alternative, but it was truly horrible.

   We needed boys.

   "It's a beautiful evening, Sue," I managed.  "Let's take a walk on the
beach."

   "OK," said my beautiful, wonderful wife.

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

   I was fighting back tears, but my cock was still going strong.  I was
ploughing it in and out of Olivia, approaching orgasm.  My body went into
its familiar routine, and on cue I dribbled a little more sperm into the
girl, but I felt no pleasure.

   Olivia was sixteen, and she had never gotten pregnant.  Now she was in a
deep coma.  But I couldn't give up on her.  I had ejaculated in her just an
hour before.  She still did have periods, or at least had had one six weeks
before.

   "Dad," said Tina gently, hand resting lightly on my shoulder as I lay on
the naked, unresponsive form of Olivia.  "It's too late, dad."

   "No, it's not!" I said.

   "Please, dad.."

   "Go away!" I shouted.

   After she left I slid off of Olivia to the side and dozed off from
exhaustion.  Olivia had been one of my favorite grand-daughters.  She was
one of Molly's, and I could still see her shy smile peeking at me from
around a corner.  That one image was burned into my mind, for some reason.
It was impossible that I could let Olivia die.

   I woke to Olivia's breath coming in short gasps.  I heaved myself up on
top of her again, spread her legs once again, and pressed my cock into her
pussy, where I had pressed it so many time before.  I had squirted more
semen into Olivia than any other female, or so it seemed.  But Olivia's
skin was cool and her pussy was clammy.  I had entered many feverish
pussies, to my great if secret delight, but never a cool one.  But I
pounded away into her, jiggling her body with each thrust.

   I felt near orgasm, but my grief got in my way.  The clammy pussy didn't
help.  But I couldn't let her down now.  I pumped harder, focusing on the
image of the head of my cock hardening just before orgasm.  But orgasm
seemed farther away, not closer.  With eyes closed I was pressing in over
and over, faster, but I wasn't going to be able to do it this time.  I had
to slow down eventually, and then looked up at the dear girl's face.  She
wasn't breathing any more.

   "NO!" I screamed.  I went back to my furious pace.  Was her pussy
getting cooler and clammier with each thrust, or was I imagining it?

   I heard some daughters creep in.  They could see that Olivia was gone.

   "Dad...  Dad!  You've done everything you could!  It's not your fault!"

   I cried.  My cock had wilted, and I slipped out of Olivia -- or, I was
sickened to realize, Olivia's corpse -- and onto my back.

   "Oh, dad!" offered Nancy, falling to her knees and reaching her hand out
to comfort me, but I pushed her away.

   I don't know how long I lay next to her corpse.

   It's easy to see now that I had seriously lost my rationality.  Sue
later tried to put a positive spin on it, saying it made me more human and
lovable to show a little imperfection now and then.

   Then I heard more rustling.

   "Nate, get up."

   I didn't move.

   "Get up now!"

   My wife, Sue -- the shrew.  Sue the Shrew.

   "Drag him out."

   Hands were on me everywhere then.  I felt caught and I didn't like it at
all.  I tried to shake them off, but they would not be shaken.  Panicking,
I thrashed with all my strength, but it was not enough.  I might be the
strongest person on Eden, but my daughters were also strong, and now in
sisterhood they outmatched me.  Although they were as gentle as my
resistance allowed, I was at their mercy as they dragged me from the room.

   They took me to my bed, the bed I shared with Sue.

   After I finally stopped struggling, Sue dismissed the others.

   She sat beside me.  When I felt her hand rest on my shoulder, I
stiffened, but didn't push her away.

   "Talk to me, Nate."

   I didn't feel like talking.  But Sue was patient.

   "She's dead, Sue.  Dead.  I'll never get to see that smile again."

   Sue started stroking my arm, gently.

   "We are all going to miss her, but it might well be that you will miss
her most."

   "And it's my fault she's gone."

   Sue said nothing.  We had been over this before.

   "I was the only one who could save her," I said.

   "God DAMN you, Nate!!"

   I was startled.

   "It's no one's fault!  It just happened.  You fucked her perfectly, over
and over.  You gave her all the sperm she needed.  She was just sterile."

   "You don't know that!"

   "Fine!  We don't know for sure.  But let me see here, Mr.  Rational. 
This man has fathered 65 children.  Every other time he's set out to fuck a
baby into a girl, it has worked, usually quickly.  Olivia never had a baby.
I wonder which one is most likely to be the cause of the infertility?  Let
me think about this a moment."

   I held up my shaking hand to stop her, then paused a moment to collect
my thoughts.

   "I just miss her so much!  She can't be gone!"

   I reached out my arms, and in a flash Sue was hugging me while I sobbed.
I cried off and on for hours.

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

   When Sabrina had died, years before, Sue had stopped functioning.  I was
headed that way after the death of Olivia, but there was one problem. 
Twenty-five cunts had to be filled with cock, and their owners would get
quite unhappy if my cock didn't show up.

   We had known that any serious erectile dysfunction on my part could be a
calamity, but it had never been an issue.  Now, however, I was having a lot
of trouble.

   I had no interest in sex.  Deep down, I felt like a failure, and didn't
feel my daughters' beautiful bodies should be sullied by the intrusion of
the cock of such a loser.  The sensation of fucking dead Olivia's cooling
dead pussy haunted me.  The idea of seeking out girls as usual made me
nervous.  Fear of impotence makes impotence worse, and I was afraid I
wouldn't be able to get it up.  It was a tangled mess.

   Sue in her wisdom brought little Fran in to see me.  Fran was not quite
three.  She was the sweetest, most delightful little creature, and as she
showed me her little cloth doll I couldn't help smiling just a little as I
lay on my side, limp.

   Then for some reason I felt a hunger.  Fran was not one of the cum kids;
she was just an ordinary three-year-old.  But my attention zoomed onto her
little pussy as she sat by me cross-legged.  I didn't want to penetrate it,
but I needed it.  I lifted the little girl up, rolled onto my back, and
maneuvered her tiny pussy in front of my face.  I sniffed her sweetness. 
Then I started licking her pussy lips.  Fran squirmed and fussed just a
little.  What the hell was I doing?  Forcing myself on the sweetest little
girl I knew?  But I was a fucker first, and although this was not literal
fucking, it was the same side of me coming to the fore.  Sue, bless her
heart, didn't object; Sue did her motherly best and more to comfort little
Fran.  And as I held the little girl's bun cheeks, pressing her crotch
towards my face, my cock slowly started to rise.  I kept licking away at
little Fran, now probing inside her pussy lips, and I became rock hard.

   I took my head away long enough to tell Sue, "Have them all impale
themselves." Sue smiled and disappeared.  Fran now looked calm, if
perplexed.  I speculated that the sensations from between her legs were new
to her, and that they weren't at all unpleasant.  I licked little Fran
gently and patiently.  I wondered how I could get enough of the little
girl.

   I felt someone on the bed, fingers on my cock, and then one hot pussy
pressed downward until it bottomed out, pubic hair against pubic hair, my
tip up inside her deep, right where it belonged.  I saw nothing but Fran's
lovely little stomach, legs, and pussy lips.  I heard a sigh, and felt the
cunt move up and down a couple times before leaving my cock alone once
again.  Within thirty seconds another engulfed me, and I heard sighs when
that one swallowed me to the hilt.  A few little strokes, then that pussy
disappeared.  Seconds later, another one took its place.  My cock was
engulfed, squeezed, and massaged by one cunt after another.  In the parade
of pussies, I recognized Tina's and Molly's.  I had never thought before
about identifying girls that way, but it was possible.

   An idea came to me as to why I was licking Fran as if my life depended
on it.  Fran was the very antithesis of death.  Her pussy was too young for
my cock, and would be for some time, but the potential was there and I
needed to possess it.  The smelling and licking was the right way to
commune with this little pussy, and in a way it was more intimate than
intercourse.  In the present, her inner girl parts glistened, including her
little clit, and I poked my tongue gently against her tiny vaginal opening.
And also in the present, the assembled pussies of our little troop
satisfied my desire, fully taking in my cock in a way that little Fran
could not.

   Sue didn't impale herself -- Sue was the one mature female who didn't
need any such treatment.  After dozens of pussies had impaled themselves, a
lull indicated that everyone had taken a turn.  My cock was hard and in
need of relief.  It had been deliciously teased, but now it demanded
release.  I lifted little Fran enough off my face to look at Sue, waiting
patiently and lovingly beside me.

   "Now I want to fuck you for real!" I said.  "I have a big load of cum
for you!"

   Sue looked pleased at the offer.

   She leaned over Fran's knee and whispered, "If you want to, I would love
it, but -- what would you think of pumping that load of sperm into Linda?
She's in heat.  Very much in heat," Sue said suggestively.

   Oh, Linda.  She was one of Sue's daughters.  She had been in heat just
once so far, and hadn't caught.  She had had an orgasm the very first time
I entered her, a few years before, and had had two during out first
breeding attempt.  Yes, Linda would do very nicely.

   I gave little Fran's pussy one more kiss, then sat up and hugged the
whole child.  "Thank you, my love, you have been a very important girl and
done a very important job!" I said with complete sincerity.  Fran blushed
and beamed.  I tentatively offered her a kiss on the lips, and she eagerly
accepted.  "You can go if you want," and when Sue reminded her of her
favorite playmate she did hop off, pausing to adjust her glowing but
bewildered pussy.  I made a point over the next few months of paying a lot
of attention to Fran, loving her in all the ways she craved -- which were
not sexual.

   Then Linda came in, flushed with excitement, and lay on the bed ready to
be taken.  Her pussy was oozing the light nectar of the fertile girl on her
fertile day.  As I eased my tip into her, I knew I could not last long.  I
had more than a day's worth of cum.  I grabbed her behind the buttocks and
flashed in and out hard, fast and deep, over and over.  She started to wail
instantly, and her pussy clenched.  The first of my globs was so big and
shot so fast that it stung a little as it rocketed down my tube into my
girl.  Breeding a beauty with a hot, tight cunt, a beauty wailing with
orgasm -- that was transcendent pleasure.  The second glob joined the
first, up high in hot Linda, and then a third and fourth and fifth went
rocketing in.

   We were both breathing like we had just been sprinting, and as we came
down from our highs I looked at her.  We had just both had magnificent
orgasms with similar sensations.  Somehow we were especially attuned in
afterglow.

   Down below we were not similar at all.  My cock was still rock-hard
inside the girl, while her pussy still clenched me.  My part of the
reproduction was done, while hers was just beginning.

   Sue had been watching and was playing with herself a little.

   With a final kiss to Linda, I slid out, a flood of my seed wetting the
sheet.  I manhandled Sue onto her back and spread her legs, her smile
telling me she liked the manhandling.  With a growl I lunged up inside her
pussy and banged away hard.  I could tell she had a gentle, mild orgasm as
I came again.  I had very little cum for her, but she didn't need cum at
the moment.  She needed love and reassurance, and I gave her that.  Linda
looked a touch wistful, off to the side of the bed.  When Sue noticed, she
motioned her to come up and join us, and I fell asleep with my pregnant
wife snuggled against me on one side, and my nubile daughter on the other,
not yet technically pregnant, but with all the processes of creation
unleashed within.  The sperm were on their way, the egg was eager to engulf
one of them, and the uterus was eager to welcome the little embryo within..

   The next morning all was back to normal.  My hard and eager prick
soothed and rejuvenated my dozens of daughters, and occasionally my balls
emptied out into a grateful girl.



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

   Ava was the first of the cum kids.  After shoving gobs of it up inside
herself month after month, her pussy had enlarged at a very early age and
she had been taking my cock and my sperm for years.

   Ava never lost her taste for cum in her pussy, but she never actively
needed it to stay healthy.  As she hit puberty, she needed a cock insertion
like all the other girls.

   Ava had her first period when she was twelve.  It was the only period
she had for some time, because I fucked a baby into her on the first try.

   To everyone's great disappointment, her baby was also a girl.  Another
experiment aimed at producing boys had failed.  We returned our attention
to our other increasingly outlandish experiments.  I saved my urine, and
Nancy washed her entire crotch area with it thoroughly, then spread it
under her upper lip before -- blech!  -- drinking a little.  It was her
idea, not mine!  Sue, bless her heart, was following me around collecting
my cum as it fell from girls' pussies, painting her upper lips with it and
swallowing some.  Sue, of course was a different kind of animal, an earth
girl, and she herself was driven to be a constant guinea pig, trying
anything we could think of to produce a boy.



   Tina was acting as midwife as Ava lay before her, grunting and sweating.
A second birth usually went more quickly, but it was still hard work and
still painful.  Transition was still especially difficult.  Ava screamed
and cried, before finding words.

   "I can't stand it!  I really can't stand it!"

   "Yes you can, dear, yes you can.  You're doing great.  Just a few more
minutes."

   "Oh, fuck you!" screamed Ava.  Tina didn't take it personally.  A woman
at the height of labor could say absolutely anything she wanted, and no one
would hold it against her.

   As promised, transition ended and Ava began pushing.  After half an
hour, the baby's head crowned.

   "Don't push quite so hard, if you can," Tina said.

   In fact, Ava gave a giant push, not a gentle one, and the little girl
shot out.  Tina had to react quickly to catch her.

   After clamping the cord, Tina gave the baby a good look.  To that point
only poor Ethyl had emerged with a problem -- deformed fingers.  Then
Tina's heart sank.  Something was wrong between the girl's legs.  Some
extra flap of skin.  She looked again, and then again, then her heart
stopped.  She had seen it in the pictures.  A little tube above a tiny
sack.

   This girl was a boy.

   Tina shrieked.  "It's a boy!" she yelled, "It's a boy!" Big feet and
little feet converged on the birthing room from all sides.

   I had been in the middle of fucking Robin, who was one of Sue's, though
I had to admit I had lost track of just what number in the birth order she
was.  She had a hot cunt, she was begging for my sperm, and I was working
up to giving it to her.  Any commotion generally made me lose my
concentration and annoyed me, but when I heard "A boy!  A boy!" everything
else was forgotten.

   Sue got to the door of the birthing room before me, but seeing me coming
she waited.  The two of us approached the birthing bed together, our
daughters and grand-daughters making way for us.  We were the only two
people who had ever seen a boy.  Tina started to hand me the little thing,
but I quick motioned her to give it to Sue first.  There, between its legs,
were the perfect parts of a little boy.  My son, my grandson, and my
great-grandson, all one person.

   The cloud that had hovered over our little band lifted.  It was possible
for us to make a boy.  Our experiment of letting little Ava be a cum kid
had paid off.  The only known roadblock to our success on Eden had just
been lifted.

   It was Ava's right to name him, but she gave the honor to me -- sort of.
She didn't like the first two I suggested.  "Nate, Jr." was a bit
egocentric.  "Avanate", mother and father's names together, was a little
two cutesy and not an established earth name.  We finally settled on
"Stan". It had "Nate" backwards, kind of, and it had a big "S" for Sue. 
There was an "A" for Ava too -- and an "N" for Nancy and a "T" for Tina,
but we all agreed that in that level of symbolism lay madness.  We had
considered surnames, but it seemed pointless at present.  Sue had taken my
name when we got married, and according to earth custom everyone on the
planet would simply have my last name.

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

   All the girls were eager to see Stan's cock and play with it as much as
Ava would allow.

   What a funny little thing!  They snickered with delight when it let
loose a stream of pee, drenching whatever girl was investigating him at the
time.  Stan was a fussy baby, but along with all the ordinary tricks to
calm a girl, there was one other.  He usually calmed down if Ava or some
other girl massaged his cock with her fingers.  Sucking his dick worked
even better.  It seemed like he had an erection half the time.  All the
girls loved to hold him, play with him, and watch him grow.

   When he could crawl, one of Stan's favorite activities was crawling to
the nearest girl and gently touching her between the legs, which the girls
found funny.

   As he got a bit older, he got an erection when he did this.

   Just after he was three, little naked Stan approached little naked Ruby,
age four.  He reached for her pussy, and Ruby lay back a bit and giggled as
he did.  Then he did something he had never done before.  He climbed onto
her and tried to line up his pelvis on top of hers.

   "What are you doing, little guy?" asked Ruby.

   "I wanna put it in!" Stan said.

   "Put it in?"

   "Yeah, inside."

   "Hey Ava," Ruby called out with some surprise, and Stan's mother
appeared.  "He wants to put it in me!" She was gently holding Stan away,
not wanting to reject him but not at all ready for anything in her pussy.

   "Why do you want to put it in, Stan?" Ava asked.

   "I wanna put it in!"

   Sue and I were called in and the situation explained.

   "Hmmm," said Sue.  "Eden is a sex-positive planet."

   I smiled.  "Isn't that just what we're hoping he'll do?  Why not start
now?" The others laughed.



   We all fetched Carla, aged five and one of the cum kids.  She had been
receiving me up her pussy for a year now.  When we all explained what Stan
seemed to want, she giggled, but shrugged her shoulders, lay back, and
spread her legs.  Stan crawled onto her just as eagerly as onto Ruby, and
Carla helped him align himself.  His dick was small, but it was hard, and
it fit up inside.  Carla giggled as he began a little fucking motion.  She
thought it was cool, and he kept up his little fuck for ten minutes before
losing interest.  But he sought her out and fucked her again later that
day. That time he finished with a little "Ooooo" and a big grin as he had
his first dry orgasm.

   When the other little girls saw what Stan and Carla were doing, some
thought they would like to try it too.  We grown-ups shrugged; it was a
pro-fucking planet.  As a cum kid, Carla's pussy was already big and easily
lubricated.  The other girls had small, sleeping pussies, so we grown-ups
offered them wheat oil.

   So Stan fucked some of the ordinary little girls too.  His little dick
fit easily into their little pussies.  Occasionally a little one squawked
when he tore her hymen, but the discomfort was soon forgotten.

   Stan wanted to conquer every female on the planet.  Noting that Ava's
early sexual activity had enabled her to conceive this precious boy, we
decided to let him go wild.  Most of the girls needed no convincing, and
the others all warmed to it.  We did draw a line, though.  He had to keep
his paws off girls until they were toilet trained.

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

   Stan's cock was watched with more interest than any boy's cock in human
history.  We all noted how it enlarged little by little, both in its floppy
state but also its hard one.

   As his cock grew, he stopped fucking the little girls where it no longer
fit so easily, and his desire for them waned as well.

   We watched him shoot up in height and start getting pimply, and watched
his balls grow.

   A common sight in Stan's world was me penetrating a girl as far as I
could and her relaxing.  He wanted to do that too.  In fact, it was the
most immediate vital role we needed him to fill as our population expanded.

   But things did not initially go as expected.  After he had lodged his
cock deep within one of his sisters, the sister reported a little tingle of
something, but it was more longing than relief.  She was more eager than
usual to get me to shaft her with my mature organ.

   It got to the point that big girls wouldn't let Stan screw them unless I
was at hand to finish the job off and give them relief.

   Stan started ejaculating a little fluid when he was fourteen, and as
soon as he did we let him try impregnating girls, but he had no early
success.  However, at that age the girls he filled with his cock reported
that they now felt that same relief they felt from me.  The girls confided
to me in private that it still wasn't quite as rich as what they felt from
my intrusions, but it was OK.  They could now go months at a time without
needing my cock if they could have his.

   This opened up a new possibility for our community.  Previously, the
women could explore, but every night or at most two they had to come back
to the base camp to get their pussy filled.

   Now an exploring band could head off for days at a time if Stan was with
them.  My enterprising daughters set up temporary camps as far as thirty
miles from our base.  We made an actual permanent settlement at a spot
where we found good supplies of ore for copper and iron, and we began
fashioning our own metal tools.

   More boys were born.  They were very rare, and were only born to cum
kids.  Among Ava's first fifteen children, Stan had only one brother.

   Stan had been frustrated at first when his penile penetrations did not
satisfy the girls but made them want me more than ever.  He was very proud
when he could finally satisfy them himself.

   However, he could still not father children, and could not for many
years.  He could satisfy the daily needs of all the girls at the mining
camp, but when it was time for them to conceive their next baby, they
always rotated back to the main camp so I could impregnate them.

   It was only when he was 28 that Stan fathered his first child, and from
then on he was my equal in terms of sexual performance.

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

   One hundred years after I first wriggled free of the landing craft, the
population of Eden was in the tens of thousands and was spreading rapidly
over the continent.

   Metallurgy had fueled technological development.  There was earth-moving
equipment powered by fuel cells, allowing more mining and the construction
of roads.  Ocean-going ships were being produced by the dozens, powered by
sail and fuel cells.  The invention of small scouting airplanes had allowed
a dramatic increase in exploration.  Ocean-going ships carried airplanes
and earth-moving equipment, among a great many other supplies. 
Construction of an airstrip was part of creating a coastal outpost, and the
airplane could then survey vast amounts of land.  Eden was a bit smaller
than earth, but exploration had discovered that it had more habitable land.
The ships also carried one other vital supply -- a man.  Two, actually, in
case something happened to one of them.

   In the early days Sue and I were the heads of the family and we simply
made all the decisions.  As time went on and matters became more complex,
we came to rely heavily on the geniuses Nancy and Molly.  Then, with land
freely available and with enough people to use it in earnest, there was a
strong tendency to just spread out and worry about living together
harmoniously later.  But Nancy in particular took the lead role in holding
us all together under a representative democracy.

   When the reproductive patterns stabilized, it turned out that Eden made
about one male for every fifteen females.  Molly's research discovered that
this was an excellent ratio to minimize conflict.  Men were simply not
motivated at a gut level to accumulate more than fifteen wives.  Of course,
women also tended to be much less competitive than men.

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

   I felt the weight of someone sitting down on the edge of the bed. 
Looking up I saw it was my dear Betsy in her pink gown, the prominent bulge
of her pregnant belly visible beneath.

   "Good morning, daddy."

   "Good morning, sweet pea."

   "There's a treat for you this morning," she said with a grin.

   I knew what that probably meant.  "Hannah?" I asked.

   She nodded.  "Fourteen days, and the mucus is stringy."

   I grinned, my cock rising.  I was going to make my first try at
impregnating Hannah.  After all these years, I still found the prospect
exciting.

   After morning clean-up and a light meal, I went into the room where
Hannah and a half dozen other girls slept.  The girls were happier sleeping
in a pile where they could hug each other at night.  They were now all
lounging on the giant common bed, waiting for me.  My cock was already very
hard, harder than usual this morning with the prospect of giving Hannah a
baby.

   Hannah dipped her finger inside her pussy and reached out her hand to me
so I could smell the secretions that heralded her fertility.

   "Not yet," I said.  "I don't want to put my sperm in the wrong girl."

   She saw the sense of that.

   Deirdre had one breast hanging out of her nightshirt, the other still
covered.  She fixed me with a significant smile.  She was kneeling on the
bed with her legs apart, slowly lifting her shirt up to show more and more
of her inner thighs.  I smiled my appreciation of her efforts, but she
could wait.

   Tammy lay on her back with her legs spread, one hand moving rhythmically
between her pussy lips and the other grasping her left breast, the thumb
making circles over the nipple.  She probably needed another minute or two
to get wet.

   Mary was one of my favorites, and she was looking very demure at the
moment, legs folded beneath her, feet sticking out to the side, her pelvis
rocking almost imperceptibly.  She did not stick out her chest to present
her small breasts as advertisement -- they were just there, and I found
them all the more alluring for that.  I would start with her.

   As I approached, the other girls made room for her to lie back and
spread her legs wide, revealing a glistening pussy.  She held it open as I
lowered myself onto her and pressed in, a little at a time.  When I could
press in no further, her face relaxed and her eyes closed.  That was the
familiar moment that recharged and rejuvenated her, the moment my cock was
in to the hilt.  I pulled out a little, then pressed back in four times,
then withdrew.  She didn't have an orgasm -- I didn't have time to give one
to every girl, and she had come the day before.  But four times to the hilt
gave her plenty of satisfaction.  As I pulled out she opened her eyes,
smiled, and squeezed my hand.  I gave her a brief kiss.

   "I love you, daddy," she said.

   Now it was time for Deirdre.  "Like a bunny, Deirdre?" I asked.  Deirdre
grinned.  Some of the girls didn't get much out of the bunny style, but
Deirdre loved it, and I liked variety.  She also had a deep pussy, and I
could press in all the way without hitting the end, which I liked.  The
nightshirt came off, her butt came up, and I walked towards her on my
knees, my cock jiggling up and down.  I first rubbed my hands all over the
sexy globes of her rear end.  I held her pussy open myself, loving the look
of the lips spreading to reveal the wetness within.  I drove in smoothly in
one stroke, all the way.

   "Mmmmmm," she moaned as I reached the hilt and stayed still a moment.

   I leaned over her back and reached around to cup her breasts as they
hung down, trapping each nipple between my index and middle finger.

   I slid in and out of her tunnel, sensing her pleasure each time I had
filled her completely.

   "If you give me a minute, I'll come, Daddy!  I'm close!" I had a minute
to spare, so I surged in and out of my luscious Deirdre, stopping to think
of other things now and then so I didn't get too excited.  But she got
plenty excited.  I stroked insistently and dug my fingernails into her
butt. Then she let out an, "Ohhh!!!" As her cunt squeezed me rhythmically,
I quickly tried solving 8 times 17 in my head.  I stayed deep a minute or
so to let her enjoy afterglow with a full pussy.

   Then I withdrew my wet cock.  I was pretty excited and needed to reserve
my sperm for Hannah, so I picked a somewhat less thrilling option.  Betsy
needed my cock like the others, but her large belly somehow reminded my
innards that no further sperm could be of use at the moment.  She too I did
from the rear, since it was the best way to keep her pregnant stomach out
of the way.

   "You're so great, dad," she said, as my cock locked into its deepest
spot within.  It was fun to push in that extra half inch with her, nudging
the tip of my cock over the swollen cervix which made the very end of her
pussy narrower.  Girls who had given birth had looser pussies, there was no
way around it, and this little tightness at the end was exciting.  I locked
into her a half dozen times before sliding out.

   I was glowing with pleasure to see the mass of my nubile daughters
looking on with approval as I shoved myself to the hilt in each of them.

   "Where's Ursula?" I asked.

   Betsy was glowing from my attentions, but said, "She's coming into heat
too, so we thought you should do her later."

   "Good thinking."

   Ursula was thirteen and had already had four periods.  Hannah had just
finished her first a few days before, so it would be my first attempt to
make a baby with her.

   Ursula still needed to feel my cock lodged in her to stay healthy.  My
body senses a girl's fertility somehow, and sometimes I come in a girl in
heat or nearly in heat even when I don't mean to.  I would do Ursula as the
first one of my second bunch.  I wouldn't come by accident when I had just
come an hour before, but when I was primed to unload a night's worth of
semen, it would have been more risky.

   Tammy was the last girl before Hannah.  She annoyed me from time to
time, though fortunately that interfered not in the least with my desire to
lodge my cock inside her.  For variety I arranged us lying on our sides
face to face.  When I slid in to the hilt, Tammy let out an excited, "Oh,
fuck!" Four more times I possessed her to the hilt, and by the fourth she
was simply breathing hard instead of saying anything.  Tammy annoyed me,
but she was my daughter and I loved her, so I made an extra point of
kissing her gently a few times before I disengaged, which made her smile
bashfully.

   Now the only girl on the bed who had not gotten her morning intrusion of
cock was Hannah.

   She arranged herself in missionary position.  She had a perfect figure,
not too skinny and not too fat.  For a year I had been shoving into her
every day, and had come there a couple times, but this was the first time
we were trying to use the cum for its primal purpose.

   A stir of excitement went through the other girls.  They loved to watch
when I came, and it was especially wonderful when they knew that the stuff
that rocketed through my swollen cock shaft was trying to knock one of them
up.

   "Take some of her juices for the last minute," I told Betsy.  She took a
dollop of Hannah's copious secretions on her fingers.  I approached the
fertile girl.  My cock had been in four pussies already, and was itching to
deliver its load, but a little more patience was required.

   "Do you want to get pregnant, Hannah?" I asked.

   "Yes, daddy," she said, with excitement.

   The other girls giggled at my question.  Of course she wanted to get
pregnant.  They all wanted to get pregnant as often as they could.

   "Are you sure?"

   "Oh, yes, please, daddy, I'm ready, do it to me!"

   I lowered myself partway and opened her lips myself to slide into her
well-lubricated cunt.  At this time of month, it was just a touch velvety
to increase my pleasure, to try to get me to give it sperm.  I could have
come the first time I heaved in to the hilt, but I held back.  There was
more fucking to be done.

   I started in and out at a leisurely pace.  Each time I hit the end
Hannah got that little surge of the happiness all the other girls had been
getting.  I began pounding harder.  Tammy leaned over and whispered
something into Hannah's ear, and because she squirmed and smiled I knew it
must have been something exciting.

   I could tell when she was getting close to orgasm.  It would be intense
and last a good long while, because her hormones were begging her for sex,
my cock was harder and my pleasure greater than usual, and we both knew she
was probably going to get pregnant.

   We were both right on the edge, my balls and cock and innards all on
fire to fulfill their masculine destiny.

   "Fuck a baby into her cunt," said Mary urgently but softly, with an
impish grin, and the unexpected words from the demure little thing were
electrifying.

   Betsy sensed the moment too and put her finger with Hannah's juices
right under my nose.  Hannah shouted and her pussy clenched, and I at last
let my body go, and just as my tip reached the inmost point of Hannah's
cunt I rocketed a mass of silvery cum up into her.  When I pulled back and
strained in as far as I could another shot surged out, then a third and a
fourth.  Hannah kept crying out incoherently.

   Everyone sighed with pleasure, and as Hannah's orgasm finally ended, I
let myself down on her, staying far up inside.  She hugged me tight and
seemed to relish that she had to strain a little to breathe beneath my
weight.

   The girls got up one by one to head to their morning activities as
Hannah and I stayed locked in our embrace.  My cock plugged her pussy to
keep as much sperm up in her as I could, giving every sperm cell the best
chance it could of swimming up inside her to start a baby.

   At last I rolled off, a flood of sexual nectar spilling forth.  Cum kid
Laura had padded in shortly after I came, and she was right there, to catch
as much of the oozing mess as she could and shove it up her pussy.  Her
coos, sighs, and gasps were a pleasant addition to afterglow.

   With a little luck, I had bred Hannah.

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

   Celebrations were held all over the planet in honor of the year 200.  It
was also Sue's and my wedding anniversary.

   Sue had decided to take a break from having babies when she was 100, but
we noticed that she started aging, and the computer confirmed it.  She
would not get sick and die from an empty uterus as the native-born would,
but she would grow older.  She was happy to go back to having babies.  Now
she's as sleek as any 27-year-old, and her uterus is strong, her pussy wet
and welcoming.  She keeps popping the babies out.

   As for me, time has further honed me to my purpose.  My organ is thick
and long, suitable for entering the deepest pussies.  I produce perhaps a
quarter cup of semen a day, and typically shoot it up a dozen cunts.  If
anything, the intensity of pleasure from my orgasms has increased as the
years have gone by.

   We were all worried from the beginning about our exponential growth. 
What would happen after we filled the planet?  Would we exhaust the
resources and kill it, far faster than humans had killed earth?  Or would
some sort of draconian regime call for forced infanticide?  Horrible as
that would be, the alternative of letting girls die at some later age from
not having enough babies would be worse.

   The first hint of a solution came from the mining disaster in the year
116.  Twelve women died, and eight were rescued after two days trapped
underground.  Those eight women all recovered fully, and resumed their
normal lives, suffering occasional nightmares.  Like all women, they got
their daily dose of a cock to fill them up, and they got carefully spermed
on their fertile days.  They all went two and then three years without
conceiving, and everyone was worried.  But while they did not conceive,
they did not get sick either.

   Twenty-seven women and two teenage boys set out on the arctic expedition
of 127.  Everything went according to plan, but it was a grueling trip.  On
their return, the twenty-seven women all led healthy lives -- except that
they, too, no longer conceived.

   When the initial base camp on the beach grew into a real town,
conditions got a bit congested.  The girls stopped getting pregnant.  The
one exception was Sue.

   It appeared that women stopped conceiving when conditions became
stressful.  A beautiful environment that begged for more inhabitants made
the women fertile.  When conditions got crowded or provoked anxiety, they
stopped conceiving.  They didn't feel the need for a man to inject them
with semen.  If he did, they never conceived, and if he didn't, they
remained healthy.  There was a parallel psychological effect.  Earth women
often experienced a baby hunger, an intense desire for a child.  Under
stressful or crowded circumstances, the women of Eden didn't want children.

   The population regulates itself.  So far the women's internal sense of
"too crowded" is sustainable.  Women in pleasant little villages slow down
their childrearing rate if all the land nearby is occupied.

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

   Sue and I celebrated our 200th wedding anniversary privately, in the big
grove at the edge of the sea -- now preserved as a historic park.

   We got punchy and started reminiscing.

   "You would think memories would fade with time, but I remember those
first years more vividly than any of the others."

   "Oh, me too!" I said.  "Desperately hoping that moldy corpse would turn
into a girl.  Pissing gallons of water.  The first time you took my hand."

   "That lovely engagement ring.  Our wedding night -- it was so special!
It felt so good, right?  I think it did."

   "Giggling as we watched the bunnies humping away.  You remember the
first time we discovered what a delicacy roasted bunny balls were?"

   "Yes!  And little Sabrina..." We were both quiet for a bit.  Then Sue
continued, "It was so sad.  But before she died, she lived!  She lived for
thirteen magnificent years!"

   "Yes!  Remember the time she had been running all morning and fell
asleep in the grass, and when we found her there were a dozen bunnies
licking the salt off of her?"

   "And I'll never forget when Tina snuggled against me.  I thought she was
dying, and then she jumped up!"

   "I remember fucking her, and how good it felt."

   "You were saving her life, remember?"

   "Yeah, but what I remember was how luscious it felt."

   "After Molly and Nancy seduced you, I wanted to chain you up."

   "What?"

   "So you could only fuck the girls I brought to you, the ones I wanted
you to fuck, when I wanted you to fuck them."

   "You never told me that before."

   "Yes, I did, you just forgot."

   "Oh." We gazed out over the ocean as the big red sun set.  "You know,
fucking has solved lots of problems for us.  Can you think of one time when
fucking fucked things up here, so to speak?"

   "No, I can't.  Speaking of which..." Sue dipped her fingers into her
pussy and brought them under my nose to sniff.  She had the unmistakable
odor of a girl in heat.

   "Oh..." I said.  We smiled at each other.  Our lips touched, tenderly.
Hands massaged as we explored the other's tight young body.  And within a
few minutes I slid into my Sue again.  We fucked in leisurely fashion for
half an hour before I sped up, she followed my rhythm, I ejaculated and she
clenched.  And I impregnated my dear Sue once more.

   In terms of the famous earth story of Eden, Sue and I are a real Adam
and Eve, never kicked out of paradise.

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   I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed.  Comments to
sterling27@live.com.  

 		 	   		  
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