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Author: Sterling
Title: Sniffing for Girls in Season
Summary: On an island in medieval times there is only one male.
He cheerfully travels the land impregnating all who want babies.
He can smell when they are in season and focuses his attentions
accordingly. As those duties permit, he also fulfills the animal
desires of all the women.
Keywords: MF Mf Mg cons rom pedo het ESP exhib

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
First posted 12/28/2009, new header added 8/26/2010.
 
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Sniffing For Girls In Season

The man's horse walked at a leisurely pace along the road.  News
of his travels preceded him, and a few women and girls stood
ready to greet him as he passed.

He smelled the odor as he came to a homestead.  He dismounted and
sauntered to the cottage and rapped on the door.

"Good day to thee.  Prithee open."

He heard a commotion within and soon an older woman opened the
door.

"Heavens, sire!  What an honor!"

The man strode over to the younger woman.  "Aye miss, up with thy
skirts."

Both women looked suddenly very excited, and the younger quickly
raised her skirts to reveal her nakedness beneath; none in this
land wore undergarments.  The man bent down to place his nose
right at her pubic hair, and cupped her sex for good measure. 
She was ready to be bred.  A little splat of sperm up her cunt
within the next day would do the job.  He rose and smiled at her.
 She was passing fair.

"What be thy moniker, fair woman?"

"Anne."

"Anne, very good.  Yea Anne, it is thy time.  Follow me to the
village as thou art able, but do not tarry long."

The two women were beaming with excitement, "Oh yes, sire!  Bless
you sire!"  Anne would have a chance to bear a child!  He rode
on.

None of the womenfolk could smell this odor of heat.  They might
know it was a week since their period stopped and hope they were
ripe for impregnation, but only he could really tell.

A small woman in the prime of life saw him coming and standing at
the edge of the road raised her skirts and spread her legs as he
approached.  If there was any chance she was ripe for mating she
wanted to give him every chance to smell it.  He found her sexy
enough, but did not need to stop the horse to know she did not
have the smell.  She let her skirts drop with resignation as he
passed.  Thirty years of age and she had never been in season
when he passed through.  She might never have a child.

A mile on down two youngish girls were waiting by the roadside,
perhaps 12 and 15.  They looked nervous.  The man rode up and
dismounted, smiling.

"Good day to you, lasses.  What be your names?"

"I am called Melody, and this be Jill," said the older in a
trembling voice.

"And why wait you out here, pray tell?"

"Well, sire, you come not so often."

He decided to play with them a bit.  "And do you just want to see
me?"

"Ummm... well," said the older, looking down uncertainly.

"Would ye fancy getting goodly fucked?"

The older looked nervous but excited and nodded just a little.

"First, what have we here with young Jill?" he asked.  He pulled
her to him and pressed his hands against her flat chest.  "Not
much yet for a wee one to drink, aye?" he joked.  He then lifted
her and quickly twisted her so she was upside down.  Her dress
fell away revealing her naked girl parts as she spluttered and
kicked a bit.  Jill's twat was hairless.  He made an exaggerated
sniff between her legs, then set her down upright.

"Not ripe yet, Jill my lass.  When next I pass this way I'll be
sniffing ye again and mayhap will give ye a good fucking, but not
this year."  Still off kilter from being flipped about, Jill
nodded uncertainly.

"But Melody, my love."  Her drew her to him and brought her face
up to his and kissed her tenderly.  She felt faint with the
excitement and blushed as he drew away.  "Let me have a little
sniff of thy cunt, just to be sure."

Melody quickly raised her dress.  The man knelt and took a long
whiff.  She was not quite yet ready for a fertile mating, yet her
smell was in its way even sweeter with the promise than were she
ripe for baby-fucking.  She smelled so heavenly he gently parted
her labia with a hand and gave three expert licks, each ending
right at her nubbin.  Melody gasped.

He rose and spoke.  "Be in the village on the morrow and I will
sniff ye again.  Methinks ye be ready for fucking tomorrow, yet
not quite yet."  He paused, and gazing at her said slowly, "It
would be much to my fancy."

As he mounted his horse once more Melody and Jill jumped up and
down and hugged, and as he rode off they raced off to a cottage.
"Momma, momma!  He's going to fuck me a baby! He's going to fuck
me a baby, tomorrow!"

Willa was tending her vegetables by the road as he passed.  She
looked up as he approached, and he beckoned her over.  Her smell
was so plain and clear he needed no extra sniffing.  She was no
great beauty, so he wasn't moved to playfulness.  "Follow me into
the village, and I will give thee a babe."  Willa smiled and
hugged herself, then curtseyed and hurried down the lane to her
cottage to prepare.

-------------------
Life had not always been this way.

The great wizard Sklararun!adzmurghk (Urghk for short) was
hundreds of years old and lived on his fair island of Guctus,
meditating and considering matters unknowable to ordinary men. 
Had they known they would have been bored.

His power was reputed to be immense.  But nations rose and fell
in bloody war; pestilence and famine ravaged the lands.  He did
not intervene.  Some said his power had waned; wiser heads said
he could have changed outcomes, but all actions have consequences
and there was a larger Pattern he dared not disturb.

Then news reached him that piqued his interest.  The Ruling
Lasses Guild had seized power on Huffygynos, a fair-sized island
off the southern continent.  "Males are the root of all evil.  If
they could be dispensed with paradise would be upon us.  We are
looking for ways it can be arranged."  That was the core message.
 Intrigued that women with such an idea had political power
interested Urghk, so he set sail for their shores.

He met with the three Guardians of the Realm, then the eight
other members of the Protectorate, then even managed to see all
eleven separately.  They were all serious.  Completely serious. 
They were not much inclined to entertain criticism of their plan
from anyone.  An exalted wizard merited no special consideration,
especially since he was a male.

Now, although most people assumed him to be far past such things,
Urghk had in recent years dabbled covertly in reproduction.  He
had done this by traveling among a people unseen and at the right
moment seducing a young woman, in the guise of a handsome and
mysterious stranger.  (The "mysterious" part came naturally; the
"handsome" part required some substantial charms of illusion.) 
In such fashion he begat four children.  All grew up with no
knowledge of their father.  Two were ordinary men of no
particular account.  One was a girl of great promise whom he had
taken to his isle to educate.  She would be nearly his equal some
day after another 70 years of education.

The fourth was a young man who was destined to share his sister
and father's extraordinary longevity but who was missing their
power, mostly.  The wizard felt a connection to him he did not
fully understand.  He was something of a hedonist, but maybe
there was something more too.  There was some role he was
destined to play in advancing the cause of universal truth, but
he couldn't figure out what it was.

For some days after his audience with the Guardians and
Protectors, Urghk rocked gently on the waves in his boat off the
shores of Huffygynos.  The solution came to him in a flash.  He
giggled nearly nonstop for two days.

As soon as Urghk returned to his native Guctus, all the men on
Huffygynos developed the Leaving Compulsion.  They sailed off in
caravels and galleons and sloops and dinghies -- anything they
could find or make.  As soon as a boy was old enough to walk, he
would walk to the docks and wait for the next ship.  One way or
the other, they all left the island, never to return.  In
desperation the Guardians had some males imprisoned, but these
captives sickened and started dying.  The Guardians reluctantly
released them and their health started returning the moment they
could start walking to the docks.

From the very beginning of the Leaving Compulsion no man of
Huffygynos would consider sharing any of his semen with a woman,
with the inevitable consequences.  Only a few babyless years were
required to sweep the Ruling Lasses Guild from power.  Yet it was
hard for succeeding governments to know what to do.  Any males
who arrived at Huffygynos immediately developed the Leaving
Compulsion.  Most of the females had what one might call the
Staying Compulsion; they couldn't abandon their island. 
Huffygynos was an island adrift.

Five years to the day after the last baby had been born, a
solitary man sailed his craft up onto a beach.  He had no desire
to leave.  He had what was soon dubbed the Coming Compulsion. 
Soon he was treasured, adored, and even worshiped.  As he
traveled the land eagerly doing his best to satisfy the
reproductive desires of an entire island of women, a few other
interesting facts came to light.

One small item that had not helped the political fortunes of the
Ruling Lasses Guild was that since the start of the Leaving
Compulsion, no woman had been able to have an orgasm.  Now they
discovered that when this new wondrous man's organ was inside a
women she often came -- it magically unlocked something.

As the man traveled across the land giving his compulsion free
reign, it also quickly became clear that he had an unusual sense
of smell that could determine precisely when a woman was fertile.

It took nine months after the man's arrival for a most
significant aspect of the new order to start becoming clear: 
Women on Huffygynos bore only daughters, never sons.


Urghk only smiled and shrugged when asked if he had had a role in
the developments on Huffygynos.


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

When the man reached the village his nose took him straight to a
hut with the door already open.  The family consisted of a mother
Yvette and her two daughters Nell, perhaps 20, and Abby, age
four.  At the mother's urging Abby scooted out and returned
shortly with her aunt Rae.

The man thrilled Nell by asking her to come to him and lift her
skirts so he could smell her cunt within.  He could tell that she
was ripe but would not remain so for long.  It was time for an
immediate fuck.  Nell recalled that he had fun-fucked her on his
last visit two years before, but she thrilled when she realized
that this fuck was to be in earnest.

The man had taken a roundabout route to the village, sniffing
along the lanes as he went, so by the time he got to Yvette's hut
Willa and Anne had arrived afoot.  The man quickly directed that
Willa would wait outside the hut, while Anne would be given the
honor of witnessing the fucking within.

"Pull thy dress up, lass," he said to Nell.  "And set free thy
hair."  He pushed Nell gently back on the bed, and her educated
guess that he wanted her to spread her legs wide was correct.  He
threw off his robe.  Eager for Nell's cunt, his organ of fucking
rapidly finished rising to its long and straight condition.  The
grown women in the room all felt a small warm thrill between
their legs at the sight of it.

Nell's condition meant there was a fair amount of her heavenly
clear butter inside her ready to ease his intrusion.  To make the
start of the fuck easier he stuck his finger within and pulled
out some of the luscious fluid to paint lavishly across her cunt
lips.  He paused a moment to stroke her nubbin, causing Nell to
moan and wiggle.  With no further ado he lowered his loins to
hers and touched the tip of his fucking organ against her cunt
lips, then surged within.  Nell's cunt walls parted easily to
accommodate the intrusion.

Her face beamed at him with reverence as he started fucking away.

"Thy dress be up to show thy cunt plain and free, but I desire to
see more of thee.  Higher!"

Through her daze of pleasure Nell raised her dress up to show her
belly button.

"Show me thy tits!  The fuck pleases me more when I can see what
the babe can drink of if I fuck thee one."

Nell immediately raised the dress up around her neck.  The man
smiled at her breasts.  Still holding himself above her and with
no letup in his insistent fucking he leaned forward to suck
briefly on each nipple in turn.  Nell moaned and looked at him,
all the hungrier for his sperm.

Between her widely spread legs her modest tuft of hair showed,
and just below that her private parts lay slick and exposed as
his organ of fucking surged between her lips.  She soon placed
her hands behind her butt, pushing her hungry cunt forward and up
at him, wishing to leave him in no doubt that he had found the
right spot to fuck.  Her cunt walls were slippery with cunt
butter, and as his fucking rod withdrew on each thrust it
glistened with the stuff.

Within the upper cunt of each female lives a spirit.  Only the
man and his father Urghk knew of its existence or could sense it.
 The man's ability to smell the female in season derived from
that communication, but the rapport went further, and when his
organ was inside fucking the cunt he could hear it speak in his
head.  Nell's spoke now:

"I wait month after month for Nell to get a fucking organ up
here.  She finally did it, thank God."  The spirit of the upper
cunt knew nothing of the situation on Huffygynos and how
difficult it was to procure a fucking organ.  Like any upper
cunt, it wanted to get fucked regularly.  And it spoke to fucking
organs, knowing nothing of the men who made those organs do their
fucking.  "So welcome, you big fucker!  I've been wanting you so
bad!  Mmmmm. You're soft and smooth on the surface, but hard
beneath, hard and dangerous, and that thrills me!   You surge up
to stretch me but slide down again so fast!  I'm opening to your
every thrust and firmly slipping shut behind you.  I always
caress you and never let go, no matter how fast or deep you
enter."  She followed her man's lead, like a good maiden dancing.
"I keep hugging you, hot and wet, because I want you to feel
good.  I need you to feel good.  Because when you feel really
good I know you'll give it to me."

The man's pleasure was intense.  His mind and soul were aligned
with the bodily sensations from his organ of fucking.  The
encouraging thoughts from the upper cunt added spice and gave
voice to the deeper purpose:  to quicken a babe inside her.  That
was why he possessed a lass, intruded into her cunt and forced
his seed within.  It was the very reason for his existence, and
it was a harmonious universe that made it feel so very good.

The mother Yvette, the aunt Rae, the wee lass Abby, and the
fertile Anne sat watching.

"Look and remember well, Abby," whispered Aunt Rae.  "See the
organ strong and manly that from him springs.  See his muscles
ripple as he push over and over into thy fair sister's cunt.  It
is a fine fucking.  Below the organ of fucking see the divine
orbs in their sac below.  In those orbs he maketh the stuff of
life, the stuff for quickening the babes.  See how the orbs slap
against thy fair sister's outer cunt with each surge.  Back and
forth he goes, with such power!  He be the stallion to all of
us."

The man looked at the whispering aunt but his attention fixed on
the little girl who sat watching spellbound.  He then spoke, in
that deep voice heard from no other soul on the island, "Yea,
young Abby, thy cloth aside, show me thy modest cunt!"

Abby hesitated, unsure.  She knew that what was between her legs
was her private domain.

Yvette said, "Make haste to do as he ask, my sweet."

Abby said, "But he be scary."

"Worry not, the man's organ hath its home within thy sister Nell
where it fucketh tight; it be his eyes only that seeketh thy
cunt."  She looked up at the man, hoping she had divined his
intentions correctly.

Aunt Rae spoke again. "Yea, Abby dear, note the detail of the
fuck. See how the organ far out it showeth, 'ere plunging within
our fair Nell again, fast as lightning.  See her fair cunt skin
bend with its every move. Her nubbin is pleasured with tugs and a
bump with each thrust.  Oh she is getting a fine fuck indeed. 
Thy nubbin be small and quiet, but when thou art older, thou will
know how our nubbins hunger for it."

Yvette persisted, "Abby, heed now, the man wisheth to see thy
cunt."  So with a shy look at the man, Abby slowly and
uncertainly shared her private realm with him as she lifted her
dress.  His eyes followed the hem of the dress as it rose.  Her
thighs came into view, and the space between thighs grew less,
less, until there was no space, only the folds of a tender cunt
as yet unready for his attentions.  The soft and innocent cunt
held promise.  In years to come it would grow to hunger for his
organ of fucking as Nell's was now, hungrily engulfing his organ,
begging for each intrusion.  The sight of Abby's shy cunt made
him fuck Nell faster and deeper.

The man spoke again.  "I would see ... within thy cunt lips ...
Let me see the bud ... yet to unfold."  The words came in bursts
because with his frantic thrusting he was short of breath.

Abby looked uncertainly at her mother.  "Oh yes, dear Abby, as he
sayeth, let him see within."

"But momma, it be mine secret alone."

"Ah, but it be no secret unto him.  We rejoice as within any cunt
lips he wisheth to see."

Abby let go of her dress to reach for the cunt lips, but
naturally the dress fell to cover all.  The mother rose at once
to raise the dress as Abby reached then to share more of her
secret by slowly spread her cunt lips.  She looked up shyly at
the man, this man sweaty and surging at mighty speed and power
into Nell's cunt.  Then as he met her gaze she at once looked
down to her own immature parts, and a bit of the rosy hue of
shyness came to her face.  The man saw Abby's lesser lips within
and the teasing hint of her sleeping tiny cunt hole, and a
somewhat different flavor of pleasure washed across him, a
pleasure somewhat unlike the sort he felt in his fine fucking of
Nell, ample as that was.

The aunt whispered to Abby, "Look more to the fucking.  See the
muscles ripple 'neath all his skin as he surge within Nell. 
Behold the sheen of sweat upon him.  Every last fiber of him, see
it all set on the one thing, the fucking of Nell.  See his
countenance, in pleasure or pain one couldst not tell if seen
alone, yet it must pleasure be.  O Nell, thou art so finely
fucked!"

The organ surged in and out at blinding speed, Nell's entire body
surging and jiggling with each thrust anew.

The man heard her upper cunt speak again.  "Oooo!  You hit the
end.  Oh!!!  You're so strong.  Ouch!  That hurt a bit, but -- I
love it when you rough me up a little. You're so manly and in
charge.  I'm rubbing you, hot, sticky and wet as you slide by. 
That makes you feel really good, right?  I want you to feel so
good, I need you to feel the ecstasy so you can give me the
sperm!  I feel your tip growing and hardening; that is a good
sign!  Now I can rub hot and wet and slick against you even
tighter!"

The aunt continued, "See now the small orbs below the fuck organ,
they swing no more, yet rise against the organ, the sperm closer
to be 'ere it flows.  We near the fuck within the heart of the
fuck!"

The man was nearing his highest pleasure but it was not yet quite
complete.  With one glance he saw glowing Nell, herself near the
breaking of ecstasy, yet reverently gazing upon him still, her
breasts and stomach jiggling as her body absorbed each urgent
thrust, modest pubic hair damp with sweat and a touch of the
clear butter.  Her legs remained spread wide for the taking.  He
saw his organ surging to the hilt.  Then to the side he saw the
baby cunt of Abby, held open with trembling fingers.  The eyes of
the girl were in awe fixed upon his mighty fuck organ where it
reamed Nell, then her eyes rose to the man's face, but seeing him
return her gaze, her eyes instantly and shyly fell down to see
her own cunt held open.

Nell felt the widening of the man's organ within, felt it harden
and lengthen yet more.  Her upper cunt screamed silently, "Oh,
give it to me! I beg you, give it to me!  The sperm, I need it!!"
 Nell's cunt walls squeezed as never before, as if to milk it
out.

Then nerves sparked within Nell, and a keening wail sprang forth.
 She felt a pulsing pleasure unlike anything she had felt before,
and her cunt gripped the fuck organ in spasm after spasm.

Within the man the moment was at hand.  In an instant tissues
opened and shut, fluids mixed.  The tip swelled to near bursting.
 The upper cunt screamed "Yes!!"  An instant later came the
convulsion, the spasm.  The supercharged sticky whitish seed shot
the length of the fucking organ and out the very tip deep within
the cunt of fair Nell -- of Nell half mad with pleasure.  As it
surged it bathed the upper cunt in rapture, as if warm water had
broken over a dry, cold and thirsty girl, "The sperm! The sperm!
Thank God!"  The man's organ pulsed again and more sperm covered
Nell's inner cunt.  "There's more?  I would have been grateful
for just the first but you give me more!  Thank you!  I'm getting
dizzy."  Yet once more surged the organ, yet more sperm, and the
inner cunt fainted blissfully, happily drowned in its good
fortune.  The organ surged back and forth with speed unabated,
the engorged tip stirring sperm throughout the upper cunt, mixing
it quickly and thoroughly with Nell's clear butter.

At the same time that the first sperm swiftly shot through the
tube, pleasure consumed the man's entire brain, the deeper layers
knowing he had fulfilled his nature as a man:  he had fucked a
mate, shot her full of seed and set a baby in motion.

With his face screwed up, the man bellowed out his pleasure,
filling the modest hut but also reaching outside to echo through
the village.  The women within were startled, except Nell, who
was too far lost in inner ecstasies to pay heed.
Abby started and whimpered, scared -- yet kept holding her baby
cunt open.

The thrusting of the man's fuck organ slowed.  It surged deep
with strokes that were long but now slow.  Then it glided to a
stop deep to the hilt within Nell.  Young Nell's cunt squeezed
the fuck organ with infinite gratitude.  The man then lowered
himself and laid his sweaty muscle-rippled chest on Nell,
covering her breasts, chest and belly.  He slid his hands under
her shoulder blades and hugged her to him tight.

The mother then noticed Abby's tears, "Oh dear Abby, thou sweet
girl.  Frightened yet doing thy duty still.  Come to mommy's lap.
Thou hast been a very good lass."  Abby's cunt lips shut to
protect what was within and the dress fell to cover the area as
she folded into her mother's lap and snuggled.

Then Anne rose.  She approached the mated pair, their loins still
intertwined.

"Beg pardon, kind sire," she cautiously began.  "Canst I ... um
..."

The man sighed and spoke, but not unkindly, "Yea, thou canst."

The damsel Anne flung her dress aside and spread her legs wide,
her cunt lips showing full as she kneeled on the bed.  A little
of her own butter seeped out of her, in part because she was in
season and in part from having watched the display of animal
passion before her.  She reached gently with her hand below the
juncture of the man's organ where it entered Nell and found the
liquid seeping out from her cunt.  She swiped with a finger then
brought it between her own legs.  The other hand held her own
cunt lips wide as she pressed her finger far within.

Her cunt craved the man's organ itself, yet that it could not
have today.  This sperm had been shot in one moment from within
one body to within another, the both attuned to alighting the
spark of a baby.  Yet only a very little ended up at that task,
and it was in the course of nature for the rest to ooze out.  Yet
it was still sperm, eager to quicken where it could.  And within
lass Anne a little would be enough to quicken her babe too.  So
Anne took what the cunt of Nell no longer needed, finger after
finger wiping from Nell and thrusting within her own cunt.

The man gradually released his hug from Nell and slowly turned
upon his back.  His organ slid from her, now somewhat softer, its
duty done, the sperm shot far within the fair Nell's cunt.  But
it was covered too with sperm and Nell butter.  With awe Anne
beheld the organ, and not quite sure the best way to proceed she
made a ring with her fingers at the base of the organ of fucking
and slid it towards the tip, causing a little blob of the sacred
stuff to plop onto the man's stomach.  She greedily took all of
this wetness and stuffed it within herself.

The man's gaze wandered to the aunt and lingered there.   "Thou
be'st fair, and were it thy time would I have fucked thee with
pleasure."  The aunt with modest surprise looked down bashfully.
"Yet if thou wish, mine organ thou canst suckle and cleanse."

"O sire, thou art so kind!"

As she approached he said, "Yet first a finger may I fuck within
thy cunt, if thou please?"

The aunt glowed with pleasure.  "Yea, thou can fuck me with
whatever thou wish!"

The aunt was not in season but her cunt was amply greased by the
passion she had been providing commentary on so intently.  The
man quickly moved his finger under her dress and slid
effortlessly inside her without any need to look.  He had
fingered his way into thousands of cunts.  He thrust it in and
out and wiggled it in suggestive fashion.

The aunt was distracted by the pleasure and the attention but
focused enough to apply her mouth lovingly to his fuck organ, now
mostly limp and smooth.  It was a wolf now resting innocently in
the guise of a sheep.  And so the aunt cleaned off the last bits
that Anne had not removed with her fingers.  She also inhaled the
essence of the male, the strange and wondrous odor which wafted
strongly from him and his matted lower hair.  She might not see
him for years, and she wanted to remember this moment.

She resisted a strong impulse to get on all fours like a beast,
clutch her dress up to her middle and wave her butt in front of
the man, hoping he would in turn mount her and fuck her like a
beast.

For several minutes Nell and the man lay in spent animal
pleasure, the man idly finger-fucking the aunt while her head was
busy with his organ.  Abby clutched her mother, face on her
chest.  Anne sat on an edge of the bed, gently massaging her
nubbin as she looked at the aftermath of sex in front of her. 
She hoped arousing herself would make her innards encourage the
seed within to do its work, yet she held her cunt lips closed to
keep within what she had just put there.  The mother looked
approvingly at the entire scene on the bed.

The man disengaged from the aunt, then roused fair Nell from her
torpor of ecstasy and bade her do her next duty outside.  She sat
upon a chair with legs spread wide.  Anne had taken the first
round of Nell's drippings, but there was more to come.  Now that
Nell was in an upright position, her cunt continued to leak
precious goop.  The third woman in season was Willa, and she now
sat at Nell's feet and swiped with her finger every little bit
oozing from Nell and slid it up inside herself.  The drippings of
Nell's cunt had the man's sperm and it would start yet another
baby.

--------------
Inside, the man spoke.  "Evening draws nigh; methinks to rest my
weary head within for this night -- if it please you."

The mother and the aunt shone and the mother said, "O yea, thou
canst.  What honor thou give us, sire."

The family and neighbors would have gladly produced a feast, yet
the man declined, noting he was weary and sleepy.  He ate a
sizeable hunk from a ham and followed it with a hefty flagon of
fine wine.

Darkness had not quite fallen on the land yet he was ready to
retire.  However pleasant, fucking lasses was a hard labor. 
Travel amongst them with frequent dismounts to smell cunts also
made a man weary.

The family prepared to withdraw to other quarters, leaving the
man to his rest.  Only mother and aunt remained when he spoke.

"One more thing I require."

They waited.

"I wish fair Abby to share my bed this night."

There was a brief silence.  Any pleasure the man asked was a
great honor, yet were he to fuck the young lass Abby his fuck
organ would damage her tiny cunt and cause her great pain.

Seeing their hesitation he said, "Nay, not to fuck.  Her cunt,
'twill wait and grow.  In another season, years hence, hope I to
fuck a baby into her, yet not this eve.  Nay, tonight I wish her
just as a gentle lass to feast eyes upon, to touch, and smell. 
'Tis one of my newer pleasures."

So the mother went outside to fetch the wee lass Abby.   Just
outside the cabin she picked her up and spoke gently.

"The man wisheth thou to share his bed."  Abby went a little
pale.   "He be great, this man, and to be asked be a great
blessing unto thee.  All in this village will hold thee in great
respect for years to come."  This interested Abby.  "He sayeth he
will not trouble thy cunt.  He hath seen it already, and it seems
it pleased him.  Thou hast a beautiful little cunt, mine Abby." 
Abby was not used to thinking of her cunt as a subject of
admiration, and indeed her mother was teasing her a little.  It
was more likely her countenance and character which pleased the
man than the particulars of her cunt.

"Thou should let him touch thee freely as he will and try to feel
the thrill of each caress.  As is told of him far and wide he be
not a cruel man.  Never did a maid say he touched her too much;
most craved more than he gives."  Her mother looked at Abby with
great pride.  Fortified and excited now, Abby nodded and walked
into the hut where the man waited.  Despite it all she was
trembling, not knowing what to expect.

The man had on no clothes and sat upon the bed.  His organ was
limp and insignificant for the moment.

"Ah, fair Abby, come hither.  I see thou art frightened.  Though
hast no need to worry.  Yet kindly off with thy dress.  Thy skin
I crave to see and touch, not cloth."

Abby did as asked without hesitation.  She had already shown him
her most secret spot.

"I want to touch thee because thou art sweet beyond measure in my
eye, yet the touch should trouble thee not."

In the light of the candle he ran his fingers over her fine blond
hair and all over her back.  He traced each little ear with his
finger, and then her cheek with its finest down.   A smile
triumphed over her shyness as he stroked her small nose.  Then he
moved hands all over her shoulders and arms and to the ends,
bringing her fingers to his mouth to kiss, one by one.  Then with
his fingers he lightly drew circles on her chest.  He never
touched her nipples, but they were at the center of many of his
circles.  He then caressed her back.  He gently cupped her ass
cheeks for some time, one in each hand.  Then he gently nudged
her so she stood with her legs a fair bit apart, then placing
both hands at her calves, he slowly drew them up her legs to the
spot where her cunt waited shyly within its lips.  He stroked a
finger very gently down the outside of the lips but did not open
them.

Abby did not fully understand why the man would be so pleased by
touching the simple little body that for her was always just
there, but it was no trouble to her.  No one else ever treated
her with such intimate attention of any sort.

Finally he gently placed his hand beneath her chin and drew her
face towards his, very slowly.  He moistened his lips slightly
and touched them against hers.  He moved them back and forth the
tiniest bit.  At this she felt a stir of pleasure and returned
his gentle kiss.  They kissed for some minutes.  This pleasure
she understood and shared, not quite in the way he did but not
all that differently either.

Breaking the kiss, he withdrew his face slowly and smiled.  Abby
could then see with some fear that his organ of fucking was in
its finest fucking form, long and hard as it had been while
reaming Nell.  Following her gaze he smiled, saying, "Nay, my
organ of fucking will trouble thee not."  Then he bade her
clamber onto the bed with him.  No covering would be needed as
the weather was pleasant and warm.  She lay on her side and he
behind her.  He snuggled up, though in a position that naturally
kept his organ away from her.  Curled around her, he buried his
nose into the hair at her neck and sniffed deeply.  He lay back
then and slowly caressed her hair, over and over as she snuggled
back against him.  She thought of how her mother had gentled her
in this way when she was younger, and she was happy remembering
it.  Lulled by the man's soft stroking she soon fell asleep.

Not long after that the man's stroking slowed, then stopped.  His
organ of fucking had subsided to a modest size, but when he
realized she was asleep it surged to life again.  He had an image
of pushing it between her legs and gently sliding it sideways by
her cunt lips but not within.  He would move gently as befitted
such a small and gentle lass, but his spurting would be no less
on that account, and in his mind he saw all of the crotch of her
legs covered with sticky goo so thick a person could only barely
make out the pair of alluring cunt lips that lay beneath.  Yet he
knew full well it must remain only a vision.

He thought of fair Melody ripening as the night went by, his to
fuck and impregnate in the morning.  He would save his sperm for
her and others who might need the drippings.  With that his organ
subsided and after one more deep sniff of Abby's neck he draped
one hand over the fair child and surrendered to sleep himself.

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

It dawned a beautiful spring day.  After a few good morning
kisses and hugs to the sleepy Abby he emerged from his hut. 
There were already a few women waiting, and as he emerged the
whispers spread and a dozen women and half a dozen younger girls
appeared.  He wore no clothes on such a fine day.  As the only
male in the land, let alone adult male, his equipment was a
matter of great interest to all and it would be poor form to hide
it, not that he had any interest in doing so.

With this audience assembled he aimed his organ high and let
loose his morning water in an arc the length of a man, to the
smiles and titters of those watching.  That duty done, he
reclined on a bed which had been moved into the grove near the
village center.  His head was raised on pillows.

The lass Pearl brought him a bowl of fresh raspberries with
cream.  Their deliciousness intertwined with her unclothed beauty
to interesting effect.  She had hair at her cunt and lovely young
breasts.  She kept shyly looking down at his organ and back up.

"Wouldst thou like to touch it, fair lass?"

She turned a bit pink but nodded eagerly.

"Then make free."

Pearl stooped in wonder and gently massaged it with her hands,
paying special attention to the little orb sac.  She took a deep
sniff.  He could see an involuntary squirm of her lower parts.

A woman in the prime of life brought him a flagon of mead, which
he quaffed at his leisure, and he encouraged her too to touch his
organ at her pleasure.  From this attention it began to get hard.
 "Can I mayhap suckle on it, just a bit?" she asked.

"Why certainly, woman."

She took his tip in her mouth and licked it tenderly.

Pearl was thus displaced and looked on hungrily.  Her hand
wandered between her legs, then when she saw him looking at her
she took it away in embarrassment.

"Nay, lass, make free to heat thy cunt and if it please thee I
will fuck thee soon.  Thou hast never been fucked, aye?"  She
shook her head.

A thrill of excitement passed over the girl's face and she began
stroking fingers into her cunt eagerly with one hand, rapidly
pulsing on her nubbin with the other.  Under the ministrations of
the grown woman's tongue his fucking organ grew.  With the sight
of the lass Pearl eagerly readying her cunt in preparation for
him his fucking organ surged to its fullest size.  Then he gently
pushed the sucking wench aside and bade the girl descend upon
him.  She did so eagerly, pausing with utter amazement and a deep
thrill as she guided the organ to her cunt opening.  It glided in
easily as she descended.

The spirit of Pearl's upper cunt spoke:  "Whoa!  What's that? 
The organ that's meant for me.  Cool!  That feels great!  Your
sperm will be of no use today as there is no egg ready.  But I
would still welcome the flood and surge.  If the pleasure of
spurting sperm within my mistress grows on you, maybe you will
spurt it again when I can make use of it."

Pearl wondered at this blessing she had been given, then started
on an earnest up and down and back and forth motion, and as her
pleasure neared its peak he bade her lie down on him.  The
pleasure a girl feels from impaling herself is one thing, but
feeling a man let loose and do the fucking is something else.  He
began the rapid fucking in and out with a speed she could never
match on her own.  As he did she convulsed and cried out with
ecstasy, squeezing his member hard with her virgin cunt.  He felt
a thrill of pleasure himself.  There was a small twinge but he
did not let himself erupt.  His sperm must be reserved for where
it could make babies.  After a brief interval he rolled her off
beside him, and there she lay in an ecstatic glow.

Womenfolk in the prime of life always yearn for fucking to some
extent, and far more when it is not available, even more when
they are hungry for babies.  The lost pleasure and the baby
hunger combine to increase its allure.  The women of Huffygynos
were often tempted to pleasure themselves.  They might first
gently massage their nipples and their outer cunt lips, but they
would soon dive within.  The whole area coated with their clear
butter, they would press their nubbins eagerly, press their
fingers within their cunts over and over and dream of the man and
his fuck organ.  But they could never achieve release by
themselves.  The convulsions would not come.  So self-pleasuring
was much less popular than it would otherwise have been because
the frustration was great.  They might find their hands on their
cunts when they awoke at night but would quickly withdraw them.

The man was in a fine fucking mood and as he surveyed the grove
and the women in it he invited all of them to pleasure
themselves.  He promised to fuck each of them at least briefly to
allow her to achieve the great release and satisfaction she
craved.  As word spread, sixteen of the womenfolk appeared,
massaging their nubbins and thrusting fingers within their cunt
tube, and when ready spread their legs wide and fixed their eyes
upon the man hungrily.  They lay on blankets or on the grass
itself.  He approached the first, a woman with fine large breasts
and ample hips.  He plunged within, and after two of his strokes
the woman convulsed with pleasure, moaning and gripping his organ
with her cunt.  A wave of further excitement passed around the
grove as each woman knew her turn would come soon.

He approached one who seemed very excited, kicking her legs and
thrusting her pelvis.  Her little tike of two was clutched
against her, uncertain of this stranger and the unusual behavior
of everyone around her.  The mother gently pushed the little lass
away and panted, "Aye Hunter, stand aside and behold the man fuck
me and remember it well.  It maketh me truly happy as nothing
else."  Several girls below fucking age were watching, close but
not too close, and now young Abby came forward to hold and
comfort little Hunter.

As his fuck-organ pressed within, the mother cried out and kept
moaning as he jammed himself again and again into her.  Her
pelvis wiggled enough that the man's motion was impeded and he
spoke a bit gruffly, "Methinks I must hold thee still."  With
that he descended upon her, took one buttock in each hand and
pounded his fuck organ into her with a vengeance that made her
scream with delight.

On he went to the next.  She was on all fours like an animal and
he happily grabbed her from behind and fucked her like an animal.
 She convulsed with pleasure as the fuck organ filled her deeper
than it would in any other way.

He was on his way to the next woman when he stopped.  A woman had
just arrived in the grove and stood watching from a distance
away.  He motioned for her to approach.  She had the smell, but
just to make sure he bent over.  "Aye woman, thou art in season
and can take the drippings from my next true fuck."  She beamed
with excitement.  The man returned to the next woman on the grass
who craved him in her cunt.

In his wake he left women panting on the grass with dreamy
expressions of total satisfaction.   He finished the last of the
fun fucks and sat upon the bed in the grove considering the treat
that awaited him.

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

He saw fair Melody on the edge of the gathering and beckoned for
her to join him.

Her long blond hair was lustrous and full.  Her blue eyes were
clear, every part of her face of perfect proportion.  Her breasts
were not large but very pleasing in their shape, her waist thin
but not too thin, her hips just wide enough but not too wide. 
Her skin nearly glowed.

Delightful as her body was, more remarkable was her character. 
She could have been gloating over her good fortune as her peers
looked on, but she was only dimly aware she was an object of
envy.  She was in harmony with her body's sexuality, neither
frightened of where her body and instincts would lead her nor
willing her body to more lust than it felt.

He lay on his back and had her squat above his head facing his
feet and then had her bend forward, a bit like a frog.  He stuck
the tip of his nose between her cunt lips.  His sniffing revealed
that she was still on the cusp.   His tongue turned its attention
to her nubbin.   The effect on Melody was electric and she
started moaning.  As he licked he could smell her odor gradually
change from the lighter, more playful, teasing odor of a girl on
the edge to the mature and earnest odor of a woman in season. 
His masculine presence was nudging her over the line, and his
apparatus right below her face contributed to her excitement. 
She saw the sac and little orbs which made the sperm that would
soon be hers and the luxurious growth of hair giving off his
odor.

Front and center below her was the fucking organ, long, hard and
biding its time.  It glistened from the juices of the dozen-odd
cunts it had been fucking within the past hour, but the man was
saving his climax for her.  As the man's expert nubbin-licking
continued, poor Melody was soon in an agony of pleasure.  Her
ripeness made the motions of his tongue all the more arousing. 
She was painfully on the brink of her release but all he gave her
cunt was the tip of his nose.  It was a fine organ in its own
right but not the one she wanted.

At last he knew it was time.  Her cunt had shifted so his sperm
would now be able to do the job.

This was going to be an exquisite treat for him, and he wanted to
make it magnificent.  A score of women and girls were watching. 
Most were naked, but he now asked the others to strip as well.

Melody now lay on her back.  She looked up at him with  immense
animal desire, and he moved his body over hers.  He took her
hands, interlocked fingers and pressed her hands back against the
sheet leaving her in an attitude of surrender.  With his knees he
spread her legs apart and held them open.  He was in charge and
would do with her as he wished.  As the tip of his organ touched
her cunt lips, her face took on a hungry, pleading look, almost
desperate.  He paused a moment with a smile to appreciate that
look.  But he was not just teasing her; he pressed his fuck organ
against the lips and her flesh sensuously gave way, the cunt lips
pushed out to the side, starting the process of engulfing him. 
He kept pressing, slowly, going past her cunt's ring of muscle.

As the tip passed inside her she started convulsing.  Her eyes
locked on his as she melded with the man, her mate who was giving
her such pleasure.  His tip pressed farther in, parting her
slick, hot, hungry cunt walls.  His shaft followed the promise of
the tip, holding her open.  He neared full penetration.  The
first full intrusion took only a few seconds, and Melody's orgasm
surged in intensity as his fuck organ filled her the first time.


Melody's upper cunt now spoke in his mind as his organ fucked up
deep inside where nothing had ever been before.  "Whoa!  What's
this shoving me around?  Oh, I get it.  Wow!  I've been waiting
for something this past year!  You're the thing!  How can I
please you?  You stretch and fill me.  So hard, yet so soft."

At its very deepest his tip just kissed against the end of her
cunt as their pubic hair mats met, then mashed together, the
meeting of bones cushioned by flesh.  Among the flesh so
compressed was Melody's nubbin, and each squish that it felt
deliciously fed her ecstasy.  He withdrew a little and surged
back.  As the fuck organ slid in and out the upper cunt thrilled
to the rapid motion.  The cunt spoke, "Oh, fuck, that's it, keep
shoving my flesh around.  My wetness lets you go in and out so
fast, but I never release my hug.  My mistress Melody is in her
ecstasy now, but I need more.  It is still too orderly and pure.
I need you to be somehow ... violent with me!"

Melody's orgasm assumed the pace of his rhythmic back and forth
but gave no sign of stopping.  At the end of each inward surge
her nubbin was squished again.  It shuddered; Melody shuddered. 
The pleasure went on and on as he fucked the fresh girl's cunt
over and over, strokes faster at times, deeper at others.

The man slid his fuck organ almost all the way out and didn't
surge back.  Her upper cunt let out a great lament, "Please,
don't leave me now!  I'm doing my part of the dance!  The heat,
the clear butter, the slight touch of graininess.  Isn't that
what you need?  Come back up!  I need to be stretched and filled
again!"  Staying at the entrance, the man made a flurry of tiny
strokes, the tip just inside her squeezing ring of muscles,
giving him a burst of a different bit of excitement.  It then
surged back stronger than ever, surprising but delighting the
upper cunt.  "Aaaahh, you're back!  Now I know what I need.  I
need to feel you twitch and shoot forth the roiling mess of
sperm!  You have to soak me with your own special sticky mess! 
Surge again!  Shoot it into me!"

The man fucked back and forth faster.  The tip bulged and
widened, spreading Melody's upper cunt tissues yet further.  It
bumped the top of the cunt a bit harder.  "Oh yes, please,
please!  You've gotten wider and harder; I love how you bang me
around!  The wet here is dull and female.  I need the unruly male
goop, the rude messy surge, I need it for starting the baby! 
Give me what I crave and we will grow the baby girl, birth it,
coddle it -- we will do all the work!  When she grows up you can
fondle and fuck her too -- but none of it happens unless you
drown us with the goop.  Right up here, at the top!!"

The man's tip bulged further, near bursting with the pressure. 
It surged back and forth faster and faster.  The man through a
dizzy fog saw the perfect Melody convulsing endlessly, saw his
shaft fly in and out in almost a blur, saw their pubic mats mash
and separate over and over.

He then looked up and saw the crowd of naked women.  Several had
a hand fondling their cunt lips, a few had a little clear butter
dripping out, a few had slack jaws, but all shared an eagerness
and insatiable hunger to be where Melody was.

"All ye who watch ... hold open the cunt lips ... for my eyes to
feast upon!" he yelled out. And they all did, the moist lips
sliding open to reveal the opening to the inner sanctum.  He
briefly had the image of his fuck organ cloned twelve times, all
fucking frenziedly into the cunts of the dozen he saw, each fuck
organ bulging obscenely, each ready to fire.

"Now!!  Now!!  Fuck me full of it, now!!!" cried the upper cunt,
hugging him tightly.  And then at the innermost surge of the
deepest penetration, from the tiny opening at the tip, the
pent-up sperm erupted in a flood.  It burst forth in its nasty
unruly goopiness, instantly splattering and coating the upper
cunt walls.  "Yes!!!" screamed the cunt, but she promptly passed
out, drowned in pleasure and goop.  The bulging fuck organ head
drew back, but surged back in and once again just as it reached
the end the tip erupted with another mass of sperm.  Back and
forth it shuttled in a frenzy, mess after mess of potent
babymaking manly spurt let loose.   On each in and out it roiled
and mixed the sperm with clear girl butter.

As his body thrust and spurted, infinite pleasure in throbs
transformed the man's mind.

It was as well he ejaculated and finished Melody off when he did,
for she was inundated by so much pleasure she might have started
getting ill.  When the last pulse had been firmly splatted into
her upper cunt he drew his fuck organ back, dragging the bulging
tip through the lower cunt, past the ring of her muscles squeezed
tightly around him, then finally it broke the kiss of her sopping
cunt lips.  His load of sperm had been so great that much flowed
back out as his organ did, making a sizeable puddle of glop on
the sheet.  The man slid onto his back next to Melody, chest
heaving.  Mara set to work eagerly fingering the leftover sperm
from the sheet, shoving it into her own cunt as she held it wide
open, and she quickly got an ample dose.

There was still copious quantities of the mix of sperm and Melody
butter, but no other females in season to make use of it.  It was
holy stuff.  So mothers descended to the two sets of soaking
genitals, the man's wilting fuck organ and Melody's cunt. 
Hunter's mother took a slick finger and made one thick smear
within the folds of the girl's small cunt lips and rubbed. 
Abby's mother did the same with Abby, and the older girls did
themselves.  Near the head of the line was Melody's younger
sister Jill, who felt entitled to an especially large glob.

Every female had either gotten a good fucking from the man's
organ or a gift of his sperm on their cunt lips.  The lucky Nell
and Melody got both in ample portions.

Within Nell, Melody, Anne, Willa and Mara, the routine feminine
orderliness was disrupted.  The seed elbowed its way impatiently
through their wombs.  It quickened an egg, making the hint of a
baby.  As it grew from hint to reality it would take over the
womb, make the baby-laden girl nauseous, feed from her innards,
distend her belly, soften her tissues, and ultimately cause her
great pain as it finally slithered out into the world.  All this
was set in motion by male shoving, unruliness, mess, and
disorder.  Yet it was exactly the disruption that the orderly
female bodies needed and craved.

In nine months, five more of his baby daughters would be born,
five more girls to replenish this island of females.

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The man ate some porridge with spice and berries, most of a
freshly roasted chicken, and more ham.  It would soon be time for
him to head on to the next village.

He bade young Abby come to him and lifted her high up.  In view
of all he dabbed his tongue at her cunt lips and she
instinctively opened her legs wide.  He licked her nubbin three
times and then stuck just the tip of his tongue at her cunt hole
and pressed in the fraction of an inch that it easily gave.  He
could just barely hear her upper-cunt spirit speak groggily, as
from a dream, "Huh?  What?"  He smiled.  This was as it should
be.  Set back down, Abby gave him a big smile and gave his legs a
parting hug.

The road was rougher ahead as it crossed a steep ridge.  He would
switch to sedan chair -- more a sedan bed, actually -- carried by
four muscular young women.  In this wilder area there would be
few cunts to sniff.  He gave each of his four bearers a little
fuck just before they set off.  It was just a teasing little
fuck, though, as the aftermath of orgasm was not conducive to
carrying heavy loads surefootedly. He promised them all luxurious
orgasmic fucks at the end of the day when their work was done.

The man decided he wanted to take Melody with him as traveling
companion for the day, an offer she eagerly accepted.  After the
day's journey she would return to her home to grow her baby.

A dozen women sadly watched the four porters head off carrying
man and girl.  They were scarcely out of sight of the village
before Melody urged the man onto his back and eagerly mounted
him, engulfing his hard fuck organ.   Her first fuck had been a
mere hour before, but she now knew she loved it and wanted it
inside her as often and deep as she could get it.  The natural
rhythm of the sedan chair mostly pleasured her and the man with a
fine fucking motion.  But when it was a bit weaker than she
wanted she indulged her urges and bounced and wriggled against
him.  As the day wore on, he allowed himself two orgasms inside
this magnificent creature, as there were no other fertile wombs
needing his sperm.  She had orgasm after orgasm all day long.

The next day there would be more cunts lurking inside dresses
that would need to be sniffed.  There would be more older girls
and women desperate for a fun fuck.  There would be more young
girls like Abby to share his bed at night.  And there would be
more women like Melody who were in season and who he could
ecstatically impregnate, his roiling mass of sperm shoved deep
within.


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