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Author: Sterling
Title: The Father Needs More (PART 1 of 2)
Summary: A sequel to "The Father of Humanity", in which John
Smith is the only man in the world whose sperm can fertilize
eggs, and with the help of a cast of gorgeous women he keeps the
world supplied with embryos. As this sequel begins, a dozen years
have gone by and he discovers a new need: girls. The story is
about how he chooses them, treats them, has sex with them, and
integrates them with his other sexual partners.
Keywords: MF Mf Mg cons rom pedo lolita het ScFi group harem 1st
oral slow caution

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 12/28/2009, new header added 8/26/2010.

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 
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You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire
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and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it.

Sterling

And now, our feature presentation.  Enjoy!


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The Father Needs More(PART 1 of 2)

John Smith is the only man in the world whose sperm can fertilize
eggs.  He lives at the heart of an industrial-scale operation
which harvests donor eggs and then distributes embryos throughout
the world.  The effectiveness of his semen is linked to how well
he fulfills his sexual fantasies.  After a dozen years, he
discovers a new need:  girls.

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I am the man who saved humanity.  It started when I was a
teenager back in Secaucus, New Jersey.  No baby had been born in
a dozen years, and then my girlfriend Amy got pregnant.  My life
hasn't been remotely normal since.  By collecting my semen
samples and mixing them with donor eggs, we found we could create
thousands of embryos at a time.  These could then be implanted in
healthy young women.

Envisioning my role at the heart of a large-scale operation, I
chose a spot near Boulder, Colorado as my home, a spot on the
Front Range overlooking the plains to the east.  Although I
started as effectively government property, I soon won a measure
of independence and developed a staff of my own.  While I lived
in a small residential area up on the mountain, my semen was
quickly whisked down the mountain in pneumatic tubes where it was
combined with the eggs from thousands of egg donors.  The
resulting embryos were flown around the world for implantation in
many thousands of women every day.

Whatever it was that makes me special isn't as simple as semen. 
I need to be happy to be able to father children.  So after my
relationship with Amy became problematic I took as lovers girls I
had had crushes on in high school:  Winnie, Sally, and Julie. 
Then we found that if I was more than just happy -- fulfilling
all of my sexual fantasies -- I would father far more children. 
That led to a program of young women volunteers known as nymphs.
They were carefully screened from a pool of hundreds of thousands
of applicants.  They were the sexiest, most interesting and most
tolerant women on earth.  I had twenty or so in my service at any
one time.  With their help I was giving a respectable proportion
of the uteri of the world an embryo to nurture into a baby.

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More fantasies

When I was 30, I had been in the industrial-scale fertilization
business for about 13 years.  My embryo count had been holding
steady at around 16%, meaning that at the rate we were going the
population of the world would stabilize at 16% of its pre-crisis
level.  The world might end up with one-sixth of its current
population, but it would still go on in a largely recognizable
form.  But one year in January it started dropping.  There had
been minor fluctuations before, but here the fluctuations masked
a descending trend.  It looked like the new average would be 7%
or lower.  This was ominous news for the entire world.

For years we had known that the key to my fertility was indulging
all of my sexual fantasies.  Of course my staff had asked in
every indirect or direct way they could what the problem was, and
I had told them I didn't know.   But I did know what thoughts had
been lingering in my head more and more.  I told myself they
would go away, but that was not happening.

Then one day Francoise, my quasi-shrink, dropped by.  She was
clearly angry, which was unusual.  My staff never got angry with
the great John Smith.  They knew I didn't like it.  "Damn it,
John, if you won't talk with any of us we can't help you!  This
is the world we're talking about here!  I say there is something
that you know that you aren't telling us.  Is it world politics?
Weariness?  Let's make some changes.  What should we try? 
Different food?  Do we need to fire some nymphs?  Some staff? All
the nymphs?  All the staff?  Do you want men for sex?  Girls? 
Little girls?  Boys?  Little boys?  Animals?  Newborns?  Human
sacrifice?  Cannibalism?  Talk to me!!"  I was shocked at her
outburst and showed her the door.  As she departed, she called
out over her back, "Fire me if you want, but talk to someone!
Anyone!"

I was angry and thought firing her would be an excellent idea,
but I counted to ten.  I meditated for several hours.  She was
right, of course.  I didn't have the right to put the future of
the world in jeopardy.  I needed to tell someone, and Francoise
was the one.  The next day when she answered my summons she
looked very uncomfortable.  "I'm so sorry, Mr. Smith, I just lost
my temper..."

I put up my hand to silence her.  "No, you were right.  Thanks
for having the courage to say what needed to be said."

I looked out the window at the Colorado plain, sliding downhill
from where we were all the way to the Mississippi.  I waited, and
glanced over at her from time to time.  I turned to her, took a
deep breath, and said "Girls.  I need girls."

No one was happy, but fewer people were horrified than I might
have thought.  I was 30, and going down in age there was a cliff
at age 28.  There was essentially no one on earth between the
ages of 27 and 15.  There were no nymphs younger than age 28, 
and while the 30-year-old nymphs were still plenty sexy, the lack
of young and truly fresh nymphs was noticeable.  Many of the
first groups of nymphs had been 18.

There were some 14-year-olds, far more 13-year-olds, and by age
12 there were millions.  These youngsters were in the news a lot,
the future of humanity.  I looked at them and felt proud and
happy -- and something more.  Those bright young faces and
sexually developing bodies of age 12 or 13 had awakened a
yearning.  It had become a powerful yearning.

This sensitive matter was handled initially among the very
smallest group of people.  Since I had had so much trouble
bringing myself to mention it to anyone, people rightly assumed
that I was ashamed of my fantasies.  So the first approach the
staff took was to convince me that the desire was not shameful. 
Possibly that itself would help with the embryo counts and make
the crisis pass.  I was content to live with a longing for girls
if it was just me, but the human race was at stake here.

I could see that in many other times and places the desire for
girls down to the age of puberty was normal.  I had been thinking
from within the perspective of my own culture only; in others
girls were married at that age.  I was a male animal, and these
looked to my animal self like potential mates of my own species.
  So I felt less ashamed.

We waited a few weeks and my replacement percentage rose a point.
But I had to admit that although it was liberating to know that
there was no great shame in wanting the girls, I still yearned
for the girls.


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Getting the Girls

This caused controversy within my staff, mostly because they
foresaw a public relations problem.  The very concept of
pedophilia was still anathema throughout the United States.  My
inner circle consulted cultural experts who indicated that
getting the girls would be rather easy if I sent to India or
Africa.  But I sensed in my gut that these girls had to be
Americans.

To complicate things, all of the candidates were my own
daughters.  People who thought ahead had realized I would
eventually have to find nymphs and egg donors from the next
generation.  We were safe on egg donors for another ten years or
so, but I was suggesting taking as companions for sexual play my
own daughters.  Some aspects of incest could be avoided.  They
had grown up thinking of other men as their daddies, and we could
easily make sure that I was not going to impregnate them.  It was
just a matter of time before I had no choice, so this was just a
little earlier than expected.  We were later proven correct in
our surmise that extremists and philosophers might object, but
the majority would accept the incest aspect.

We were going to recruit American girls aged 12 and 13 to come to
Sperm Central as my lovers.  One option was to be open about it,
the other to start in secrecy.  The benefits of secrecy were that
when the story broke we might have some positive outcomes to
report, in terms of girls not traumatized, and the other was that
I might change my mind before I met my first girls or shortly
thereafter.  We had no illusions that we would be able to keep
this secret for long.

Most couples had no children, but those that did had only one,
born of the woman but related genetically only if she happened to
have been an egg donor who wanted a child at the same time she
donated.  Surveys were sent out to parents.  One question was how
strongly the parents were committed to my overall
industrial-scale fertilization effort as a potential savior for
humanity.  Would they consider a lifetime gag order if they were
let in on a secret that could save the project?  (We could not
and would not enforce that, but wanted them to say they were
willing.) The other questions, hidden among many others to hide
our true purpose, bore on how they felt about statutory rape.

From a hundred thousand questionnaires sent to American couples,
only one in twenty gave sufficiently positive answers to meet our
criteria.  But that was still five thousand couples.  Only half
of the time was their child a daughter, of course. The
twenty-five hundred couples and daughters were screened.  The
daughter had to be attractive to me, but I was not too fussy on
that point.  She had to be healthy physically, but her
psychological health was especially important.

After our covert investigations ruled out most of the twenty-five
hundred, it came time to actually broach the topic with parents.
There was one key point to keep the door from being slammed in
our faces -- that the daughter would never, ever, have to do
anything she didn't want to do, a promise we never went back on.
We also had decided early on that we could not offer to these
parents or girls the incentives we offered to nymphs, such as
embryos for friends.  Everyone had to be strictly a volunteer, or
the appearance of child trafficking was too strong.  We started
identifying dozens of parents who got their heads around our
startling proposal.

Some of the parents set aside their revulsion, thinking they
ought to be OK with this idea, and were hoping their daughters
would refuse.  That was a mistake.  These girls had reached
puberty and figured they were already plenty mature.  The fabled
Sperm Center near Boulder would be like a really exciting
boarding school, and they might get to sleep with the most
important and powerful man on earth.

The girls were trained separately from the nymphs, as we asked
far less of them.  We could screen less well because they came
from a much smaller pool and they were more impressionable and
vulnerable.  We didn't want to stress them.

These girls would come to me as virgins.  But I did not want to
deal with blood and pain, and the golden rule of consent was
easier to maintain if that issue was removed.  The bigger girls'
vaginas had to be made ready for me.  The girls were sexually
mature on the physical level.  They had periods, they swooned at
hot boys, their labia and clitorises and vaginas were all
enlarged for womanhood.  Getting the hymen out of the way was
done with dildos, by the girls themselves, at the girls' own
pace.  This was usually a mere five minutes if not fifteen
seconds.

In the training they also explored their own sexual arousal and
orgasms, something they naturally enough found delightful.  Adult
men came in in successive sessions to show their penises, first
just flaccid, then erect, then ejaculating.  Spreading this out
over a number of sessions allowed the girls to back out between
if they got uncomfortable, but very few did.  The girls witnessed
an adult man and woman having sex on several occasions, and many
of them only half-jokingly asked the man if he wouldn't please
try that with them right then and there.  They watched the woman
use the whirring gadget, and tried it in themselves.

They had been selected for psychological health, but we did our
best to enhance their emotional maturity.  We also trained them
to feel fairly calm and natural even when meeting the great John
Smith.

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Young virgins

I met Denise, my first 12-year-old, on a sunny afternoon in the
topmost turret, affording a 360-degree view of the magnificent
scenery.  We chatted a while.  She then asked if I would mind if
she got undressed, and proceeded to do a simple strip-tease.  She
was gorgeous, fresh, and perfect.  With a finger she beckoned me
over to the bed where she was sitting naked.  I stripped to my
underpants and did as she asked.  She placed my hand
matter-of-factly between her legs.  I took it away gently, and
first touched her everywhere else on her body: hair, face, feet,
neck, back, and arms, which amused her a little.  She got more
serious and aroused as I spent time caressing breasts, buttocks
and thighs.  I did end up with my hand back between her legs,
gently massaging for a good long while.  Her breathing got
faster.  I let her remove my underpants, and she smiled when she
saw and felt the penis that would soon be hers.

I saw her then as she was, a girl hungry for her first sexual
intercourse.  Because she was aroused and pre-stretched, there
was no obstruction as I pressed into her gently and started
thrusting.  First she was taken with the novelty of it, but the
urgency of sexual pleasure started taking over -- the way it
would with any woman.  I knew that I was having sex with a girl
who was just on the cusp of puberty and I found her youth
intoxicating.  I pressed my penis into this beauty over and over,
deeper and deeper, squeezed by her young vagina, and finally
tensed and yelped as my semen spurted into her.  As I slid from
the very heights of my orgasm I felt emotional, with a tear or
two forming in my eyes.  This was a dream come true.

She gave me an awkward hug before heading off to use the whirring
gadget.  When she came back we hugged on the bed, side-by-side. 
After half an hour she pointed out that while I had come, she had
not.  I liked that she was not totally cowed by the great John
Smith and was asking for her own pleasure.  Good for her.  Soon
enough I had slid into her again, thrusting at the angle and
speed that her body language told me was best.  But it didn't
seem it would be enough to make her come.  So after perhaps ten
minutes I reached down to use my fingers to stimulate her
clitoris, and she came within a few seconds, scrunching up her
face and moaning before relaxing with a big smile.  That set me
to thrusting furiously, staring not just at the gorgeous beauty
of 12-year-old flesh, but at that flesh flushed and a little
sweaty, belonging to a sexually satisfied girl.  I came very
deep, and felt wave after wave of spurts, so intense they were
almost painful.  I flopped down beside her.

After three minutes, as I caught my breath, I tapped her on the
shoulder, and she looked a little flustered at being reminded she
had forgotten the whirring gadget.  As she started to get up
hurriedly, I stopped her.  I picked her up and carried her to the
bathroom, and she leaned against me.  I slid the whirring gadget
into her myself, pressed the button and heard the suction -- and
also got to see her face as she felt the heavenly vibrator
aspect.  I watched her pee, and then carried her back to the bed
and we slept the night together.  When I woke in the morning, I
really wanted her fast and quick, and I was delighted when she
consented enthusiastically.  I rolled her onto her back and slid
myself onto her.  As my hard penis came poking between her legs
she guided it in, and fifty strokes later I came with a little
moan but big pleasure.  After whirring and a little snuggling it
was time for her to go.  It was a record embryo count for a mere
three ejaculations.

Bonnie suggested that if it was all the same to me she wanted to
do it from the rear the first time.  The smoothness and youth of
her butt as I grabbed it was stunning.  Her vagina was as
magnificent as Denise's and I slaked my thirst for young flesh
within.

A few of the other girls were just too tense for me to feel
comfortable with them, and I sent them on their way after doing
my best to comfort them for in some sense failing.  No one had to
know we had not had sex if they didn't want to tell.  But with
90% of them it was mostly the same.  I always started out gentle
and simple, but soon enough they were asking for more speed,
different positions, more gusto.  Their bodies drove me wild on a
dimension where adult women could not compete.

Part of my fantasy had been girls who were shy and insecure and
whom I could with my great prowess turn into adoring and grateful
young women.  That didn't happen.  If we had selected girls like
that, the risk of lasting harm would have been too great, and
therefore they did not pass the screening.  I met a steady supply
of self-confident virgins, and for each one I got to study her
face and reactions as a penis slid into her for the very first
time.  As we did it repeatedly I got to see her reactions as she
got the hang of sex as a dance for two.  It was the closest I
ever felt to conquest, though these luscious adolescents were
most eager to be conquered.  The replacement rate soared to 19%,
a new record.

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Still younger

The 19% replacement rate was good news all around.  The drop in
my fertility had been a worldwide worry, and now its restoration
to a level higher than before was a huge relief.  From small
villages in India to the highlands of Scotland, from the slums of
Rio to the penthouses of Manhattan, there were more babies.

Throughout all of these developments, I visited Winnie and Julie
and our children regularly.  I made sure to make love to and
sleep with the two mothers at least a few hours now and then. 
Despite all my prodigious sexual activity, I always kept a soft
spot in my heart for them.  I also cherished my bond with Sally
and continued to sleep with her a couple hours each night.

I met a new 12- or 13-year-old virgin every week or so and
greatly enjoyed our time together, and for the most part so did
she.  Such girls usually stayed for at least a week but rarely
more than a month.

Yet the replacement rate started falling again.

I saw those lovely bodies which had just blossomed into puberty.
But I wondered what Joanna had looked like when her breasts were
smaller.  How had she looked before her hips widened?  What had
Karen's vulva looked like when they were a little smaller and had
no hair at all?  How would she have talked and sounded when she
was younger?  The girls' faces glowed from hormones; what did
they look like before the hormones hit?

As the rate kept dropping, I freely told Francoise what was on my
mind.  Keeping secrets last time hadn't done any good.  Although
no one on my staff reacted to me with disgust -- at least not
that I could determine -- the idea of getting me those
prepubescent girls caused considerably more trouble.  Penelope
announced her retirement, which hurt me deeply but didn't
surprise me.

My craving was to be able to have those little girls sit in my
lap, smell them, and caress them -- all of which was more or less
acceptable.  But I also wanted to kiss them on the lips, and work
my hands down their chests and inside their panties, and to lick
them, maybe even their labia, maybe inside their labia.  I said I
didn't think I would want to penetrate the little girls, which
removed a substantial obstacle.

My staff went back to screening families and littler girls, age
five and up.  Fewer parents agreed to volunteer their girls,
naturally enough.  As for the girls themselves, the typical
reaction was different.  Whereas the bigger girls had often
reacted with enthusiasm, the littler girls tended to react with
indifference, though revulsion was rare.  Children have to be
taught not to let strangers touch their private parts when they
themselves don't mind, because it isn't obvious to them. 
Children who are instead taught it might be OK generally shrug or
yawn if that is all that is expected of them to get praise, and
especially if they could become very important people.

Training and screening for little girls was similar to the big
girl training but not identical.  We did not explore their own
sexual response with them, nor did we do any stretching of
vaginas of course.  We found out how they reacted to being
hugged, touched and fondled.  We focused on sensual girls, ones
who genuinely craved hugging and cuddling.  Submitting to that
was of course completely conditional on their feeling good about
it, or at least not bad.  As usual, we did our best to screen out
girls with psychological difficulties of any kind, and set up a
program to follow and counsel all of them for life.  We would do
whatever we could to ameliorate any bad effects.

Despite our best plans, we were less certain about how little
girls would react, so I met them initially in short sessions and
gradually increased the kinds of touching I did.  They had a
chance to bail out if they didn't like the way it was going, and
we had a chance to stop too if we had concerns.

Pauline was my first little girl, eight years old.  I was of
course nervous, but she wasn't at all shy.  She sat on my lap
while I started a video my staff had prepared that was designed
to be very appealing to girls of this age -- not that I remember
any of it.  And as she sat there I caressed her hair and squeezed
her in hugs sometimes, ran my fingers all up and down her back. 
She seemed to like that.  I moved my hands back and forth over
her stomach and kissed her neck.  That was the end of the first
visit.

After she returned to the girls' dormitory she was given a day or
two to see how the experience sat with her.  She was happy to
come see me and the video again.  I started touching her in the
same ways as before, which she seemed to like.  And when I moved
my hands up her thighs -- she was so precious and alluring! --
she didn't mind, nor when I massaged her chest through her dress.
But she seemed to be focused mostly on the video.  She liked
snuggling and the backrubs, but it was as if this other touching
was irrelevant to her.  That didn't feel right to me, so I didn't
suggest she come again.

The next one, Barbara, was just turning six, but things went
pretty much the same way with her.  After their two visits these
girls both went back home with their parents.

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Nicole

Nicole was seven.  She happily sat on my lap while she watched
the video.  On her second visit, I touched her everywhere and she
responded differently from the other two.  She really seemed to
like it.  When I caressed her thighs I could feel her squirm and
settle a little differently in my lap.  She started humming
sensually as my fingers worked their way around her nipples, and
she relaxed happily against me when I curved my hand to cup her
labia, stroking just a little through her panties.  She gave me a
big squeeze and several kisses before she left.

I wanted to see her again.  We took four days to see if she
really wanted to come back, but she did.  On the third visit
there was no video, and her response to some of my advances
really took my breath away.  I kissed her on the lips and she
kissed me back, responding with true pleasure.  She was happy to
get out of her dress.  I kissed and licked all over her front,
her delicate little breast buds most of all.  She lunged forward
after a while and glued herself to my front, with her legs around
my back and her bottom in my lap, and then started bouncing up
and down in a way I found very erotic.  I massaged her butt and
slipped my fingers down her panties, getting a good feel of each
of her buttocks.  I was very aroused and truly delighted with
this, and as soon as she left I raced around the corner to
relieve my sexual excitement inside two nymphs in succession.

Nicole and I did much the same things the next day.  At the end
of a suitable time, when I suggested it was time to get dressed,
she said she had a surprise for me.  She stood in front of me,
lifted her loose dress, held the hem in her teeth, and pulled
down her panties.  She spread her labia and said, "Look!"  I
asked her what she meant.  Couldn't I see, she asked?  No, I said
uncertainly.  I hadn't seen inside the labia of many little girls
before, but after a second look I could see that the whole area
looked a bit less pristine than I would have expected.  She said
she was all stretched out and ready for my penis.  She had
overheard the big girls, stolen one of the de-virginizing dildos,
and used it on herself over the course of several days.  She said
it had hurt some, but she was proud of having done it.

I felt dizzy.  I said that was great, but I ought to be going. 
Her lip quivered.  Letting the dress fall back down, she said she
felt dumb and stupid and she started crying a little.  So I put
my arm around her as she sat on my lap, and she leaned against
me.  She had put all that work into stretching her vagina, and I
didn't even like her well enough to stick my thingie in her.  I
was already excited from the play we had engaged in before, but
now the excitement between my legs grew alarmingly, and my head
spun with confusion.  I considered telling her that grown men
didn't even touch a girl's private parts, but then reflected that
I had been doing just that.

We hadn't considered the case of a little girl preparing herself
for intercourse entirely on her own initiative.  I reflected that
I ought to talk it over with my staff and make a considered
judgment about the best way to proceed.  But here I was, the man
with the fate of humanity dangling between his legs, whose embryo
count dropped when his desires went unsatisfied.  I didn't want
to consider the issue, I wanted her.  I wanted to slide my penis
into her, and I wanted to do it right then.

Hesitantly, I took off all my clothes.  She smiled when she saw
my penis was long and straight.  She lay back on the bed, with
her legs wide apart, her dress off and her panties around one
ankle.  I did more caressing and touching.  I even tickled her a
little, to lighten the mood and wash away traces of her hurt
feelings.  I found some lube and generously applied it to both of
us.  Then I raised myself over her, held her smooth labia apart,
and slowly and very gently pressed in.  I started a very slow
back and forth motion, pressing in a little more each time.  I
was surprised with each further half inch that I really could fit
into her with no constriction.  She felt very much like a grown
woman inside.

And I couldn't believe the sight of this little girl, with her
flat chest and little girl legs and little girl hips, and there
between her legs my penis was little by little being swallowed up
inside her.  I stopped and realized I wasn't exactly up to the
hilt, but I certainly felt like I was in.  When she saw me
looking down to verify that, she looked down too, then looked at
me and started beaming at me.  This gorgeous little girl had
prepared this gift for me and accepted me inside her, and she was
obviously happy about the whole thing.

My head swam and I started to come then and I couldn't have
stopped myself if my life depended on it.  Though it was against
all my reptilian instincts, I thrust back and forth a mere inch
as I felt pleasure pulsate through my entire lower half.  My
penis twitched with each spurt, so hard it stung a little, and I
was crying out and panting heavily, my face screwed up with the
intensity of it.

Looking at her again I could see she was alarmed.  She knew about
men putting baby-stuff in women, and knew that had happened, but
she was expecting a more straightforward expression of happiness.
After pausing a moment to etch the moment in my memory, I
reluctantly slid my still-hard penis out of her and lay down
beside her facing her. Now I was the one beaming, so she soon
relaxed and looked happy and proud.  I ran my fingers gently
around her face, then down her front, past her labia and down
each thigh.  I asked if I could hug her back and she happily
complied, curled up inside my embrace.  After fifteen minutes I
realized she was asleep.

After another half hour of treasuring the moment I gently got up,
and as I did she slid onto her back.  She was gorgeous beyond
words.  Light brown hair a little mussed, relaxed peaceful face
with the button nose, and her lithe little body below.  Between
her legs on the sheet was a huge puddle.  Some lube, lots and
lots of semen.  No one had taught her about the whirring gadget,
and it was not a time for that in any case.  I lay beside her
until she awakened in the early evening and felt like leaving. 
She got cleaned up and dressed and gave me a big hug and smile
before she left.

I felt more than a little uneasy as the prospect of facing Nicole
again.  The staff said that while she seemed entirely happy, she
acted like she had done what she wanted and was just as happy to
go home as to stay.  They noted that she was a little sore
between her legs, and in fact the follow-up reports were that she
had sustained some lasting damage.  To my relief, it was from her
stretching technique, not from the intercourse itself.  The
damage was not too serious, but serious enough we did not want to
risk such a thing happening again.  Procedures down in the
training center were tightened to keep any other little girls
from obtaining dildos and getting the bright idea of using them.

In the day that followed I briefly hit 40%, an all-time high. 
The number fell again, but stabilized at a very respectable 18%.
A deep fantasy of mine had been satisfied, even if it only
happened once.

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Annie

Annie was six.  She had shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes,
and a very pretty face.  On the second visit she too responded
positively to sexual touching.  She came to the third visit in a
light blue dress.  I touched her in much the same ways I had
before, and pretty soon she pressed herself against my front,
with her head on my chest.  I stroked her hair and back, but
instead of staying calm she started wriggling back and forth.  I
stroked her thighs and then tentatively I put my hand up under
her dress and stroked her lower back, but also her bottom through
her panties.

She squirmed with delight, and then gave me a big wet kiss on the
lips.  I went to caressing her face, and nuzzling against her
cheek, kissing her cheeks and her nose and then her lips.  She
responded and our kisses became leisurely and delicate.  She
looked at me sometimes with a dreamy expression, then she began
rubbing her hands through my hair, and over my neck and my
scratchy cheeks.

I got her to sit on my legs facing me but a bit out from my body.
I gently tugged her dress out from under her and slowly started
raising it, which she helped with.  Up it went, exposing her
stomach and chest as it went, and then her smiling gorgeous face
appeared again.  I ran my hands over her whole chest, including
her breast buds.  I then went to work with my mouth, licking all
that tender flesh, chest, stomach, shoulders, attentive to
discomfort or hesitation on her part but never detecting any. 
She giggled now and then, but mostly sighed and ran her hands all
over me.  Then I turned her around so she was sitting on my lap
facing front again. After stroking up and down her belly a
little, I slipped my hand inside the front of her panties and
felt gently around.

She knew this was different, more serious, and got a little
quieter but rubbed against my hand a little.  I moved all around
her belly and the tops of her thighs but kept coming back to her
smooth-skinned labia.  I started stroking rhythmically, and she
was mesmerized.  After a while I turned her around, picked her up
and held her, the gorgeous little darling, and then lay her on
the bed.  She was delighted with a backrub, and a front rub, some
kissing, and a butt rub, and then another rub between her legs.

I had her take her panties off and spread her legs wide.  I got a
small amount of lube and began stroking her labia with that.  She
was definitely fascinated and turned on by the addition of
wetness.  I then ever so gradually moved my finger inside her
smooth labia and stroked very gently there, including her small
clitoris.  She started looking dreamy as my regular rhythm
continued, then started breathing harder and shut her eyes.  She
suddenly took hold of my finger and moved it a little faster and
harder and breathed sharply and tensed up -- and then relaxed. 
She said it had felt really, really good, unlike anything else
she had ever felt.  I wasn't sure if any of my little girls would
reach orgasm, and I was delighted that she had.

She turned to snuggle up against me for a good long while,
wiggling her naked pelvis against my leg a little too.

She was nearly frantic for her next chance to see me, so they let
her come up the very next day.  After we had gotten to the same
point as the day before, she said she wanted to feel my body too.
I decided that was OK if it was her initiative.  Her attempts to
put her hands down my pants didn't work quite so well, as I was
fully dressed for these visits and had intended to stay that way
-- no easy-off robes.  But with her encouragement I did strip
down, and finally took off my underpants and got her first look
at a man's penis, fully erect no less.  She knew the facts of
life, but like most girls didn't realize how big a man's penis
was compared to those they glimpsed on little boys.  She asked if
she could touch it, and that was entirely fine with me, so she
fondled it for some time, which I found sweetly erotic.

I was still interested in her pleasure.  I repositioned us to put
my head between her legs and used my tongue in her little labial
crack, gently stroking the tiny clitoris.  She came again,
quicker than before and stronger.  I told her that was the way a
man felt when he put his sperm in a woman to make a baby.

I realized I was giving her a little hint, and was delighted when
she took it, eager to help me feel that same good feeling she had
been feeling, so I lay on my back and she started fondling my
penis awkwardly.  I gave her a few tips.  She asked if she could
kiss it and I readily gave her permission.  After her initial
kisses she licked it from various angles, then took the tip in
her mouth.  I am not usually a big fan of oral sex, but since she
did not have a vagina I could enter, this was the next best
thing.  It felt wonderful.

Her hands were idly massaging my pubic hair and scrotum and the
lower part of my shaft while she mouthed the tip of my penis, and
I was gasping with delight.  She suddenly had the idea to flick
her tongue, really fast, right on my tip.  It was electrifying. 
I barely had time to get her mouth off my penis before I started
coming.  The first glob landed in my hair, the next on my chest
and plenty more made my stomach area a giant mess.  I was moaning
and breathing very fast.

Her eyes were like saucers.  "That's the stuff that makes
babies?" she asked, and I nodded.  So she took some of the
slippery stuff on her fingers, smelled it, looked at it, and
after a moment of thought pressed some all around her labia, some
into her waiting, sleeping vagina too.  She knew full well it
wouldn't make any baby in her, but she was playing with the idea.
I cleaned up.  Who knows how many thousands of babies those
goops would have started, but it was no time to think that way. 
I hesitantly slid my finger down to her semen-lubricated labial
crack, and she enthusiastically welcomed more stimulation with
this different lubricant.  She promptly came again.

We ordered in some supper and slept the night together.  Every so
often I would awaken to feel her soft small form beside me, her
chest gently rising and falling.  In the morning her six-year-old
persona came to the fore, and this part of her needed to be off
down to the center to do six-year-old things.  She visited me
twice more, and I luxuriantly caressed her all over in similar
mesmerizing ways.  She had orgasms a couple times each visit, but
she didn't ask me to strip again.

The game plan was that we would keep little girls for at most a
few weeks.  We had a little farewell visit.  I was quite sad but
kept my composure.  Annie was the sort of girl I had dreamed of
when I first confessed my inclinations to Francoise.

Most little girls came to the center with their parents, or at
least their mothers.  Annie's parents had sent her alone, and we
wondered a bit about just how warm they were.  Annie became
pretty attached to Ruth, one of the women who worked with the
little girls.  Six months after she left, Annie's parents were
killed in a car crash.  Any number of couples would have done
anything to adopt her, but she wanted only one person:  Ruth.  I
happily agreed to let her come stay with Ruth in the training
center as long as she wanted.

She didn't grieve quite as much as one would think -- it really
was as if Ruth was the first really special parent she had. 
After a couple months, she started asking if she could see me
again.  At first everyone discouraged her, wondering if perhaps
she was trying to work out feelings about her father.  But she
was pretty clear about it -- and I was delighted.  Annie was a
very sexy little girl, in the sense that she was interested in
and fascinated by sex, even at the age of seven (by now).  So she
did resume her visits up to me, which made me ecstatic.  At our
most intimate I would still lick her clitoris until she came.  We
also explored the purely visual.  I loved looking at her in all
different ways, various states of dress and undress and various
positions and motions.

Annie was up at the Residence a lot, and she learned our basic
purpose: that I was producing semen and we were capturing it to
make babies for the whole world.  Whenever she left I had raced
out to find one nymph after another to thrust into quickly and
grace with my semen, to relieve my excitement built up from being
with her.  (Nymphs learned that when I was with Annie was a good
time to hang out nearby.)  But I couldn't always wait for the
end.  She saw me leave some of our sessions rather precipitously,
promising to come back in a couple minutes.  I would race around
the corner and find a nymph to explode into as my glans was
barely inside her vaginal opening.  So I would come back
breathing hard.  I told her what she really knew already:  that
she really turned me on, making me want to release semen, but I
had to put it inside a woman instead of splattering it all over
me or her.

Early on I would be sure to close and lock the door to the
nymph's room, but sometimes in my haste I forgot.  And one day I
was mounted on Kyla from the rear, straining inward as images of
Annie danced before my eyes when I heard a noise and looked
behind me.  Annie herself was standing there with a big smile on
her face.  She saw Kyla bent over the bed, facing away from her,
with her perfectly-proportioned butt stuck up in the air.  She
saw me behind Kyla, with my trousers and underpants barely down
to my knees.  She saw my hands pressing the two of us together. 
She didn't see my penis way up inside Kyla, spurting away.  I got
a little flustered, Kyla more so.  We apologized, and I withdrew
and raised my pants while Kyla ran off to the bathroom a little
more hastily than usual to whirr.

Annie wanted to see more.  It made sense.  I was touching her all
over, making her come regularly, and she was arousing me
thoroughly, but then I was out the door to consummate the
experience with someone else.   She understood I couldn't come
inside her -- she had seen my penis once, and could tell it
wouldn't fit in her.  But other than that, she didn't want to be
treated like a kid.  We decided to take some steps to accommodate
her on a trial basis.

Based on discrete inquiries, we found Wanda, a nymph who was OK
with actually participating in sexual activities with little
girls and seeing me be sexual with them.  We let Annie examine
Wanda's private parts, which in a way hit home more than seeing
me naked, since she could see how her little girl parts could
grow to be like Wanda's -- huge, as she saw it.  One day Wanda
showed her how she masturbated, and Annie got to have two fingers
up her vagina to feel the contractions when Wanda came.  I was
standing by watching intently, naked and aroused; the next step
was for me to enter Wanda while she watched.

But Annie did something I didn't expect.  She took a generous
serving of Wanda's thick secretions in her left hand, pulled the
waistband of her panties out a little with her right, and slowly
slid those fingers down inside to fondle herself -- as her eyes
went from my penis to my face and back with a dreamy smile.  I
felt my head spinning and the next thing I knew a glob of semen
splatted on Annie's shoulder, and then a big spurt landed right
on her fingers that were sliding inside the panties.  Annie
laughed, and I think Wanda would have, except her training made
her more circumspect.  I didn't realize I would find Annie's
explorations so overwhelmingly arousing that I couldn't wait to
get inside Wanda.

Annie looked at her fingers covered with both kinds of secretions
and slid them deeper down her panties.  She looked up at me again
with that sort of dreamy but sexy smile as she fondled herself. 
She stroked my softening penis gently with her right hand while
she rubbed her left inside her panties.  The penis grew again.

When she caught her breath she said "Come here, Mr. Penis." and
she then led me by the penis the short step or two towards Wanda,
as before with her crotch right at the edge of the bed.  So Annie
spread Wanda's outer labia a little farther apart as my tip came
closer.  She watched carefully as my glans kissed up against the
labia, then Annie had her hand around the base of my penis and
she tugged, to see the glans go past the outer labia to where the
inner labia made a narrower opening, and got her face up really
close to see the glans slowly disappear, tugging Wanda's inner
labia in as it went.  She said, "That's where you're supposed to
go to the bathroom, Mr. Penis."

This childlike formulation startled me with delight and led to an
explosive lust.  I lunged forward, so the whole length of my
shaft very quickly disappeared into Wanda, in the process mashing
Annie's fingers that had been on the base of my penis between my
pubic hair and Wanda's.  Annie's head got trapped between our
bodies.  I let out a roar and spurted so hard inside Wanda that
the force of the explosion hurt, then two, three more times, all
the while holding Wanda ferociously tight.  Coming to my senses I
then withdrew, freeing Annie's fingers and head.  She massaged
her fingers while looking up at me in awe of the tremendous
physical forces that my passion could unleash.  Wanda got up to
do the whirring, and after a moment looking at me Annie trotted
along behind her to watch while I clutched the side of the bed
and panted.

I wanted to integrate Annie with the nymphs.  While I was at it,
I reconsidered some of our other boundaries.  I invited Julie,
one of my first girlfriends and now a resident of the family
wing, to come join us now and then.  I thought this kind of group
sex might appeal to her, and I was right.  We also asked a couple
of my 12- and 13-year-olds who I had broken in thoroughly if they
wanted to join us -- ones who seemed temperamentally well-suited
for it.  They were usually eager participants, and I adored the
variety they lent.

Sex involving a girl Annie's age was not something the nymphs had
trained for, and two couldn't deal with the idea of child sexual
abuse and left my service.  The others got on board; they were
already selected for open-mindedness, and adding a willing and
eager little girl to the mix for the sake of humanity was OK with
them. It helped that Annie could so clearly articulate her
self-assurance and desire to go ahead with this to please me.

In one of our first encounters she got Tina in doggy position,
and pushed me over to her by the butt.  I was eager to see what
she would come up with.  She gently fondled my penis, already
hard, stroking her fingers down the length of it.  She gently
cupped my priceless testicles hanging in their sac.  She said,
"OK, spermies, get ready!"  And then she gently kissed the tip of
my penis and said, "Have a nice time, Mr. Penis!" and then pulled
Tina back so she started to envelop my penis.

Annie had learned from her experience with Wanda to get out of
the way at that point, as I pressed all the way into Tina and
thrust away as deep as I could go, and Annie got to watch my
shaft go in and out fast, at each end flipping Tina's inner labia
so they dragged outward as I was going out, then turned around
and got pushed inside as I went inside.  She got to see my
testicles as they rose in their sac to hug the base of my penis
just as I ejaculated way up inside Tina.

A few times Annie got me right near the opening to some nymph's
vagina and then took the tip of my penis in her mouth, rolled it
around, and flicked it with her tongue.  I started surging, and
just as I was about to come she quickly took her mouth away and
aimed my penis right into 'the toilet'.  I pushed in and came,
awash in ecstasy.

Annie was a sort of shadow sometimes.  A nymph lay on her back,
and Annie lay on top of the nymph on her back with her head above
the nymph's and her own legs spread wide.  As I was entering the
nymph, I saw Annie holding her labia open with one hand, and
slowly moving her finger up her inner labia to her clitoris as
she came close to orgasm herself.

When I approached from the rear a nymph with her skirt down,
Annie positioned herself beside her, also in doggy position, and
when I flipped up the nymph's skirt as my penis sidled into
position, Annie flipped hers up too.  Annie got so she could
lubricate her own little finger and push it way up her vagina. 
Sometimes she watched my rhythm inside the nymph and matched it
with her own finger's motion.

Sometimes I was face to face with a nymph on our sides, and Annie
slid in from the direction of our heads and inserted her butt
between us, so her labia were right in front of my face, holding
her top knee up in the air with one hand.  I would lick her labia
and try to time her orgasm with my own.

Annie sometimes clung to my back, shaking her gorgeous blond hair
so it went around the side of my head and tickled my cheeks.  She
whispered things in my ears.  "Spermies, ready?  Spermies,
march!" was one.

I continued my private sessions with Annie as well.  She
suggested I slide my lubricated little finger up her vagina,
something we both liked a lot as a new twist on our earlier
lovemaking.

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Public Relations

We had started our program with underage girls in secrecy, but to
no one's surprise the secret was out within weeks of our
approaching families.  John Smith was recruiting girls for sex. 
There was outrage.

We did the best we could.  We noted that this was done with the
consent of the parents and children.  As time went on we gathered
some empirical evidence.  We noted how the girls were repeatedly
reminded they could leave at any moment, and none ever did.  We
had statements from parents and the girls about how happy many of
them were, and what a cool experience it had been.  The few
children who had felt uncomfortable had been offered ample
support and validation and therapy. Panels of psychologists and
social workers could not tell the alumnae of my program apart
from a control group.  It may have blunted the outrage some, but
not much.

I was troubled.  Significant sectors of the population now held
me in contempt as a sort of despot, which was not at all how I
saw myself. I might be necessary, but they now saw me as evil. 
Population percentage started dipping a little.

Talking with Francoise and others I began to get the picture.  My
staff were OK with what I was doing because they understood why I
was doing it.  If others were to forgive me, they would have to
understand that too.  This truth would not be easily received,
because it sounded very self-serving.  I just had to abuse
children or else my powers would diminish.  Yeah, right.

What did the public know about our entire enterprise?  They knew
that egg donors from all over the world came to Sperm Central in
Colorado to have those eggs fertilized.  They knew there had been
ups and downs in how many eggs could be handled.  They knew that
there was a personal staff up on the mountain with me, including
a very select group of women who volunteered their services --
what we inside the operation called nymphs.  The assumption about
this sexual license was that I was using my power for personal
pleasure.  It was among consenting adults, so it wasn't a big
deal.  When that power extended to procuring children for sex,
that was a different matter.

So we told the truth in its essential aspects.  My book was a
runaway bestseller -- all proceeds were donated to charity.  It
traced how the early drops in embryo counts had been countered by
my getting a regular girlfriend, and then harvesting semen from
inside of her instead of from masturbation samples.  How further
drops had been countered by getting two other women who I had
adored in high school -- with their full consent.  How I had
treated them all well.  How I had set up the nymph program to
stem another drop, and had dramatically increased embryo counts
above their earlier heights.  What I found sexually exciting
increased the embryo counts.

I frankly stated my complex feelings about the girls.  I was
attracted to them and felt no shame about that.  I would not have
acted on those impulses under any ordinary circumstances, and
sent the clearest message I could to those in the wider world
that I did not condone sex with children.  I decided I did need
to act on my impulses for the sake of the world.  I put
significant resources into doing the very best I could to
minimize the bad effects on the girls.  Despite the predominant
wisdom in the culture, with screening and preparation and
follow-up those effects could be almost nil.  Indeed, there were
many girls who spoke of how great it had been for them.  There
were none with significant complaints.

And then I described how having put all that in place, I did not
deny that I found my encounters with girls tremendously exciting
and fulfilling.

This helped some but did not eliminate the outrage.

What gave people pause was the limited ways in which I had used
my power.  I could have been sadistic or played dominance games.
I could have kept girls or women against their will.  I could
have raped them.  I could have threatened women or girls or their
families who got in my way.  But I hadn't.  Instead, they heard
stories of girls and women who I had gently ushered out of my
bedroom because I sensed that they had misgivings.  No journalist
could break a big story because there was no big story to break.
All they could find was consent, kindness, and fair dealing.

More and more voices started saying we should be thankful that
the man who was cast into the role of the savior of humanity was
a decent guy, whom power had not corrupted.  There came to be
religious overtones to how I was viewed.  This God did ask for
virgins, but not to kill or degrade.  He asked for volunteers,
turned away some of them for their own good, and he made love to
the ones he accepted and then released them, even though many
would have stayed.

With the program out in the open, our applications went up
tremendously.  A great many big girls were very enthusiastic
given the glowing reports from the alumnae.

Little girls applicants were less common, but there was a great
deal more support than we got before when we were making secret
inquiries of carefully screened families.
The biggest change was that instead of a family being shunned if
they sent a little girl to my program it was accepted as a valid
choice.  And eventually it moved to being seen as a noble choice.

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Sue

Annie was spending so much time up at the Residence that she and
Ruth came to live there.  We made a separate apartment off the
Sex wing for them.  But she spent a lot of time with the nymphs
too, who adored her and spoiled her.  Annie certainly didn't live
a normal child's life.  She had no contact with my own four
children in the family wing, with Sally and Julie, or any other
children.  She was home-schooled by Ruth.

With the increase in our applicant pool among little girls, our
screening could be more refined.  There was one little girl who
ended up being on Annie's level in terms of charm, sexual
appetite, and personality.

Things developed a little differently with Sue.  After some lap
explorations fully clothed, I had her just stand next to a bed
wearing a frilly pink dress and sneakers.  She had shy look that
Annie had never had, a look I found very alluring.  I lifted her
long brown hair up off the back of her dress and ran it through
my hands.  Facing her, I unbuttoned the top button of her pink
dress.  I carefully slid my hand down the front for a minute or
two, stroking the skin of her chest.  She sighed and rubbed
against my hand a little too.  Then I got down on my knees on the
floor, and slid my hand under her dress, slowly up the inside of
her thigh, stroking gently, but going a little higher each time
until I touched the cloth of her panties.  She gave a shy smile.

I paused a moment to relish the reality of my arm out of sight,
up under her dress, my fingers gently stroking the front of her
panties.  Moving my hand around behind her I felt her little butt
and squeezed it.  I had her move her legs a little farther apart,
and used a couple fingers to massage the spot where her legs came
together.  Snaking my finger around the edge of her panties I
felt the smooth flesh inside.  I carefully traced the contours of
her labia, and gently moved up and down the outside of her little
slit.  She looked so innocent and demure.  I then reached up
under her dress with both my hands and gently tugged her panties
down.  I put my hand back to massage her slit again.  This was
just too exciting!  I got up, preparing to race out to find a
nymph to take my seed, but after concentrating a moment decided I
could hold it and turned back to Sue.

In just those few seconds she had pulled her panties back up and
her dress back down and was looking at me very innocently.  I
asked her to slowly raise her dress up, and she said with an coy
grin that she would think about it.  After a few seconds of
thought some thigh came into view.  She had a teasing look as she
showed a little more, then more, and her white panties were then
in view.  She kept raising it until I could see her bellybutton.
Then she quickly let her dress fall down again with a little
impish smile.  I picked up the hem and raised it myself, and when
it was up that high again had her slowly start pulling the
panties down, just a little at a time, until the slit was
visible.  And then she kept slowly pulling them down until she
let them drop to her ankles.  At my request she held the front of
her dress up.

I sat down on the floor in front of her as she stood against the
bed and smelled her stomach and her chest, but my head was soon
at her little labial slit, and my tongue almost of its own accord
found it, and moved up and down for several minutes.  With the
whole area wet with saliva, I gently pulled her labia apart a
little with my fingers and started licking inside, moving up and
down.  Her breathing pattern changed.  She was no longer in a coy
mood.  She started squirming a little, so I stopped.

Then she let her dress drop down so my head and her private parts
were in a cozy little tent.  She braced her little butt against
the bed, bent her knees and spread her legs apart a little more,
and then she pressed her pelvis forward so her labia were even
easier to get at.  I returned my tongue to her labial crack and
started licking and licking.  I could feel her little clitoris,
and very gently licked that each time my tongue came to the top
of a stroke.  I could feel the tension building in her, and it
built in me too.  She started moving her pelvis restlessly, and
finally she pressed her labia against my face hard and gasped and
cried out.

My head swam and I ejaculated right in my pants, then I eased
back out from under her dress, dazed.  She flopped back on the
bed and pulled her dress down to cover herself and lay there
panting.  I had been trying to hold it long enough to get to a
nymph, but no such luck.  I had wet my pants, so to speak, but it
was worth it.  Now I could treasure the moment uninterrupted.  I
lay down next to her, and after a few minutes she turned to me
with a big smile on her face and snuggled up against me.  After
five minutes she fell asleep, and even though my sticky semen was
drying, I stayed there for a full hour until she awoke.

Sue came back soon, and then often.  She wanted more, and I gave
her more.  She wanted to see what was in my pants, so I showed
her a very hard penis.  As I lay on my back she played with it
and rubbed it, and was rewarded with the sight of semen suddenly
spurting out the very end onto my own chest as I moaned with
pleasure.

Sue's parents were very supportive of my program, and Sue herself
wanted to stay, so we made an exception for her and she stayed
for many months.

Her education went much like Annie's but progressed faster.


It was with the arrival of Sue that I developed a passion for
coming in nymphs just watching what she did on her own, not
touching me.

I engaged in a lot of sex with my nymphs in doggy position, since
that left me upright and free to view whatever Sue was doing. 
The nymphs pretty often came while I was watching, but kept their
orgasms quiet so as not to distract me.  Sometimes I felt the
little contractions in the outer part of their vaginas.

It surprised me sometimes how simple things could excite me so
much.  Twelve-year-old Mary had been with us for three weeks and
had a prodigious sexual appetite, and today she was taking the
role of a "guest nymph".  I had mounted her from the rear and was
thrusting away with great pleasure.  Sue skipped around the
corner and gave me her shy smile, which was exciting enough.  But
then she lifted her dress slowly until her panties were showing.
I nearly came right then, but controlled myself.  Sue turned her
butt to me, lifted her dress up and pulled her panties down just
a little. That sent me over the edge; I went crazy with powerful
thrusts and came inside Mary's 12-year-old hungry vagina.

On another day she lifted her dress up slowly, revealing as she
reached where her legs came together that she had no panties, and
she surprised me by peeing right on the floor, standing where she
was.  I could see the stream of pee bubbling out from between her
labia, some running down her leg and some streaming a little away
from her.  From the surprise and intensity of its allure I
actually started fainting in the middle of my orgasm, falling to
the side as my penis sprang out, the third spurt falling on me
instead of in the nymph.

I had ideas too, and one of them I found very special.  I lay on
my back with a nymph straddling me, humping away in earnest, and
then I had Sue stand up on the bed with her feet on either side
of my shoulders.  I shifted my head a little to look up her
dress.  I moved my hands all over the inside of her thighs, and
all around the outside of her panties.  I snaked my fingers
inside the hem to touch her labia and feel the smooth skin. Then
I reached up with both hands to gently tug her panties down, then
spread her labia apart with my fingers to peek.  That tipped me
over the edge and I came inside the nymph with a powerful surge
at just that moment.  I was enjoying the nymph's silky vagina and
mature womanly parts and her urgency, but also taking in Sue's
very essence.  So my crazy lust was for the two of them, but the
nymph took my semen for them both.

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The dynamic duo

Sue was the first little girl who seemed like she might stay a
while, so Annie took an interest in her and coached her.  The two
of them took to each other and became fast friends.  They shared
a hunger to explore their own sexuality.  Their rarer common bond
was a desire to find novel and exciting ways to turn me on and
hear me cry out as I lunged deep into yet another nymph.  Not all
their ideas worked.  I didn't like anything anal, and I didn't
like things that hurt, like spanking.

Here are just a few of the things I remember of what Annie and
Sue did:

They faced each other, and while staring at each other each
raised her own dress a little, showing more and more leg until
their panties both came into view at once.  They then flung their
dresses away, and each put her hand down the front of her own
panties and massaged for a while.  Then Annie withdrew her hand
and put it down the front of Sue's panties, and Sue likewise
transferred her hand over to Annie's.  They started kissing and
massaging each other.  That one always made me surge up inside my
nymph.

Another time Sue and Annie were standing on the floor naked, with
their arms around each other one's necks, gently rubbed their
labia together, up and down.  Then without warning Annie took Sue
and pushed her back on the facing bed, spread her legs apart, and
acted just like I would have acted, including all the thrusting,
except of course she had nothing to thrust with.  But it was
terribly exciting, I had a huge orgasm.

Sometimes I had to beg them to pause a little between exciting
things so I could take a little break.  I wanted to kiss and
thank the departing nymph, catch my breath, and then appreciate
the next gorgeous nymph's butt before sliding my penis in.

One day they lay on the bed, with their feet towards me, but one
knee up in the air so I could see what was happening between
their legs.  They massaged each other's clitoris and labia.  I
adored that.  Then each put her middle finger into the other's
vagina, a little at first but then deeper and deeper, moving in
and out.

I distinctly remember one time I was tired out from so much
humping nymphs from the rear that I was on my back.  Gina was a
12-year-old who I had been having sex with regularly for the last
week, and as a special treat for me (and her) she was playing the
role of a nymph.  I had motioned for her to descend to engulf me
-- even though I was tired, I wanted to feel my penis pressed
inside her.  Annie and Sue wanted her to wait, and I was always
eager to see what the two little ones had up their sleeve.

Sue lay down on one side of me and Annie on the other, and each
lifted her top leg over me, each wriggling her private parts
seductively against my hip bones.  Annie lay on top of me, her
blond hair tickling my face, and she kissed me in a gentle and
provocative way, and I responded.  That was nothing new in
itself, but no less sweet and wonderful for its familiarity.  Sue
positioned herself down below, between my legs, and took the tip
of my penis in her mouth.  She gently stroked my scrotum and the
base of my penis, and then loved the tip with her warm, sweet
mouth.  As I got more excited, she started flicking her tongue
really fast right on my tip.  Annie had done that one of the
first few times I met her, and I had succeeded in getting her
face off of me so I didn't come in her mouth.  Sue had no
intention of being dislodged, though that was difficult to even
attempt with Annie lying on me.

My view of her was blocked by Annie's body, but I pictured Sue's
sweet face enveloping my penis and I strained upward and emptied
my loins in ecstasy right into her mouth.  Feeling my orgasm
subside, Annie slid off of me to the side.  Sue crawled up my
chest and opened her mouth so my semen slid out and formed a pool
on my chest.  The two girls then put their fingers in it and
spread it on their own labia.  They started giggling as they
competed for the last couple fingerfuls.

Annie moved out to my left side on the bed, extending my arm
straight out to the side.  She whispered in my ear, "Give me the
finger!"

She then scooched out to where my hand was.  I was not at all
angry with my dear Annie, but I figured she knew what she was
doing, and even at my age there was a little touch of excitement
at making that naughty hand-sign.  I made a fist and put my
middle finger straight up.  She then descended on it, with her
legs spread to the side in a W formation but facing the head of
the bed, working slowly up and down until my finger was up inside
her.  The knuckles of my other fingers were then positioned to
press against her vulva, and my thumb right at her clitoris.  Sue
whispered in my other ear, "Me too.  Give me the finger!"  So she
did the same thing on the other side.

My arms were spread wide, and I was literally performing the "up
yours" implied by the hand sign, though in this case it was the
sweet welcoming vagina that it was "up".  Sue then gestured to
the adolescent Gina, who smiled and shook her head in amazement
at what she saw, but then moved below the two girls and engulfed
my upward-jutting penis inside her.  I then had one middle finger
in Sue, the other in Annie, and my penis inside Gina.  It is in
the nature of the male to want to insert, to be engulfed, that
defines his most primitive sexuality.  Inserting a finger into a
vagina is exciting as part of foreplay, and of course inserting a
penis is the very essence of the act.  My instinct was now
satisfied three times at once.

Each of the girls was proving that she welcomed the intrusion as
she moved against me, getting just the right pressure and rhythm
and jerky little ups and downs as her excitement grew.  By
wiggling my thumbs I was actively contributing to their pleasure
too.  Gina was making similar ups and downs and jerky movements
as her pleasure grew.  This was truly heavenly.  I tried to hold
out, and Gina herself would have cooperated, but her vagina was
telling me in no uncertain terms that it wanted some semen in it,
and it did not want to wait any longer.

The vagina won.  So with my eyes locked on her perfect, smiling
face, I came just as she did, lunging upwards so my spurts
matched her powerful contractions.  Sue and Annie took it in and
redoubled their efforts.  Sue's jerky rhythm got more intense and
in a few seconds she came, followed a few seconds later by Annie.
I had the momentary image of ejaculating semen out the tip of
each middle finger.  As young as they were, I could faintly feel
the contractions in the lower part of their vaginas as they came.

We repeated that trinity of insertions many times, one finger
each in my little girls and one penis in a nymph.


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