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Author: Sterling
Title: The Father Needs More (PART 2 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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Sterling

And now, our feature presentation.  Enjoy!


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The Father Needs More (PART 2 of 2)


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The fundamental desire

Annie and Sue both liked to see my sexual apparatus out in the
open.  They saw it in action day in and day out, my penis sliding
erect into a nymph.  Then a few minutes (or seconds) later they
saw it slide out.  They could see the lower part of my shaft
going in and out, and my scrotum going back and forth, but my
pleasure and my ejaculation were deep inside the nymph.  Sue in
particular occasionally liked to push me onto my back, and after
kissing and fondling my penis -- which was plenty sufficient to
give me a straining erection -- she would hold it in her small
hand, and jerk up and down.  She liked watching me tense and
strain upward as the globs of semen flew through the air.

We discovered that a modified whirrer could harvest semen when it
landed on my skin like that.  The counts had not been good way
back in the old days when it was just me all alone giving myself
a hand job, but in these social situations with little girls, the
counts were pretty good.  A nymph's vagina was not always
necessary.

One thing they both liked was using my penis a little like a
squirt gun.  One day they were both huddled with their long hair
spread over my pelvis every which way, their faces right at my
penis.  Annie first had me extremely excited by the ministrations
of her mouth, then finished me off with some hand strokes, but
instead of letting the semen land up on my chest and stomach, she
quick pointed it so it was Sue's face that got the sticky globs.
Sue was startled at first, but they were soon both in hysterics.
On a couple other occasions one of them tried lying with her
mouth open a foot away, the other seeing if she could aim a spurt
to land right in the open mouth, but that didn't work.  The
trajectory of my spurts wasn't predictable enough.

One thing I liked was to poke my penis inside panties from
various angles and rub against the cloth or labia in some
combination and make a little mess in the panties.

Sue consulted with Annie and they devised a plan.  They had me
stand facing a bed which was adjusted to just the right height. 
Annie lay back on the bed with her crotch facing me and her legs
wide apart.  Her labia were very near the edge of the bed, only a
few inches from my penis.  Sue stroked me until I was very hard.
Annie held her labia apart and looked at me alluringly, and Sue
aimed my penis right at Annie's vagina.

I think she was prepared to stroke me to orgasm, but she didn't
have a chance.  My penis was twitching as she aimed it, and the
moment Annie spread her labia I lost control momentarily.  I
lunged forward and ejaculated, groaning with the intensity of the
orgasm.  My glans pressed with some force against Annie's inner
labia as I spurted.  It wasn't enough for me to start penetrating
her, but both girls were a little quiet for a few seconds.   
Their plan had been for my penis to spurt semen right onto
Annie's vulva, but not to press hard against it.  Their plan was
foiled because I hadn't totally controlled my deepest impulses.

This was something we all wanted to try again, but next time I
was considerably farther away.  I wanted to be closer, but didn't
want to risk penetration and didn't want to have to hold back my
impulses.  So the staff constructed a device where my penis could
strain forward, but there were firm cushions out several inches
on either side that kept me from going forward too much, no
matter how hard I pushed.  The whole device was firmly anchored
to the floor. With a little pre-calibration, I could lunge
forward with all my strength, and watch the tip of my penis touch
right up against the little girl's labia, pressing them in just a
little bit while my semen shot right up against her vaginal
opening.

Obviously what I really wanted at some level was to consummate
true sexual intercourse and thrust inside Sue and Annie to
ejaculate deep inside them.  But that just wouldn't work.  I was
too big.  They were too small.

Annie had an idea.  They got my staff to fashion a couple
miniature replicas of my penis, about the size of my middle
finger.  Now while I moved into missionary position with a nymph,
Annie could lie on the nymph's stomach with her vulva facing me,
and then slide the miniature in and out to match my own rhythm
exactly.  The first couple times there was no rhythm to match
because I came just watching the miniature slide into Annie.

It was nymph Amanda who had the next idea involving a fairly
elaborate apparatus.  First we constructed a fake vagina,
fastened to the same immobile frame that kept me from pushing too
far forward.  The inside was heated and lubricated so it was
remarkably like a nymph's.  We then made a moving assembly that
had one of the miniature penises sticking straight forward like
an extension of mine.  Behind, it was attached to tracks to
restrict its motion to forward and back, that motion controlled
by my pelvis.  There was a mini-funnel right at the tip of my
penis leading to a model urethra inside the model penis.

All but the very tip of my penis was still free to take pleasure
from sliding against the fake vagina.  When all was assembled I
could push the model penis into Annie or Sue's vagina, and when I
ejaculated, the fluid surging out of me would travel the length
of the miniature and spurt out its end.  I could strain forward
as far as I wanted but the penis would not go deeper than
planned.

First I fondled Annie all over, and licked her labia and clitoris
until she was very excited.  She then slid into position and I
slid into my apparatus.  Holding her labia apart gently, I gently
pushed the miniature against her, and just as I saw it touch, I
felt my own penis touch the fake vagina.  I slid in slowly, but
Annie was in no discomfort.  Quite the opposite.  She came after
I thrust for a minute, and I convulsed with a huge orgasm.  I
felt myself spurt, and a couple seconds later I saw some of my
semen sliding back out of Annie's vagina.  That orgasm was
suffused with something different, some very deep part of me
deeply satisfied.

I couldn't get enough of this.  On the first day I did the same
thing with Sue, then did it again with Annie, then Sue, then
Annie, then Sue, and then Annie before stopping due to
exhaustion.  The girls didn't have orgasms every time, but they
were beaming with delight.  They wanted me inside them too. 
There was a large surge in semen effectiveness.  Extra egg donors
were flown in and put in temporary housing to accommodate my
increased potency.  The world had a baby boom starting nine
months later.

As the weeks went by, Sue and Annie compared notes and then told
the staff that the miniature penises no longer gave them that
same full feeling they loved.  First the staff fashioned slightly
larger penises, then slightly larger, then we decided to talk to
their doctors.  The gynecologist and pediatrician discovered that
their vaginas were maturing sexually.  Nothing else was -- no
breasts and no pubic hair, for instance, but their vaginas were
getting deeper and bigger, and providing more lubrication just
like a woman's would.  The most likely cause was the semen that I
delivered inside them.  Most of it slid out, but some stayed
inside, bathing their vaginal tissues.  Semen has powerful
hormonal components, including prostaglandins.  Apparently this
triggered sexual maturation of the vagina.  This finding had
never before been reported, but then no little girls had been
doing what Annie and Sue were.

The model penises kept getting bigger and bigger.  One day
Annie's was as big as my own penis.

I met Annie up in the highest turret of the Residence.  We did
all of our usual making out.  Then came the moment when I lowered
myself on top of her, and ever so gently pressed my glans against
her labia.  There was no apparatus, just two naked humans on a
bed.  The labia gave way easily.  I went in farther, a little at
a time, and was thrilled by the perfect fit.  Then I was in to
the hilt, and started sliding back and forth slowly, then faster.
What I saw was Annie's lovely blonde hair and blue eyes and
pretty face, her totally flat chest and breast buds, and her
narrow waist and hips.  A child's body, from top to bottom -- 
except where my penis was.  As my strokes got faster I felt her
tensing up.  We had our eyes locked on each other, and I gave my
tremendous surge just as she had her own orgasm.  Barely able to
hold myself up, I flopped down beside her and we hugged side by
side.  I started crying for joy, and she did too.  We didn't let
go for a long time.

We did it two more times, and although I wouldn't have pushed it,
Annie made quick trips to the bathroom to do her own whirring,
proud to finally be a full part of the fertilization project. 
She harvested from her vagina some of the most effective semen
ever collected.

Sue reached the same point a couple months later, and we had a
similarly spectacular time.  I mounted dear Sue in a little
alcove under some pines  She got shy again for the occasion.  Her
body was just as much a little girl's body as Annie's, though a
little different, of course.  Sue whirred too.  The baby boom
continued.  It increased.

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Change

Sue had parents and a family who she had been in touch with
regularly.  They were staunch supporters of my enterprise and had
been very liberal in terms of loaning me their little girl. 
However, they wanted her back.  Although Sue had very mixed
feelings, on balance she wanted to go back too.  It was a tearful
farewell over the course of many days, the last few sessions just
hugging and talking with no sex.  Annie stayed.

After two years Penelope made it known she would be willing to
work for me again, and I took her back in a flash.  That meant a
great deal to me (worth a 0.5% increase in replacement
percentage).  I had originally chosen Penelope because I sensed
in her an incorruptible moral sense.  That moral sense had been
unable to accept my having sex with little girls.  Her principles
were immune to any cost-benefit analysis.  While she hadn't
changed her moral code itself, the way she interpreted my
pedophilic behavior and its relationship to humanity had adjusted
slightly.

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In the Dark

My staff arranged many little surprises for me to keep things
interesting.  In a particularly memorable one, I first went into
a dark antechamber, where the sign in elaborate old-fashioned
script read "Nudity and silence are recommended", and the door
closed behind me, leaving me in complete darkness as I stripped.
As I opened the door to the room itself I never had the slightest
glimpse of what was inside.  But I heard rustling noises.

I started groping my way forward.  There was a bed in front of
me, and I found a naked foot, and followed it up to a knee.  I
could have gone higher, but wanted to orient myself to this new
room a little more.  Groping along the side of that bed I ran
into a shoulder, though it couldn't have been of the same person.
Then I ran into a shoe.  I followed that shoe and sock up to a
calf, and a knee, and kept going this time.  There was no sign of
a dress or skirt.  As I reached the top of the thigh, there
between her legs were hair and labia unobstructed by panties.  I
followed up farther and found a stomach and a pair of breasts
that felt perfect.  Then there was a face, and a head with short
hair.  But I wasn't ready to commit myself quite yet.

My feet then nearly stumbled over a mattress on the floor, but
when I bent down I found a dress, and I found it erotic to get
oriented by feel to what was wearing the dress.  It was a person
on her stomach.  I reached my hand up under the dress, and as I
did the legs moved apart a little.  Where they met was a pair of
panties.  I hesitated just a moment before I slid my fingers
around inside, and met with silky smooth labia, which I stroked a
little.  My erection was rock-solid.  I could feel next to this
person a leg with pantyhose on.  There was a lot in this room. 
It was time to dive in.  I got a definite sense I was going to
appreciate the performance-enhancing drugs that let me keep my
erection and have a great many orgasms in a short period of time.

So I moved back to the body with the shoe on the foot, and worked
my way up one leg and down the other, finding a shoe on the other
foot too before returning to the soft pubic hair and labia.  I
took the shoes off and lay my body down on top of this woman, and
felt around her face to find her lips and started kissing her,
which she reciprocated with enthusiasm.  We kissed for a while,
and I massaged her breasts before exploring between her legs. 
She was quite wet inside.  She found my penis and was pointing it
in the direction of her vagina.  So I followed her lead and slid
in, and then pumped away slowly, then faster.  She was thrusting
up against me, definitely reciprocating.  I had a strong orgasm
up inside this mystery woman, with several spurts.  In line with
the theme, I tried to stay quiet, and so did she, but we were
both breathing heavily.

As I lay resting, a pair of hands started enticingly sliding up
the inside of my thighs.  Someone also took my left hand and
gently moved to press it into her crotch, which was pretty much
smooth with a little hair.  The labia and regions within were
thoroughly lubricated.  A finger fit inside easily, but two was
tight.  I slid off my first woman to explore the rest of this new
one.  She had rather large breasts up under her loose-fitting
shirt which had slid down to the sides.  I found her face under
some long hair, and started kissing as the rest of my body got
into position.  She spread her legs wide when given a nudge. 
Since two fingers had not fit comfortably despite the thorough
engorgement and lubrication of her vulva, I presumed she was a
virgin.  This was probably going to hurt her, but then she was
encouraging me.

While I kissed her I found both her hands and interlocked our
fingers, and then I pressed her arms in close to her body,
enveloping her.  I sucked each breast just a little, and then I
pressed my penis with increasing force and having pressed through
her hymen I slid in.  She gasped slightly.  After I had worked my
way in deep with a few strokes, I felt like making this quick.  I
thrust hard and I came engulfed by a storm of pleasure, feeling
strong semen spurts safely delivered up inside her.  There were
hands fondling various parts of me, but for the moment I was just
resting in the afterglow with my young virgin.

As I recovered, one pair of hands was gently pulling me onto my
back, and I followed that lead.  There was a lot of motion then.
Someone was breathing in my ear and nibbling it, and it seemed
like a small girl, which I verified by quickly sliding my hand
down the length of her small torso and under her dress, and then
down inside the front of her panties to find smooth labia.  She
rubbed against me in a gentle but sexual way.  Someone else found
that arm and gently pulled it and my other hand up in the air
above my chest, where they landed on a pair of breasts, and then
down from there to some hips and a fully mature female crotch
which was rapidly descending.  One of the hands found my hard
penis and guided it into the natural opening in this female
crotch as it descended.

I could have steered things differently, but I was delighted to
feel my penis swallowed up inside a hot, slick but almost sticky
vagina as the crotch descended right onto me.  The crotch began
to slide up and down with great urgency, and within not too many
seconds I felt the body tense, and a holding of breath, and then
little contractions as the crotch locked itself down on me
tightly.  I had a mild orgasm and ejaculated at the same time,
feeling my gentle spurts match her contractions.  I couldn't help
let out a groan of pleasure, and it seemed like there was a
rustle all around the room.

I happened to put my arm up and ran into a mechanical device
being passed above me.  I grabbed it and quickly determined that
it was clearly a whirrer, but I had not heard any whirring.  A
silent variant, I guess.  This device was gliding into the
vaginas I had ejaculated inside to harvest my semen.  I surmised
the little vials were being passed around to one or more holes in
the wall.  This was quite the operation, for total darkness.

The assertive crotch that had engulfed me disengaged and moved
away, and there was other motion.  Something landed on my chest
almost at my neck.  Using my hands I determined this was another
young girl.  She felt no bigger than a girl of four or so, though
we didn't take girls that young.  I had recently entertained an
especially small six-year-old, and probably I was meeting her
here again.  I felt all around her lovely shortish hair and face.
I soaked up her delicious little-girl smell.  Her tiny hands
were scoping out my head too, and as they did she wriggled
towards me so her crotch was right at my face.  I sniffed her
delicious labia, then started licking them in earnest.  She
squirmed a little, but she was not trying to get away.

While I was doing that, a pair of lips started kissing my penis,
and tentatively moved over the tip.  I didn't give any body
language to object, so the lips took me in and started licking to
very tantalizing effect.  Someone was racing hands up and down
the inside of my thighs alluringly; it might have been the same
person, but it was hard to tell.  Some hand took my right hand
and gently placed it at a new and different set of female parts,
and then invited me to slide a finger into her vagina, while her
associated labial parts including clitoris were in my hand.  I
slid my finger in and out, and she rubbed against me gently but
with an unmistakable sexual urgency.

Someone found my other hand and was guiding it somewhere else,
but I drew back.  I needed some part of me free.  I used that
left hand to feel more clearly the outlines of the sweet little
girl whose clitoris my tongue was licking at gently.  She became
a little tense and spread her legs wider so her crotch pressed on
my face more.  The mouth that was over my penis flicked its
tongue fast, and the waves of pleasure surged rapidly and my head
spun in pleasure as I came, shooting semen into that darling
mouth, which if anything took my penis a little farther in.

The little girl on my face didn't have the discipline of silence
at that point, so she laughed in pleasure, and then yelped as she
tensed for a few seconds.  She then relaxed and was starting to
slide off, but I held her gently with my left hand and lay her
down flat on my chest, where I kissed and hugged her, and she
snuggled against me.  Meanwhile I sensed the mouth I had filled
with semen was being gently vacuumed.  I hugged the little girl
for a few minutes, while the vagina and labia my right hand was
in were getting soupier and soupier, and she kept going and
going.  Now I was feeling a little claustrophobic, so patting
that soupy vagina farewell, I gently shook myself free, lying the
little girl carefully on the bed after kissing her a few last
times.

I sat up from the bed and stood, then went back to the mattress
on the floor, feeling my way around to get my bearings.  There
were various other bodies on it, and stepping carefully I got
over the mattress and discovered two other beds in the room, each
of them holding lots of woman and girl flesh.  This was an
amazing experience!

I found a large body part with wool over it, and after diagnosing
it found it was the rear end of a fully-grown woman with a skirt
over it.  The woman was on a mattress on the floor, the butt was
sticking up in the air, and the rest of the woman trailed away on
the mattress.  That was good enough for me.  I found lower down
some knee socks, but nothing but smooth womanly flesh up under
the skirt, ending in a pair of panties.  The woman inside the
panties wriggled against my hand.  I wanted what was inside those
panties, and I wanted it right that moment.

So I pulled hard and felt the panties rip.  I quickly maneuvered
my torso up behind her while flipping up her skirt.  With my hand
up through the ripped panties, I found a set of labia with
especially thick secretions, which I didn't even spread as I
lunged my penis into her.  The labia gave way and partly slid
into her vagina with my penis, but after the next couple strokes
they stayed outside.

With one hand I felt her silky blouse and the bra underneath, but
I was really thinking only of the enveloping hot sticky flesh up
under the ripped panties, and after half a minute of vigorous
thrusting I heaved up inside her and couldn't help a loud grunt
as I felt my penis pulse, pulse, pulse as it delivered another
load of semen, and pleasure spread like a warm bath down my legs
and up my chest and out to the tips of my fingers.  For some
reason I wanted to stay in her, so I kept pressing in after I had
finished coming, and after a minute or so my erection subsided
and I pulled out.  I stood and fended off the probing hands to
rest for a couple minutes.

I found another bed and it seemed it was just covered with women.
Reaching back in a straight line from the edge there was an arm,
a stomach, then two parallel arms, and another stomach, another
two arms and yet another stomach.  Following a parallel line to
the left there between pairs of legs a mound and tuft of hair,
and beyond that another mound and luxurious forest of hair, and
beyond that another.  Three pairs of breasts to my right.  My
body went into overdrive.

I moved the leg nearest me out at right angles to the others, and
found beneath the pubic bone a pair of hands, and when exploring
between them found a very slick vaginal opening exposed, with the
hands holding back the labia.  So I jockeyed myself into position
and thrust my hard penis into that vagina.  I could slide
smoothly to the end of that one very quickly, after which the
hands left the labia and moved to my butt, pushing me down and
in.  Holding myself up on my hands, I thrust very fast and deep
and felt another intense orgasm wash over me as I once again
ejaculated, high up inside her.

After a mere fifteen seconds or so I withdrew, because the woman
to my left was stroking my face and chest.  I moved over and the
first woman got up.  I then shoved this new woman's leg out at
right angles to her body, using the space just vacated.  I was in
a frenzy, and did the most minimal check to make sure her vagina
was somewhat lubricated, at least.  I heaved into her, thrust ten
times and came inside her, this new orgasm overlapping with the
previous one.  More hands were running over my legs and back and
face, but I had one thing in mind.  I gently nudged that woman
out of the way as my hard penis withdrew from her.

The last woman was almost falling off the bed.  I scooched her
over towards me and then rolled her on her side facing away, and
I lifted her leg and she held it up.  I felt between her legs for
her vagina, centered just where it had to be.  Her secretions had
been running down her labia into her anal area, but I didn't care
much about that.  I plunged into her from the rear, on our sides,
and thrust away.  She arched her back to let me get deeper.  And
I pressed in deep over and over again, feeling the new orgasm
rise within me.  I pressed in once deep, feeling the end of her
vagina as I gave a spurt of semen to cover it, then pulled back
and pressed again and felt another spurt.  I pulled back once
more and with abandon pressed very hard against her, which pushed
her so far she fell off the bed.  She landed with a thunk, my
penis whipping out of her as she went.  I could hear her
giggling, so I knew she wasn't hurt.

I had mated with all three women on the bed and cleared it off,
so I lay on my back to catch my breath.  My penis did shrink
then.  More hands determined it had shrunk.  I felt one warm body
move in on my left and snuggle against my side, while another
moved in from the right.  A little exploring found ample curves
and breasts on the one to the left, and only a hint of them on
the smallish one to my right.  But I lay back and even fell
asleep from so much mating.

But it wasn't too many minutes later I felt warm hands gently
teasing my testicles and penis, which promptly grew hard again. 
And then I felt knees straddling me and another crotch was
descending onto me.  I felt it relax after it had hit the tip of
my penis, but this was still a very tight fit.  It could with a
little effort surround me.  Feeling around the area there was no
trace of pubic hair or stubble, and racing my hands up I felt no
sign of breasts above me.  Long hair from around that face fell
down and tickled my own face and chest.

The vagina was lubricated, perhaps artificially, and proceeded to
move up and down on me, pressing down, but it could envelop only
about 3/4 of my penis.  I pulled her down on top of me and kissed
her and stroked her hair.  I thrust inside her, but just an inch
or so in either direction.  It was a slow-burning orgasm that
took over me then, and at the end I pressed in daintily only as
far as my penis would go easily as I felt more globs of semen
shoot out and into her.  Not much motion.  After a few seconds
she drew herself up and off of me.

The female super-organism that occupied this room didn't wait
long, though.  Finding I was still hard, another crotch, this one
fully mature, lowered itself on me.  Once it had me buried to the
hilt, it thrust up and down, with jerky motions mashing our pubic
hair back and forth, picked up speed, and then I felt it freeze
and the vagina give a few pulses.  I was still a bit too worn out
to come myself.  She collapsed on top of me, but I could feel
hands prying her off.  I was hard and aroused then, wanting
another vagina somehow.  I started to turn over, but gentle hands
pushed me back down.

At that point I felt another vagina slipping over my penis, but
it only took in about two inches, and then moved back and forth
quickly, using the powerful muscles around the vaginal opening to
squeeze me quite hard.  She moved a bit faster.  I was itching to
be in deeper, so I found her butt with my hands and pulled her
down on me.  She resisted some, but I was stronger and needed to
be in her deep.  So I pulled her down on me and proceeded to draw
my penis in and out at my full length.

The little strokes she had been using led me to crave huge long
strokes in compensation.  As one went after the other I felt that
itch of approaching orgasm and with one final heave felt the
first spurt shoot down the length of my penis, arriving just as
the tip reached its deepest point.  I pulled back just a couple
inches and heaved again and felt the second spurt.  I kept going
back and forth just an inch or so, in to the hilt, and finally
froze myself far into her for a half minute.  Then I was having
trouble breathing, so I gently pushed her off me to the side.

I felt another woman beside me, perfectly proportioned as far as
my fingers could tell, and once again having labia and vagina
right where they should be.  As I turned myself over on top of
her and slid my penis in, I felt her innards were coated with a
thicker than usual lubricant and also had a very slightly rough
texture.  I could feel exhaustion setting in, but I wanted this
one more woman in the most standard missionary position I could
manage, so I did, spreading her legs very wide apart with
successive pushes of my knees, feeling her breasts with one hand,
but then with both hands I lifted myself up to rear above her,
pressing in over and over and over again.

I felt her tense and stifle a cry after a minute, but I kept
going, pressing in deep.  After another two minutes I felt her
tense again and felt a few hints of pulses of her vaginal walls.
I redoubled my thrusting and after ten more thrusts felt my penis
spurting inside her several times as I just kept thrusting and
thrusting away as deep as I could go.  When every trace of the
orgasm had passed, I lowered my head to kiss each nipple and her
lips, and fell heavily beside her on my back.

Other hands started touching me, but I writhed to signal I had
had enough.  The tone then changed.  I then felt a sweet kiss on
my arm, then on my chest, then on my hip, one on my forehead. 
The kisses were coming from all directions, and I heard a
rustling around me, as women and girls were lining up for a
chance to get close enough to kiss me, then sliding out of the
way to let more in to kiss.  I was dripping with sweat by this
point.  I felt a sheet pulled up gently to my neck, a last couple
of pats on my forehead, and then I fell asleep for a long time. 
When I awoke there was a small nightlight illuminating the room
showing all the empty beds and mattresses.  I fell back to sleep
with a glowing smile on my face.

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Life in the sex wing other than sex

My main connection with the entire Sex wing was the sex, but I
should say a bit about the broader picture.  When the first
nymphs came up, we didn't have a long-term strategy.  They stayed
there until they wanted to go or I was tired of them, then they
left.  End of story.  But being sexually available 24/7 for
months at a time is kind of draining, no matter how lucky a nymph
might feel to have been chosen.  So we built a section off the
Sex wing where I was not allowed (well, I took a few guided
tours).  Nymphs had days off when they could be there in a
non-sexual mode, without even having to be prepared to see me
mounting some other nymph.  In that part the nymphs stayed fully
dressed and acted with the sort of decorum one would expect in
the outside world.

They had whatever amenities there that were feasible, including
exercise rooms and a small stage and theater.  Just about any
band or celebrity in the world would jump at a chance to perform
up at the Residence.  There were no traditional beauty parlors,
because I did not want any make-up or unnatural hairstyles or
dyed hair.  A swimming pool and larger theaters were down on the
flatlands, in the same complex as the nymph training center. 
Nymphs also had longer vacations, when they could go out in the
world for weeks or months at a time.

Some decided not to return, but most did.  No nymph was allowed
to stay beyond five years.  Very occasionally I would break that
rule.  The average stay was about three years.  Nymphs who went
out to the wider world on vacation could do anything they wanted,
including sex with other men, but in any case upon their return
there was a substantial quarantine where we made sure they were
clean in every respect.

The teenage virgins generally stayed only a few weeks.  A few who
I especially adored were invited to return to become nymphs. 
After returning to normal life for several months to get
perspective, they got to decide whether they wanted to do that or
not.  They usually wanted to, and their parents could often be
convinced.  The rewards were lavish, and it was just a very
exciting place to be.

Most little girls came and went within a few weeks.  A few got to
stay longer, and a tiny handful stayed on indefinitely.  Annie
was the first, and Sue the second.

The net result of this was that there was a large collection of
girls and young women up at the Residence spanning quite a range
of ages.  It had similarities to a girls' boarding school.  The
girls got an education.  Superb teachers and college professors
came up to tutor and teach for a few months at a time.  I myself
had plenty to learn, though I did pick and choose.  The chances I
would ever get to do any other sort of work were very small.

I also had conversations with nymphs -- I was not always having
sex with them.  Some of them were deep thinkers and good
conversational companions.  I transferred some to my staff or the
training center so I could have them as friends.  We often had
sex too, if they were interested.

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Marrying Annie

Eventually the rest of Annie started maturing to catch up with
her vagina, and I admired greatly the first signs of nipple
enlargement and breast puffing at the very first moments when her
body diverged from the path a boy's would take.  I licked and
adored the first two pubic hairs.  She was happy for me to touch
her and cherish her all I wanted.  As her hormones surged within
her, her already formidable libidinal energies increased.

As much as I adored Annie as she developed, I also missed little
girls.  My staff sought more candidates, but it was hard to find
anyone who could replace the special intimacy Annie and Sue had
offered so happily.  Annie got involved in the screening process
in a more systematic way than she had when we were looking for
Sue.  She looked over the hundreds of videos of little girl
applicants, and she knew what she was looking for.  And when a
little girl got to the training center, Annie could ask frank
questions that it was hard for my staff to ask:  "How do you feel
about seeing a naked man with his thingie all big and hard?"

Along with screening, she could also do some salesmanship.  She
had done these things and enjoyed them, and as she was a few
years older the girls looked up to her.  She could watch how they
went about sticking their fingers into their little vaginas and
tell something important about them.  Up at the Residence, she
could train them.  Even with all that screening, it still took
her five tries to find a girl who could more or less replace her
or Sue, and another three to find a second one.

Annie had already gone home after her initial few weeks with me
and been orphaned during that time.  Aside from whirlwind
sightseeing trips where she stayed surrounded by my staff, she
never left the Residence and her adoptive mother Ruth.  She was
an extraordinary person, empathetic, funny, and brilliant.  At 14
and 15, I took to starting my night more often with Annie and
relegating Sally to a later shift.  As she turned 16, we began
joking about my marrying her.

Then we talked more and joked less.  I would be spectacularly
unfaithful, on a scale unknown to history.  Even at night she
could only sleep with me a couple hours.  But to her very core
she was behind my program and didn't have a jealous bone in her
body.  I was the only man she had known since she was six.  We
had been having sex in various forms ever since then.  I wanted
some tangible symbol to show she was special, and she wanted that
too.  Despite the highly unusual circumstances, marriage was the
symbol we wanted.

In the wider world, we could have filled any number of football
stadiums full of people wanting a chance to see John Smith get
married.  We considered an event with hundreds down in the
theater at the training center.  But it would not have been easy
to decide who would be invited and who would not. It was a
potential political as well as personal nightmare.  What's more,
lots of the people in our lives were transient -- young women or
girls who would be gone in a few years or a few weeks. 
Eventually, we had a simple ceremony.  Ruth symbolically gave
Annie away and filled the role of maid of honor.  My witness was
Penelope.  No one was really suitable to officiate, so no one
really did.  A Justice of the Peace on my staff recorded it.  For
our honeymoon we rented an island in the Caribbean.  But we both
had had enough after just a couple days.  We belonged at the
Residence.

One of the privileges nymphs had was the ability to bear a child
in the normal fashion.  As my wife, Annie was without question
entitled to that privilege.  But she was a member of the new
generation.  She didn't want to get nauseous, then bloated and
stretched.  She wanted to be an egg donor, and have not just one
child but many.  Dozens.  Hundreds.  As many as she could.  Let
other women carry them and birth them and raise them.

We decided to go down to the heart of sperm central the first
time she was to become a mother.  A visit from John Smith and his
wife was a rare event and an honor, so a half dozen people had
joined us.    She had been treated with hormones upstairs and had
her eggs harvested there. We brought them down with us in a
little jar.  Sperm central was a busy place.  Refrigerators,
loading docks for fleets of cars, helicopter pads.  Not many
trucks.  What came in was time-sensitive and arrived from a
variety of places, and what we produced was also time-sensitive
and heading to a variety of places, but it was all quite small. 
There was a great deal of computer equipment for record-keeping.

In the central room where fertilization actually took place,
fifty or so jars of eggs were waiting.  We got to watch a
technician release a tiny drop of semen into each one, where the
thousands of sperm would furiously wriggle about in search of
eggs, and find hundreds of them.    That batch of semen was
probably from when we had had sex not long before heading down. 
The semen had as usual been carefully treated and mixed with just
the right additives to optimize its performance when put into
jars of waiting eggs.  The technician on hand was prepared to
take Annie's little jar and put it in the row with the others,
but that seemed a little too mechanical to both of us.  She had
another idea.

Annie asked everyone else if they would please leave.  The
retinue left promptly if reluctantly.  We then asked the
technician if she would leave.  She said her orders were very
strict, and leaving the process unattended was unthinkable.  I
said that was very conscientious of her, but I would take
responsibility.  She said her supervisor would surely fire her
for such a dereliction of duty.  I pointed out that her
supervisor and his supervisor and on up a few levels all worked
for me, and I would take responsibility.  With great reluctance
she left and closed the door behind her.

Placing her jar carefully on a counter, Annie circled my neck
with her arms and kissed me with passion but a certain air of
solemnity too.  My erection rose quickly.  I was dressed somewhat
formally for this momentous occasion, but she loosened my pants
and dropped them midway down my thighs and was soon caressing my
erect penis.  She took the tip in her mouth and quickly got me
very excited.  She then reached for her jar, opened the lid and
said, in her best little girl voice, "Here's where you're
supposed to go to the bathroom, Mr. Penis." She then put it right
at the tip of my penis while she stroked it.

Memories of our first few months together when she was a little
girl came flooding back, and within seconds semen came flooding
out, most of it right into the little jar.  I staggered, and she
held me.  We both laughed.  After I had done up my pants again,
she put the cover back on the jar and we looked at the milky
white contents.  The genetic blueprints for a hundred or more of
our joint biological children were being decided as we watched,
egg after egg inviting in that one special sperm cell.

We opened the door and the technician was relieved to be allowed
back in.  Annie handed her the jar, which was fuller and much
cloudier than the others.  The technician picked up on what we
had done and started turning just a little pink; we both laughed.

------------
The Future

I haven't mentioned that ever since my special powers were
discovered the scientists have been drawing my blood and taking
some of the semen samples for research.  My DNA has been more
thoroughly sequenced than that of any other creature.  They have
discovered nothing of practical benefit but can now say that if
my ability is the result of specific genes, it is a combination
of at least nine of them.  Despite a great deal of effort,
cloning me has not worked -- no human has been cloned.  They
asked everyone in Secaucus as much as they could remember about
every place I had been as a child, every person I had seen, every
food item I had consumed.

We just found out that China has been carrying on a research
program ever since they had their first egg donors.  They
selected 200 girl babies born of those pregnancies and placed
them in a special program where they were brought to sexual
maturity by means of hormone treatments at about age three. They
were flown to the US and in the secrecy of the Chinese aircraft
on the tarmac their eggs were harvested.  Those eggs were taken
into Sperm Central to be fertilized along with all the others
from around the world.  When the babies from those pregnancies
were born, the daughters were also taken back into the program
and had their eggs harvested at age three and the process
repeated.

China has not allowed anyone access to the girls whose puberty
was forced at an early age.  Experts in other countries believe
they will have a greatly increased incidence of reproductive
cancers.  But in practice the majority of the world will not
complain.

After eight generations there are little girls in China whose
genes are 255 parts from me and one part from one of those
original 200 egg donors.  Each of those generations also
contained a great many sons who have been tracked as they have
grown up.  Some have had their puberty accelerated by hormones,
and some have been allowed to develop normally.  Two of my sons
who have 31/32 of their genes from me and were brought to puberty
at age ten have now been demonstrated to produce semen that can
fertilize eggs.  One of them is 0.2% as effective as I am, and
the other is 4.1% as effective. As the Chinese backcross breeding
continues, we are all hopeful that we can develop a supply of
fertile  men like me.


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Reflecting

This story only covers the time since I decided I needed sex with
girls in order to be happy and fertilize the embryos the world
needed.  But of course when I think of my life I think back
further than that.

I have come a long way from being an average boy in Secaucus, New
Jersey.  I remember my first awkward explorations with Amy, then
our more regular sex, and then my world turning upside down when
she became pregnant.

I have never felt average or inconspicuous since.

After Amy came Winnie, who I at first thought of as my one true
love, but she was not outlet enough for what the world needed of
me.  We brought in my high school flames Sally and Julie, and
those three define the era of girls I had known before I was
famous.  Their children are the ones who have known me as a
father, a father who is there to hug them and read stories to
them and watch them grow.

Then came the era of the nymphs, women carefully screened to be
ideal mates for a sex-hungry sperm donor like me.  With nymphs I
indulged every fantasy I had, my erotic fulfillment translating
into more babies.

Things went well in that pattern for about 12 years.  Then I
needed girls folded into the mix, and we wrestled with making
pedophilia work for me, for the girls, and for public opinion.  I
think we did a pretty good job of it, to the lasting benefit of
the world.

Just about everyone in the younger generation knows their birth
mother, and they all know their genetic father -- me.  We keep
meticulous records at the fertilization center of everyone's
genetic mother, information we reveal when appropriate.  We also
record the female out of whose vagina came the semen that
fathered each person.  This latter bit of information has not
been divulged so far, but might be if circumstances warrant.  If
it is revealed, large segments of the population will find out
that they were born of pedophilia.  Their fathering sperm surged
from my loins because of my passion for Annie, Sue, or the other
little girls.  It spent a little of its time wriggling in those
little girl vaginas, blindly hoping to find an egg within the
girl.

And finally I became a married man. My wife is Annie, one of
those girls, now all grown up.

The doctors report a curious thing.  Somewhere in my 40s my body
seems to have stopped aging.  Maybe whatever fluke makes me
produce fertile semen also makes me immortal.  Perhaps the
unprecedented amount of sex with the most perfect representatives
of the female gender helps.  Whatever the cause, I won't
complain.

But some of my male descendants have a trace of my powers, and we
have good reason to hope that I will become dispensable and
humanity will continue into the indefinite future with or without
me.

Meanwhile, I keep ejaculating into girls and women around the
clock, indulging every last sexual whim I have -- for the sake of
the world.

It's not a bad life.


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