Author: Sterling
Title: Magic Sperm Gets You Into All the Pussies, and More
Summary: William is one of a special breed -- a man who
can come to a 19th century village, and in short order
find that all the women and girls are eager to have sex with him,
an effect primarily of his special semen. He also turns all of
the husbands into devoted servants of their wives, and he fathers
all the babies. A few of his sons are like him and travel to find
their own village to possess. Hints as to why such men exist are
revealed at the end.
Keywords: Mg(3-10), Mgg, MF, Mf, orgy, pedo, loli, 1st, preg, ScFi, mc, cuckold

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 2/17/2023.

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Magic Sperm Gets You Into All the Pussies, and More

William took a stroll through the village to size it up. There
were prosperous farms, a few light industries including candle
making, and the usual general store, blacksmith, churches, two
inns, and a town hall. There were less prosperous farms, too, and
shacks. Overall, it had a good feel to it.

Some distance behind a couple of the farms William found a shed
to call home. It hadn't been used lately, but was still in good
repair. From his shed he looked back at the village. The nearest
buildings were two farmhouses, a quarter of a mile away. Only the
church steeple rose high enough to reveal the direction of the
village center. Soon, this would all be his. Not on paper, but in
spirit and in its very essence, his. He had done this before, and
he was going to do it again. He smiled.

He managed to find in the shed mattresses that had been discarded
because of minor stains or rips, and put three together to
constitute a large bed. This was the essential furniture for his
home. He didn't travel with much. He put his extra clothing and
his stock of bread and cheese and sausage in a back room. There
also was one chair in decent repair.

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It was a late spring day and he strolled back through the town,
smiling at those he saw, but especially young girls. If they were
walking accompanied by older people, they looked back over their
shoulders at him as he passed. But a few were doing chores or
playing by themselves in their yards. William approached one girl
and gave her his warmest smile. She smiled in return -- a big
smile, open and unguarded. But he could see her mother through an
open door. He said nothing to the girl, but she started following
him until her mother's voice brought her back to her own yard.
But here was a girl by one of the less prosperous houses -- not a
shack but a house that had fallen into ill repair. A cutie, about
six years old he judged, brown hair and brown eyes. She wore a
dress that looked clean but was patched in a few places. He
beamed at her and like the other girl she stared back at him,
smiling.

He didn't say anything to her, but just walked off. She followed
behind. When they were away from the village and headed back to
his shed, he fell back to walk beside her. He said nothing to
her, and she said nothing to him. He didn't want to ask her why
she was coming with him, lest she realize she had no good reason.
She didn't ask why he was leading her into a shed. William sat on
a chair and she came up to face him, further mesmerized as she
looked at him.

In a usual seduction, there would be many intervening steps, some
requiring finesse. But he knew that in this case, none were
required. He got right to the point.

"Could you lift up your dress for me?" he asked softly.

The girl did, without question. She was wearing no undergarment,
which was no great surprise for someone at the lower end of the
social spectrum.

"You're very pretty," he said, looking at her face, but reaching
his hand out to gently stroke from top to bottom on her girl
slit. She gave no indication that he was doing anything unusual.

"I bet you know how boys and men are different from girls," he
said with a sly smile.

She nodded, as if they shared a secret other people didn't know.

"I'd like to show you my penis. Would you like that?"

She nodded. She wanted that because he wanted that, whatever she
might have thought if she wasn't under his spell. He got up off
the chair and pulled his trousers and undershorts down, and his
erect penis popped into view.

"Have you seen a grown man's penis when it's big like that?"

The girl shook her head, looking at it with wonder.

William sat down again, and motioned for the girl to come
forward. He lifted her beneath the armpits and sat her down on
his legs but not too close to his body, and pushed her dress up
out of the way again. "What do you call this part of you?" he
asked, stroking gently down her slit.

"My kitty," she whispered.

"Penises and kitties kind of go together," he said. He took his
penis and pointed it straight out and pulled her closer with his
other arm until his tip was right at her girl slit. "Hello,
kitty," he said, moving the penis tip as he talked, as if it were
a puppet. The girl gave a big smile.

"Penises make something very special for kitties. It comes out
the very tip, just like pee does, but it's not like pee, not at
all. Pee is icky, but this thing for kitties is not icky at all.
It's a wonderful gift. If you take you hand like this --" He put
her hand around his shaft and showed the up and down motion that
is so exciting to a penis "-- and rub up and down, he'll give you
his gift. Wouldn't that be nice?"

The girl nodded, though she looked a bit uncertain. But she
rubbed her hand up and down. William felt great pleasure at the
sight and the sensation, he lifted his tip to point more at her
tummy than her slit, and in ten seconds he groaned and his semen
spurted out. The girl laughed briefly.

"So now, we give the gift to the kitty," he said, taking a blob
of sperm with one hand and holding her girl lips open with the
other, and he spread it right at her opening. Spurting it onto
her tummy meant that it wasn't dripping onto the floor before
they had a chance to use it. "You want to do some?" he asked.
"Put it as far up your kitty as it goes."

She took some on her finger, held her lips open herself, and
shoved it in. William was always astonished at how deep a girl
could go when penetrating herself. Over and over she got semen on
her finger and shoved it in until her tummy had just a few dried
smears of stuff left on the outside.

"Very good!" he said, lifting her off his lap and leaving her
standing in front of him. Her dress fell back into position.
"What's your name?"

"Mary."

"Mary, a lovely name. I'm William. I'm so glad you came to see me
today." He gave her one of his mesmerizing smiles. "This should
just be our little secret, OK? We don't want anyone else to know
what we did, right? They might get jealous." Mary nodded. William
gave Mary a long, warm hug, then said, "Any time you want, you
can come back here to see me. I might be away but mostly I'll be
here. OK, off home with you now!" he said, opening the shed door.
He watched as she left. At first she was a little unsteady on her
feet, but soon got her balance. Fifty yards away she turned and
waved with a dreamy smile, then followed the path as it turned to
go back towards the village.

William had pulled his pants up to see Mary off, but now he
pulled them half way down his thighs for a moment and looked at
his organ.

"And so it begins," he said with a sly smile.

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William spent the rest of the day and evening resting and scoping
out the area near his shed.

Mary appeared the next morning, and her smile brightened as she
saw him sitting outside the shed. He opened his arms and she ran
into his embrace. After they broke the hug he brought the chair
back into the shed, Mary following, and closed the door behind
them. Mary looked up at him adoringly and he gave her one of his
charming smiles in return. He noticed her hands were down over
her private parts as she swayed her hips back and forth. "I
wondered if... Never mind," she said.

"I would love to give your kitty another gift. Would you like
that? Is that what you were thinking of?"

Mary nodded emphatically, then paused and said, "But it's not
nice to ask for a gift."

"That's very polite of you," he said. "This time I bet penis can
give kitty the gift without needing any fingers." Mary looked
confused. "I want to take all my clothes off. Will you take yours
off too? I'd like that."

Mary lost no time removing her dress, shoes, and socks. William
was almost as fast, and then he motioned her to lie back on his
makeshift bed and nudged her legs wide apart. He then began
lowering himself onto her. If the past was any guide, his semen
they had put into her vagina the day before would have stretched
and opened it. Still, he stroked up and down on her slit, and
then inside a bit. "Could you... could you?... never mind," said
Mary.

"What were you going to say?" asked William with a smile.

"I just kind of wished your penis would go inside my kitty, but
that's dumb, isn't it?... my kitty's way too small."

"Well, I like that idea very much, so let's see."

William lowered himself, held Mary's lips apart, and gently
pressed with his penis tip. It went in! And then in some more.
Mary gasped, eyes wide. "You like it when I do this?" he said,
rowing in and out gently. Mary nodded. "So if you just lie there
for a bit, I'll give you the gift," he said. Mary nodded again,
and William settled down onto his six-year-old mate and focused
his attention on his body and hers, the protrusion from his
sliding in and out of the tight little pocket in hers. This was
deep down what life was all about. After a couple minutes his
pleasure built, he pressed in deep, groaned, and gave her his
gift. When he returned to the present, he saw beneath him a girl
whose face was alight with wonder and pleasure.

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But one beautiful, adoring enthusiastic mate was not enough for
William.

His charisma the next time he went into town brought 10-year-old
Alice into his shed. She had shoulder-length blond hair, green
eyes, and a round face with a shy smile. She was from a more
prosperous background than Mary, with a gray dress that was both
clean and without patches. When he saw her standing in front of
him with that adoring I'll-do-anything-you-want expression, he
was seized with a fervent desire. "Oh, could you please lie back
on that mattress?" he said, trying not to let his urgency show
too much in his voice. As she eagerly complied, her dress bunched
up around her middle. He observed some lovely white socks between
her feet and her shoes, and a white pair of underpants. He might
contemplate the socks at leisure later, but it was the underpants
that lay between him and his goal. When removed, her beautiful
girl-slit appeared. When he spread the lips gently apart, her
vaginal opening was right where it was supposed to be. He
probably could actually penetrate her if he wanted, but being in
no hurry he pressed his penis tip tight against her vaginal
opening, pressed firmly, and stroked himself. No need to talk
about a gift. Within seconds he came, spurting his whitish goo
all around her private areas. She looked on with wonder as he
kept their genitals touching. Most of the goo coated all the girl
stuff on the outside, but plenty was on the tip of his organ, and
some coated the junction of the sex organs. He could see it
coating the junction of her pussy lips and knew a little had gone
inside as well.

"That was a gift," he said as he caught his breath. "A gift from
boys to girls. A gift that belongs inside a girl." He didn't
bother to find out what word Alice used for her private parts.
Instead, he coated his middle finger with goo and then slid it
into her pussy, slowly. The goo eased the passage of the finger,
so the next time the finger slid in with more goo, it went more
smoothly and deeper. A big girl like Alice was much closer to
puberty than Mary had been, and he hoped that the effect of his
sperm would act enough, and soon enough, to allow him to really
complete what he had started during this very encounter. "Let's
get all our clothes off," he said, "so I can see more of you and
touch more of you." Aided in part by the sight and feel of his
middle finger pushed way up inside of Alice's pussy, his erection
rose again, though it was a mere two minutes since his first
climax. Seeing the entirety of his naked girl from the golden
hair on the top of her head down to her wiggling toes turned him
on more. He mounted her again and lodged his organ tip just
outside of the opening he craved so much. Then he tentatively
pressed, and it went in.

"Wow!" she said. Two strokes later he saw her wince.

"You don't mind hurting a little for me, do you? I really want to
get my penis up into you."

"No, I don't mind," she said, smiling until the next stroke made
her wince again.

He wanted to fuck into her all the way, she was not only willing
but she adored him, and if it hurt a little she could stand it.
After the first two winces was just one more, and it was more
like half a wince. So he pressed in all the way and pumped in and
out. Having just come shortly before his desire to finish was
less intense, and he rowed back and forth. "That feels *so*
good," he said, looking down at her. "You like how good it makes
me feel?"

"I do!" she said. "I love whatever you like!" she said earnestly.
"But I like it just for me, too!"

He was enjoying the copulation a great deal, but still, he could
put off his body's desire to finish up for only so long. He
pressed his cock deep up inside her, gazing into her eyes, as it
twitched and spurted again, gob after gob of sperm shooting from
his innards into hers.

"I loved doing that with you, but I also want to do it with more
girls. Would you help me with that?"

Ordinarily, a woman or girl might have hesitated, hoping to have
her man all to herself. But not when she was under his spell. And
certainly not Alice. "Sure... What do I do?"

"The first thing is to get some of my gift on your hands." She
got the idea and reached down and fingered sticky stuff from both
penis and pussy lips, smearing it around both hands. "Get some
from inside, too. That's where most of it is," he said with a
lusty smile.

Alice smiled in return and dug her finger up into her pussy,
pulling out more whitish goo. "Like that?" she said, as she
rubbed it around both hands.

"Perfect!" he said. "Now you can tell them there's this really
interesting place out back here that you think they'd like. And
make sure your hands get pretty near the girl's nose."

As she was on her way out the door, he said, "Also, could you
find a way to sneak me some bread and other food that you can
carry? I only have what I brought and I'll run out of it soon."

Alice nodded, and when she returned later brought quite a bit of
food, including several hard-boiled eggs and some pound cake.

His first girl, Mary, appeared later that day to get another
little gift from William.

The next day William was sitting outside his shack enjoying the
warm spring weather when he heard some footsteps and quiet
voices, and then he saw turning the corner in the path a new
girl, looking to be around 7 or 8, and carrying a smaller girl in
her arms. No one could doubt that they were sisters. Both had
curly brown hair, brown eyes, and face that were a bit squarish
but none the less beautiful for that.

"Alice said it was back here," she said to the girl in her arms.
When she looked up she saw William. "Alice said there was
something special back here. Do you know what she meant?"

"I certainly do," he said. "Come on up here and let's go inside
together." When the three of them were inside, with the door
closed, William turned to face them. "So, what are your names?"
He looked at them with that tender warmth that seemed to melt
every girl's heart.

"Heather," said the big girl, staring back at him, "and this
is..."

"Liz!" said the little girl, who wriggled out of her big sister's
arms.

"So, can you tell where the special thing is?"

"Here!" said Liz, pressing her nose against William's trousers
right at his crotch, and sniffing deeply. "Inside!"

"Liz!" said Heather. "That's not very nice!" But she said it
without conviction.

"You smell and see what you think."

Heather squatted down and sniffed his crotch and said, "Yes!"
with a smile spreading across her face as she looked up at him.

"I tell you what... If you both take all your clothes off I'll
show you."

The girls immediately undressed, Heather starting by helping Liz
get her dress over her head. "So now go sit on the mattress."
When they were seated, he took his clothes off, ending with his
underpants, which let loose into the air the organ that had
fascinated the two girls. He slid the fingers of his left hand
gently up and down Heather's slit. As his right hand approached
Liz, she spread her legs apart so he could slide them up and down
there too.

"So my penis makes a wonderful gift for girls. It comes right out
of my private place and goes into yours." He gently pushed Liz
back on the bed, spread her lips apart a little and put his penis
tip right where it would go -- though not yet, not without some
preparation. But he wanked several times until the whitish fluid
spurted out to coat Liz's privates. Both girls gasped briefly. He
began pressing his little finger up into the small girl gently.
"You take some too and do that with yourself," he said to
Heather, who eagerly did just as he asked, holding her pussy lips
open with one hand while sliding her sperm-coated middle finger
of the other deep inside. He knew from experience that with a
girl as small as Liz she would need some extra treatment.

"Liz," he said, "I like your little kitty parts so much I want to
kiss them." She looked a bit confused but lay back with legs
spread wide. William lowered his head and began licking Liz. Her
confusion rapidly gave way to a smile, and then to a slack-faced
sigh. In under a minute she tensed, twitched, and then relaxed.
"Did you like that?" he asked, and Liz nodded without hesitation.
"You want your turn?" he asked Heather. "Or would you rather lick
my private parts instead of me licking yours? I would like that."

"Sure!" said Heather. William lay on his back and delighted to
see the naked Heather leaning over and looking at his penis.
"There's a lot here to lick!" she said with a little laugh. Liz
giggled and William smiled. When she had licked up all the goo,
she sucked the tip.

"Oh, that's nice!" said William.

'I want a turn!" said Liz, who had sat up after recovering from
the stupor of bliss.

"OK, two things at once," said William. He licked Heather's
private parts while Liz licked his cock. While the little girl's
technique wasn't so refined, it was the thought that counted, he
reflected. Heather reached climax soon, and he kept licking,
waiting for her to relax as a signal to stop. But on and one she
went, twitching, second after second, before finally stopping. He
figured he could have counted to twenty before she finally
started relaxing.

Not just any man could become a squatter in an abandoned shed and
have large numbers of local girls eager for his sexual
attentions. William had a few special abilities that let him
achieve his aims. One was the ability to mesmerize small girls
just by looking at them. Another was to make girls eager and
interested to find out more when they smelled his semen, even if
it was dried out. The third was that they would very easily have
orgasms from his sexual attentions.

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Boys. It wasn't too hard to keep the boys away. That shack in the
woods -- that was a girl thing, went the word. Any boy who was
interested was a sissy. So the boys kept playing the way they
always had.

After some inquiries, William determined that Liz and Heather's
mother was the most open-minded of his girls' mothers, and with
the benefit of hands with dried semen on them, Heather easily
convinced her to come out to see him. William did not have the
same mesmerizing effect with adult women that he did with small
girls, but he still made a favorable impression.

"Hello, my name is Mrs. Waldron. And you are?"

"Just call me William."

"Liz and Heather tell me they have so much fun visiting with you
out here," she said. "I wonder what goes on. Something gives me
the feeling it's not entirely something the minister would
approve of," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Tell me," said William. "When Mr. Waldron has sexual relations
with you, do you find them satisfying? Do you look forward to it
because of how wonderful you will feel?"

"Oh, that is rather a personal question, William!" she said, but
he could tell from her body language that she did not find them
at all satisfying, and she wasn't really averse to discussing it.

"Tell you what, I've got a little game to play." He locked the
door. "So lie on this mattress, please."

"William!"

"It's OK. You don't have to take your clothes off or anything...
If there's something that doesn't feel good, let me know."

"Well, OK," she said, and lay back warily.

"It will be a bit -- intimate," he said. He slid his head up
under her skirt, and reached up enough to pull her underpants
down just a little. He didn't need much. Then he went exploring
with his tongue, and found what he was seeking easily enough. He
could feel her resistance vanish within seconds, as she let the
sensations wash through her body. It didn't take long for his
expert ministrations to lead her to a gasping orgasm.

"Oh, William, we shouldn't have done that!" she said.

"Shhh!" he said, his head still under her dress. Once more he set
to licking, carefully, just so... and then she twitched even more
and gasped.

"What was that feeling, anyway?" she asked, breath uneven.

When his head reappeared, he asked, "You've never felt that
before?"

Mrs. Waldron shook her head. After the briefest hesitation,
desire overcame her interest in learning more, and she reached up
to pull her underpants down, hitched up her skirt, spread her
legs wide, and reached out her arms. It was an invitation that no
one could miss. He smiled, and mounted her.

He plunged in and out. He loved doing it to little girls, but he
loved doing it to grown women too. Mrs. Waldron gasped with her
third orgasm within a minute of his penetration, and he didn't
delay much longer until he let himself go. Mrs. Waldron got a
pussyful of William's sperm. He withdrew and the two of them made
themselves decent again.

"Oh, dear. I shouldn't have..."

"Your husband will thank you."

She looked at him with wide eyes.

"Here's what you do. The next time he approaches you for intimate
relations --".

"That will certainly be tonight," she said with a sigh.

"The next time he approaches, say yes. I think you'll find it
pleasant. And he will find it very, very satisfying. Say yes to
his approaches three times, and then say you'd be happy to do it
again if he would just do some thing you'd been hoping he would
do. A chore. If he doesn't cooperate at first, withhold your
sexual favor, and he will likely change his tune. And when he's
done that first task and you've let him satisfy himself inside
you again, then come up with another chore. Nothing too major.
Increase what you ask for little by little. Experiment to see how
much he would be willing to do to please you."

"I don't know," said Mrs. Waldron. "That sounds like an unlikely
plan. You don't know my husband!"

When she visited again, Mrs. Waldron said with wonder, "It is
really quite amazing how considerate Mr. Waldron now is. He will
do all of the tasks men are expected to do, but he does them
better and without complaining. When I'm tired, he will volunteer
to do some of my work. His employer at the candle factory had
been somewhat unhappy about his performance on the job, and the
prospect of losing his income weighed heavily on me. But at my
request he is applying himself more earnestly there and the
employer is delighted and may soon promote him. Around the house
he tries to find things I would like and do them for me. When he
does, I offer him a second chance at sexual congress during a day
instead of just the one at night, and he then tries to find yet
something else I would love. Our front yard is now very tidy, and
there are flowers he planted. In the back he is working on a
vegetable garden. Everything is going very well!"

The fourth special ability William used to achieve his ends was
that once his semen had flooded the inside of an adult woman,
then whenever a man had sex with her, it was a stunning
experience for him. Not just the pleasure of sex, but something
much more. Something he would do just about anything to get
again. Information that might previously have enraged him, like
some strange man having sex with his wife and daughters, would no
longer bother him. If his wife thought it was a good thing, he
thought so too. Getting that feeling one more time was far more
important than his prior opinion, and he developed a strong
affection for the woman who could give him that feeling.

"I am worried about one thing, however. I've been lucky so far,
but I fear that letting my husband leave his seed inside me so
regularly will make me pregnant, and I am not sure I want another
baby."

"Ah," said William. "You have nothing to fear. Having once
achieved his ecstasy inside you, he is now and forever
infertile."

"Oh, that is a relief!" said Mrs. Waldron. "And now... if you
would be willing..." she said with desire, leaning to hug William
around the waist. William was entirely willing. She hadn't asked
if she was at risk of pregnancy from him. She was, but not on
that day. But it seemed that concerns about pregnancy disappeared
when her focus was on getting William's cock up into her pussy.

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A woman arrived at dusk. "You must be William?"

"I am."

"I'm Mrs. Brown. I've noticed how happy Mrs. Waldron is, and how
their place is so much better kept up. Such a beautiful yard.
Flowers out front, and vegetables growing in back. And she said
Mr. Waldron does it all. I asked what had changed, and she said I
should come pay you a visit."

"Did she say what was involved?"

"No... But from the look in her eye I have the feeling that it
is... not exactly following the usual rules of decorum between
married women and men other than their husbands." From her sly
smile he knew she was up for some adultery, if it could make her
husband as attentive as Mr. Waldron.

Mrs. Brown started orgasming within thirty seconds from the touch
of his tongue, but she didn't spend any time relaxing in
afterglow. Instead she at once suggested even more intimate
activity. "Oh, could you please have your way with me?" Perhaps
William didn't respond quite as fast as she hoped, because she
said "the tongue was wonderful but what I would really, really
like is -- getting fucked! For you to fuck me!" Her eyes went
wide. "What have I said?"

William smiled, indulgence mixed with lust. "You've said what you
wanted in a more honest way than people usually do."

That made her relax with a smile. He wasted no time doing as she
asked. He plunged in deep and hard, and grunted and grappled her
butt cheeks and penetrated her as deep as he could, over and over
again. Her body language was entirely approving.

Given what she had said before, he had a hunch. "Oh, take it up
the cunt -- the cunt!" he growled.

"Oooo, say that again!" said Mrs. Brown, shivering with delight.

Calling it by its name, over and over, he rudely fucked her cunt
and plastered it with sperm.

She came when he did -- he would have been surprised if she
hadn't.

As she made herself decent again, Mrs. Brown started looking a
little confused. "I really shouldn't have let you do that," she
said, but not sounding convinced.

"Oh, I think it was just fine to let yourself go and do what you
really want to do, deep down."

He then explained in brief how she should relate to Mr. Brown to
achieve the same results as Mrs. Waldron.

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Soon it was widely noted in the town that several women's
husbands had suddenly turned into model mates. Learning the
secret of their success, some paid William a visit too.

He was soon invited to more appropriate housing within the
village, but he had an instinct to decline, just as he declined
invitations to sumptuous dinners. Plenty of tasty food and fine
delicacies were delivered to him in his shack, however, and he
was most appreciative. He also allowed the villagers to make for
him a real bed, larger than any bed than had been seen in the
village before. They gave him a proper table, extra chairs,
silverware... Before or after the primary purpose of their visit
was done, women cleaned and kept everything tidy as needed.

Teen girls who had seen how much their little sisters enjoyed
visiting him decided to visit him too, perhaps coaxed along by
the smell of semen on little sisters' hands. But when they saw
how their mothers' lives had changed so much for the better, it
was plain enough that marrying was key. Before you could have a
fawning, attentive husband you needed to have a husband! Those
who had mixed feelings about marriage or were happy to bide their
time now found the prospect very appealing. Some asked William
for advice. He said if there were boys who were interested in
bedding them, they should let their favorite guy do it, and he
would shortly propose marriage and become just as attentive as
their fathers now were to their mothers.

The people in the village who were unaffected were the
prepubescent boys. They went right on playing as they always had.
If they noticed anything, it was that their parents were more
loving than before. Those with abusive parents found that the
abuse subsided.

The boys' lives changed only when puberty was underway enough to
give them sexual urges and the desire to ask girls for sex.

It was a very industrious group of husbands. Yes, they would
happily prepare meals and do the dishes. They would love a chance
to do the laundry or scrub the floors. They would be delighted to
change the baby's diaper before bringing it to the mother to
nurse. Oh, the women still worked -- if they felt like it or felt
sorry for their hard-working husbands. But those who were by
nature more happy-go-lucky had a lot of free time. All they had
to do was spread their legs when their husbands asked, and in
something under a minute the men would finish with ecstasy. The
women didn't feel much pleasure from that, but they knew they
could visit William for fantastic sexual ecstasy and fulfillment.
The men found out about this other sex their wives were having,
but they didn't mind. If their wives wanted it then it was fine
with them -- as long as they could get their fix of that amazing
feeling that could be found nowhere but in their wives' vaginas.

Of course sperm delivered into vaginas tends to make a woman's
belly grow. The women's husbands had already been rendered
infertile. The women and big girls sought out William for the
ecstasy he could provide them, and his sperm sometimes achieved
its primal purpose. In the long run, this is how he would come to
own the village. Women and girls do typically want children, and
William did his part. The women learned that any children they
bore would be William's, which if anything made them more eager
to get pregnant.

He knew with certainty when females were fertile and when they
were not, and planned accordingly. He did not want to make them
bear endlessly. They would have, if he had continued indefinitely
to inseminate them on fertile days. But he judged what they would
want independent of his desires, and typically went with those
desires he detected. Some had families that were big enough
already, but most were eager to start one or have additional
children. And others who had been on the fence decided one more
baby would be wonderful -- or maybe two, if it could be William's
baby. If William felt the desire was genuine and independent of
their adoration for him, he would happily comply. Penetrate,
thrust, thrust some more, thrust yet more urgently, lunge, and
ejaculate. One more son or daughter.

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So as the years passed, the cycle of life continued. Old people
died, younger people became old, and children grew into adults.
The fact that all the children were William's was of no concern
-- if asked, the townspeople would have said that was of course
how it should be.

But William had one more power, which was confirmed slowly.
William did not age a day. He continued as a fine physical
specimen in the prime of life, just as his father had before him.

Among his sons, William spotted one every five years or so who
had that something extra, and took him in to live with him. The
townspeople happily added extra rooms to the shed as needed.
Although he didn't know how he did it, he somehow inoculated them
against becoming slaves to women. In contrast, they somehow
acquired the same powers he had, and he taught them how to use
them.

William had once been a boy, of course, to a father with a life
course similar to his. Like his father before him, he took it as
his life's work to own a village, and spread his seed widely
within the village. His brothers had the same goals, as did his
chosen sons in turn.

When they were young men, each left their father's village and
went off to find their own. Sometimes they journeyed far. Some
set off on a sailing ship to another land.

He and his kind didn't wonder about their purpose. They were born
with certain desires and they set out to fulfill them.

When a significant number of William's daughters came to be of
child-bearing age, it was time for him to move along. He didn't
know why he had that urge, but he did, and he followed it. He had
grown up thousands of miles away, and had taken over his first
village there. He moved to this area to spread his kind widely.
But when it was time to move along to a third village, he didn't
care to go far away. Through inquiries he located some other man
of his kind, not too far away, with daughters coming of age, and
the two of them swapped.

As it turned out, this compulsion to move along avoided the worst
effects of inbreeding, though no one knew it. Still, over time,
it was the genes of William and his ilk that came to dominate in
the population.

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William wasn't quite awake when he heard someone opening his
door. It was Heather. He could hear her disrobing, and the next
thing he felt was a pelvis sitting gently on his legs and a mouth
on his floppy cock, licking and sucking very nicely. It got hard.
He had given girls permission to come on in without knocking, and
most girls had given him similar permission with regard to their
vaginas. He flipped Heather onto her back, positioned himself,
and penetrated her. He lasted all of ten seconds before humping
deep inside and squirting with ecstasy.

The commotion woke Liz, who was sleeping beside him. He loved the
little ones, and Liz had permission from her mom to sleep over.
Most girls had permission from their moms and dads to do anything
that William asked. Liz thought it was fun to get it from the
rear, and without fully waking up she stuck her butt up in the
air. William slid his cock out of Heather and slid it right up
into Heather, who said, "Oooo, so nice, so nice..." before losing
her voice to orgasm. Ten times he pressed, all of ten times, and
then he was squirting into her too.

He lay down to rest, and an adoring Liz snuggled on one side of
him while Heather snuggled on the other.

"Hey," said a friendly voice. "You two got what you wanted, now I
need my turn!"

"There's room, go for it!" said William. His cock was still
stiff, despite having deposited two loads within the past ten
minutes. His cock was erect a lot.

The new girl said, "I like to touch more of you, but I guess this
is enough." He felt a body straddling his legs, felt her
adjusting it just so, and then felt his cock enveloped in
feminine heaven. "But it's so hard to stay in position when I
start coming!" she groaned.

"Here, I'll help keep you steady," said another voice, and
William saw arms from behind holding the girl's torso upright as
she plunged up and down. Liz was gently humping her crotch
against his thigh on one side while Heather did it on the other.
Each was gently nibbling an ear. William enjoyed this luxurious
mass of femininity pressing in on him on all sides. The girl
ecstatically impaling herself on his cock roused him to serious
lust, and he pressed up into her five times, shooting out a bit
of sperm on the last one, making the girl cry out and collapse
like a rag doll. The one holding her up then gently pulled her
aside and out of the way and lay her on her back.

A girl came in and said, "William, mommy wants to get pregnant.
She says she'll be here in an hour."

That was mostly good news. Some of the women were good at
spotting their own fertile periods, and this girl's mother was
one of them. There was something special about making a woman
pregnant. But it had a downside too. He'd have to keep from
having orgasms for a full hour so his sperm could build up enough
to do the job.

The girls knew what this meant too, and there were a few
disappointed sighs.

William was resting on his back, and looked up to see a few girls
prancing around naked, and a few more lying on the mattress with
him. He heard a, "You shouldn't do that, you know you'll regret
it," and looked up to see Becky, a cute little 4-year-old,
rubbing herself between the legs. The girls could get excited if
they played with themselves, but without William they couldn't
achieve release and satisfaction and remained aroused but
frustrated for some time, so most of them didn't. But Becky was
little. "I know, but I can't help it," she whined.

William smiled at her, then said, "You want me to help you,
Becky?" The little one instantly crawled across the bed to
William. "You want to just sit gently on my face?" he asked.

"That's not fair!" said the girl who had chastised Becky. "You're
rewarding bad behavior!"

"Oh, don't be making comparisons," he said. Liz and Heather
reluctantly moved back, and Becky eagerly positioned herself up
over his head, squatting. William let her down in just the right
place and began licking. She started coming at once, and William
reached up with his other arm to keep her from falling over. But
after a minute she stopped and he let her go, where she sprawled
next to him on the mattress on her back, chest heaving, grinning,
with unfocused eyes.

William felt a little hand gently hefting his balls, which was a
bit unusual. It was Annie, and he heard her say, "Lots of us
would like you little guys up inside us, but we know you have to
save up to make that woman pregnant, so that's OK. Do your job!"
And he felt her kiss his balls, first one and then the other.

Annie at age 7 was a little bit pudgy but no less charming and
sexy for that. He thought she was both funny and thoughtful for
the little speech she had just made to his balls.

"Hey, Annie," he said. "You want to get it?" Annie rolled her
eyes. Of course she wanted to get it. "Then lie next to me, on
your back, legs spread." Sometimes he licked the girls that way,
but when Annie was in position he mounted her and thrust his
penis inside.

"But you're supposed to save up!" she said, battling against her
sexual pleasure for what she knew was right.

"Very kind of you, but I do have a bit of self-control." Annie
gave in and twitched with orgasm. William would have liked to
finish in her, but he knew he did have an obligation, so he
reluctantly pulled out. "Gotta rest, everyone," he said, so he
just lay on his side, and the girls stayed away. A few had had
their fill, a few of them literally, and got dressed and left,
but a few more drifted in. When a couple found out William was
out of commission for an impregnation, they left and said they'd
come back later.

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At the appointed hour the door opened and there was a man
carrying a woman in his arms. A man in here was certainly
unusual! "She strained her ankle, so she asked if I'd carry her,"
he said, looking lovingly at his wife. "Here, let me help you."
He lay her on the mattress, pulled her panties down, flipped up
her skirt, and spread her legs. "Is that how you need her?" he
said to the naked William, whose erection had risen as he
approached.

"That's fine," said William. The woman said, "Now go back a bit,
out of the way, so William can do the job."

The man smiled and pulled back, watching William. Impregnation
was special. He first put his head down to lick the woman, which
led her to moan and wriggle her hips. He then rose up to suck her
nipples, and she gasped at that. He then aimed his cock and
plunged in. The feeling of a fertile pussy was a bit different,
he had observed. Naughty, insolent and spicy were words that came
to mind. But pregnancy was special in more than one way, so he
plunged in and rowed back and forth, watching the woman rise to
orgasm and then fall back, plunging deep and hard, feeling her
climax again, and then doing a special rhythm -- very fast little
strokes right at her opening, and then a fierce, deep lunge,
before pulling back again. He kept doing that over and over, and
she had an orgasm at every lunge.

"This is what it's all about, in the end," said Heather quietly
to her little sister. "All we do is kind of practice for this.
The goop is going to make her pregnant. Any time a woman wants to
have a baby she has to get a man to do this."

"Is everything OK? Need any help?" asked the husband, addressing
William, who was on top of his wife and copulating away
insistently.

"No, thanks," managed William. He was terrifically excited, and
was now doing those little strokes, over and over again, on and
on, the tension building. Finally he shoved forward with a huge
thrust, and moaned, "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" as his sperm shot
out. The woman came again, and he felt her pussy squeezing around
him. Deep inside, her fertile innards would know just what to do
with his copious mess of sperm, and she would become pregnant.

"You did it?" asked the husband.

"Of course!" muttered Heather, thinking it was obvious to anyone.

"And you had a good time?" asked the husband, addressing his
wife.

"Yes, dear," she said.

"Oh, good! So, back home?"

"Oh, in a little bit. If William would be willing to lick me --
just a little more -- that would be a treat." A woman who came to
get impregnated deserved a little extra too, so William happily
licked her until she shuddered once again with orgasm. The woman
then nodded for her husband to carry her back.

William actually didn't want to have sex all day long. He took a
break for breakfast, and lunch, to walk in the woods, and to just
sit around on his chair outside enjoying the breeze. But there
was usually a girl or two, not too close as to invade his space
but not too far away, and when it was sex time again, he rose,
went to his cabin door, and motioned her over. As she got his
first attentions, other girls spread the word and more girls came
in to see him.

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In fact, William and his kind were part of a bigger plan. Some
aliens had visited earth, undetected by the humans. But they were
observed by another sort of alien who had been watching the earth
for many thousands of years. The second kind knew not to
challenge the first, who would be victors in a contest of
strength. But the second kind was good at hiding and observing.

For reasons known only to the first kind of alien, they wanted to
spread certain genes through the human population. They seeded a
few men such as William's grandfather with those genes, and then
added a few extra to give William and his kind the powers to
support their goal of impregnating females everywhere. They then
disappeared, going about their alien business, planning to return
in a few hundred years -- this much the observing aliens could
detect. Both kinds knew that with the power of exponential
growth, William's tailored genes would do the job of spreading
the other genes they wished to spread to the farthest corners of
the earth.

What did the first aliens want? The observing aliens wondered at
involving the prepubescent girls in the sexual happenings. It
served no obvious purpose, though perhaps it did facilitate the
social connections needed for the genes to spread effectively.
The observing aliens would have to wait for their return to
discover what the first aliens hoped to gain. The observing
aliens did not know whether the humans would be aware of the plan
when the aliens returned, or whether they would continue their
lives, unknowingly serving masters whose existence they did not
guess.

The observing aliens did have powerful allies, however, who could
be summoned to suppress the designs of the first group if it was
required. Such was within the web of intrigue of galactic
politics.

William wanted to own the village. The first aliens wanted to own
the planet. The second kind of alien wanted to know what was
going on, ready to take corrective action.

The humans lived their lives, oblivious to this plan. The first
kind of aliens were apparently occupied elsewhere, unaware that
their intervention on earth had been observed. The second kind of
aliens had the humility to consider the possibility that they
were in turn being observed undetected by others.

But back on earth, in one particular hovel in one particular
village, a lovely young woman had decided it was time for her
first child. And in the way of humans, she lay back on the bed,
naked with legs spread wide, eager for the attentions of her
mate. And William, in the way of humans, lay on top of her, penis
inserted deeply into her vagina, pumping in and out insistently,
over and over. Desire built, and William's body shot gobs of
creamy seed up into the young woman. Both felt ecstasy. In the
way of humans, she would give birth to a new small human in nine
months.

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