Author: Sterling
Title: The Best Sperm Holder Is a Little Cunny
Summary: Francis Burchstead is the government man whose job is to
inspect little towns in Appalachia -- tall, dark, handsome. He
notes that lots of people look sickly and pale -- inbreeding,
perhaps? The locals know it too. Would he be willing to improve
their gene pool? When he says yes, there is a flood of interest.
When he discovers it's only little girls who really turn him on,
they offer their little cunnies to carry the sperm to where it's
needed.
Keywords: MF, Mf, Mg, preg, group, harem, humor, inc, fath, dau

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 7/6/2022.

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The Best Sperm Holder Is a Little Cunny

Chapter 1

Francis Burchstead worked for the government, surveying towns to
see how well things were running. He was looking for signs of
mismanagement or worse by local government officials. He rarely
found any problems, but that was in large part because his
predecessors had found problems, and fixed them, including
sending some of the local politicians to jail. Knowing that the
government man would be by was the incentive the locals needed to
keep everything above board.

Everyone hoped the Depression would be over soon, but they were
starting to call it the Great Depression. He was lucky to have a
job.

He had stopped in the tiny town of Cedar Run for the night. He
had looked over the records in the morning, and the Mayor gave
him a tour in the afternoon. It was poor country, and the people
not only looked poor, it looked like their stock itself was
poor... not very promising... like their ancestors had come to
these hills a long time ago, and things had deteriorated with
time. Inbreeding? That he couldn't fix.

He retired for the night to the Washington Inn, the only
accommodation in town. At breakfast the next morning the
proprietor handed him two envelopes addressed to him.

That was most unusual. No one he knew knew he was there, and
there was no cause for his government superiors to contact him.

He waited until he was up in his room again to open them.

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"Dear Mr. Burchstead,

Thank you so much for the work you do in keeping our local
politicians in line. It is much appreciated by us, even if the
politicians get nervous about it!

If you would care to drop by our house at 13 Oak Street at any
time today we would be delighted to see you. I think you would be
charmed by my daughter Elizabeth. Of course an important man like
you would have no interest in anyone from this backwards town as
one to woo or marry. And don't even think about prostitution in
our kind of family! But we thought you might enjoy dropping by
for a brief conversation on a subject that might interest you.

Sincerely, Mrs. Wilson"

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That sounded intriguing. Was she perhaps a singer or piano
player, and they hoped he would be impressed enough with her to
put her in touch with someone scouting for talent?

The second message was scrawled in an uneven hand, full of
misspellings.

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"I get married Sunday." It was Friday. "My husband bad stock.
Hunchback and gimpy. Too many children like that around here. I
saw you -- handsome and strong. Start a good baby instead? My
monthly was two weeks ago. I'll be in shed behind church from 11
to 1 tonight. Please help! Real quick if you like. I'm not
pretty, so maybe in the dark shed is best.

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Goodness! Francis had just been musing about how the government
couldn't improve the local stock. But he as a private citizen
could help, perhaps! Was that what Mrs. Wilson intended too? He
was due for a Saturday surprise inspection the next day at
Juniper Creek, but there was no great hurry. He had some extra
time in his schedule.

As for sin and religion and all that -- he went through the
motions of religion to fit in, but he thought none of it made
sense.

Just in case, he should get to Oak Street as early as possible,
so he'd have a chance to replenish his seed for his midnight
appointment in the church shed.

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"Oh, hello, you must be Mr. Burchstead!" said the woman as she
opened the door. I'm Mrs. Wilson -- Irma Wilson. "Won't you come
in?"

"Thank you... Pleased to meet you."

"This is Elizabeth... My husband and two sons have gone way over
to Lincoln today -- it's a full day's trip, so it's just the two
of us here all day."

Francis tried his best to keep up with the small talk. He turned
down the offer of a cup of tea.

After ten minutes he said, "So, you told me I might find
Elizabeth charming, and I certainly do. Is there something you'd
like to have her show me -- a painting, perhaps? Or sing me a
song? Perform a dance?"

The other two seemed uncomfortable. "Or perhaps I should do a
government inspection of the sleeping accommodations, to make
sure you all have decent beds?"

"Oh, that would be very good, yes!" said Mrs. Wilson with a
smile. Elizabeth was just a bit slower on the uptake and smiled a
moment later.

"Yes, why don't you check out Elizabeth's. She can show you."

Elizabeth turned and climbed the narrow stairs, and Francis
followed. The master bedroom was easily identified, as was the
room shared by the two boys. Elizabeth's was the smallest. There
was a tiny closet, and barely room for a cot and a small chest of
drawers. He followed her in and shut the door behind him.

Francis examined the cot, and pressed up and down. "Not so big,
and the springs aren't very good, but I suppose it will do."

"Should I... Should I show you what it's like when I lie in it?"

Francis put his hand behind Elizabeth's back and drew her against
him firmly. She smiled and relaxed. Pretense was gone. He then
released her and she stood back, and he took a good look at her
for the first time. She was short -- 4'10" perhaps? Breasts quite
small, hips barely there. She was an adult all right, but
especially alluring somehow. Her face was pretty enough, but also
looked like, hmmm, she had gotten over a disease? The genetic
stock here...

"I'm so nervous!" said Elizabeth.

"Let me guess... you're a virgin?"

"Of course!" she said, a bit indignant.

"Are you married or engaged?"

"No."

"I get the feeling it's not just that your mother wants you to
have a good time having sex?"

"No! Well, the minister says that sort of thing is sinful."

"So what you're looking for is the thing that happens sometimes
when people have sex?"

Elizabeth nodded, looking at Francis with a smile.

"If you got pregnant it would be a birth out of wedlock..."

"Half the births around here are that kind, though not so common
among the people of quality."

She considered herself a person of quality, and he saw no reason
to contest the point.

"The idea is your mother would like me to try to make you
pregnant so you can have a baby with my good genes."

"Genes?"

"Good breeding stock."

"That's right," said Elizabeth.

"And is this all right with you?"

"What?"

"I mean, that's what your mother said, but you haven't said what
you think. Even if you have to do what your mother says, if you
don't really want to, then we can pretend and do nothing at all,
and I'll never tell."

"Wait... You would? That would... What a nice man!"

"So?"

"No, I want your baby. I'm nervous, but I want it. Should I take
off everything?"

"Hold on a minute here. The purpose is to make a baby. Where are
you in your cycle?"

"That's a rather personal question, don't you think?" A sense of
decorum and privacy doesn't always just vanish instantly.

"True, but if you propose that I do something very intimate with
you, with what's in your underwear and what's in mine, then it's
already personal, don't you think?"

"Yes, yes, I guess," said Elizabeth with a sudden smile. "I'm not
always regular, but... I think I'm going to start any day."

"Then this isn't a good time to make a baby, right? It can't
work?"

"Oh, I guess not," she said, face falling. "But my mother..."

"Your mother knows how these things work, I assume?"'

"Oh yes, she explained it to me several times, starting years
ago. But we don't discuss our own monthly doings. I think maybe
she was just hoping."

"So. That's that... I'll explain things to your mother. Maybe I
can come back through at a better time. But can I get a kiss on
the cheek for my trouble?"

"Oh, certainly," said Elizabeth with comfortable flirtatiousness,
as his lips briefly pressed against her lovely cheek.

"Goodbye, my dear, then," he said and went back downstairs. She
followed him.

"Goodness!" said Mrs. Wilson. "Was there some problem?"

"No, no... Let me talk with you alone," said Francis. "In your
room, perhaps?"

"OK, if you wish," she said, following him up into the master
bedroom. She gave a questioning glance at Elizabeth as they
passed, but Elizabeth gave nothing away.

"It isn't a suitable time of month for Elizabeth to have a baby,"
he said when the door was shut.

"Oh... It isn't? You asked her? That's very practical of you..
Maybe I was just hoping too much..."

"Where are you in your monthly cycle, might I ask?" said Francis.
Mrs. Wilson was surely in her 30s -- none too old to have another
child.

"Really! Mr. Burchstead!" But she paused, and then said, "I'm in
the middle... Twenty-eight days like clockwork. Thirteen days ago
it started. What luck, eh?" she said. "If only me and Elizabeth
were swapped."

Mrs. Wilson was no taller than her daughter. A bit more in the
chest, a bit more everywhere below. Francis figured it was worth
a try... "You folks all like the idea of my improving the gene
pool... I mean the stock. How about you instead of your
daughter?"

"Really! ... Well, I thought I was done after Timothy... John and
I never do it any more..."

"But for the chance to have a special baby with the handsome city
man..."

"Elizabeth can't know... And if John knew... You do look kind of
like him, just much healthier."

"Maybe you could get interested in sex again and seduce him
starting a couple days from now?"

"I could, couldn't I? Oh, I think he would like that very much...
If we're up here too long, Elizabeth's going to wonder."

Francis smiled with lust. "Just bend over... flip your skirt
up... hold yourself steady with the foot board... It should only
take a couple seconds."

"Oh, goodness," Irma said with a smile. She did just as asked.
Francis worked his stiff cock through his fly, pulled Irma's
undergarment to the side, and slid in. He hadn't had that many
girls, truth be told. At the deep end of his first thrust, his
cock was in a woman's hot, wet vagina. It held him tight. This
was what it was all about, making babies. As he pulled back out,
the perfect female embrace set his male innards to work, and
immense pleasure filled his brain, and he had to remember not to
make any sound. He then slid in once more, not too fast, and when
his cock tip touched the deep end, his first glob of sperm
rocketed out of him and into her. He held still while his body
packaged his production into four more globs, and shot each one
out the end to join the others. Then he quietly withdrew his cock
and pushed the shrinking thing back into his pants.

"You really finished, just like that?" whispered Irma with a bit
of amusement, standing upright.

Francis opened the door with a smile and headed downstairs, Mrs.
Wilson close behind.

"Mr. Burchstead explained," said Irma. "Everything's fine,
Elizabeth."

"Could I talk to you alone?" said Elizabeth to her mother. The
two traipsed up the stairs, and Francis heard a door shut. He
wondered what they could be talking about. After a couple
minutes, Irma came down the stairs with a little smile.

"Elizabeth would like to see you up in her room," she said, smile
turning to smirk.

Francis dutifully climbed the stairs once more.

Elizabeth said, "Could you do it to me anyway, if it's not too
much trouble? I'd just like to do it once in my life with a
handsome man... Maybe you even know some city tricks," she said,
smiling.

"Well, OK," said Francis. He began lovemaking with relish.
Kissing, letting down long blond hair, caressing... Hands all
over the light blue fancy dress, then under it, then the dress
disappearing. Then the underskirt. A beautiful girl was taking
shape. He fondled the firm, small mounds through her bra, then
fondled them without the bra. He sucked vigorously on a nipple,
making Elizabeth gasp. He turned to the other. Hands between
thighs, on the undergarment, gently over that mound, but then in
the undergarment, and then naked... He was naked too. She was
embarrassed when he proposed to use his tongue, but she relented
easily enough, and her vocalizations made it clear just how much
she liked receiving the attentions of the tongue of a handsome
man.

Then it was time for the real thing, and Francis was pleased to
see what intense yearning Elizabeth had for the act. She winced
once as his cock first made its entry, and then he was in. In the
female, who was on her back, relaxed, very horny. Trying to get
Elizabeth to come was asking too much, but he thrust in and out,
and she sure seemed to like it -- not just the whole act but the
sensations. He pumped in and out, delighted with his mate.
Elizabeth got more and more excited and then, wouldn't you know
it -- she came! A full orgasm. That was wonderful, and especially
so as she didn't seem to know what had happened to her, and that
inspired him to finish. Sperm might not have any practical
purpose here, and delivering it wasn't even a priority. But at
the end of a minute of lusty pounding he reached his ecstasy,
release, and relief -- and sperm came out too. That's the way
nature worked.

As they disconnected and lay panting, Francis said, "Is that what
you had in mind?"

"Oh, that's what I was hoping for and so much more. What I
felt... was that God calling? Will you marry me? I'll do
anything... I'll be your slave." She then started laughing. "I
know, I know, it's nothing like that, but I can still feel that
way a bit, can't I?"

"Yeah, you can. It's not God, it's just nature. You felt good the
way men feel good when they release the seed. Sometimes women do,
sometimes they don't." If he was ever in Cedar Run again, and if
she wasn't married... or maybe even if she was.... He gave a sly
smile. His cock was erect and twitching, and he realized their
first repeat encounter need not be in the indefinite future.

"You want to do it again?" he asked.

"Right now?" said Elizabeth.

He nodded.

"Sure!" she said.

Without need of foreplay, re-stiffened cock slid into
sperm-lubricated pussy and pleasure started instantly and built.
He tracked her rising excitement with great interest, and when
she came again, he was just a second behind her. That really was
quite special when the man and girl climaxed at just the same
time. He'd heard it was possible but had doubted it would ever
happen to him.

They rested a few minutes more. "It was wonderful," he said,
getting up and dressing. He had been at the Wilson house for
nearly two hours. All but the first twenty minutes had been
making love with Elizabeth.

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Noon, in an unfamiliar little town with nothing specific to do.
He had lunch in the one meager diner. Setting out on foot, he
followed roads going uphill, and kept following when they turned
into tracks and then into paths. At a couple points he had a view
down the valley.

He had a brief funny vision of him walking up and down the
streets, hawking his wares... "Sperm, free sperm! Got a fertile
vagina? Free sperm! Makes the best babies!"

Then he returned to his hotel room. He rested, he had dinner at
the inn, he read boring periodicals that were part of his work,
but mostly he thought with anticipation of his 11pm appointment.

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As Francis approached the shed behind the church, he looked
around furtively. Just why would a government inspector be going
to such a place at night?

He found a back door that was ajar, and entered.

"Hello?" he whispered.

"Yeah, hi," came a whispered voice in return. He couldn't see a
thing.

"Do you... you want to do what your note suggested?"

"Yeah."

"I'm happy to, it's just... never done anything like this without
even saying, well, a few sentences."

"Thank you kindly, but I'm just a simple girl. Just do it to me?"

"OK."

"You got your 'thing' out?"

"Yeah."

"Let me come find it."

He felt her hand take it. His cock wasn't completely hard.

"Oh," she said.

"Be a bit patient." He thought describing out loud what they were
about to do would make him fully erect. "You want me to take that
penis, and shove it up into your vagina, and go in and out for a
while and then, um, ejaculate sperm up inside you, so you can get
pregnant?"

"Yeah, that's the idea. Feels like Mr. Penis is getting the
idea... What if I said it simple, like 'Fuck my cunt and come in
there and knock me up?' "

His monologue had been doing the trick, but hers put the
finishing touches on his erection and made his cock twitch. "I
think that did the trick."

Francis heard some shifting around, felt the hand aim his cock.
It now made contact with a warm sort of surface.

"Now fuck in there... If you don't mind."

Francis reached out to have something to hold onto, and found
quite a wide rear end. But that didn't matter. When he drove his
cock forward it went into hot and wet.

"Ooo, that's great. Feels great... Come in there and make me
pregnant..."

When she put it that way it was hard to resist. Four more thrusts
and his cock was twitching, spewing sperm as he felt the most
profound satisfaction.

As he withdrew, the voice said with the hint of a laugh, "Did
your job like a good stud... thank you kindly. Bye, now... You go
first."

With his cock stuffed back into his pants, he emerged from the
shed and walked nonchalantly back to his hotel.

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Chapter 2

Francis decided to do his scheduled inspection in Juniper Creek
the next day as scheduled, and he told the proprietor at the
Washington Inn that he would be staying Saturday night. It wasn't
such a long drive to Juniper Creek, and interesting things
happened around Cedar Run. At least he had gotten two interesting
requests so far.

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He was disappointed upon his return to the Washington Inn not to
find any letters waiting for him suggesting other meetings or
visits.

Before retiring he went out back to use the outhouse -- indoor
plumbing was not one of the amenities that the Washington Inn
provided. The only light in the back yard came from a few oil
lamps in the common rooms of the inn.

When he was finished he was surprised to find a small girl
standing by the path. She looked to be about six, with
shoulder-length hair, wearing a dress.

"Can you help me?" she whispered, furtively looking back at the
Inn.

"Well, I would be happy to try. What's the problem?"

"Come around here," she said, and led Francis by the hand around
behind the outhouse and into a small glade of pine trees some
yards away. He wondered what sort of problem this could be.
Surely no one could possibly think a girl that young could get
pregnant.

"Lisa told people what you did for her behind the church last
night, and people are jealous. All over the town people think
you're handsome, and smart with your city job, and... we could
sure use babies more like you around here. That's what everyone's
saying. My sister thinks you're really handsome too, but my
parents say girls from our family don't go around sleeping with
the handsome guy who's passing through town."

So the sister was doing this on the sly. "So... is she nearby?"
He peered around in the glade.

"She can't go out of the house tonight, and my father's watching
her like a hawk. But she asked me if I'd help her with a plan,
because she really, really wants your baby."

"OK... what's the plan?"

"My parents don't care if I go out, and she says if I gave you a
special present and brought it back to her then she could have
your baby."

Sperm. He was supposed to give the little girl some sperm to
carry back to the big girl. But how could she carry sperm?

"Did you bring a jar or something?"

"No."

"How far away do you live?"

"A half mile or so."

So it would dry out if cupped in her hand. In her mouth it would
get hopelessly diluted if she didn't just spit it out on the way.
He grimaced as he thought about her butt. There was only one way
he could think of to get the sperm back to her sister.

"Did she say how you were going to carry this present back?"

The girl shook her head.

"Do you know how babies are made?"

"It's a boy and a girl do something."

"That's right, the boy puts his penis into the girl's vagina --
you know what that is?"

"I think so."

"So if your sister was here I would slide my penis into her
vagina."

"Really?"

Even in the dim light he could see her eyes open wide.

"And then something would come out of my penis -- the stuff to
make babies with... But she's not here."

The girl was still trying to take I this new information.

"One thing vaginas are very good at is carrying sperm inside and
keeping it safe and warm."

"Oh," said the girl. He could see she had just made a connection.
"I asked my sister what I had to do, and she said you would know.
I asked her to say more, but she just looked embarrassed and said
it again... that you would know."

"Yeah, the only way I can think of to get it back to her is if I
put it in your vagina myself." Why was he feeling a thrill of
excitement?

"OK," said the little girl, nervous.

"But there's a big problem. You're just a little girl so your
vagina isn't big enough to take a penis inside without it
hurting."

"Then I'll just have to hurt," she said, bravely.

"No, that's not fair..."

"No, really!" she said. "My sister wants this baby really, really
badly."

"Well, we can try." Francis was almost dizzy with excitement.
Why... why would this be exciting? A little girl.

"Then lie down here -- yeah, the pine needles are good -- and
show me your vagina -- legs apart."

Francis could barely see in the moonlight. Girl legs... yes. A
girl slit... yes. What could he do to possibly let this all work?
He spit on his fingers, then reached down to open up her slit
with his left fingers, and swish all around her female parts with
the fingers of his right. He tried poking a finger in... It took
him a bit to find the right place, but then... Wow, it was small!

"I'm doing my best to make you big enough... I'm trying."

"That's good," said the girl.

He spit on his fingers again, and then again, pushing the saliva
into the hole, burying it deeper. Width -- he needed more
width... He crammed two fingers in her vagina -- that was
difficult enough, and then he pushed them apart. The girl jerked
and froze. He saw a grimace on her face, even in the dim light.

"Oh, I can see how much that hurt. It's just not going to work."

"No, no! Keep going, please! You can make it hurt a lot more than
that, if I can get my sister what she wants."

"Oh, heaven help me," he muttered. But his body responded. Off
with the trousers and the underpants, lie down on her... Lots of
things were right. There were the thighs, the slit, the opening.
He was trying to make a girl pregnant. That all made sense. But
the size -- the legs, the hips, the pelvis -- it was all so
small. But at the same time, somewhere deep inside him, it was
even more exciting because of that. It was very confusing. His
penis was very hard, and now he guided it to the right place as
he lay down on her. He pushed, and nothing happened. He pushed
harder, and she dented in down there -- he wasn't pushing at
solid bone, at least. He reached around behind her to grab a butt
cheek with each hand, and then he pressed his stiff prong against
her as hard as it could go. That time it went in a little. Hot...
Hot and dry, but definitely he was in. He pulled back and surged
forward with great force once more. He was dimly aware that the
girl was twitching with pain... But she had said what she wanted,
and he was going to give it to her. And that thing deep inside
him wanted it more than he had ever wanted a girl in his life.

When he was in the hot, dry place a couple inches, he pulled back
and pushed in. He thrust his penis in and out within those two
inches... it got just a bit wetter as he wriggled back and forth.
He was on a girl, his hands holding her butt, her legs spread,
and his penis was up inside her -- by brute force -- but that was
enough. And she wanted sperm, right? He felt his male workings
seize up and churn, and then he pressed in deep as his cock
fired. It fired sperm right up into the girl. Shot after shot.
With the extra wet, his little back and forth movements got
easier. Then he was done, and he remembered his goal of keeping
as much sperm up inside her as possible, and carefully held her
lips tight around his shaft like a squeegee as he pulled it out.

"There you go," he said, dismounting and rising unsteadily to his
feet. The girl got up too. She was crying softly.

"That hurt a lot," she said, "but thank you."

"You could have told me to stop," he said. Though after a certain
point, he wasn't sure he would have.

"I didn't want you to. I have the stuff for my sister now?"

"Yeah, you do. Go right home and right to where she is and tell
her where I put it, and she'll be able to fish it out and put it
in her own vagina. At least I hope so."

"Thank you, sir," she said with a little curtsy.

"You're welcome, miss," he said, and then she was off.

His penis hurt from the chafing and the very hard resistance. But
it was also fantastic... He had done it with girls and women
before, of course, but never one this small. It wasn't right, of
course... except she had wanted it so much, even when it hurt,
and her sister wanted it, and it was to start a baby, and babies
were good. A once-in-a-lifetime experience. A little voice in the
back of his head wondered -- or was it?

Returning to his room, he lay in the lumpy bed looking up at the
crooked ceiling and smiled. A strange experience.. But he had now
done his best to start three new little babies in this town.

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He was gone three days, but then his schedule took him to a town
close enough to Cedar Run that staying at the Washington Inn was
reasonable.

That evening, another girl met him on the outhouse path. He
followed her back to the little glade where they could have some
privacy.

"Mary told my big sister Sarah what you did for her, and she was
thrilled. My parents won't let Sarah out of the house either, so
she sent me, to see if you'd do the same thing."

"Goodness," said Francis. "And you really want me to do that to
you?"

"Oh yes, please, sir! It would mean so much to my sister!"

"What's your name?"

"Rachel."

"And what's the other girl's name?"

"Who?"

"The one who carried the sperm back to Mary."

"Oh, her... Anne."

Rachel was perhaps a year older than Anne -- it was hard to tell
in the night. Clouds covered the crescent moon, making it even
darker than the night before. But there were enough ghostly
traces of limbs and body surfaces to tell she was still 100%
little girl. After his satisfying and luxuriant experience with
Anne...

"Did Anne tell people how much it hurt her?"

"She said it hurt a little, but was really nothing. But Sarah
said I should stretch out my kitty so I could make it easier for
you."

"Well, OK," sighed Francis, heart thumping with excitement, penis
fully engorged.

Rachel lay back and exposed herself. That he could dimly make
out. He stripped and lay beside her. He found the magic place
between her legs with his fingers and explored as he had with
Anne. She felt nothing like a mature woman, but things definitely
did seem more open.

He rolled over onto her, and pressed. It still took some work to
get in, and there was still resistance, but it was nothing like
with Anne. Within a few seconds he was in nearly to the hilt,
sliding back and forth in a hot embrace that was just slippery
enough.

"Oh!" said Rachel. And then, "Oh, wow!"

Francis now realized that he had never really known who he was
really, really attracted to. It was girls this size. The big
girls and the women were OK -- definitely exciting, especially if
they were the size of the Wilsons -- but Rachel was something
else. Anne was too, though it had been hard to sort out because
she was hurting so much.

All he had to do was pump in and out and climax. But he wanted
more...

"Can I kiss you?"

Rachel giggled. "Why would you want to do that?"

Francis gently explored with his lips until he found hers, and
then he kissed. Rachel broke away with a smacking sound and a
giggle, but Francis found her lips again, and soon she understood
he wasn't joking. As his cock pumped slowly in and out, he kissed
the girl. This was the sort of girl he wanted to lie next to
every night after he had made love to her, and then do it in the
morning too, and buy her flowers and fancy clothes... Of course,
he didn't even know what her face looked like, really, and he
didn't know if she was a nice girl or a mean girl. But this was
the size of girl...

"I like doing this with you more than I've ever liked it with
anyone else. Because you're a girl. A small girl. I guess I
shouldn't say that... people might be upset if they knew..." He
kissed her some more, tenderly. "But you'll have sperm to carry
back to your sister, and I'll get to remember how wonderful it
was kissing you."

"OK," said Rachel, who showed no sign of wanting to kiss him back
passionately.

But he kissed her softly, gently, as his thrusting got stronger,
and he rubbed his lips gently over hers while his thrusting penis
did something far less gentle -- surging gobs of sperm deep into
the little girl's pussy. Then he withdrew and sat. Rachel got up
at once and made herself decent, as Francis put his pants on from
a sitting position.

Rachel said, "Is that all, sir?"

"Yes, it is."

"Thank you., sir"

"You are so, so, so, so welcome," sighed Francis.

He felt a hesitation, and then Rachel reached over and kissed him
on the cheek before curtsying, then giggling and setting off into
the dark.

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"I have something to show you that I think you'll like. Could you
come by our house at 13 Oak Street at midnight tonight? It's very
secret, so wait in the trees behind the house where no one can
see you. It doesn't keep so well, so tonight would be best.

-- Elizabeth Wilson"

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Francis smiled. He could stay at the Washington Inn once more.
This was an invitation he would accept. He had had such a
leisurely, erotic good time with her before. That now felt like
an investment, and now he would receive the payoff.

Francis had not been waiting long when the small young woman
appeared. There was no moon and they were under trees, so he
could only see the dimmest outlines of things.

"My brothers and father are home, so I don't have long!" she
said. She looked around, then paused and said, "Are you willing?
To father my baby?"

"Most definitely!" said Francis.

She found a tree with smooth bark and backed up against it, then
lifted her skirt. Francis pulled his trousers and underpants down
to his knees, and slid in towards her. He knew he'd have to squat
a bit, given her height. Exploring with his hand, he found ...
panties. He was already using one hand to stabilize himself, so
with the right he pushed the panty crotch aside and tried to open
her lips. He couldn't do a decent job of it, really, but he aimed
his cock and pushed. First it hit the edge of panty cloth, but
with a slight adjustment it hit girl flesh, and then he pushed
in. He didn't get very far in, given the awkward position. But he
knew it was far enough. Sperm are good swimmers. He pushed once,
twice, three times, and then let out a quiet gasp as his seed
shot out of his privates and into her privates. Orgasm hides much
discomfort, but he was already aware of the discomfort of the
position as his fourth shot was dribbling out, so he carefully
withdrew, stood up straight and made himself decent. Elizabeth
pushed herself away from the tree to stand upright.

"Time for one kiss," she said, and stood on tip toes to reach
him. "It's so exciting to feel your thing go in and hear you gasp
and know what's happening down there. But I'll always remember
that other time."

"Yes, me too," said Francis.

And with that, she was gone into the darkness.

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Chapter 3

Francis did have a job to do. He traveled through the rest of his
territory, staying at other inns at night. When he next stopped
by the Washington Inn there were a dozen little envelopes waiting
for him, a couple suggesting liaisons the day after he had
checked out last, the others making inquiries about a more direct
line of communication. A couple actually suggested dates when a
visit from him would be welcome. One happened to be right then,
so he paid a social visit and found a teen girl who was eager and
excited at the prospect and reality of her first mating. She was
plenty attractive, with nice big breasts, and a narrow waist and
broad hips and it was OK, but he did have the sense more of doing
a duty than having good sex -- or what he had come to view as the
best sex.

On another visit he found a widow who looked OK, but once in bed
he found he could not get an erection. Was it her experience? --
as a widow sex was nothing at all new to her. Or did he sense the
grief of losing her husband? Whatever it was, something was
wrong. He apologized profusely and left.

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He was staying at the Jefferson Arms, and returning from the
outhouse a young woman accosted him.

"Sorry to bother you kind sir, but I have a problem. Could you
follow me -- if you're willing?"

Francis followed her around behind the outhouse and some yards
away to a dark, secluded spot.

"I hope you don't think it too forward of me, sir, but you do
have a reputation as a man who might help out a girl in need."

"Oh, are you in trouble?"

The girl paused, taking a moment to gather his meaning, then
laughed softly. "Not that kind of trouble. More like... I was
hoping you could get me into that kind of trouble."

Francis sighed. "I'm so well known people track me down behind
outhouses throughout the county... Cedar Run is twenty miles
away! How did you know I was here?"

"Oh, we all know your car now. So seeing your car out front and
knowing it was the right time for me, I thought I could catch
you, perhaps..."

"So what do they say about me?"

"They say you're handsome and tall and you're from the city and
have a government job. Just the kind of man any girl would want
to start her baby. Instead of the local boys... Maybe you know
what I mean?"

"Yes, I know."

"And three girls in Cedar Run are now getting rounded bellies and
are thrilled... If you don't find me attractive, then sorry to
bother you, but lots of men... well, it can be real quick, of
course."

She was attractive. The prospect of fathering a child for so
little work was still appealing...

"OK, OK, doggy style," he said as his cock lengthened in his
pants.

The girl's face erupted in a wide smile as she assumed her
position, flipping her dress up to expose the part that mattered.
She was wearing no underwear. Typical, he supposed, if you're
hoping to make it as easy as possible for a penis to do his job.

Francis knelt behind her, aimed, and thrust his cock into the
pussy on offer. Sometimes he had the sense that a fertile pussy
gave an ideal sort of arousal -- just the best it could possibly
be to make him climax. But something held him back. He was
thinking of Rachel, and Anne, and how much he liked them. He had
seen each of them exactly once. Putting them out of his mind, he
concentrated on those sensations on his cock, and shoved in deep
as he spewed out his sperm. It had taken a couple minutes, but
without the thoughts about the little girls, ten seconds would
have been plenty.

The girl rose, still beaming, but he looked at her and sighed.

"Could you put out the word through your grapevine that I'm done
with this business. No more starting babies in women I've never
met before..."

"Oh, OK, sir," she said with a big smile, still apparently
happier with the load of sperm she was carrying than concerned
about the message with far wider implications.

So he was done!

Now and then he got a letter at one of the inns that he ignored,
or someone tried to meet him out back on his way back from the
outhouse, but he shooed them away.

He was getting more than a bit horny, as weeks went by without
sex. He might have enjoyed Elizabeth's company, but word had
reached him that she was pregnant with his baby, and the dangers
of her brothers or father finding him out were too great.

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He sighed as the figure appeared from the shadows, just as he was
exiting the outhouse.

"No," he said. "No, no, no..."

But the figure was small... not an adult woman... He blinked
several times... "Rachel?"

"Yes, sir, it's me," she said. "Can I talk to you out back?"

He would be delighted to talk with Rachel. On this night the moon
was out and he could see her clearly, as they stopped in the
glade. Lovely young girl, just lovely... He reached out just a
little, hoping she might run into his arms, but... Well, of
course not.

"What brings you out to see me?" he said.

"The news went around that you didn't want to be starting any
more babies, and lots of people were very, very sad."

"Oh, I'm sorry..." he said. He almost said he'd take up where he
left off if he could hug and kiss Rachel, and maybe... What was
he thinking? She was just a little girl!... But still, to hug and
kiss...

"But I thought, just maybe, you sort of said you thought I was
special..."

"Oh, I did, I did! I do, I do!"

"So... I thought just maybe you'd give me a little gift and I
could carry it back to someone who really wants your baby, even
if you wouldn't for most people. Oh, and my sister says to
special thank you, no matter what, because your baby is kicking a
lot inside her now."

The news of his impending fatherhood barely registered. "Give a
gift to you? Oh, yes, that would be fine, yes!" said Francis.

"Oh, goody!" said Rachel, stripping.

While getting naked himself, Francis said, "One condition.."

"What?" said Rachel, alert and concerned.

"I get to kiss you."

She laughed. "Oh, sure...."

Sliding his stiff cock into her vagina was totally different from
sliding it into some woman or big girl... So magnificent. He
started kissing.

Rachel pulled away and smiled. "You kiss me because you like me,
right?"

"Absolutely!"

"Did you kiss all those women too?"

"No... No, I didn't. I kiss you because... because you're
special."

"That's nice!" said Rachel.

He didn't suppose it really made sense, but as he felt his orgasm
coming he tried to bundle up all the love he could along with the
sperm he surged up into Rachel's pussy.

As they got up something occurred to him. "Wait... Who's this
for?"

"I'm... I'm not supposed to say. But it's a grown-up."

"Is anyone keeping her from leaving the house? You don't have to
carry it a half mile back, do you?"

"No, she's waiting pretty close by, but she thought she should
stay hidden so it was just you and me."

"That... That was a good choice."

"OK, bye!"

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It was Anne waiting near the path.

"Anne? Is that you?"

"Yeah," she said, walking around behind the outhouse. Francis
knew to follow.

"You gave your sperm to Rachel to carry back. Mrs. Cartwright
thanks you."

"Tell her she's welcome, I guess."

"Rachel said you liked her most and she could carry sperm for
you..."

"That's true."

"... and no one else can..."

Suddenly Anne's demeanor changed and she smiled at him, reaching
out as any child that age might to be picked up.

As Francis bent over to pick her up, she leapt into his arms and
wrapped her legs around behind him, gave him the most loving
smile, and kissed him on one cheek, then the other cheek, and
grinned.

Francis was confused. Here was a pretty girl, going out of her
way to be affectionate with him. That was something he didn't get
much in life -- had he ever? It tugged at the part of him that
would like to have a family some day. But the implication was
clear... She would also be happy to lie back on the ground and
urge him on as he slid his penis up inside her and orgasmed in
her little girl vagina.

There was Rachel... He had told her he felt she was special. And
she was -- but she was hardly his girlfriend. She hadn't even
done what Anne was doing now -- which was wonderful!

He reached forward slowly with his lips. She reached forward too,
and held still while he gave her a tender kiss, and then returned
it.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, I'd like you too..."

"Enough to let me carry sperm too?"

"Yes, I think so... On one condition..."

"What?"

"I get to kiss you."

"You just did!"

"But again..." She returned his kiss. "And again..." Once more
little girl lips touched his own, tenderly.

"Anything else?" she said, a little impatient.

"No, no... You want the sperm now?"

"Yes!"

"I hope it's not going to hurt like it did before," said Francis
with concern.

"No, that's all taken care of. I'm big enough down there." Anne
was stripping.

"Oh, wonderful!" said Francis. Little girl torso, little pale
body, little pale legs spread wide, little girl slit. A little
girl slit in a girl who wanted more than anything for him to
slide his penis into that slit, over and over, as long as it
took, until he felt so good he ejaculated inside her. He realized
that it was the small girl form that really captured his heart.
Rachel was nice, maybe he felt a bit of commitment as he'd
promised her first she could carry his sperm... but his ecstasy
and total fulfillment was the same when he spurted seed up into
Anne. And earlier, jumping into his arms, and kissing him...

When they were both dressed she reached her arms up again, and he
almost reached out to her before saying, "You need to get back to
the girl who wants this, right, to make sure the sperm stays in
as long as possible?"

"There's no one who wants this sperm," she said. "I just wanted
to see if you'd be willing. Was that bad of me?"

"No... No, you never promised." And he figured he would lie on
this girl and lovingly spurt his sperm up into her twenty times a
day if she let him.

"But I'm sure I'll be back to help when there's someone who
really does want to get pregnant."

He reached out to her and once more she leapt into his arms and
kissed him, then she wriggled and he let her down.

Anne smiled. "Bye-bye now -- sir."

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The Windswept Inn had indoor plumbing, so catching him outside on
the way back from attending to nature's call was not an option.

"You have a visitor, sir," came a voice through the door to his
room. It was 6pm and he was about to go down for supper. That was
most unusual.

As he entered the lobby, there was a girl he'd never seen before
-- a cute little girl just Anne's age.

"I've come for my reading lesson, sir," she said, fixing Francis
with a knowing look.

"Oh, oh yes, come right on up!" he said. Reading lesson, reading
lesson...

Once inside the room, the girl said, "Sorry I had to fib, but
they say maybe you'd teach a lesson to a girl like me."

He sat on the side of the bed and she sat beside him, and leaned
her head against his side.

Somehow, this seemed incredible. Right up in his room in the inn?

"Any particular place I should teach you this lesson?"

The girl spread her legs, pushing the skirt out of the way, and
pointed between her legs. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She
flopped back on the bed.

Right. There was no ambiguity about what she meant. She was
young, and pretty enough even if not gorgeous. Would he be
willing? Mmmmm, would he ever!

"I'm afraid on the bed would be too noisy," whispered Francis.
"We have to be very quiet."

He spread the blanket on the floor, and the girl instantly lay on
it, legs spread wide, ready to receive her lesson.

Francis took off his trousers and underpants and lay down over
the girl. She reached in to pull her girl lips apart. She didn't
inspire in him the same strong desire to kiss her as Rachel and
Anne did. But he certainly reacted the same way to her body as he
had to the other two. Penetration was not difficult, she just
smiled a little as she felt her body invaded for the first time
by a penis, and he stroked in and out. He listened carefully. No,
the motion didn't make the floorboards creak. To see a little
girl's body in the daylight -- so much more detail... little dark
circles where nipples would grow one day, but as of now
completely flat. He pumped just a little faster, a little deeper,
and then held still while he tucked his load of sperm up inside
the girl, careful to remain silent.

When he finished, pulled out, and got up, the girl rose too and
said, "Thank you for the lesson." Quickly making herself decent,
she left the Inn without escort.

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Chapter 4

When Francis wasn't assigned to the backwoods country and stayed
at his own apartment near Washington, he felt restless. Some
little girl was waiting up there in the back woods for his sperm
so she could transfer it into a fertile vagina, and since he was
down here, she wasn't getting it.

He asked in Cedar Run if there was anyone who might be willing to
rent him a room. They had to understand what he was going to be
doing to a parade of little girls who would be coming and going.
There was a great deal of interest. They asked if he would be
wanting board along with the room -- any meals? He thought that
would be wonderful. He paid visits to four homes, and it was
apparent they were trying to woo him with fine food. And it was
all very good!

He chose Mrs. Green. She was a woman in her late 50s and recently
widowed, so she could use the company -- and the rent. She liked
the idea of someone to cook for. She had two adult daughters who
were married and lived nearby. One of them was the mother of Mary
and Anne. The mother and Mary each had a fine toddler who Francis
had fathered. Mrs. Green had known about this arrangement from
the start and had no moral problem with Francis having sex with
willing little girls for such a good cause.

So after moving in, Francis set off in his car each morning to do
his government job, and was often gone for ten hours. But he left
after a delicious breakfast Mrs. Green had prepared for him. He
carried with him a tasty box lunch, and upon his return he could
look forward to a lovely dinner. There might be a little girl
waiting impatiently for him the moment he came home, and if so he
retreated with her to the bedroom to give her what she came for.
Perhaps towards bedtime a girl would arrive to receive a gift in
her vagina to be carried back to a fertile female -- whether
there had been a girl in the late afternoon or not. Experience
indicated he was potent enough to have a good shot at fathering
three children a day.

They just could not manage to open up Julia's vagina so she could
take Francis's penis. No one knew quite why, but they couldn't.

Most girls had some adjustment to do to get used to Francis
poking them in the vagina, but Priscilla just couldn't. She was a
little odd socially to begin with, and they sensed it wouldn't be
good to force her.

Caroline was reserved. She seemed just as willing at the others,
but said a lot less. She had a little extra fat on her, including
her thighs. Her vagina wasn't as deep as the others, and Francis
adjusted accordingly.

Helen had wavy blond hair and the most gorgeous blue eyes. Left
to her own devices, she was all giggles and jokes. But she
learned that when Francis had his penis in her, thrusting away
with greater and greater urgency, it was time to be quiet and
respectful as he reached ecstasy and spurted into her.

Nancy seemed to like the hugging and kissing part. She liked it
even more than Francis did. She had dark brown eyes and rather
dark skin.

Meghan was pale, with red hair and freckles. She had notably
skinny thighs, and her labial slit was longer than on most girls.
She reported that when stuffed with Francis's penis, things felt
good down there... good in a different way. Good in a way she
liked.

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Francis had been sleeping alone his whole life. But now he became
aware that maybe he didn't have to. While many adult women or
teen girls would have been willing to volunteer for that duty,
that wasn't what he wanted.

"Rachel, would you be willing to sleep in my bed at night?"

"I guess so. Why?"

"So I can hug you and kiss you and feel you warm lying next to
me."

"Well, OK. Like I was your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, sort of, just for the night. I know it might not be your
very favorite thing to do."

"Sounds OK."

"Ask your mother if it would be OK now and then. As for other
times, I'd be sure to make time to give you sperm to carry any
time you wanted me to." There were sometimes more little girls
waiting for sperm than he could handle.

Rachel smiled when she heard that.

Her bedtime was 9pm, and he lay down with her then. After a bit
of hugging and kissing, he spooned behind her and she fell
asleep. He lay there for an hour admiring the beautiful little
girl in front of him, chest gently rising and falling. He fell
asleep himself, and then woke to her tossing and turning. But
that little girl next to him... it was very arousing. His cock
quickly got hard, but it was much more than that to draw him to
her -- that made her seem irresistible.

"Rachel," he said, and then "Rachel once more as he gently shook
her shoulder.

"I want to give you some sperm. Do you mind?"

"There's no one trying to get pregnant!"

"I know, I just want to do it because I really want to do it. It
won't take long."

"OK," said Rachel with a shrug, and she pulled down her pajama
bottoms and panties, then lay on her back. She looked up at him
with sleepy eyes as he lay on top of her and did what he wanted
-- what he craved! When he was through, he dismounted and pulled
the panties and pajama bottoms up again.

After a moment, Rachel said, "So we just leave the sperm up
there?"

"Yeah! Isn't that more relaxing? That's what big girls and women
would always do when they got sperm from a man -- just leave it
up there."

"Well, OK. Can I go to sleep now?"

"Yeah, just one kiss."

So Rachel slept with him one night a week.

Anne -- things went even more smoothly with Anne. Once he felt
compelled to mate with her three times in one night, and she put
up with it like a good sport. She didn't really understand why it
was so special to him, but she respected it and accepted it, more
than any other girl.

That left five more nights. He didn't mind sleeping alone now and
then, but he wanted more like five days a week with a girl by his
side at night. And he got it. Three more girls: Meghan, Nancy,
and Caroline, though there was flexibility and substitution.

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Chapter 5

Often he liked to make the sex last, because it was so much fun.
The first signs of his difficulties were subtle. In the old days
if he had other things to do he could tuck sperm up into a little
vagina with just a minute or two of thrusting.

But now sometimes took three minutes, then five, and then ten.
Sometimes it was quick, like before, but the delays became
unpredictable. When it got to be half an hour other people
noticed, since often the girl had other plans, or the woman was
counting on getting her creamy transfer from the girl within
fifteen minutes at most after she went in to Francis's bed.

Then once the girl just had to go before he was finished, which
was confusing to everyone. And then he entered a little girl --
Anne no less! -- and after a full hour of thrusting inside her
did not ejaculate. Anne was one of the most patient girls, but
even she got quite bored as he went on and on, rowing in and out
of her.

This same thing happened more and more often, but he started
giving up after half an hour at the most, when the girl started
getting notably impatient. If he hadn't finished in half an hour
it seemed unlikely he would finish at all.

He couldn't keep this a secret from everyone, and soon a select
group of adult women knew what was happening, and wondered what
to do. If he was copulating with a little girl in the morning and
had to give up without finishing, he found he couldn't
concentrate at work. Sometimes he couldn't even get himself to go
to work. As the situation continued, he quit his job before they
fired him. Fortunately, he had enough savings to keep paying for
room and board with Mrs. Green. Compared to the city, living
expenses here were very low.

But he was deeply troubled. He was sad -- it seemed his whole
life was changing, his purpose taken away from him. He took to
spending more and more time in bed. Sometimes he cried. Then he
seemed to be crying more often than not. That much grief didn't
make sense though -- something else was happening to him other
than just not being a reliable inseminator. What always cheered
him up, however, was the arrival of a little girl. He never had
trouble achieving an erection, and inserting his penis and rowing
in and out not only calmed him but gave him a smile that reminded
everyone of the old Francis who everyone had found so handsome
and sexy.

But at some point the girl had to leave, and Francis got sad. The
girls were confused and upset when Francis burst into tears of
grief as he withdrew his penis from them.

The women who were in on Francis's reproductive operations
included mothers of the girls, and the mothers of his children --
the latter a large group. It also included of course some of
their friends. Very few men had any sympathy, however. This was
almost purely a group of females.

Some visited Francis and saw him crying his heart out or so
exhausted he couldn't cry any more. Their hearts went out to him.
The one and only thing that made him feel better was when he
could thrust his penis in and out of a girl. This man had done so
much for them -- mothers of his fine, healthy children felt this
way especially -- that they wondered if they could come up with a
rotation so that he always had a bed companion.

He had absolutely no interest in anyone male, and no interest in
any female with breasts or hips. But girls of 9 or 10 he would
usually mate with with satisfaction. As the women saw him thrust
his penis into such a girl, they could see his face turn from
agony to contentment. They didn't want to try him with any girl
below the age of 5 or 6, because he would be frantic if he
couldn't get his penis into the girl. Even girls of those ages
were tested and perhaps stretched a bit to make sure his penis
would fit.

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"Mrs. Green -- come quick! I think he just ejaculated!"

"Yeah, I did!" said Francis, who usually didn't talk much.

"OK, Meghan," said Mrs. Green. "Come on out to the other room,
and Mary... Mary, go in to lie with Francis. You're next."
Francis might go two weeks without an ejaculation these days.

Francis was content for a couple minutes after an ejaculation,
and his penis softened. But it soon got hard again. "Here, Mr.
Burchstead, right in here..." said Mary softly. She lay on her
side, naked, facing away from Francis, and guided his stiff cock
between her legs and up into her vagina from the rear side.

"Aaaah, ooooo, that's nice!" said Francis, relaxing as he thrust
into his mate and started the gentle rowing motion of sex.

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"Who said she was fertile today... Ah, Sarah! She wants another
baby. Have her come quick..."

Nancy was a girl who would be taking her turn with Francis before
long, but at the moment she was free. She went out to find Sarah.

Sarah raced into the spare room, pulled down her panties, flipped
up her dress, and lay back on the bed, knees in her hands. Inside
her body, her vagina was close to vertical. Gravity would do its
little bit to pull any sperm downwards towards her cervix.

"OK, squat over her, Meghan, that's right... Now put your finger
up inside and pull it out... There, you got some! The creamy
stuff."

Sarah held her vagina wide open with her fingers. Meghan put her
gooey finger in as far as she could before touching flesh, and
then pressed it in as far as it would go, but then brought the
finger back to try to dig out more.

"Wow, there's a lot today... Get Mrs. Thorn, will you, Nancy?"

"Wait, I want it all!" said Sarah.

"I saw there's plenty, and you can share!"

Sarah gave a huge sigh. "Well, all right... One more fingerful,
Meghan."

"No, Meghan, come with me."

After a minute Mrs. Thorn appeared and raced into another spare
bedroom, and exposed her vagina as fully and quickly as she
could. Meghan squatted over her in turn, and reached up inside
for more bits of creamy goo. There were just a few streaks left
as her finger came out, but that was often all it took.

"I think his balls make the stuff just about as fast as ever, he
just doesn't empty them very often," said Mrs. Green.

"Maybe so," said Mrs. Thorn.

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Nancy was in a sound sleep, and struggled to regain consciousness
as she was aware of Francis awake and getting agitated. When he
fell deeply asleep, his penis typically slid out of whatever girl
it had been occupying.

Now, waking up, fortunately he was oriented enough to know what
to do to calm himself. He slid Nancy onto her back, Nancy spread
her legs, Francis crawled onto her, and she saw him relax at the
same moment she felt his penis sliding up inside of her. She
couldn't actually sleep while he was on top of her doing it to
her, but she could shut her eyes again and wake up more
gradually. His weight on top of her and his penis rowing in and
out was not at all uncomfortable... it was actually rather
comforting, even if she was only 7 years old.

When she was fully awake, she pushed him a bit so they were on
their sides, face to face, penis still sliding in and out.

"How's that, Mr. Burchstead?" she asked.

"Fine, that's fine," he said.

"Can I ride you?" she asked. She was feeling feisty, for some
reason.

At that he gave a big smile, and she pushed him onto his back,
while she squeezed to help keep his cock up inside her, and then
she rode him. Up and down... up and down. When she got tired she
paused, and after a moment she felt him push up into her from
below several times. When she got her energy back to slide up and
down on him, he relaxed again.

"I'm going to turn around, now," she said softly, "so we can do
it from the rear." By far the most relaxing position was on their
sides, with him behind his girl, thrusting up into her. Some
girls found they could actually sleep that way. Still impaled on
Francis's penis, she turned around to face his feet.

"Oh, I wanna do it the old way!" he said, when she had turned
around.

He pushed them onto their sides, but then lifted her pelvis up as
she rose behind her. His cock sprang out, and Nancy was worried
momentarily, but he found her vagina and got his penis back into
it. And then he did her like a doggy, full of energy, full of
lust. Nancy felt a little proud that he had found the energy to
do this when she was the one in bed with him.

And he had the energy to go on a long time, grabbing her hips,
thrusting in and out, fast and deep. Then he sighed and they slid
onto their sides and he went back to what was the most common
thing, thrusting lazily into a girl from behind as they lay on
their sides.

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"Mr. Burchstead, Mr. Burchstead," said Nancy, "I've got to go
now, but let me take your hand... It's Anne, and feel her vagina,
it's right there... As soon as you pull out of me you can go
right up inside of her? No need to get anxious, OK?"

"OK, yeah, OK," said Francis, who had been drowsing. "That's very
nice of you.... Anne, is it? Anne... I remember you, you were one
of my first."

"That's right," said Anne. Nancy could see Anne's eyes
glistening.

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Chapter 6

"Now, Wendy, I know you think this is kind of icky. You've
watched it plenty so you know what's going on. But we've
stretched your vagina out so his penis will slide in just fine.
You know it won't hurt, right?"

"Yeah."

"And we waited until you were six. We even waited a few more days
past your birthday. But now you're a big girl, and you can do
your chores like a big girl."

"Yes, mother. But why do we have to do this? He just lies there
all day long, sticking his penis in and out of little girls."

"That's true, but have you seen what happens when he doesn't get
to? You've seen it, right? A few years ago?"

Wendy nodded reluctantly. She'd seen it a few times and heard it
more. You could hear it from the street outside sometimes.

"This is your daddy we're talking about here... The man who gave
you life! That's the least a little girl can do for his daddy,
don't you think? We're helping to ease your daddy's life -- poor
daddy... Are you ready?"

Wendy shook her head.

"OK... Remember the other little girls who let daddy's penis go
into them so you could be born in the first place? Rachel for
you. Rachel is your God-sister. The other day your daddy felt up
on Rachel's chest and felt her breast and started crying. She
says he kept trying to poke his penis in and out but it got
softer and softer. They had to get a new girl in a hurry. But can
you imagine how Rachel felt -- being one of daddy's original
favorites, and then she got too old?"

Wendy shrugged. That didn't seem so terrible at all to her, to be
free of getting poked in the privates.

"Well, it was hard for her, let me tell you. So girls grow up and
get too old for daddy, and then new little girls have to take
their place. And now it's your turn. Ready?"

Wendy sighed. "Yes, mother."

"Francis, Francis, here's a new girl. This is your daughter
Wendy."

"Oh, yeah, I've seen you before," said Francis, in a moment of
relative clarity. "Hi, Wendy."

"Hi, daddy," she said.

"Now Wendy's big enough that you can slide your penis into her.
Do you like that idea?"

"Oh, yes... Yes, that would be wonderful..."

"So see, there's Wendy's vagina, right there. As soon as you
slide it out of Meghan, you can slide it right into Wendy? OK? No
need to get anxious."

"OK, yes, thanks..." said Francis. He slid out of Meghan, and
then climbed on top of Wendy and slid his penis right inside of
her. "Oh, a new girl," he said. "A new girl is so nice... Such a
nice vagina.. This is the first time my penis has been inside
you?"

Wendy nodded.

"And no one else's penis has been in there yet?"

Wendy shook her head, and her mother said, "Oh, of course not,
Francis."

Francis plunged in and out energetically. Wendy's mother left,
and Francis kept plunging. "Oh, that is so nice, Wendy. Your
pussy is so nice! I don't know, I don't promise anything, but I
think I might come. Don't be too surprised if I come..."

"OK, I'll let Mrs. Green know... Mrs. Green!"

"Oh, wow, you are so sexy, Wendy! So nice... So tight and fresh
down there." She heard Mrs. Green talking softly to some others
out in the main room, and then she came in and stood back out of
the way, waiting. Ten minutes went by, and Francis kept stroking
fast. "I'm getting tired... I'm so tired, but I think... I think
it's going to..." Five minutes later he said, "Yes, yes, yes....
yes, yes, Aaaaaahhhhhhh!"

Mrs. Green said, "OK, up you go, Wendy, you're going to be a
God-sister to someone... Oh, look, the sperm is sliding out of
you already... there must be a whole lot up in there... It might
do for three or four!"

"Well, that would be something," said Francis, more lucid than
usual. "You are quite a special little girl, Wendy!"

Under Mrs. Green's supervision, Wendy squatted in turn over an
adult woman, two big girls, and one more adult and fingered the
creamy stuff out of her vagina and down into theirs.

Her mother had reappeared when the news reached her that Francis
had ejaculated up inside her.

"That wasn't a very long shift you had, Wendy, but you did
fantastic!"

"What did I do?"

"Well... nothing you meant to do, I guess... But you made your
daddy ejaculate a whole bunch so he must think somehow you're
very special."

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No one knew quite what happened, but some people thought Wendy
was the start. Just about every time Francis slid his penis up
into Wendy, he came. The first time had taken half an hour, but
the next time only took 15 minutes. And then he came in a few
other girls. And when he was finished he stayed calm for some
time. An hour, sometimes. And he came to be confident he could
come soon in some girl -- Wendy, if nobody else. One thing led to
another. He didn't wake up crying -- though he was always glad to
find a little girl in bed with him. He didn't need to slide his
penis into her right away. Sometimes he didn't at all. He took
walks. He went hours in the day time with his penis resting
softly inside his underwear, insignificant as it waited, the same
as the penises of most men, most of the time.

He remembered how sad he had been, and how kind everyone had been
to him... He was astonished how hard they had worked to keep his
penis safely tucked inside a little girl vagina to keep him from
going into agonizing despair. Partly he was mortified. Partly he
was very thankful.

He did his best to give back to the community. He offered to
tutor every single girl whose vagina he had ever invaded. He
offered to spend time with every one, just doing what a good
grown-up friend would do. He spent time in the little town
library, reading the shelves, making sure the books were in
order. He swept the streets in the town center. He sat with the
old folks in the nursing homes, just to be present with them.

He organized a trip to Washington so all the little boys and
girls could see the capital of the nation and the amazing things
in the museums.

He didn't do anything special or dramatic with his children,
because large parts of the town's population, especially the
males, were unaware of his prodigious deeds of fertilization. His
activity was in a sense a slap in the face to the local men... He
was better than them, and would father better children. They knew
it too, but didn't like to admit it or have their noses rubbed in
it.

So Francis met with his children a few at a time, sons and
daughters both. Only when they were old enough to keep a secret
did they find out he was their father.

But now, 10 years after his first arrival, the interest in having
his babies dropped off considerably. He himself explained that
with too many children there was a danger of inbreeding. He might
have better genes than most of the townspeople, but marriages
between half-brothers and half-sisters would be heading in the
wrong direction again. Others had learned this in school too, and
it also intuitively made sense to people.

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"You don't have to do this, you know?" said Francis to Wendy
softly. She was now 8 years old.

"Of course I don't. But I want to. I feel kind of proud to be the
one who started to cure you. And you like me a whole lot."

"Yes, I try to like all my children the same."

"Yeah, but when your penis is hard, you really like to stick it
in my vagina a whole lot, like a whole, whole lot, right?"

"That is true..."

They were staying overnight in the home of a sympathetic widow in
a valley three hours from Cedar Run. Wendy, Francis, and Wendy's
mother. Daddy's good genes were still in demand out there.

When Wendy had a vagina full of her daddy's sperm, she went to
the other room, where her mother had a local woman or big girl on
her back, legs spread wide, and vaginal lips spread wide, and
Wendy fingered the creamy stuff from her own little pussy to the
woman's big one to start a new baby.

The women were so grateful. And then for Wendy it was back to
daddy, and his stiff cock, and the look of total lust and love as
he pounded away in her vagina and shot another load of the stuff
that makes babies right up in there deep. With Wendy as his
inspiration and his sperm receptacle, he could father six babies
a day, no problem.

Wendy loved her daddy very, very much.

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