Author: Sterling
Title: Wanted: One Good Man to Impregnate Dozens
Summary: James Conant retreats to a cabin in a neighboring nation
to recover from grief. They had just emerged from a war during
which the marauding enemy had killed all the males they could
find. To his surprise, he is in high demand to provide, one girl
at a time, the one thing that the survivors cannot do without. A
prudish culture and individual personalities add the spice.
Keywords: MF, Mf, Mff+, humor, preg, harem, group

NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 4/10/2022.

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Wanted: One Good Man to Impregnate Dozens

Chapter 1

Mr. James Conant was a moderately successful accountant, a
content man making a life in the capital of Einland, a small
land-locked nation. But all that had changed in a single night.
The fire had claimed the lives of his wife Susan and his two
small sons. Everyone thought of him now with sympathy as a
"widower and childless", but only he knew how much more than
"just a woman" Susan had been, and how delightful each of the
boys, so much more than "just children". At least that's how he
felt about it.

In any case, they were gone. There was an immediate outpouring of
sympathy and support, which at the least distracted him, but then
that stopped. Weeks after the event, he was in a very dark mood.
There were a few offers that were more than short-term sympathy.
His boss offered him some time off. Friends and relatives invited
him to come stay with them indefinitely. But the one offer that
intrigued him was from a Mr. Johnson, a fellow accountant at his
firm. He had inherited from his father a small cabin in the hills
of the neighboring nation of Ausland, used for vacations and a
retreat from urban life. Mr. Johnson said he would like to use it
more, but it seemed the time was never right, and he would love
to see it be of benefit to somebody.

One complication was that Ausland had just emerged from a civil
war. The war had pitted primarily the plains people of the south
against the hill people of the north. Destruction and loss were
severe all over, but the hill people had gotten the worst of it.
In some areas, ravaging soldiers of the plains had slaughtered
the entire population.

Johnson offered James the use of the cabin for as long as he
wished. James thought this was a good option for him to try out.
For one thing, he could be alone. And if he did venture out to
meet some others, they would be people who had suffered severe
loss -- worse than his. They were people who were trying to put
their lives together while grieving for all that had been lost.
He did not feel like being around cheerful people.

His few necessary belongings fit in his trusty Model T Ford, and
off he went on the day-long journey to the cabin.

There was considerable work to be done to set himself up in a
livable situation, but after a few days he felt settled enough
that he could sit on the porch in the old rocking chair. It was a
sunny afternoon in fall, with mild temperatures and a slight
breeze. The cabin was on a hillside, and when the leaves fell he
might have a view across the valley, but for now all he could see
was forest. That was pleasant enough. Thoughts of his dead wife
and sons flitted through his mind, but did not come to roost
heavily.

He was lost in this own thoughts for some time before he saw a
woman heading up towards his cabin, glancing up at him
periodically as she came. There were a few different paths that
led to the cabin or past the cabin, and James had set himself the
future task of finding out where they went. The usual access to
the cabin was by way of a long, ill-maintained road leading to a
short, ill-maintained driveway that ended a hundred yards from
the cabin. There he had left his car. But there were footpaths
from the cabin that led other places.

When the woman was 20 yards distant she stopped. She had gray
hair and was not young. Her clothing was informal and practical
-- the sort he would have expected from a rural resident of the
hill country. "Good afternoon," she said.

"And good afternoon to you," he said. The two countries spoke
essentially the same language, but the pronunciation was
different enough that you could tell someone's nationality just
from hearing a few words.

"Ah, an Einlander!" said the woman with a smile.

"Yes, that's me," said James. "I have an Einlander friend Mr.
Johnson who owns this cabin and suggested I come stay here for a
while."

"Oh, that's fine," said the woman, with visible relief, but then
her face darkened. "Plenty of plains people had vacation cabins
up here, and -- well, it's hard to have them around."

"I can understand that, given what you've been through."

She nodded, looking off into the trees. "Are you a single man?"
she asked.

James tried to imagine how he looked to her. He was 36 years old,
and rather handsome and well-built -- everyone seemed to agree.
He had the smarts to be a very good accountant. "A widower," he
said, and found a new wave of grief washing over him. "She died
in a fire, along with our two sons." He realized his eyes were
glistening.

"Ah, so you know grief too. In some areas of the hills everyone
is gone -- everyone! In some places it was just the soldiers --
very few soldiers made it back alive. Here -- here, the lowland
swine came through, and killed all the men they could find -- and
all the little boys too!"

"I'm so sorry," said James.

"Me, I lost my sons --both of them, soldiers. And as for
nephews... too many to count. My sister lived down near the
border -- all of them are gone."

There was loss here to far exceed his own -- to make his own
sound even trivial. He knew there would be, but to hear of it so
soon and to hear of so much -- it still moved him.

"The farm work -- it's tough learning to do all the work the men
used to do! But we're building up our muscles. We're used to it
now. We can do anything the men used to do. Well, with one
exception." She gave a shy smile. "You looking for a new wife?"
she said, then laughed.

James shook his head. "Too soon." He might remarry some day. When
he did, it would be to one of his own kind, not someone from the
hills of Ausland.

"Ah yes, sure, I see, but you'd certainly have plenty to choose
from around here!" She added quickly, "Not me, you understand,
but two of my daughters were married, but when their husbands
were killed they came back to live with me -- widows, though no
children. And there are so many widows around! And so many girls
coming up on marrying age who now have no one to marry. Like my
youngest, my third daughter, just now old enough to marry."

James shook his head. "I'm sorry."

"There are a few men who made it back from the war -- but darn
few. There are also some who couldn't serve or the cowards who
also happened to be in hiding when the swine came through -- and
those were mostly the cowards! Men from the plains are not
welcome, but a few try to come up here anyway. They seem to die
soon, some way or other, so fewer and fewer try. But the good men
of the hills -- and even the little boys! -- around here they are
all gone. Some of us feel and act defeated, and just want to live
out our days in peace. But others -- most of us -- want to build
back so the hills will be full of hill people once more! We need
to have lots of children."

There were of course eligible young men in Einland, but
Einlanders typically looked down on Auslanders, especially the
hill people. James decided not to mention it. He was more
open-minded than most.

"And as for -- what's that word? ... Polygamy! As for polygamy,
we are Godly people here, and it is prohibited."

James nodded. Just about all branches of Christianity forbade
polygamy.

"Yet now, when a Godly man takes a single wife and is true to
her, it doesn't seem right somehow. But God commands it. Perhaps
it is God's plan that we disappear from the land, a society of
few but aging women... Ah, well, those are our troubles, not
yours. What's your name?"

"James Conant," he said.

"Melissa Hardwick," she said. "Well, perhaps we will meet again."
She turned and headed back along the trail the way she had come.

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After enjoying the afternoon a bit longer, James started in on
one of his books -- classics he had meant to read and never had.
It was hard to concentrate.

When the light was fading, at dusk, he rocked on the porch once
more.

Then he saw another figure came hurrying along the same path the
old woman had used.

"Hello, sir."

"Hello," said James.

She came right up to the cabin steps. "My name is Anne. My mother
visited you earlier today."

"Ah... I can see the resemblance. What can I do for you?"

The young woman hesitated, then said, "May I come inside your
cabin? I know it's very forward of me..."

"No, that's fine, I'm afraid it's not much... just a friend's
cabin..."

There was a small bedroom, a small common room, and an even
smaller kitchen. Out back was the outhouse.

When they were inside, with the door shut, he looked at her
expectantly.

"Oh, this is so... so... strange. My mother said you were not
looking for a new wife.... I'm sorry about your wife."

"Thank you," said James.

She tried to be sympathetic, but only succeeded for a few
moments. The loss here was so much more serious that he couldn't
blame her. "I'm just a country girl, and probably too ugly and
stupid for someone like you..."

"Oh, heavens..." said James. She was not ugly and gave no sign of
being stupid. But a girlfriend or lover? This was awfully sudden.

"But, could you ... try to make me pregnant? It doesn't take long
to try, and, I'd, um, appreciate it. Just don't tell my mother --
I am sure she wouldn't approve!"

James felt his cock start getting hard in his pants. He wasn't
ready to remarry. He wasn't ready for a girlfriend. But... sex?
Sexual intercourse? He missed it. He didn't even consider
visiting a prostitute, and it would have been impolite to even
mention it back home among his friends and family, but he still
missed it. And here this girl was asking... it really was quite
simple... and pleasant... and something he wanted...

"I'd be happy to...." he said. "But you... wouldn't you like to
know a man more? What's the hurry? I'll be here a few weeks, I'm
sure," he said. His lustful part silently grunted in disgust. He
had a chance to get laid, and he was asking questions? Do it to
her first, ask questions later, said his inner animal. Better
yet, don't ask questions at all.

"It's this man, one we knew from before, sort of a friend of he
family but not close. He lives not too far away, and somehow he
hid when the plains soldiers came through. He knows we women all
need to get pregnant, whatever the ministers say. So he's said
he'd do the job for any girl that asks, but he does more than
that. I tried to discourage him, but... he was very insistent,
and he is someone we knew, so I let him do it. He said if he
forced me then I wouldn't be sinning and would still get to have
a baby. It was confusing. And once I let him do it once, he
wanted to do it again. And it's true I want to have a baby,
but... I really don't want to have his baby! But I think my time
is coming soon-- maybe now. And the best way to keep him from
starting his baby in me is... Well, you get the picture, right?"

James did indeed get the picture. His erection was full and hard
now. "And you think I'd be a more suitable father?"

The girl smiled briefly, glanced him up and down, and said, "Oh,
most definitely. My mother said you were... Well, she said good
things about you, and I agree."

It was mostly dark now. The only light inside was a kerosene
lantern in the main room, but it cast some dim light into the
bedroom. James put his hand out, inviting her into the bedroom.
She walked in, remove her heavy shoes, and lay on her back on the
bed and spread her legs. "I'm nervous, but I do want it -- I
really do!" She then folded her arm over her face. The skirt of
her dress was still covering her thighs.

Apparently she wanted his sperm and not much else. He had never
had sex so starkly before, but... it wasn't going to stop him.
His inner lustful part cheered.

He supposed he could just stick his cock out through his fly, but
-- that could quite likely be uncomfortable. So he quickly took
off his shoes and pants and underpants, then knelt on the bed
below her. He slid her dress up until it revealed the part he was
looking for. She had on no undergarment. A mound, some pubic
hair, and a slit... He opened the slit gently with the fingers of
his left hand, and positioned his cock at her opening with his
right.

She lifted her arm long enough to say, "You don't need to hold
back or anything. Just give me the seed, then you don't have to
touch me any more."

Her assumption that he was doing an odious chore was kind of
funny. He was grieving for his wife, and she for her husband and
so much more, but even so... She wanted a quick ejaculation, and
his body was ready to do that if desired. His cock tip entered
her cavity an inch. He pressed more and it went in another inch.
She wasn't very lubricated at all, but her body heat was
exciting, and she wanted it to be quick, so... Three thrusts,
each a bit deeper than the last, and the hot embrace, along with
the sight of his cock sticking into a woman, right between her
legs... He gasped as his male works shot sperm up into her. Ahhh
-- that felt good! She sensed he had delivered his seed, and
began the first motions of sitting up before his cock had quite
stopped twitching inside her.

"Oh, thank you, sir, thank you so much!"

"You're most welcome," he said.

"That's all I need. You don't need to waste your time with a
simple girl like me," she said with a quick smile, and she was
out the door.

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The next morning as he stepped out onto his porch to greet the
day, he saw some movement just where the path emerged from the
forest, but it was gone before he could really be sure.

Then he saw it again. "That's you, Anne, isn't it? Come here."

The patch of color was motionless a bit longer, as if she was
hesitating.

"Come here!" he repeated, a bit louder but by no means a command.

She approached and stood before him with bowed head.

"Let's talk... How far away do you live, anyway?"

"Not quite two miles."

"That's a long way to go in the dark!"

"Oh, I didn't go home. I just slept behind your shed out back. I
hoped you wouldn't mind..."

"Of course not! But you didn't have to sleep outside!"

"You had already done me a big favor."

"You knew you wanted to come back today, then?"

"Well, you don't know exactly when the right time is, right? To
start a baby?"

"True, but why not just ask before you go if you can come back?"

"You were doing me such a favor, and I was confused. I'm sorry."

As James thought about it, it sort of made sense. She wanted sex,
and got up her courage to ask, but then asking again felt too
greedy, but then once she was down the steps she realized she
really needed to ask again, so she slept behind the shed, waiting
until morning...

"Well, OK, I get confused too," he said with a smile. She
returned a brief grateful smile.

"But no more sleeping outside when you're here!"

"OK," she said..

"Have a seat." There was only the one rocking chair. James got up
and sat on the top step, and Anne sat beside him.

"You can relax. I don't mind talking to you -- or touching you,
or doing what we did. Actually, I really liked it."

"You did?"

"Is that surprising? Don't most men? Don't the men here in the
hills?"

"Well, I guess they do... usually," she said with a smile. She
hesitated, looking as if she were searching for words.

"So you'd like to do it again, so you are more likely to get
pregnant. Is that hard to say?"

"Yes! After I got the courage up that first time, all the old
patterns came back. I never felt I could ask Charles... Only the
husband can ask..."

"When you did it with Charles, was it fun? For most couples sex
is kind of fun."

"Well... Sex is sin. I guess some places they aren't so
God-fearing, but here... they teach how sex is a sin."

"Even between husband and wife?"

"They know the man has to deliver his seed to start a baby, of
course, but they say it should be as little as possible. It takes
you away from God."

James nodded. "So what did you and Charles do?"

"We.... Talking about it more than needed is sin too."

"Charles is dead, and I'm very sorry about that, but now you're
coming to me hoping I can make you pregnant..." James's cock
glowed as he said that. "Maybe I'm not quite so God-fearing --"
In fact, James wasn't even sure he was a believer at all. But no
need to get into that now. "But I think you can talk to me a
little. What was it like?"

She looked at him, then took a breath and turned away. "Sometimes
in bed I'd feel him getting restless, and then he'd turn over and
put his hand between my legs. I knew that meant to pull my
undergarment down, and then he'd climb up onto me, and he'd
insert his... his organ. It went in and out a little, but then
he'd groan and relax, and pull away from me and turn away. We
never said anything."

"How often did you do this?"

"I think he was giving himself permission to do it once a week.
But sometimes he'd do it again the very next day, and mumble "I'm
sorry," as he turned away.

"Did you have any children?"

"No, I never got pregnant."

"Not too surprising, with sex in a pattern like that... And,
well... Most of the churches in Einland think it's OK to kind of
take it slow and enjoy it, when you're married. And they're Godly
churches and are strict about other things."

"I suppose, but... Well, maybe Charles was even more God-fearing
than I am."

"So you can relax a little." He rose and went into the bedroom.
She followed. They sat next to each other on the bed.

"But you and I aren't married. That's surely sinful everywhere,
right? I mean, we have to do it if I'm going to have a baby, but
it's sex outside of marriage, so surely then no more than just
what it takes to get your seed inside..."

"You have a specific reason you want to have sex with me, and
it's -- we think it's what God would want -- to be fruitful and
multiply, right?" Anne hesitated. "To rebuild the hill country
society?" She nodded. "So, do you want me to try again to make
you pregnant?"

Anne bit her lip and looked down and away, but she nodded, while
she removed her boots and lay down on the bed.

He still didn't have her permission to do anything more than
shove it in three times and give her his seed. Then he thought of
a much more persuasive way to turn this into something more like
lovemaking.

"You know men don't always get hard. They have to get in the
mood. I hadn't done it in a long time so it worked yesterday that
really quick way, but... I think I need more than just a hole in
your clothing to make my penis get hard."

"You don't just harden it?"

"No, it's involuntary."

"Involuntary? No one ever told me that. What does that mean?"

"Like a sneeze, kind of? Or maybe getting pee to come out when
you're nervous -- at least that happens for men, where you kind
of have to wait for it to happen on its own?"

"Oh... I see."

"Usually the man's penis gets erect when there's a sexy woman
around, but... it really helps if she's undressed. You're very
sexy, but it's a woman's whole body that makes a man excited that
way."

Anne looked at him suspiciously, but then shrugged as she lay
back, legs apart. She took hold of the skirt and started lifting
it up, but then stopped. "Do you really have to see all of me?"
she asked, clearly uncomfortable.

Goodness, what prudishness! "I'd rather see you completely naked,
but since it would make you uncomfortable, maybe not everything
at first."

"Do what you need to do..." she said, gulping.

He started by pulling off each of her knee socks. Then he flipped
the skirt up so he could see her stomach -- along with those
alluring womanly thighs, and the mound, and the hair... His penis
found this plenty exciting.

But next... get some lubrication. "A woman's body also gets
ready. Not stiff like a man's penis, but ready other ways." He
started exploring her female tissues with his fingers.

She looked at him questioningly.

"It's OK, just relax," he said. Then he began moving
rhythmically. He penetrated her gently with a finger, and she was
dry inside. He moved some more, and poking inside showed she was
getting wetter. A bit more rhythmic movement, and now she really
felt lubricated. The finger slid in and out smoothly, and his
cock twitched in anticipation of getting its turn to occupy that
space.

"Mr. Conant," she said after a while, looking worried.

"It's OK. Maybe it feels a little bit good?" She didn't deny it.
He moved in close beside her on the bed, and kissed her ear.
"It's OK to feel good. You're a woman about to have sex with a
man, and your body is meant to like that... I can feel you've
gotten wetter inside."

"I'm sorry," whispered Anne.

"No, that's good! That's natural. That happens so when I do stick
my penis in, it goes easily and doesn't chafe. But I want more
than that..." He kept fingering her gently, rhythmically. After a
minute her breath became a little uneven. "See, that feels kind
of good, right? That's how nature intended it... I know I'm
really eager to slide my penis in... Does that sound kind of
interesting? Not just something unpleasant you have to put up
with?"

Anne smiled sheepishly and looked away. James removed his
trousers and underpants and slid up onto her.

"Oh, you sexy woman," he said. "I really want to get it into
you..." He held her lips apart with his left fingers, aimed his
cock with his right, and began sliding it in just a little at a
time... Just a series of bumps at first, then a bump that got his
tip inside, and several more like that before he tried getting it
in further.

"Oh, that feels fantastic, Anne..."

"Oh, it is much smoother this way. That must be OK with God..."

"I love being able to do this with you... It feels so good... so
right. You like it OK?"

Anne's eyes were closed, but she gave a serious smile and nodded
her head.

James stopped thrusting and held still. "Would you like me to
just stay like this, or go in and out again."

"In and out!" whispered Anne.

James picked up the pace on thrusting. "It feels so good... I'm
not sure how much longer I can hold off... You know it's going to
feel fantastic for me when the sperm shoots out?"

"I've... I've heard people say that."

James talked as he thrust energetically. "Women can feel
fantastic too, sometimes, if things are just right. Maybe we'll
get to that later... But you should feel good -- you should let
it feel just as good as your body wants to feel... Oh, Anne," he
muttered, picking it up. "You want me to make you pregnant...
When I let it go I might be doing my bit to become a daddy...
That's so exciting... And.... Here goes!" James held his breath
as his thrusts got frantic and the semen shot out, pulse after
pulse. He then let his breath go and he started relaxing,
breathing hard. "Mmmm, that was wonderful," he said, lying on
Anne but holding most of his weight.

"You're done, right?" said Anne, looking confused.

"Oh, yes, I'm done. But I'm not in any hurry ... It feels good to
me to be close... How did it feel to you?"

"Not bad... OK, pretty nice... Actually, maybe too nice... You
think God doesn't mind?"

"Not at all... They say it makes it more likely you'll get
pregnant, if you get wet like that and it feels good. How could
God object to that?"

Anne looked thoughtful.

After a while, James had enough to not be actively disappointed,
and he started to get up. What next? He figured she ought to stay
for the day, given that friend of the family back at home.

"I... Could I be your maid for the day? No money, or anything, of
course! It's just... that man... If I'm here then the man can't
get me."

"Yes, I understand. You can stay, but you don't have to do
anything."

"Oh, thank you, that's kind of you, but... I want to repay
you..."

What a life, thought James's more selfish side with a smile. The
girl will serve me hand and foot if I do her the privilege of
making her pregnant.

Anne worked, despite his repeated suggestions she just sit and
relax. His cabin went from being clean enough for him to being
very clean. Same with the kitchen. She made a lunch that was far
more tasty than he would have managed. She started clearing brush
outside.

James began to feel slightly uneasy. When you had a girl cleaning
your house, making your meals, having sex with you... that could
pretty soon come to feel like a girlfriend, right?

"I'm going to go read in the bedroom a while," said James.

"Oh, OK..." said Anne. "I wish I knew how to read..."

"Oh! I'd be happy to teach you."

"You don't have to, and it will take me forever to even get
started..."

"No that would be a good way to pass the time. Let's start and
see how it goes."

"Well, OK." She was a quick study.

After an hour of that there was still a long time before sundown.
James went into his bedroom and closed the door. He read, and
also relaxed, and looked up at the ceiling. Listening, he heard
only an occasional soft sound from the next room. Maybe Anne was
finally relaxing.

She made a fine dinner too, out of the potatoes and onions and
cheese, and she somehow knew which spices to use. He'd have to
learn that -- a bit more about cooking. But not now.

After dinner, and her kitchen clean-up, it had gotten dark out.
She looked at him, hesitating.

James decided to tease her a little. "So, you've stayed here
today to stay away from the family friend who might pressure you
into letting him make you pregnant... So here we are, and you're
going to stay overnight too. So I wonder if you have any other
ideas about what you and I could do."

"You know," said Anne with a nervous smile.

James decided to poke a bit more at the prudishness. "Do you know
the words 'penis' and 'vagina'?"

"Well, yes I know them, but I've never said them out loud."

"How about 'sexual intercourse'? ... How about 'fuck'?"

Anne put both hands over her mouth.

"OK, you don't have to use that one. Maybe God wouldn't approve
of that one." James didn't use it either, he'd just said it here
for effect. "But could you say, 'James, could you please slide
your penis into my vagina so we can have sexual intercourse.' "

Anne gave a little smile and repeated what he said, still looking
guilty.

"And say, 'I want you to ejaculate while your penis is inside, so
sperm comes out of you up inside my vagina so I can get
pregnant.' "

She repeated that too.

He said, "Do you think God minded?"

She shook her head, and smiled.

"Would now be a good time?" he asked.

"Yes, now would be a wonderful time for you to have sexual
intercourse with me by forcing your penis up into my vagina and
going in and out a bunch of times and getting really excited and
ejaculating the sperm way up inside so they can go find my egg
and make a baby." She gave a guilty smile.

"Good girl!" he said. "Do you think you could handle being
completely naked -- in bed with me?" That brought forth another
hesitant look.

"That's really the way a man and wife would do it in Einland --
both with no clothes on at all?"

"That's right."

"Even God-fearing ones?"

"Yes." At least most of them, in the religions he knew about.

"And... and you want me that way so your body can get excited
enough to do its job?" He thought he saw a twinkle in her eye
just then.

"Yes, that's it! And also because I would just love it for its
own sake."

She undressed completely and lay back. "Here I am. Wearing just
what I wore when I was born. And it's OK if you think lustful,
naughty thoughts about me because I want you to do something
lustful and naughty now, except maybe it's not naughty, and the
lust is good, kind of..." She was genuinely confused.

He finally got a good look at his mate. A young woman, in her
prime. Smooth skin, high and firm breasts, a bit smaller than
average -- just the way he liked best. Short brown hair. A face
with... he loved her eyes, and her cheeks, and her lips... he had
some impulse to kiss her, but resisted. Maybe if he was being a
scientist he would say she wasn't really pretty, but right now
all of those parts of her face were there and sexy, and they
constituted the face of a naked girl who wanted him to try to
make her pregnant, and they looked wonderful.

Below, such smooth skin, especially those inner thighs that
joined at -- the place. A modest tuft of pubic hair, and lips.
Womanly lips. Lips that hid a vaginal opening.

He massaged her between the legs, in her tender, sensitive
places, and discovered she was wet. He could do more, but
suddenly... he wanted to be inside her, so bad... He slid up on
top of her, pushed her legs apart, slid her lips apart with his
fingers, and -- ahhhh! -- slid his penis into her vagina. One
inch, two inches... who knew how many inches, but all the way.
All the way in, and then back and forth, in and out. He held his
upper body high, taking his weight on his arms. In the dim light
from the kerosene lamp, he could see the beautiful young woman...
every part of her, and the one place he could not see was the
best of all -- the inside of her vagina, which firmly gripped his
penis, wet and tight but not so tight he couldn't slide it in and
out, each stroke filling him with the greatest of pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh..." he murmured as his excitement increased....
"Yes!" he whispered as he climaxed, shoving deep and feeling his
cock twitch blobs of sperm up into her. Perhaps to plant his baby
inside.

She looked relaxed and happy, which he realized was a big
improvement from the God-fearing, frightened, sexually repressed
woman she had been, wanting nothing but a squirt of sperm and
feeling guilty about that too. And now it seemed she was worrying
less about whether it was OK to feel good.

When he was relaxed and content, he slid out of her and sat on
the side of the bed. Anne stood too and said, "That sofa in the
living room will be just fine, if that's OK with you."

"If you're willing, I'd love to have you sleep in bed with me."

"Really?" she said.

"Really."

"Oh, good!" she said. "Hmmm, what should I wear..."

"I'm planning to stay naked, and I would love it if you did too."

"Naked bodies in bed together... it's narrow enough we'll be
touching... So, what if that thing happens where your penis gets
stiff?"

"If you're willing, I can stick it in you and we can do it
again... But what happens if you feel me beside you and really
want my penis to get stiff so I can stick it into you?"

"Oh, as a Godly girl, that could never..." She stopped and
smiled. "Then I guess I'd see if I could convince you."

James smiled. "If you feel like you'd like to try once more, you
could kind of give me a hint, like touching my penis..."

"I can touch your penis?"

"Sure! If you're gentle. And if for some reason I didn't like it,
and it's hard to imagine what reason that might be, I'll just say
no thanks... And you can play around with your fingers down there
on yourself like I was doing... You might get a really nice
feeling... They say that helps with pregnancy too."

James enjoyed the sensation of sleeping next to a naked woman in
a narrow bed. He and Susan hadn't slept together naked since
their earliest courting days, and then the marital bed had been
wide enough there was rarely any incidental touching. He would
have liked sex more often than Susan did, but that was one of
many compromises they had made.

And Anne -- at her age she was almost glowing with sexual energy.
James had a hard-on as he lay next to her. He lay awake a long
time, and loved it. He did eventually drift off. It was some
hours later he awoke, aware of the faintest rustling of sheet and
irregular breathing. He pretended to still be asleep, but his
cock quickly became stiff. Anne stopped moving then, and gently
reached over to touch his penis. It was already erect.

James slowly turned to her. "You saying you want it? I'd sure
love to do it again!" said James.

Anne nodded, lay back and James eagerly mounted. She aimed his
penis and when he pushed it went into a vagina hotter and wetter
than ever before. As he pumped in and out, he had a thought about
what might bring her off... He put more pressure on the side
towards her stomach. That's where women liked it best -- some of
them anyway. She acted more and more excited... more and more...
he thrust in and out energetically. Over and over... And then she
gasped and shuddered. James smiled to himself as he stopped
holding himself back, fucked up into her in a frenzy and squirted
more sperm up inside her while ecstasy seized him. When he got
his breath, he said, "Sounds like you had an orgasm. A woman's
orgasm."

"Whatever it was, it was wonderful!" moaned Anne. "And you think
God would be happy about that?"

"Absolutely!"

James mused. He had thought the word 'fucked'. He hadn't said it
but he'd thought it. And why not? You could break lovemaking into
parts, and part of it was fucking. Not a bad thing, but an
urgent, insistent, kind of rough animal thing.

When they woke in the morning he didn't feel consumed by lust,
and apparently she didn't either.

"How long... How long do you want to stay?"

"I think I could go home now. I'm pretty sure I'm not fertile any
more."

Anne was going to leave. A big part of him didn't want her to
leave. There was the sex, of course. But also someone to cook and
clean, someone who was thankful and showed no sign of taking him
for granted. Someone he could help in something as simple as
reading. Also just having someone around.

"You have two sisters, right? I think that's what your mother
said."

"Yes, Kate and Jenny. Kate's a widow like me, and Jenny's not
married. There were a couple suitors, but they both died, like
all the others."

"Do you think the two of them are maybe going to want me to help
them out?"

Anne smiled. "I think so. Mom has told us all our lives how sex
outside marriage is a sin, and she didn't know I was coming to
see you -- I said something about visiting an old school friend
several miles away. But they'll know what happened, and because I
went against the teachings I think they will too. And you'll help
them too, right?"

"I expect so." Perhaps one of them was huge, or unspeakably ugly
-- but unlikely.

"I love my sisters, and there's no better guy around to father
babies than you. But maybe you and I could spend a night like
this now and then, at least?"

"Well, of course, we have to make you pregnant..."

"But even if... God willing... I get pregnant?"

"Even if you get pregnant," he said, giving her a squeeze. She
relaxed and smiled. So she felt it too.

She reached her head up, offering a kiss, just a little. James
took the hint and kissed her. She broke away and trotted away
down the path.

What was that word Anne's mother had used -- "polygamy"? Many
wives. He thought that no matter how fond of Anne he was, he
would still be plenty interested in impregnating any other girl
who wanted it. And maybe he'd get fond of another one along the
way. Perhaps polygamy would suit him. But while he still missed
his wife and sons -- and missed them terribly at times -- he
could do a lot worse than having Anne as a partner. It gave him
hope for the future.

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Chapter 2

A young woman knocked on James's cabin door not long before noon.

"Hello, Mr. Conant. I'm Kate, Anne's sister."

"Oh, hello! What can I do for you?"

"May I come in?"

"Certainly."

"Could you do, like the same thing you did for her... if you
don't mind too much?"

"Oh," said James. "That sounds OK."

"I know I'm asking a big favor. If you're just agreeing to be
polite, that would be bad." she said.

"No, I am not agreeing just to be polite. It's a wonderful
prospect from my point of view." He smiled.

"Oh, good," said Kate, relaxing visibly. He wondered if he'd have
to go through the same slow process with her to relax and have
fun. "Anne told me how wonderful it was... how you see things
differently from the minister, and since it's to make babies when
we really need babies, it can't be bad."

James nodded.

"But... do you mind if I talk about it?"

"Not at all."

"I just don't suddenly feel it's OK because my mind says it's
true. Lots of my feelings are still the other way. 'Sex is evil
and disgusting.' My husband John didn't act guilty about sex like
Anne's. She and I never discussed it until now, after she had
been doing it with you. My husband didn't feel guilty or ashamed.
He looked like he was having fun, but if I winced or even got
teary, he smiled like he thought that was good. Like he thought
that if I hurt that meant he was doing it right. I didn't know;
maybe he was right? For me it never felt good, but I made myself
smile."

"Ouch. Sounds confusing and not fun at all. Was John nice to you
other ways?"

"Oh, yes. He got me nice things, and complimented my cooking and
how I looked. Lots of husbands didn't do that."

"Hmmm. The way I see it, you and Anne both got bum deals around
sex. Partly because of the particulars of your husbands, but also
because of this strict religion of yours."

"Oh, I'm proud of being Godly. I try and think I do pretty well,
mostly." She glowed briefly, then suddenly deflated. "But then
there's the sin of pride." She sighed.

"Maybe the local notion of Godly is good in most respects, but
got a few little things wrong. Like sex. Or at least, since times
are so different and you all need babies so much, things should
change a little more than the minister thinks they should?"

"Maybe..." Kate smiled, looking off into space. "Anne told me
about how women can feel good, and gave me a few tips, and I
figured it out -- for how to feel good by myself. But she kind of
hoped with you and me we'd just stick to business -- quick in and
give me the seed and out again, and I'd just get excited enough
so it would be smooth, and then finish up by myself later...
Would you be happy doing it like that?"

"I think if you and I have sex, we should do it the way we want
to and not the way Anne says we should."

"I think it would hurt her feelings if we did more."

"Yes, I think Anne has a crush on me -- and I can't blame her.
I'm pretty fond of her, too, but if I'm going to have sex with
you -- which I am very much looking forward to! -- I want it to
be something we both like, if we can manage that. Would you be OK
with that?"

"Well... I guess you're right. So, now we..." Kate hadn't taken
any clothing off at all, and now she hesitated. "Anne also said
about your organ only gets stiff if a woman is attractive, so...
I don't know... What if it doesn't get stiff for me?"

James smiled. Kate's face really was pretty, no doubt about it.
Blond hair, with a bit of a wave, reaching to her shoulders. Her
figure was lovely. "I don't think that will be a problem," he
said emphatically.

"Oh," said Kate, a bit mischievously. With boots off, she lay
back on the bed and flipped her skirt up. No undergarment on her
either.

"So if you say this wasn't enough to get you excited, then that
would be an excuse for taking more off?" she said.

"Nope," said James, stripping to reveal a strong erection. "I
just want to see all of you because you're sexy and it will be
more fun that way."

Kate looked at him with a mix of discomfort and anticipation, and
then she stripped naked and lay back on the bed. Her body went
along very well with her pretty face - longer fingers, a bit
slimmer than Anne, a bit more pubic hair...

James smiled, and that seemed to let her lose more discomfort.
She looked like a woman who knew her mate found her sexy. He sat
on the bed beside her and quickly lowered his head to her right
nipple and sucked with gusto.

"Oh, dear!" she said, taking a sharp breath. He lifted his head
up again. She continued. "Is that... necessary? Or, is it OK?"

James considered. "I felt my penis start getting soft again, and
I thought that would help it get hard again."

"Well, in that case..." She let him return his face to her chest
and suck more. But he knew that she knew there wasn't really any
danger of his penis getting soft. He was doing it because he
wanted to, and she loved how it felt, but had some cover from
that fear of sin.

He didn't hesitate to suck the other one too.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"You asked!" she said with a smile. "Oh, yes... very ready!"

He paused to look just before he penetrated her. A pretty blond,
in the prime of life... When she spread her legs, she spread them
really wide, and it opened her labia up a bit. He decided to just
shove in without opening her up special. There was a hint of
scratchiness as he penetrated her the first time, but that was
all gone by the time he pressed in the second time. Inside this
beautiful girl was a hot, deep, wet vagina, and he very much
wanted to do it. He wanted to make Kate happy, but he also just
wanted to fuck that vagina until he could breed her. The
primitive animal's way of thinking.

As his thrusting got into a regular motion she said, "I really
like that." Then, in shifting position, he momentarily lost his
balance and all his weight crushed down onto Kate.

"Sorry," he said, and worked on getting back on an even keel.

"Wow.. no, I liked that... Crush me again... I like feeling all
of you... on me and in me... if you don't mind."

James thought that was fine. He liked the idea of getting as
close and intimate with Kate's body as he could. Crushing her,
his front pressed much harder against her front, of course.

"So nice!" she croaked. A minute later, she moaned and convulsed
-- it sure seemed like an orgasm. His cock drove in and out
faster and deeper, while crushing his girl, and then he reached
his goal -- the ecstasy and ejaculation inside her. Lots of
sperm, deep, racing to make a baby. Following nature's plan, he
relaxed after the job was done, feeling wonderful. He waited for
Kate to wiggle underneath him to get him off of her, but she
didn't. It was nearly a minute before he slid off and beheld a
girl who was gasping for breath, sweaty, and smiling. "Thanks!"
she said a minute later, and started to get up.

"Are you in a big hurry? I'd like to just lie and relax with you
a while."

"Oh, OK," she said.

"Mmmm," he said, their bodies lazily intertwined. "You said your
husband thought it was good when he hurt you... I... I didn't
mean to hurt you. But you knew that, right?"

"Oh, yes, I knew! As for the other... I wonder if there's a
connection. Maybe it's related to him and how I miss him, but if
I got to choose it it made it all better?"

"Maybe. I just hope all in all it was good."

"Oh, yes, it was! You gave me lots of seed, right?"

"Yes I did. That part's natural, you know. It's instinct and what
a man wants to do more than anything once he's in. I'd like to
take credit for being kind, but... that part is automatic. But I
meant if it was good other ways."

"Oh, yes, it was good in every way." Kate started to get up.

"You're going to stay a while, so we can do it again?"

"Yes, that sounds OK. Since we need to do it to make a baby...
Let me make lunch."

"Let me watch so I can learn how to do it better."

"Oh, OK... That's women's work, but... I guess you don't have a
woman..."

"Think of all the men's work you've had to learn," he said.

"Well, that's true." As she cooked, he watched, and she
explained.

When lunch was all cleaned up, she set to cleaning the house
again.

"Anne just did that, a week ago!" he said.

"Oh, but it needs cleaning again!" she said.

James didn't object. It seemed like she really wanted to do it.

"Reading... Do you know how to read?"

"No.... Anne said you'd started to teach her. That would be nice
to learn a little -- but you're already teaching Anne, and she's
older than me and smarter.."

"You're plenty smart, and I've love to teach you too."

After they had been at it an hour, James said, "That man -- the
friend of the family -- did he bother you too?"

"Oh, him. Oh, yes. I said no -- over and over. I guess I didn't
fight him the whole time. Once he started doing it I figured it
was too late. He is a friend of the family -- kind of... I
couldn't report it. But it's still called 'rape', isn't it?" Her
anger showed as she finished talking.

"It most definitely is," said James.

As they sat side-by-side on the couch, he slid his arm around
behind her shoulders, then kissed her ear.

"You... it's not bedtime..."

"No one said we have to wait until bedtime. That is, if we both
want to." He slid his hand between her knees and she opened her
legs just enough to let him up under her skirt. At her girl slit
he caressed her gently, then slid her lips open a bit, slid a
finger in, caressed some more with the others.

After a minute she looked at him. "You... I wouldn't mind..."

"OK, great!"

She started to get up, and he said, "We don't have to go to the
bedroom. It's fun to do it different places."

After some shuffling around, they found a position he thought was
going to be exciting. He beheld beautiful Kate naked, lying
diagonally on the small sofa, one leg on the floor, one on the
back of the sofa. Kate looked around at how she was situated and
said, "God wouldn't mind even this?" She laughed.

"Even this!" said James, as he lowered himself to work his cock
into her vagina -- hot and welcoming, as he knew it would be. The
haphazard positioning was exciting, but not terribly comfortable.

"Oh, I just want to go for it!" he moaned. "I want to ejaculate
in your vagina, right now!"

"OK, that would be great!" whispered Kate.

James grabbed her butt to push the two pelvises together, humped
in hard and deep, each stroke an effort, and then dosed her
innards with a shot of sperm not many seconds after the first
penetration.

After he withdrew, they returned to simply sitting on the sofa.

"You didn't even take your pants off," she said, "but you had me
get naked."

"Well, you could have asked." He then saw she was smiling, and
more teasing than serious.

"Yeah, I guess..." Then her tone got more serious. "Really, I can
ask for things?" James realized she wasn't kidding at all about
that.

"Yes," he said softly, looking into her eyes. "You maybe didn't
get much in the way of good feelings at all. You want to do it
now?"

"Me? Now? Oh, no. No need. A good feeling every now and then is
wonderful -- something I never knew I might have ever."

There was the rest of the afternoon to pass, doing this and that,
and there was dinner to eat, but then they went to bed naked.
James crushed her square and solid, glancing at her for approval
and seeing an excited nod. And then he fucked into her pussy, and
went on and on. He couldn't read Kate's reactions exactly but
then she squeezed his back hard and scratched him hard with her
fingernails. Time to give her what he had gone into her to give
her -- more sperm... Then time to roll off.

When she had caught her breath, she checked his back and was
relieved that she had not drawn blood.

They lay intertwined. In five minutes he could feel the blood
surging into his cock, making him erect once more, and he knew
Kate could feel it too where it lay against her leg.

"Oooooo...A man can't do it to a girl unless hit thing gets hard,
but does that mean if it does get hard he wants to do it to her?"
She had an impish smile.

James smiled. "Not always, but lots of the time. I sure would
like to do it again now."

"You would?" asked Kate.

"Yes, I would."

Kate smiled and opened up for him. "Do me quick as you can, OK?
That would be nice!"

"We've done it enough I doubt I can be very quick..."

"Oh, that's OK, slow then..."

It was ten minutes later that he came again, his reproductive
glands depleted enough that he had just a few dribs of semen to
surge up into his mate. The sensation of orgasm was dull and
sleepy, but still very satisfying.

"What you wanted?" he asked.

"Yeah. But it kinda hurt."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"You don't stop a man once you let him start," she said. "But I
guess I really could, couldn't I?... And you'd stop, and not be
too mad?"

"It would be great if it happened as little as possible, because
it's frustrating, but... yes, a decent man would stop, and not be
too mad."

The pair slept side by side, with no evidence of sexual desire or
tension. James's cock did not fill with blood at sunrise either.
"Are you feeling OK down there -- in your vagina?" he asked.

"Not bad. It's getting better," she said, kissing him. "You're so
considerate..."

As they shared a tasty breakfast, James said, "You know, I could
walk a couple miles myself, to meet at your cabin instead of you
and your sisters having to do all the walking."

"Oh, that's kind of you. We sort of hinted at the subject with
mom, and she knows what we're doing, though she didn't say it in
so many words. But she made it clear she felt strongly it should
all be done over here, away from her house. At first she said
something about how innocent Jenny is, but we could tell that
wasn't really it. I think she knows we have to sin, as she's
still thinking of it, but she doesn't want it going on under her
roof. And she doesn't want to hear any beds creaking or sounds of
pleasure. She certainly doesn't want to hear any sounds of
pleasure from her girls! Talk about sin..." Kate was smiling.

Soon Kate was on her way, with the sort of comfortable smile
suggesting that all was well between them.

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Jenny was just 18 and had never been married and so, in line with
the teachings of most churches, was a virgin. Yet she had a duty
to have babies, just like the others.

Her big sisters had apparently given Jenny a good introduction.
She too already knew how to masturbate to orgasm. She had stuck
things as big as an erect penis into herself.

Jenny's face was also quite lovely in its own way. Her body... a
little more solid, breasts a little larger. Wavy reddish-brown
hair down down her back -- quite an alluring sight when released
to cascade where it would.

As he prepared to penetrate her for the first time, he stopped to
feast his eyes on the total picture. Jenny still had a bit of the
girl about her, though he couldn't say why. But she too was
naked, with legs spread, hoping he would make her pregnant. And
he loved that idea in every way, and mounted her and poked his
penis against the place where penises go in and he shoved.

"Oh, wow!" she said, eyes wide.

"Are you OK?"

"Oh, yes.... It's just... different. New. I don't know what I
expected, but... this is wonderful!" James was not in a terribly
fast rhythm, instead surging deep each time. "Oooo, ooooo, oooo"
she cooed each time his thrust filled her up completely. She
stopped the cooing but her facial expression showed the same
feelings. He was at it for nearly half an hour. Finally he surged
his sperm up inside her as he had so many times in her big
sisters.

Jenny had arrived just before lunch and they went to bed right
away. It was a few hours later, during the middle of her reading
lesson, that James was aware of the lovely young female beside
him. He kissed her cheek and nibbled her ear, while sliding his
hand slowly up between her thighs. Jenny responded positively.
After his hand had been gently stroking her feminine lips for a
minute, she got up, took him by the hand, and led him to the
bedroom.

She smiled when his penis entered her vagina. "It wasn't a
dream... it really did feel that good!" she said.

"You can try putting yourself different ways, to see if something
feels especially nice."

She did. James felt the slight changes in angle and pressure.
Suddenly she said, "Oh -- oh, wow. You keep doing it the same
way... yeah, like that. Oh, my goodness," she said, then her eyes
closed part way and her face was slack with pleasure. "Oh, wow,
wow..." She shuddered.

"Did you get one from that?" James asked.

Jenny nodded and smiled.

"That's terrific."

They had only been at it about five minutes, and James still had
the strong desire to thrust in and out of this sexy girl. Her
face once again began looking vague in a sexy sort of way, and he
noted she had positioned her vagina in just the same way. It was
just three minutes later she convulsed again.

"Oh, my goodness," she said. "I'm... is that OK? I had another
one!"

"It's great! It's terrific!" He considered. He still felt like
thrusting in and out more. He wasn't quite ready to deliver his
load.

"Maybe I'll take a little break from that," she said, and he
could feel her vagina shift subtly around his penis.

Now she looked up at him. "You like doing it to me. You like
shoving it in and out like that?"

"I sure do."

"I love it too. I love how you feel so... insistent. In, in,
in... you want to be in."

"That's right, I sure do. And now I want to shoot some sperm up
in there... assuming that's OK with you."

"Oh, that would be great! I want a whole bunch! A big goopy
mess!" she giggled.

As his pace quickened, she became silent again, and then he
reached climax. The ecstasy, the twitching cock, the fluid
pulsing out.

"Oh, that was great," said Jenny. "I... when I felt you going for
it I just wanted to go with you, so I did it again... that was
great to feel you huge and twitching in there while I was coming
too..."

James lost count of how many times they did it that afternoon.
His cock got hard, and she made it clear how interested she was
-- for instance, something subtle like lying flat on her back,
naked, and holding her vaginal lips apart. She told him to go for
it as soon as he wanted, and he took her up on that... and every
time she came right along with him.

When they lay down to sleep, she was interested again, and he
said, "Sorry, Jenny, I'm just worn out."

Within a couple minutes his cock was hard again, and she found it
and massaged it gently.

"I know it's hard, but... I'm sore, and I'm still worn out."

"OK, that's OK," she said, and snuggled against him in a way he
took to be innocent.

In the morning he was recovered, and did her once more... pretty
quick, but as always she could follow him straight to orgasm.

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One day Jenny knocked on his door just five days after she had
last been there.

"Oh, hello Jenny," he said. She couldn't be fertile, so...

"I know the church said it was a sin, but I figure if it's OK to
sin to make a baby outside marriage, maybe it's OK to have sex
other times too. So you don't forget how?" She laughed and gave
him a look that was supposed to be guilty, but didn't quite
succeed.

"Oh, I think God would be just fine with that."

Within a few minutes, she received his stiff penis in her body,
right where she wanted him to insert it. Within half an hour, she
had had half a dozen orgasms, and James let loose with a
tremendous deep thrust, filling her upper vagina with gobs of
sperm. It couldn't do its magic job of making a baby, but it
served the purpose of letting the two partners enjoy the mating
act, an act which they were doing, at other times of the month,
to try to make a baby. Would God approve? The girls asked that
question less and less often.

When Anne and Kate found out what Jenny had done, they both came
to see him at times they weren't fertile, both kind of wishing
they had thought to break that barrier earlier.

When a girl thought she was fertile, it made sense for James to
inseminate them for four days in a row, to give the maximum
chances. But then sometimes a girl got frustrated because James
was holding back to fertilize her sister during her fertile time
-- but they wanted sex then! They didn't want to wait.

The girls were already tracking their periods, but they vowed to
be more consistent about it. Then the word came through the
grapevine from the town about a technique. It said a girl's
lubrication was different the day she could get pregnant. A
finger lifted away from it came up with a sort of thread. Many
old wives' tales are no more than tales, but this one worked. The
girls got top priority when they were actually fertile. That was
only three days a month, and frustration was rarer when their
understanding of the window of fertility was smaller and more
precise. The girls could share fertility news among themselves at
home, and James could count on the fact that if a girl showed up,
looking for sex, he could give her just what she wanted with
lusty abandon and no loss in the chances of impregnation.

Jenny got pregnant at once. Anne had one period before she got
pregnant, and Kate had two.

But having relaxed their concern about God disapproving of
anything but quick sex between married partners for the sole
purpose of making babies, the girls relaxed it more and more
until they abandoned it entirely. The girls wanted it just as
much during their early pregnancies as they had before.

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One day James was surprised to find both Jenny and Kate outside
his door. They frowned at each other. Then Kate said, "I really
wanted to come have sex with you right now, and Jenny did too. I
said I should get it first because I'm older and she's supposed
to obey me."

"Ha!" said Jenny. "And I said we'll just both come here and let
you be the one to decide." The sisters glared at each other, then
turned to James, striving to outdo the other in looking
seductive. He had to admit they did a pretty good job of it. Just
catching sight of either of them made him interested in sex, and
now he was doubly interested in each of them, at the same time.
It was confusing.

"Oh, goodness," said James, cock swelling in his pants. "You put
me in a very difficult position. As you know, I'd love to have
sex with both of you..."

Then he had an idea. A crazy idea. The minister would most
definitely not approve. "What if all three of us got naked and
went to the bedroom together... If one of you is willing and the
other isn't, then I'll do the willing one first."

The two girls looked perplexed, then Jenny said, "I'm willing!"
and Kate quickly said, "I'm willing too!"

Naked in the bedroom, there was one very masculine body, with an
erect penis sticking out straight and long from between his legs.
There were two female bodies, each brimming with femininity from
every part, notably each with a pair of breasts, a narrow waist,
broad hips, pubic hair and below, inside, out of sight, James
knew -- a vagina.

The girls looked each other up and down. "I haven't see you naked
since... well, since we were little girls." said Kate.

"Yeah, me neither," said Jenny. "A glance here or there, maybe,
but..."

"You look great," said Kate. "Not that I want to touch you
myself, but..."

Both turned to James. He was drunk with the possibilities.
Sitting on the bed, he drew both standing girls to him, with an
arm around each waist. He sucked Kate's left breast for a while,
but was aware of Jenny's right one, right there next to it, and
sucked that too. Each girl reacted with pleasure to his
ministrations. But he knew Kate's right one was over there, and
Jenny's left one over there... Moaning, he slid one hand up
between one pair of girl thighs, while the other went up between
the other. Both hands found girl organs.. a girl slit, and girl
stuff inside. He played with both, massaging each little bunch of
sensitive skin folds, over and over, and then surging a middle
finger up into each of the vaginas at once. Both girls moaned
with pleasure.

"This is... kind of strange," said Jenny. "But nice."

"Yeah, nice... but strange," said Kate.

"Lie down... legs apart, side by side... That is, if you're
willing..." They were both willing. "You're not identical, you
know... Jenny comes quick... Let me get into you... Oh, that's
fantastic!"

"So, you won," said the naked Kate, sulking.

James forced his penis up into Jenny, over and over, while he
said with a bit of exasperation,"Didn't the minister say stuff
about loving your neighbor as yourself, and turning the other
cheek, and stuff like that?"

"I'm sorry," said Kate, suddenly contrite.

"I... I'll be sorry soon, but... Aaaahhhhhh!" said Jenny, as
James continued his thrusting. She continued, groggily, "Oooooo,
no, wait, what was it? Yes, I'm sorry too!"

Kate smiled and then started giggling. Jenny smiled too, and sort
of giggled -- the best she could when just emerging from
afterglow...

James smiled, but said, "I... I'm just too busy fucking away to
laugh!"

"That word!" said both girls.

"I want you Kate, can I have you? Can I slide it in?"

"Yes!" she said. James slid his stiff and slick organ out of
little sister and plunging it into the hot, slick vagina between
big sister's legs.

"Oh, that's fantastic," murmured Kate, then said, "Fuck me,
James... Fuck me more... Fuck me harder!"

Jenny said, "Kate!"

"I dunno," said Kate, half-addled with pleasure, "it's the right
word. That's what he's doing, fucking me! And I love it! Fuck me
more, James, fuck me more!"

"Oh, that's awfully hot when you use that word! ... I'm sorry,
Kate, my dear... I can't hold off long enough to make you come
first... but later, I'll make it up to you later... unless you
want me to come in Jenny first..."

"No, no! Come in me! Fuck it up in there just the way you like
best!"

"Yeah, give it to her good!" said Jenny. She had risen to her
knees and was kissing James's ear while writhing with her hips
below. James took in the sight, glancing to the side.

"Oh, my God," said James, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck... Cuunnnnttt!"
His body delivered the sperm sauce and his brain, such pleasure.
Then he started relaxing slowly, his strokes into Kate's pussy
getting slower. "That was... oh, the most intense one I've ever
had!" he croaked, as he slid off of Kate and onto his back. The
girls made room for him. Jenny snuggled up on his right and Kate
snuggled up on his left. Each nibbled the closest earlobe
briefly.

"Wonderful James," said Kate.

"Yeah, wonderful James," said Jenny. "Sorry I got mad at you."

"Yeah, me too, sorry," said Kate. "I've got a confession, too...
Watching him do it to you... that was incredibly exciting!"

"Yeah, same here... To see him doing it to you... And
ejaculating... I couldn't see it, but I knew the stuff was
shooting down the length of his penis, right up into you. And...
I don't know, it was very exciting. Really, really exciting," she
said, then paused significantly.

"You're saying you had an orgasm from just kissing his ear and
thinking about it," said Kate.

"I, um...." said Jenny, sheepish.

"That's OK, little sister. More power to you. Enjoy it!"

"Vaginas!" mumbled James, sticking both middle fingers up in the
air.

"You want to get both of those fingers into a vagina. A separate
vagina for each finger... What a greedy man, but there you go..."
said Kate.

"Your middle finger, fucking away," said Jenny, shoving the
finger in and out of herself. Kate did the same.

Jenny looked at Kate, moving James's finger in and out. "And you
love it when that's his penis there where your finger is, going
in and out..."

"Yeah, I really do."

"That's great... I love it too..."

"Do you see what I see?"

"Yup, I do..." James's penis was surging to life, each heartbeat
pushing it a little bit more erect.

"That's not important, though, it's what James wants to do with
it. Maybe he'll just want to rest..."

"Kate," he said, still on his back. "I bet you could come if you
climbed on top of me and let yourself down onto it."

"What?" said Kate.

"It's another way of having sex. Not that I've done it, but you
get to move just the way you want. It's called 'cowgirl'
sometimes. You get up there and kind of sit down and my penis
goes all the way up inside you."

Kate hesitated.

"I'll try it if you won't," said Jenny, then stopped. "No, no
competition. Take your time... that is, if you want. But it
sounds like fun. I bet I'll get real excited watching you do
it..."

"OK," said Kate. "Up like this?" She raised herself up. Jenny
gently took James's erect penis in her hand and did her best to
aim it just right so that when Kate brought herself down, it went
up inside her. The angle was wrong the first couple times, but
then suddenly it was right and Kate was sitting kind of right on
James's pubic bone, with his stiff penis stuffed up inside her
tight.

"Oh, that's so nice...." groaned James.

"Now what?" asked Kate.

"Now you move around... Move around and find the ways that feel
the best... the most sexy," said James.

"Oh, hmmmm, let's see, wait..... ooohhhh!" said Kate. "I get it
now... You sure this is OK?"

"It feels great, and it feels extra great to think of it feeling
good for you. I've got my penis stuck way up in a sexy girl!"

"Jenny said, Oh, darn, I'm sorry guys, but is it OK if I, um,
masturbate?"

"Sure," said Kate. "Just don't make too much noise."

"Fine," said James.

"I'll be quiet, I promise."

James glanced over to see Jenny sitting on the bed, legs wide
apart, fingers gently stroking up and down right there at her
most sensitive spot, as her eyes were hungrily fixed on the spot
where James's cock was going in and out of Kate. James feasted on
the sight too and thought it was pretty fantastic. It was Kate's
girl stuff, 'labia' he guessed you would call it if it wasn't all
squished together... the stuff that was right outside where
James's shaft disappeared up inside her.

"It's all for you, Kate," whispered James. "Follow what feels
best."

Kate did. She got more and more excited as the minutes went by,
gently going up and down, rubbing forward and back against
James's pubic bone, on and on. The excitement kept getting more
and more intense, James felt, and finally it broke. Kate shouted
out, "Oh, fuck!" as she convulsed for several seconds, and then
relaxed. James guided her down until her chest was lying flat
against his.

"Did you have a good time?" asked James, a teasing question.

Kate nodded.

"Would you like me to ejaculate inside you? That would be
exciting and I'd love it!" he said. "Or would you mind if I did
it in Jenny, since she hasn't had a turn yet."

"You can do Jenny," she said. "With a feeling like that, I can
just rest. I remember you gave me a big enthusiastic squirt of
sperm earlier."

James helped Kate slide off of him and onto her back.

He slid over onto Jenny, who looked at him with anticipation.

"Do it exactly how you want most," said Jenny. "That's what I'll
love most."

James believed her, and thrust in and out with abandon, eyes
closed, occasionally glancing down to see Jenny looking up at him
with adoring appreciation.

"I'm fucking you," murmured James.

"You certainly are," said Jenny.

"I want to fuck you some more, is that OK?"

"It certainly is! Fuck me as hard and dirty as you want!" she
said. "Or dirtier and harder!"

James whimpered and pounded in and out a little faster.

Minutes went by, James forcing it in, over and over, more and
more excited... James groaned and tensed, then relaxed.

All three relaxed, with none making any move towards further
erotic activity.

Kate said, "How many times did you come while James was doing it
to you? I thought I saw at least twice."

Jenny paused. "I don't want to say! When James is doing it to me,
I don't want him thinking about the details of how it feels to me
-- he knows it feels good. I just him to think about how it feels
to him!"

"Hmmmm," said Kate.

"That's very kind of you," said James. "We can switch off. When
I'm thinking about you, you can let me know every time you come
-- I'll love that. But when you're thinking about me and my
pleasure, and I'm focusing on that too... maybe better not to
know every one."

"Uh, James," said Katy. "When you came there once, you said
something after 'fuck'. It sounded like 'cunt'. I don't know what
that means, do you, Jenny?"

"No, I don't either. Is it a special Einland word?"

"Oh, no, it's an Ausland word too. You don't know what it means?
No?"

Both girls shook their heads.

"I shouldn't have said that."

"Why not?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Well.... it's another name for 'vagina'. But it's not a nice
word. If a man says that to his wife, over in Einland, she's
likely to slap him."

"Why?"

"It's an animal sort of thing. What you'd say to a woman if you
thought she was an animal. Like her vagina was the only thing you
cared about, but it was dirty and all it was good for was getting
a ton of sperm. And maybe that's all she's good for too. Getting
fucked and ejaculated in. Isn't that terrible?"

"Um, yeah..." said Kate. "But I don't think that's you meant, is
it? You meant something else."

"I guess I did. A little different, at least. When a man is being
an animal -- and that's when he's closest to being an animal --
when his penis is way up the vagina deep and he is ejaculating...
At that moment, that really might be the one thing he wants more
than anything -- his penis way up deep inside a vagina, shooting
sperm -- and he's just so happy doing that he doesn't want to
think of anything else. And it's a word that says that. I mean, a
good man wouldn't be in there ejaculating unless he was sure the
girl wanted him to be, and until a few seconds before and then
starting a few seconds after he's more himself, and cares about
the girl and knows it's just an organ of his sticking into an
organ of hers, and they are both people."

"Huunhhh," said Jenny. "I think I kind of get it."

"It's about the naughtiest word there is, though. It's not just
your minister who would think it's sinful, ordinary people would
think it's rude. And if a man says it about a woman some other
time, he's kind of saying he thinks of the woman that way all the
time, not just when he's at his most excited."

It was only mid-afternoon, but all three fell asleep for an hour.

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Anne came to visit James for some old-fashioned, vanilla sex. The
kind that feels good and is satisfying even if you've done it a
million times before.

When they were resting after, she said, "Kate and Jenny told me a
little about the afternoon the three of you spent together."

"Yeah," said James, "it was pretty amazing. I'd certainly be
delighted to include you in something like that if you want. It
just happened because the two of them showed up at the same time,
and one thing led to another."

"That's OK," said Anne. "Will you think I'm a prude because I
don't try to get involved in something even more sexy and naughty
and maybe even kind of sinful?"

"No, not at all. Neither of the others has made any noises about
doing anything like that again. Maybe we all just thought it was
a one-time thing? Like any attempt to do something better
wouldn't work."

"Oh, good. You noticed I said 'sinful'. And we don't use that
word much any more. But I wondered."

"I can kind of see that. If you think of it as something that
distracts us from being the best people we can be, maybe it went
a bit far. Sort of a common-sense 'sinful' instead of a religious
sinful."

"Yeah, that sounds about right." After a minute she said, "Or
maybe I'm just kind of jealous."

He turned to look at her and said, "They're a bit jealous too
that I like you best."

After a moment a tear came to Anne's eye and she hugged James
tight. He hugged her back.

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As for the actual reproduction part, Jenny got pregnant at once.
Anne missed one period before she got pregnant, and Kate missed
two.

James never did even see their house. He did leave his mark,
however. A baby was growing in the tummies of all three young
women, and half of each baby derived from James by way of those
dangling sperm factories down between his legs, and delivered up
into mom by the cylinder above that got stiff when it was time to
make the transfer.

He never saw the house, but the babies would be born and raised
there.

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Chapter 3

An unfamiliar pair of girls showed up at James's cabin during the
day -- girls, or young women.

"Hello," said one of them. "Are you James? James Conant?"

"Yes, that's me," he said.

"I'm Rebecca," she said.

"I'm Lisa," said the other.

"We heard about you. My cousin is a friend of Jenny's and of
course Jenny shared the news when she got pregnant. She was
reluctant to tell my cousin who the father was, but eventually
she gave enough hints, and we got some more info from Anne, and
figured it out."

"You are the father of Jenny's baby?" said Rebecca.

James nodded.

"He does look handsome, doesn't he?" said Lisa. Rebecca smiled
briefly and Lisa giggled.

"We came nine miles to see you."

"Nine miles!" They had come nine miles for one shot at getting
pregnant? Did they know how to read fertility? Or were they
hoping to stay a while? Whatever the truth, his cock started
surging to life in his pants.

"Are you both looking to get pregnant?" he asked. "Now?"

They looked puzzled a moment, then Rebecca said, "Oh! No, not
today." James was the one to look puzzled next.

Lisa said, "Nine miles away, in Birch Falls, there are two
households quite close together. I'm the oldest in the one house,
and Rebecca's the oldest in the other -- except for her mother,
who is too old for this sort of thing."

Rebecca said, "There are a total of seven of us, all hoping to
get pregnant. Well, one's not quite old enough yet, but she will
be before long. So we wondered if you would like to come live
with us."

Wow! Mrs. Hardwick knew what her daughters were up to, and she
approved, but she didn't want James in her house. But these
families were suggesting he go live with them? In the house, with
the girls?

"Seven of you, plus Rebecca's mother... anyone else?"

"Nope, none at all! We'd all like to get pregnant, but there's
one key thing we're missing," said Lisa.

"I... I can't afford rent. I don't have many skills."

The girls laughed, and Lisa said, "We have it on good authority
that you have the one skill we need. It's very part-time work,
but many people enjoy it as a hobby too."

James smiled. He figured if he didn't like it, he could always
leave. It certainly sounded like a situation worth investigating.
He would have to leave behind Anne, Kate, and Jenny, and that
made him sad.

But as he thought about it, he realized something else. He had
been feeling a bit restless, and now he knew why. From the point
of view of the hill people as a whole, he had done his job here,
and it was time to move on to do it somewhere else.

"OK, I'll come," he said. "I'll miss the Hardwick girls... but
I'll come."

"Great!" The girls agreed to come back in a week to get him and
lead him to their home.

When Anne, Kate and Jenny heard, they had a variety of reactions.
They were angry, indignant, frustrated, and sad. Over the course
of a few days it simmered down to sad.

They admitted that they knew Lisa and Rebecca's families were
interested, but the moment had never seemed right for raising it
with James themselves. James didn't blame them. They also
understood that in the grand scheme of things, it was more
important that he go impregnate some other girls rather than
staying with them. Mrs. Hardwick made this point to the girls
consistently, and they realized that if James was gone, to her
the important thing would be that there would be less sinning
going on.

James wrote to his few friends and contacts in Einland and said
he had found a reason to stay up in the hills of Ausland, and not
to expect him any time soon. He wrote Mr. Johnson that the cabin
was now vacant again.

The girls had walked nine miles, and that was the sure route to
Birch Falls. It was deeper in the hills than Mr. Johnson's cabin,
and no one was entirely sure in the aftermath of the war what the
road situation was. The closest he could get by car was two miles
away, if he was lucky. He decided to walk. That also let him give
his Model T to the Hardwicks. They were thankful and were sure
they would find uses for it.

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He made time to be alone with each of the girls. Each of them
wanted to have sex one more time, and he certainly did too, and
so they did, one pairing at a time.

Anne was last. They mated as they usually did, in the way that
made them both content, with one exception. Just as the two were
on the verge of orgasm, Anne said, "Fuck my cunt, James! Fuck my
cunt hard! I'm a cunt, fill me with sperm!" James was shocked,
but his inner animal was in charge, and he was thrilled and
rewarded him with a supercharged pleasure.

When they had come down from the heights and could talk, James
said, "What you said..."

"You liked that? Deep down? Your animal James? I can tell you
did..."

"But, but..."

"Kate and Jenny told me about the word, of course. And what you
said about it. That's how I knew it. And I thought about it. And
I felt that right when you were at the peak, I wanted to be
nothing but a dirty vagina for you to fill with sperm. I wanted
to be that for you. And I think it kind of worked."

"Yeah, but... but..."

"Shh, I know. I'm not a cunt most of the time and you shouldn't
call me one, and I know you won't."

"Oh, you wonderful girl..."

After several minutes she began crying softly. He held her
patiently, and fought back tears himself. She had known the
risks, but she had fallen in love with him. Sharing him with her
sisters was OK, but for him to leave completely... He wondered if
he had fallen in love with her too... but there was a stronger
force at work -- a biological imperative -- that was drawing him
away.

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Lisa and Rebecca guided him and helped him carry his few
belongings.

After they had been walking an hour, it occurred to James that
the Hardwick girls had no use for his sperm now, but in two or
three years... perhaps he could help them have second children.
It was an idea to stash away for the future. It would be a reason
to see them again that was also in line with the plan to
repopulate the hill country.

As the miles accumulated between him and Mr. Johnson's cabin, his
thoughts turned to the future. Walking behind Lisa and Rebecca,
he looked them over. They were dressed in practical dresses, with
no attempt at looking sexy, but that didn't stop James's mind
from wandering.

They stopped for a rest. "You two remember why it is that I'm
coming to visit you all in Birch Falls?"

"Yes, yes, of course..." said Lisa.

"You are both quite attractive," he said.

"Thank you," said Rebecca, hesitating.

"No one said we have to wait until we get there to start," he
said, looking back and forth between the two.

"Out here?" said Lisa.

"Well, it certainly can be done... For instance, we could spread
my blanket over under that tree."

"I'm not sure God would approve," said Rebecca. "I know my mother
wouldn't."

"There are a lot of girls. You're going to have to wait your
turn... Want to have your turn first?"

Rebecca said, "Oh, no thanks..."

Lisa said, "I get the feeling you're not just having sex with the
hill country girls to be kind to us."

"No, no," said James.

"In fact, it kind of looks like you're really horny."

James hesitated, then decided to own up to it. "Yes, I am, when
I'm with a couple of attractive girls like you... It's just an
idea, and it's up to you, of course."

Lisa said, "Well... I dunno, you make sense..."

Rebecca said, "Really?" to her companion with surprise.

"Why not? I'm not sure why God would disapprove out here more
than at home in bed."

James and Lisa looked at each other and smiled, then went some
distance away and spread James's blanket under the tree. Rebecca
stayed out at the trail.

Lisa was visibly nervous, and James said, You and your husband
did it?"

"Oh, yes. A little. But you're a new man."

"Hmmm. To keep things simple, why don't you tell me how he did it
and I'll try to do the same?"

"Oh, OK..." She sat on the blanket and raised her dress ,and
well-worn underwear appeared. She pulled it down, spread her
legs, and lay back on the blanket.

"I just slide it in?" he asked.

"What else would you do?"

"Oh, just touch you here a bit, to at least make you wetter
inside."

"Well, OK..."

James started massaging gently.

"OK, hmmm, that feels dirty... like good feelings from the
devil."

These women in the hill country sure were prudish. Of course he
wasn't exactly very experienced. "Well, don't think about
enjoying it, if you don't want, just think of it as a way of
making the joining smoother. You know I have to feel good to do
my part, and if you feel a little bit good that's OK with God
too... that's what I say." Lisa nodded briefly. James tested her
vagina with his finger, and it was getting wetter... he pulled
some of the wet out towards the opening, and massaged a bit more.
"OK, now I'd say you're ready." He turned over onto her and
positioned his penis tip right at the place it goes into a
woman... "Anything else you're used to?"

"Like what?"

"Well, did he just finish up real quick?"

"Well, it's sinful, so the quicker the better, of course."

"We see things just a bit differently over in Einland. I'll just
hold off a bit because it feels so good..." The initial
penetration was, as always, exciting and satisfying. He pumped in
and out, in the timeless motion of sex. After a minute Lisa shut
her eyes and bit her lip. She certainly didn't look like she was
comfortable, though he suspected it was an emotional discomfort
rather than a physical one. In any case, he upped his pace,
shoved his cock in a bit faster, a bit deeper, and then... It
wasn't anything extraordinary, but ordinary orgasms feel
magnificent too, every time. And every new girl is special too.
He felt his penis twitch as it spewed sperm up into Lisa, one
pulse at a time. Satisfaction. Release. Maybe reproduction... He
then pulled out and dismounted to lie beside her.

Lisa immediately pulled up her underpants and started to get up,
but James held her back gently. "Hey, talk to me. Was that OK?
Bad?"

"It was... I guess it wasn't bad. It felt... It felt good...
better than ever with John." She couldn't suppress a smile.

James smiled too. "I say it's OK for a woman to enjoy sex too.
Men have to enjoy it for it to work, but... why should women be
left out completely? When we're trying to start a baby?"

James watched the two women just as they resumed their journey.
He could read their unspoken conversation. Rebecca looked at Lisa
questioningly. Lisa looked at Rebecca briefly, smiled at her,
then faced front and kept smiling. Rebecca looked thoughtful.

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At Birch Falls, the older woman was the one who greeted James
initially. "Welcome, Mr. Conant. I am Mrs. Stonefield. We
appreciate your joining us to help us. Although what we hope you
will do with all the girls is sin, God tells my minister it is a
justified sin."

The others gathered around and followed him and Mrs. Stonefield
as she gave him a tour of the two households. The Whitlock
household consisted of 5 people, all young women or girls, and
following some subtle suggestion by Mrs. Stonefield, they all
stayed at their house as she led James and her two daughters the
couple hundred yards to the Stonefield house. Rebecca's younger
sister was Esther.

Mrs. Stonefield climbed the stairs and James followed. "Here... I
set aside this room for you, the one here at the end of the hall.
I've asked the girls to track the monthly curse, and when the
time seems right for God to perform his miracle for one of them,
she can come see me and we can all pray together before the two
of you are alone together in your room for a brief while."

This sounded too restrictive to James, but he thought he would
start by following Mrs. Stonefield's rules and then consider some
changes once he got the lay of the land.

Mrs. Stonefield served a wonderful dinner -- potatoes and roast
venison -- and then followed it up with an apple pie.
Conversation was strained, but James did feel a certain
veneration emanating from all three of them.

Mrs. Stonefield accompanied him to the other house the next day
for his first serious visit, leaving Rebecca and Esther at home.

As they walked, James said, "Are you the head of the Whitlock
household as well as your own?"

"I try to guide them, being older and more familiar with the ways
of life. The minister thinks that is best as well. But they are
not always obedient," she sighed.

"I see."

"The minister is a woman... wife of the late minister who was
killed along with all the other men. But she is a Godly woman in
her own right, and we have all agreed to accept her as our
minister, though in good times only men are ministers."

All five of the Whitlock girls joined James and Mrs. Stonefield
in the Whitlock living room.

Lisa was visibly anxious before she said, "I thought James could
have use of the northwest bedroom when he is here."

"I have already arranged for a bedroom for Mr. Conant in my
house," Mrs. Stonefield said. "I think it best if you come to our
household when his services are required. Prayer with me before
each act of sin is in order, and the minister agreed."

James said, "I know you all have invited me here for a particular
purpose, but I am also an adult and feel I should have some say
in my living arrangements here. If both households have allotted
a bedroom for me, it would seem polite to leave to me the choice
of which one to use when."

James beheld five females looking at Mrs. Stonefield, none of
them with an expression that expressed their desire to have her
in charge of their household.

James continued, "Perhaps the oldest of this family, Lisa, would
be more appropriate as the head of the household."

Mrs. Stonefield looked uncomfortable, but she could see she had
no allies in the room in support of her own leadership.

"Very well. I trust God's wisdom will be with you." She hesitated
and then retreated to her own house.

Lisa was 23 and a widow. Mary was 20 and also a widow. Both had
gone to live with their husbands' families when they married, but
when the husbands died, the childless widows had preferred to
return to their own mothers rather than live with their
mothers-in-law, just as had happened with the Hardwick girls. The
other three had never been married and were therefore assumed to
be virgins: Helen at 17, Grace at 14, and Ruth at age 11. To one
way of thinking, some of the fertile females were women and some
were girls, but they all liked best being called girls.

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After a tasty lunch, James decided it was time to address the
reason he had come there. He was surrounded by females of a
fertile age who hoped to get pregnant by him, and that was of far
greater interest to him than family governance issues.

He invited Lisa into the bedroom she had designated for him and
asked what the situation was.

"I think I'm closest to being fertile. We did it yesterday, of
course..."

"Then we should do it again today."

Lisa shrugged, but she also smiled and started tentatively to
undress.

You and your husband both stayed clothed, undressing only as much
as needed for him to get his penis into your vagina."

She nodded. "Those words you use... they are so... explicit."

"What words do you use?"

"We... don't use any words at all, if we can help it."

"Oh. I guess the words are rarely required. But I think sex
should be fun -- something to celebrate. And step one is to get
completely naked. I want to see your entire body."

"Really?"

"I think that a husband and wife should desire each other
sexually and enjoy each other. I think most Einlanders feel that
way -- even those who are most devout."

She gave a guilty smile, and then finished undressing. Cloth came
off, one piece at a time, revealing flesh underneath -- flesh of
a sexy young woman. James's cock came to full hardness just from
looking.

"You're so sexy!" he said, and she blushed. But he was being
truthful. His fourth Ausland mate, and now he could see all of
her. Those breasts, the hips, thighs, and the promising tuft of
hair between her legs.

"Untie your hair," he said.

She did, and the brown hair that spread out down past her
shoulders added a wonderful touch.

Still standing, he went to her and hugged her, then moved his
hands all over her body. He motioned her to lie down and lay
beside her. "Let me try this and you see how you like it..." He
took her left nipple in his mouth and licked, then sucked.

"James!" she said. "Can I call you James?"

He lifted his head. "As opposed to 'Mr. Conant'? Yes, you can
certainly use my first name. Girls who want me to stick my peni
-- to stick my stiff thing into their, um, hole where the stiff
thing goes can call me by my first name." He returned to sucking
for a minute, then pulled his face away once more. "Does it feel
good?"

She hesitated and nodded. He smiled and lowered his head, sucking
now on the right nipple. He slid his hand up between her legs and
started massaging slowly, rhythmically.

Minutes went by. Lisa reached out to run her left hand over his
body, but it somehow found its way to his stiff cock. "You mind?"
she said.

"No," said James with a smile. "If that's what you want."

"It's different, but, given what you said, and trying to get used
to a new way of doing things... yes, it's good." After another
pause, she said, "Is it time to make me pregnant?"

James looked at her. "Now, be honest... Are you suggesting that
just because you want to get pregnant, or because... you like the
idea of me sliding that thing into you?"

"Um, to get pregnant." After a brief pause, she added, "But not
just that."

"Wonderful. I really want to slide it in." He mounted her and
started inserting his organ. "See how smooth and easy it goes,
with your vagina all ready and expecting to receive it."

James carefully pushed in to the hilt, then began pumping in and
out -- the primal motion of sexual intercourse. "I'm having a
wonderful time, but I can also finish up and squirt the sperm up
inside -- just let me know."

"OK, I'll let you know..." Minutes passed. "Oh, dear, it feels
so, so good!"

James smiled, and said, "Here, let me try this." He put down some
of his weight onto her momentarily, and moved his right hand
around to touch against her, right above where his penis was
pumping in and out. He fluttered his fingers up and down lightly.

"Oh, dear... oh dear, Mr. Conant! I, um.... Are you sure that is
OK?"

"Very sure," said James, continuing the motion, adjusting it in
response to what she seemed to like best.

"It is... It feels good in a way that's different, and it's kind
of alarming..."

"Just let it feel good," said James softly. "It's all good."

After a minute, Lisa gave a loud gasp and shuddered.

James smiled, removed his hand, and pumped away hard and deep,
holding back nothing any more. Somehow his eyes concentrated on
the curve of her hips, and how her body narrowed above to her
smaller waist. The sensations of her tight vaginal embrace were
fantastic and soon made him lurch inside, groan, mutter "Oh,
yes!" and empty sperm up into his girl.

"Oh, my goodness!" she panted, as James continued to slide his
cock in and out lazily.

"That's nature's reward for trying to make a baby," he said.
"Maybe it even helps, who knows."

"What was it?"

"It's called an orgasm. When men shoot sperm out and get that
wonderful feeling, that's a man's orgasm. Nothing shoots out when
a woman has an orgasm, but it feels just as good, they say."

"And... it's not sinful?"

"I don't know what your 'minister' would say, but I certainly
don't think so. Neither do many of the churches over in Einland.
They would say it's part of the joy of sex between a man and a
woman."

They dressed and opened the door, returning to the living room
with no visual hint that anything had happened. James heard
whispering between the girls. Helen said, "What was that when you
cried out? Did it hurt a lot?"

"Oh, no," he heard Lisa whisper. "That was when it felt very,
very good."

"I'm due soon -- maybe the day after tomorrow. But I'm scared.
Could I wait another month?"

"Oh, don't wait. You'll be nervous, but... Oh, you want it. You
want James to do it to you. You'll see."

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James was the first male in the two households since the war
ended. Lisa said his presence changed everything. She agreed that
very little sex was happening so far, but said his presence
changed the way the girls thought.

The farm work still had to be done, and beyond that, food
prepared, clothing mended, laundry done. Even as sex happened
more often, it still made up only a small portion of the hours of
each day.

James found some things to do around the yard. There were a few
things where his man's strength seemed to be genuinely helpful,
but aside from those few tasks it seemed the girls had the
workload down. They found easy things for him to do if he asked,
but didn't really need his effort. As time went on and his sexual
activity increased, it was just as well he was conserving his
strength and not spending much time working hard at other tasks.
Or that's what he told himself.

James showed Lisa how to determine fertility from the consistency
of the vaginal lubrication, and she in turn told the others. That
would allow more precise attempts at pregnancy. With so many
girls, precision might be important to be impregnating with the
most efficiency.

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Helen had predicted she would be fertile soon, and she was the
next one to come see him. She had big blue eyes and wavy light
brown hair that went down to her shoulders. Her face was round,
and she was definitely pretty. Beautiful. Maybe gorgeous. And
here she was in the room with him, a virgin hoping to get
pregnant.

"I'd love to see you naked," said James, stripping.

She started undressing, but paused when she was in bra and
panties. "I'm embarrassed."

"Yeah, it's natural. But if you're still willing, we're going to
get very close, especially down below. So close together part of
me will be inside you," he laughed softly.

"OK, just the bottom then? I don't like my breasts." She removed
her underpants.

"OK," said James, "though I'm sure I will love them." He kissed
her stomach and her fingers and nibbled her ear while his hand
worked below, nudging her legs apart for better access to the
magic place. He massaged and stroked at what he knew was the
right place for pleasure, and she responded. He dipped his finger
in.

"Wait a sec," she said, looking at him intensely, with lust. "I
want you to see them..." She removed her bra.

James grinned, and moved in to suck the nipple of her right
breast.

"You like them OK?" she said.

"Yes, I certainly do, but actions may speak louder than words. He
moved in once more and sucked ardently at the nipple of her left
breast. She moaned.

He continued his finger work below, and she got wet, and then
wetter. But there was an obstruction.

"I wish I knew a way to make sure it wouldn't hurt," he said
affectionately. "But I don't."

Helen nodded.

"Let's try fingers," he said. She steeled herself as he slid a
second finger into her and spread them apart.

She winced. He continued to slide in and out with the two
fingers. He put a third finger in, and pushed all three apart.
She winced again.

He returned to one finger, going in and out gently. "Does it feel
better? Ready for the real thing... the thing that's going to
make you pregnant?" he said with a lusty smile.

"It still hurts a little -- but I want it. I want it a lot." Then
she said, "Oh, dear, that's sinful of me, isn't it?"

"Oh, you hill country girls and sin!"

James mounted, he positioned his cock at the virginal opening,
and he pressed. Helen's face registered surprise, which continued
as he worked it in more. There was only a hint of resistance, and
then his member slid in, and then in more, back and forth until
he was all the way in. He slid back and forth lazily. "That feel
OK?"

"It's in -- so it's hurt as much as it's going to hurt?"

"Yeah, I'd say so." It wasn't as if he was an expert on the
variety of reactions virgins had to being penetrated the first
time, but it was his guess.

Helen's look of surprise gave way to a huge smile.

"I'm sinning to let you put that thing in there, and you're
sinning to do it, and I'm sinning because I like it, and you're
sinning..."

"Oh, be quiet about your sin business. It's for making babies,
and because that's so important, all the sin stuff is suspended."

"If you say so," said Helen, hints of pleasure appearing in her
expression. After a minute, she said, "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure," he said, and he could sense Helen relax and
stop fighting the good feelings.

James pumped in and out for a couple minutes, feeling exquisite
pleasure with each stroke.

"You want me to try to make you pregnant right now, or wait?"

"Oh, right now, right now!" she said.

"That's my girl!" he said, kissing her playfully on the nose.
"So, tell me what you want me to do."

"What?"

"What exactly do you want me to do."

"You know..."

"Yeah, but I'd like to hear it from you... What's going to
happen?"

"Well, you go in and out, and you feel really good, and then the
seed shoots out and up inside me. Is that what you wanted?"

"What's the thing called that I'm sliding in and out of you."

"Your.... your penis," she whispered.

"And what part of you is it going in and out of?"

"My... vagina," she whispered.

"Now say it louder... say it like you're proud."

She took a deep breath. "I want you to slide your penis -- your
stiff, wonderful penis -- up into me -- my vagina -- really hard
and fast, and I want you to get it way up in there. And then I
want you to ejaculate..." she shuddered. "Ejaculate lots of sperm
up into me." She looked relieved, like she had just unburdened
herself of a big secret she had been keeping for too long.

"Then what happens, if we're lucky?"

"The sperm swims up into my belly, finds an egg, and I get
pregnant. I'll be the mommy. And you'll be the daddy." She paused
and looked at him. "And a wonderful daddy. Such a wonderful
daddy..."

Encouraged by the hot talk, James went faster, he went deeper,
and then he lunged as deep as he could and froze. Sperm shot out
of his tip, making a sticky mess up in there -- some of it on her
cervix.

"Tell me when you want me to pull out," he said sliding his
softening cock back and forth.

She ignored the question. "You know what my vagina is also
called? It's so naughty... I shouldn't say it, but I want to..."

"Go ahead, if you want... Does it start with 'c'?"

"Yes... my cunt... my Cunt!" she said emphatically, and smiled
and shuddered.

"I love your cunt," he said, "when you call it that I'll call it
that too, OK?"

Helen smiled. James smiled back. She reached her head up to kiss
him on the lips. He kissed her back for just a second, and then
drew away.

So around here some of the girls, at least, knew the naughty 'c'
word.

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Mrs. Stonefield arrived one morning a week later to inform James
that it was Rebecca's time and he should come visit at three
o'clock. He dutifully rang the bell at the Stonefield residence
at the appointed time. He wasn't sure just what she and Rebecca
had in mind, but it was sure to involve him ejaculating into her
vagina, so it couldn't be too bad.

The three of them sat in living room chairs and held hands. After
Mrs. Stonefield finished some lengthy prayers, James and Rebecca
went into the designated bedroom and closed the door.

Rebecca lay back, reached under her dress to do something, and
then slid the front of the dress down to cover herself and spread
her legs, just a little.

Another Ausland prude. James sighed.

Then she said, "I have a secret to tell. A big secret."

"Oh?"

"I'm... I'm a virgin."

"You were married..."

"My late husband David -- he was a wonderful man. But... in bed,
he never really even tried. On our wedding night, I knew we were
supposed to do it, and not knowing any better I got like this,
since I knew enough to know his organ had to go into me down
there. And he touched me just a little. But he never made his
organ stiff. So he never tried. I would ask occasionally if he
wanted to do the husband-wife thing, and he said he loved me
dearly, and when the time was right he would let me know. But two
years went by and he never suggested it again."

"Sounds like maybe he was a homosexual."

"A what?"

"Homosexual. A man who is attracted to men instead of women."

"Oh, no!" said Rebecca.

"They can't help it. They can be good people, I guess."

"But to father a child.. couldn't he just make his thing hard and
slide it in enough to give me the seed?"

It looked like knowledge about how penises get erect was spotty
among Ausland girls."You don't know how penises get hard? It's
not like a muscle you squeeze." He repeated the explanation he
had given to Anne. "When most men see an attractive woman, that's
all it takes and they get hard. But not a homosexual. No matter
what they might want, it just doesn't happen. He was probably
very unhappy, with a secret he could never tell anyone."

"Oh, dear..." She looked worried, and she seemed to take no note
of his tentative touch to try to get on with what they were
supposed to be doing.

"I'm sure you miss him, maybe more than I miss my wife, but what
we're here for is trying to make babies to make up for all the
hill people who were killed. If David were watching, he'd
probably be very relieved that someone can give you the baby he
never could... Anyway, you're fertile and I'd like to make you
pregnant. Would you like that?"

Rebecca nodded.

James got naked from the waist down, then joined her on the bed
and slid the dress up. Her underpants were just down her thighs a
little -- barely enough for him to get his cock into position.
What he could see aside from a bit of leg to each side was just
her hair on the mound, and the slit below. The fact that they
were the only naked parts of her he could see accentuated their
sexiness.

"Your mom has definite ideas about how things should go, but here
it's just the two of us, and she never has to know what went on.
Is this really how you want to do it?"

"I don't know..."

"Here, let me touch you a little and see what you think." James
slid his hand into the space between underpants and girl crotch
and began gently massaging, while he kissed her shoulder through
her dress, her ears, her cheek. His body undulated against her.

"You promise not to tell mom?" she said with a guilty smile.

"Promise," he said. "Just be sure to keep quiet even if it feels
very good."

She smiled. As he set to work, she began a whispered monologue.
"You're... you're taking my shoes and socks off... that's OK...
shoes and socks... But now you're taking my panties off?
Goodness! And now the dress? You can see my bare stomach! And
now... the bra? My breasts! You're a man and you can see my
breasts! Oh dear, now I'm completely naked... And right down
there is your thing... that pregnancy stick." She laughed a
little. "And there's your chest... So strong... We're both naked,
together in bed. And we don't have to be just to get me
pregnant... Oh dear... Sin... Oh, sin."

James was mounted on his naked girl in missionary position,
positioned his cock tip and began working it into her.

"Oof!" said Rebecca. "That's new, and surprising..."

"Feel OK?" said James. He remembered then -- this widow was a
virgin.

"Um, yeah. That's not sin, I guess," said Rebecca. "You need to
do that to make me pregnant, so that's not sin..."

James figured that if she was in much pain it would interrupt her
monologue on sin. Girls who didn't hurt the first time were lucky
in a small way. James achieved his depth and began thrusting in
and out, over and over again, hard and deep.

"This is it... This is the real thing... I'm having sexual
intercourse! I guess I don't know how much of that you need to do
to make me pregnant... So I guess if anyone's sinning it's you,
and I'm not guilty... not right now, at least..."

He found one way that seemed to make her more excited than the
others, and kept doing it. She seemed to really like it, but did
not seem as if she was moving towards climax. Most girls didn't
their first time, at least that's what he had been told.

"But to feel this way... I don't know... Do I have any choice? Oh
dear... I'm not sure... but..."

"I love hearing you talk, but... maybe you could be still while I
concentrate on the pregnancy part."

"OK," she said.

She was a young, hot woman. She was fertile, and all it should
take to make her pregnant was some sperm in her vagina. And --
how convenient, he thought, with an inner smile -- that that's
just what was going to happen as he followed his excitement,
drove his penis in harder and deeper and faster, and then --
immense pleasure, while his body automatically saw to the sperm
part. Right out the tip of his penis, while the tip was way up
inside Rebecca. Not just one shot, but two, three, four...

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Esther kept herself apart. She did not join with the others. He
knew things would have to be different with Esther.

As for the others, one by one James got them naked, worked his
penis in, and ejaculated inside. For the widows Lisa and Mary it
was expanding sex from a brief, guilty hurried thing with both
parties mostly still dressed into something slower, more
luxurious, done with fully naked bodies, a matter of pleasure for
girl and man alike. For Helen, Grace, and (unbeknownst to the
others) Rebecca, he was introducing them to sex for the first
time.

All of them were feminine in all respects... Each time he beheld
one of his mates as he began penetrating her, he thought about
what they had in common. There were the breasts, not exactly
necessary but certainly very helpful in the process of letting a
baby grow and prosper. And there was the pubic mound, the pubic
hair, the wide hips and narrow waist, and the luscious inner
surface of thighs, leading up to the serious female business
above. More subtle were the differences on their heads; there was
the higher voice, the long hair, and the female face -- whatever
it was that lets you say, "Mmmm, that's a woman!" when you see
the face of a young one in the prime of life and good health. As
he began penetration, his penis made contact with the serious
female business. There were the two sets of lips, the little
clitoris, the vaginal opening, and inside, the vagina itself --
the center of pleasure and desire for the male. Further inside
were other organs needed for reproduction, but of no practical
concern to James.

There were also the right feminine attitudes. There was the
desire for sexual pleasure, notably involving the little
clitoris. But more profound was the desire for the male, and the
male organ -- the stiff male organ -- the desire for that stiff
organ to plunge up inside their vaginas. The patience to wait
however long it took for the man to finish. Their animal selves
might not know just what was happening up inside, but they knew
that he would know when it was done, and they wanted to wait
until he was done. And there was that other aspect... the aspect
that inclined them to use words like "fuck" and "cunt", whether
they actually did or not. The inclination to fling away all of
society's rules and the associated guilt -- and get laid, and let
the man finish up inside, hopefully in combination with their own
feelings of great pleasure. In most females it all added up to
the desire to get pregnant, and it would not, ultimately, be
denied.

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Helen caught James alone.

"Can I talk to you -- like in your room?"

James nodded, and followed Helen into his room and shut the door.

"I wondered, um... You promise not to tell the others?"

"Sure, I promise."

"Since we're sinning... Would it be more of a sin to do it some
time even if we know it's not my fertile time?"

James smiled. Where had he heard this before... It was Jenny...
"Hmmmm, I think it should be no more of a sin..."

"Because you don't think it's a sin at all!" said Helen
accusingly -- with a twinkle in her eye.

"Was that a theoretical question? Or a practical one?" James took
one of Helen's hands and put it gently on the front of his pants,
where he knew she could feel his penis becoming erect.

"Now? Yes?" said Helen.

James replied by pressing his hand up firmly between her legs
onto the crotch of her jeans.

"Oh," said Helen in a small voice. The two of them rapidly
undressed, and on the bed it was a lovely arm, a splay of golden
hair, wiggling toes, small female hands that gently traced over
his cock. There were knees, and thighs wide apart. There was a
breast, and he dived down to suck it vigorously. There were quiet
sounds of girl excitement. He could see his own harder masculine
body parts here and there... a hairy leg, a strong arm with a
large hand.

The lovely eyes looked at him with adoration, and he quickly
moved in his head and kissed her. There was something about not
kissing the girls, but he couldn't remember now why that was a
good idea. Below, his hand found the most important place, up
between her legs. He wiggled his fingers, stroked, tested her
penis receptacle with one finger, then another, traced his
fingers over the key sensitive parts, over and over. She made
sounds of pleasure and smiled at him between kisses. His fingers
verified that the receptacle was ready physically; was the girl
ready?

She nodded slightly, answering the question he hadn't had to ask.
The receptacle gave way in the most graceful and alluring manner
to the penis. Wet, tight, silky hug. In and out his penis moved,
perhaps testing to make sure the receptacle was working? Whatever
the ultimate cause, individual penetrations gave way to the
pattern of thrusting. Penis thrusting in vagina, they called it.
As his excitement built, he felt one small female finger on her
skin right above her opening, giving that extra bit of
excitement. She didn't need it more than a few seconds before she
gasped with pleasure. James groaned and convulsed, shooting a
sticky mess into the receptacle. It received the penis with
pleasure, and having conveyed ample pleasure to the penis, the
receptacle had in turn received a wad of semen -- just what it
wanted. The happy penis would withdraw, the roiling mess of sperm
would stay. The receptacle and its owner were both content and
satisfied.

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Lisa followed James into his bedroom, where he was going to drop
off his sweater. The day had gotten warmer since he got up that
morning.

"Helen said you did her when she didn't need it for a baby. I
know she's prettier than me, so I'd understand, but, um, I
wouldn't mind either."

"You think I'd mind?"

Lisa looked down. "Well, if it's just you don't mind, then I
shouldn't trouble you."

James smiled and all at once slid his hand up under her dress and
against her crotch. There were no underpants. "Oooo, you sexy
girl. And no underpants!"

"I... I was hoping... And... Well, I was playing with myself down
there, and I got so excited... that's what gave me the courage to
come see you... Would you mind just doing me from the rear? I'm
so ready already..."

James nodded, and pulled his pants down as Lisa got up on the
bed, flipping her dress up over her back. It wouldn't be
difficult. Not hard at all. She had lowered her front down to the
bed and put her hands forward to brace herself. The girls
themselves often had other opinions, but there was no doubt that
their vaginas knew as well as his penis that the sex organs fit
together better and more easily this way. James plunged in and
Lisa started to come at once, but she kept going and going. It
took him a minute of building excitement, grappling her rear end
and getting his penis way up inside, until it bumped the end a
little. Oooo, that was nice. Then he held still as his cock
dumped his cum way up inside. And ecstasy. Always the ecstasy.

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

The next time Helen visited, James said, "I want to do something
different."

"What?"

"Doggy style. Horse style. From the rear."

"Really?"

"Yeah! I've never done it, and I've always wanted to. It can't be
bad, if it's approved by the animals, right?"

"Well, OK... Like this?"

"Yeah, like that, and then I come up here, and... There, that
must be how it goes..."

"That's weird. You're going way in! How can it go that far in?
Ouch!"

"Oops, I won't go in all the way. Oh, it feels fantastic. Oh
Helen... I'm not sure I can hold off!"

"That's OK, you can finish up!"

"Oh, yes, yes, .... Aaaahhhh!"

James continued to slide in and out lazily. "How was that?"

"OK... It felt very naughty... I won't use the S-word... Hey, I
can get my fingers here in the happy spot without you getting in
the way..."

When James had recovered his erection, in half an hour, they did
it doggy style again, but Helen used her own fingers a little,
and she came hard. She was from then on a fan of doing it from
the rear, at least now and then.

Somehow James wanted to conquer each of them this way once, at
least. Helen and Lisa liked it a lot and wanted to do it that way
pretty often. The others tolerated it but didn't want to do it
again, and he respected that. But he remembered with each of them
fondly that one time he had plunged into their vaginas from
behind, held their butts, and pulsed sperm up inside, just like a
dog or a horse or a mouse or any of the other mammals.

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"It's not fair!" whined Ruth. "You're all doing something secret
except me! And I can tell it's Mr. Conant doing something in your
underpants, and you're all excited about it, but the whole idea
is gross, and I don't understand!"

"It's so we can have babies, you idiot!" said Grace.

"I know, but still... it's gross and it's not fair!"

"Would you like to lie on the bed and let me hug you?" asked
James.

"Just hug me?"

"Yes, just hugging," he said quietly.

"Well, OK..." said Ruth. James led Ruth into his bedroom, lay on
the bed, and invited her to lie in front of him. They were both
fully clothed, with the door open. "I think you're a wonderful,
beautiful girl," he said softly, as she lay on her back. She
looked at him suspiciously. "If you were old enough I would be
happy to do with you what I'm doing with them, but only if you
wanted to. Only if you changed your mind and thought it wasn't
gross."

"OK, thanks, I guess."

"I'm sorry if you feel left out," he said gently stroking her
hair.

"I'll never change my mind. Yuck!" She turned over so her back
was to him, and he spooned forward against her as she spooned
back against him. She was silent a while. "But I guess I will
change my mind, won't I? They all changed their minds ... When
you grow boobs and get your period and stuff it changes your
brain too."

"Usually. I guess not always."

After a few moments she said, "You're nice" and got up. She gave
him a kiss on the cheek and left.

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Mary was one of the later ones to have her first fertile time. It
went with her much like the others. Initial embarrassment, and
recollections of a husband who hadn't done much other than get
the seed inside. Not too much trouble getting her to get naked,
and let herself enjoy sex. Not much trouble getting her to
appreciate James's pleasure and help him get the good feelings he
wanted. She joined the couple others who wanted to see James when
it was not their fertile time, just because it was fun.

"I never get those good feelings," said Mary.

James knew that. He had been trying everything he knew to make a
girl more excited, but nothing seemed to work. He had been
waiting for Mary to indicate some desire to fix it.

"I've got an idea," James said. "It's kind of radical."

"What?"

"If you were thinking about sin the way you all used to you
wouldn't like it."

Mary waved her hand. "Forget about that. What is it?"

"Why don't you get up on top of me and go up and down yourself?"
He wasn't totally inexperienced. He had done it with Kate.

She laughed. He didn't. "You're serious? That's... that's
obscene!"

James shrugged. "I don't see why. It's still for making a baby."

"I go way up here... There it goes up inside... Wow!... I feel so
self-conscious up here."

"You're a lovely girl, with the same desire for pleasure as any
other girl. I think what you're doing is really sexy -- I'm
loving it a lot."

"OK... It keeps going down... and down further... How can I be so
deep inside?... Well, I guess I am!" Mary humped up and down.
"Oh... that way.... does that hurt you?"

"Absolutely not... it feels great..."

"It's... it's... oh, wow... you sure?"

Absolutely sure.

Mary muttered and gasped and sighed. She was up there half an
hour, trying every thing this way and that, until the noises grew
in intensity. They grew and grew, more and then less but then
even more. Finally there was a tense and excited "Mmmmmpphh!"
before she relaxed. James knew what had happened in there, and he
was delighted.

As she relaxed, James brought her upper part forward and hugged
her chest against his, then rolled the two of them over part way.
Grunting, he pumped in and out in a frenzy and then exploded,
rocketing a mess of man juice up inside her.

Mary laughed a little at the awkward position, but when they were
disentangled she lay beside him and kissed his ear, then snuggled
against him.

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Rebecca's 17-year-old younger sister Esther wasn't like the
others. She was heavy. Nature had given her uneven features. She
wasn't dumb, but she was none too smart either. She was very
self-conscious about her body. In talking with Rebecca she made
it clear there was no way she would even lie back in bed for
James to mate with her quickly, the way Lisa and Mary had done
for their husbands. But she did want a baby. She never wavered on
that point. After he had been there a month, with thinking about
various options, James had an idea. He explained it to Rebecca,
who explained it to Esther. After some resistance, Esther was
willing to try it. First, Rebecca gave her a carrot that matched
the width of James's penis, and told her to work with the carrot
until it could go in smoothly. She asked Esther to test her
vagina for wetness, and told her about pressing on a certain
place that felt kind of good but feeling good wasn't the
important thing. The important thing was that it would make her
vagina wet inside. She could check that.

The rest of the plan then unfolded -- when it had been two weeks
since her period and she had the thread-like mucus,they met at
night in a room that had been fully darkened, so James really
couldn't see a thing. Esther lay on her side, facing the wall,
legs bent. She heard James enter and felt his weight on the bed
behind her, then felt two quick gentle pats of his hands as he
got oriented in the dark, and then felt his carrot-sized penis
slide into her slowly. She felt it withdraw, then felt it slide
it in again, deeper, and then again, and on the fifth time she
felt his penis holding still. She thought his breathing was
uneven, and she felt him relax, and a few moments later he slid
out of her and away and then out of the room. She shuddered. He
had left sticky sperm behind in her vagina. The whole idea was
gross. But it hadn't been too bad.

She missed her next period.

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Grace.

Grace was just 14. There was still a fair amount of girl in her,
along with the woman. There was enough woman for pubic hair, and
a mature vagina, and a desire to get it -- the penis, the
penetration, the sperm. He had first noted it in Jenny Hardwick,
but it was far stronger in Grace, which which made sense as she
was a few years younger than Jenny. He couldn't quite put his
finger on "girlishness", but he loved it.

She was the last of the available females who approached him when
it was her time -- he thought perhaps she had gone through one
cycle without having gotten up the courage to come see him. Or
perhaps she wasn't ovulating regularly, and that's why the
lubrication method didn't work with her, or maybe she was fertile
but the thread-like mucus thing didn't start that young.

But when she was finally ready, the others had come to terms with
the rules of sin they had been taught, and the reality of joyous
adult sex. So through a few conversations with her big sisters,
and overhearing others, and the general atmosphere, Grace was not
much troubled by the sinful side of things. She was as nervous
about first-time sex as most 14-year-olds. She duplicated
Esther's task with the carrot, though she used a different
carrot. She knew how to make herself wet with her fingers, and
she knew how to get that good feeling -- that fantastic feeling.

When she entered James's room, she was wearing nothing but a
dress. As she quickly removed it, James could see she had nothing
on underneath.

She gulped, and said, "I'm nervous, but I made myself wet and
ready. Just do it to me... stick it in, and then it will be over
with."

James tried to accommodate his mates, and this request wasn't
difficult. He was already half stiff, and quickly got stiff as he
saw her lie back and spread her legs. Breasts -- not quite all
there. Hips -- wide but not as wide as they would get. Pubic hair
-- still a bit silky.

"You sexy girl," he said softly. "You're so hot... I'll be quick,
but... Mmmmm."

He penetrated Grace, and her vagina was wet and wide enough and
fully ready, just as promised. There was no trace of childishness
he could feel in her vagina. After a dozen strokes his body was
ready to do its job. He held back just a bit more... but not for
long... "Oh, you sexy girl, I'm going to ejaculate now... I feel
so good... Oh, yes..." James was silent as his cock continued to
flash in and out, shooting sperm.

Grace had made a squeak when he first entered her, but it didn't
seem like serious distress. That was all he needed to know to let
his body have its way and do what it wanted and what he wanted.

When he started relaxing, she started laughing. "That was... it
felt fine inside, which was a relief. It wasn't funny really, but
when you think about it a certain way, the idea that a man sticks
his 'thing' up into a girl and pees in her -- it's pretty
strange. Of course it's not really strange... it just seems that
way when you think of it a certain way." She sat up and began to
stand.

"Can you stay a little while?" asked James.

"Sure," she said, and they snuggled.

Five minutes later he thought again about the 14-year-old in his
arms as a female -- the sort of female who could get pregnant and
wanted to get pregnant. His penis responded accordingly. "Oh,
you're ready again?' said Grace. "Or is that just a reflex?"

"It is in one sense just a reflex, but... I am ready to do it
again, and I would like to -- that is, if you're willing."

"Sure," she said with a smile, and lay back with legs spread
wide. "Have at me!"

James entered, he thrust his penis in and out. You could do sex
all different ways, but most of them -- the ones he liked best, a
least -- all involved thrusting penis in and out of vagina. He
was on top of her, doing it the old standard way, and this time
his lovely young mate was not laughing. She was responding
sexually.

"Oh, that's nice!" she said. "I told you I got myself ready...
It's coming back pretty strongly now you're actually doing it --
I've got a man fucking me! -- the feelings are building up... can
you go faster?... Yeah, like that... Can you get it deeper? ...
Yes! ... Just like that..." Grace shuddered.

James felt a little bit like laughing, but he didn't. As Grace
had said, it was funny that a man and a woman wanted to get like
this and for him to stick this prong of flesh up into this space
between her legs... Funny in a certain way, but he couldn't keep
that in mind for long. Instead, he was aware of a sexy girl who
had just had an orgasm, and who had invited him to have one too
-- to ejaculate inside her. He held off a minute as he
appreciated the sensations, and then he seeded her again.
Ecstatic seeding.

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Helen approached James with a smile. He had never turned her down
yet, so she had every reason to think they would soon be in his
bed, naked, copulating, within a few minutes.

But James had a problem. "Helen, Helen... I'd love to, but... I
did it with Mary this morning, and it's Rebecca's time, so I am
supposed to do it to her this evening, and I really ought to have
a full load of sperm ready."

Helen looked crestfallen.

"I'm sorry... maybe I ought to make a schedule."

"It's OK, it's really OK. I was just getting greedy... Can't get
enough sin..." She gave a little laugh.

"I could try just sliding it in and doing the motion we all love
--" He smiled at her and she smiled back, " -- but I'm not sure I
could keep from spilling the juice that I have to save for
Rebecca."

"OK, I'll be fine. I was just getting greedy."

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Helen missed her period that was due two weeks after her first
sex with James. Rebecca had one period but only one. Grace missed
a period but then got one a month later -- girls that age are
especially unlikely to be regular. With Mary and Lisa he was
still trying, every month. And of course Grace too.

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Chapter 4

Mrs. Stonefield found Rebecca alone, with Esther occupied
elsewhere.

"There's a lot of sin going on down at the Whitlock house, isn't
there?"

"Well, yes, we've all decided that sex outside of marriage is
justified because of the situation the hill country is in."

"Yes, yes, ... I know that... But Mr. Conant is making the
coupling much longer than it needs to be for that purpose,
right?"

"Well, ummmmm..."

"And the girls are not discouraging him from that."

"What makes you think all this?"

"I can hear things... I've been walking by now and then in the
course of my daily work."

"I... I think it certainly has happened."

"It's happened a lot. Even you... I know even you have found
pleasure in the act..."

"Oh, mother... Have you been spying on us? That's a sin too!"

"Maybe I've been walking that way more often than I absolutely
had to... And I've heard girls doing it when it's not their
fertile time! Surely Mr. Conant isn't forcing anyone, is he?"

"No, mother, Mr. Conant is not forcing anyone." Rebecca was
getting red. "Yes, I have enjoyed it sometimes. But... Mr. Conant
says it's not a sin for two people to enjoy it."

"Mr. Conant? We don't get our sense of right and wrong from Mr.
Conant!"

Rebecca fumed. "Mother, I was married. I moved to a different
household. No one ever expected I would come back to live here.
I'm very glad to be here, but... I have some ideas of my own now,
OK? I know it makes you unhappy, but that's the way it is." She
was shaking. "I go to church with you every Sunday. I pray. There
are a lot of sins I never do, of course. And all the men are dead
-- my husband, my father, my brothers -- may they all rest in
peace. The rules have changed in one big way, which is why we're
all trying to get pregnant outside of marriage. Maybe they could
change in some other ways?"

Mrs. Stonefield was silent a while. "You are a grown woman now,
so perhaps I can confess some things to you too... Naturally your
father and I had sexual relations, or you and Esther would never
have been born."

Rebecca gulped and made a sour face. "I don't want to hear any
more!"

"I know, no one wants to hear about their parents' sex life."

"No! Be quiet!"

"Let's just say there was sin sometimes between us."

Rebecca said nothing.

"You all look happy. You're getting more work done than you used
to. The farm is doing better. You like Mr. Conant, right?"

"Oh, yes! All of us!" She was relieved that the subject of her
parents' sex life was closed.

"And he seems to like you all. You all talk with each other, to
make sure everyone's feeling OK?"

"I'd say so."

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"Rebecca, Rebecca!" said Mrs. Stonefield, shaking her shoulder as
she lay in bed.

"What is it?" murmured Rebecca. Her mother waking her early in
the morning was very unusual.

"I've had a dream. A very important dream... I think God has
revealed something to me!"

"Oh," murmured Rebecca. She had no idea what to expect.

"It's the men -- the spirits of all our men who are gone... They
like it when their womenfolk have sex! They enjoy it! Being dead
is... not so good, but knowing your daughter or your wife or your
sister is having sex... they kind of feel it. And it feels good
when the woman feels good... And the better she feels, the better
they feel! And it's not just what the girls feel -- the penis,
the man's penis is very important! The penis of a righteous man.
They want the hill people to go on, in the way dead people want
things, which I don't really understand -- but they know it has
to do with reproduction. A lot more babies. Babies made the usual
way -- and it's something to celebrate! Oh -- this is so
exciting!"

Rebecca had to admit it was quite exciting. There was this little
part in the back of her mind that worried about people changing
their religion because of dreams. She wondered what the minister
would think -- and noted as the weeks went by that when they went
to church, her mother never raised the subject, and if anything
avoided the minister.

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James had thought of his late wife and sons from time to time. He
missed them. He loved them, and no one else would ever replace
them. Mrs. Stonefield's revelation made him think about them
again. There had been no Holocaust in Einland. His sons -- it was
hard to imagine just what they would think, as they had been so
young when they died. But if his late wife persisted in some form
in this world, would she be happy when he had sex? He thought she
would. She was not a selfish woman, and would want her husband to
go on with life and make a new one. If that involved sex with
lots of girls instead of just one, that would be fine with her
too. He could imagine her laughing at the prospect. And imagining
that made him sad as well as happy.

He had a momentary guilty thought. If his wife had lived, he
would have had just the two children. Her death had allowed him
to father far more. Surely it wasn't better -- surely he wouldn't
say things were better because she died. No, that was disloyal --
and ridiculous too!

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Mrs. Stonefield's revelation was easily accepted by everyone in
the Whitlock household. Except Ruth. Ruth thought they had all
gone crazy. She was too young to participate in any event, and it
was convenient that she could swap rooms and houses with Rebecca.
Rebecca could be in the heart of things, and Ruth could be away
from it all. Mrs. Stonefield clarified to Esther that
participation in this new order of sexual celebration had to be
done voluntarily and with cheer, so she was exempt from any
obligation. Esther was relieved. So in the Stonefield house lived
Esther, Ruth and Mrs. Stonefield, leading a rather ordinary,
staid life.

Down in the Whitlock house, the atmosphere was entirely
different. The first evening, after Ruth had moved out and
Rebecca had moved in, Rebecca said, "I want to do something
special -- something to celebrate the new ... freedom. Where sin
is just gone completely and not something lurking in the
background. What if we all get naked and gather in James's
bedroom?"

Everyone seemed to like that idea.

None was particularly shy about her body any more, and with the
new revelation, the girls all seemed happy to be together in one
place. The naked James, so muscular and masculine and endowed
with his stiff penis, helped bond them, but they also enjoyed
looking around at the others -- other young, fertile females --
each with the body of a vigorous young human, but also with
breasts, and hips, and a growth of pubic hair, and all the other
subtle signs of a healthy big girl.

"I think I'm going to faint," said James when all had gathered.
"You all want to be here? You all want to do sexual things with
me?"

All the girls nodded.

'I could make love to all of you -- insert my penis into your
vagina, and thrust away... But I can only ejaculate once, and
then I need a rest. Anyone in a fertile day?" Everyone shook
their heads. "That's what I thought..."

"Are your vaginas all ready to get invaded? How about you all
play with yourselves until you're ready... I guess we'll figure
out the end later, but first... stand in a circle here."

James went to Lisa, kissed her on the cheek, and then bent down
to suck her right breast, while he worked his right hand between
her legs. She spread them to let him get at her, and he slid his
middle finger up inside her. Lisa smiled. After several seconds
of that, he went on to Rebecca, and did the same thing -- breast,
and finger up inside.

"Oooo, you can poke up into me deeper than that!" she purred.

"Rebecca, the holy one!" said Lisa.

"Not any more!" said Rebecca, moaning as James's lips worked
energetically on her nipple and his finger jammed in deep.

Further down the line, Grace put her hand between her legs and
started rubbing gently. The others saw and started too. James
went on to Helen. Sucking breast, sliding finger up into her
lovely, happy, lustful vagina.

"When I've gone around, lie back on the bed one at a time and
I'll slide it into you -- I'm looking forward to that so much! --
but I can't stay long inside or I'll come too soon." James
finished fingering and breast-sucking Mary and Grace.

Lisa lay back with legs spread wide, and removed her finger from
her clit just as James connected with her vagina and shoved in.
He pumped in energetically, grunting and moaning.

He wasn't in more than fifteen seconds before Lisa shuddered and
yelped. James withdrew. The plan was for James to go on to the
next, but Lisa was in the way.

"It's not fair to ask her to get up," said Helen, and the others
smiled and agreed. They nudged Lisa over on the bed a little, and
Rebecca found a spot beside her. She gasped with pleasure as
James's penis filled her up, and then she came hard, "Oh, fuck!"
she yelped, and the others all smiled. "Did I really say that?"
she asked meekly when she had calmed down a bit.

Helen took it from the rear, and orgasmed quickly. Mary didn't
come while James was thrusting inside her, but she said, "OK,
move on..." As James's slick penis slid out from inside Mary and
aimed at Grace's innards, Mary orgasmed from the work of her own
fingers following up on James's ever-so-sexy insertion and
thrusting.

The circle done, James's slick cock slid free, ever so ready to
blast forth semen, impatient for James to pick the place. "But...
but how do I finish without playing favorites?"

Lisa said, "I've got an idea. I've never seen you ejaculate...
you've always got it up inside me when you come. Has anyone
else?" Everyone shook their heads. "Maybe you could do it
outside... But first..." She paused a moment, thinking, and then
a smile spread slowly over her face. "I really love James's
penis. Anybody here who doesn't?" No one disagreed. "I like it so
much I'm going to take the tip in my mouth -- would you mind that
James?"

"Uh, no, not if you want to... In fact," he said, smiling
lustily, "it would be nice."

Lisa took it in her mouth. James gasped with pleasure, then said,
"That's enough, or... or you'll get a mouthful, and we wouldn't
want that."

Lisa removed her head, and Rebecca quickly lowered hers for a
quick suck on the knob of James's organ. "It's what makes us
pregnant!" said Helen with near reverence, and then took it in
her mouth briefly. Mary and Grace followed.

"Now, how to do it without favorites?" said Rebecca.

"I can use my hand," said James. All the girls smiled. Helen
pranced with anticipation.

Then as they watched James move his hand up and down on his
penis, he said, "Oh, could you all hold yourselves open? Let me
see inside?" All the girls did as requested, and with his eyes
shifting rapidly from one open pussy to another, he jerked up and
down with his hand faster, and then James came. One little blob
of white goo came out, then a big one shot way up on his chest,
and another big one, and another... The girls all looked on with
amazement, and there were some excited gasps. Catching his
breath, James said, "You know what would be really sexy -- really
nice for me? ... If you could take a little on your finger and
slide it way up in your vagina. Anyone who's willing, that is..."

All the girls were willing. "It's like he finished in all of us
at once!" said Grace.

James's body language showed the others he was tired, and
sexually satisfied for the moment. Lisa kissed his cheek on the
way out, the others saw, and with a smile each girl did the same.

James had fond memories of his twosome with Kate and Jenny. He
hinted now and then at how it would be exciting to have two of
his Birch Falls girls join him at once, and the pair was usually
willing. But they never did more than a threesome again. That had
been a one-time experience.

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Esther was pregnant, but not part of the household. Helen and
Rebecca were pregnant. That left Mary, Lisa, and Grace. They
tracked their cycles and checked their lubrication. When a
fertile period was expected within a day, they put a "Stop" sign
on the inner and outer sides of the door leading into James's
bedroom.

Without the benefit of a sign to remind them, when one of the
girls got an erotic craving during the night, she might slip into
James's room and induce him to joyously part with some of his
precious sperm. Similarly, James might get a craving for one of
his girls and climb into her bed, where she would happily let him
relieve himself of the same precious fluid up inside her body,
while both shuddered and glowed with satisfaction.

When the signs were up, the fertile girl would make her entrance
at an agreed-upon time. They all soon agreed that doggy style was
the best way to do it when trying to get pregnant. Face-to-face
suited human emotional desires, in line with the fun but
peculiarly human desire to have sex at all times of month. But
when it came to reproduction, the basic situation was unchanged
from the millions of years that animals had been mating before
humans came along. And mating for reproduction was best from
behind, like the animals did it. James's penis tip reached in
farther than any other way, so his mess of semen was deposited
right on the girl's cervix, where the opening to the inner realms
was. Such it had been for males and females starting with the
earliest mammals, and such it remained.

With the trick of spotting fertility by the change in the vaginal
lubrication, one big load of sperm on the right day was as good
as any arrangement involving multiple doses. So there were three
full days a month when James and the other girls had to abstain
for a day. That left nearly four weeks in the month where they
could give free rein their tendency to do it whenever they felt
like doing it, in line with the joyous sex that the spirits of
the dead men wanted.

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James slid into bed with Lisa, who had been sleeping.

"Oh, you!" she said with a smile and a yawn as she started
wriggling against James, and then slid onto her back in a
receptive position. He started massaging her between the legs,
but within a few seconds she said, "I'm ready -- I start getting
wet whenever you're around at all. Come on and fuck it in, for
the late menfolk... And me."

"To the late menfolk... And you and me." James and Lisa had the
little details of the joining down from having done it dozens of
times. She placed herself just so, and he shoved his penis
forward predictably, and the organs slid together perfectly.
"Unnh, unnh, unnnh," he growled as his cock surged in and out.
"Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," cooed Lisa in a higher register. He knew just
what she needed to come, and he provided it, bringing her to
climax as his own made him shudder. They kissed and hugged for a
couple minutes as his cock shrank within her pussy, and then he
slid off to his own bed.

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Grace slid into bed beside James. He was groggy. But having
already given ecstatic release inside the vaginas of two of the
other girls that night, he wasn't instantly erect. Grace saw, and
swung around head to toe. He felt the pleasure of her mouth
taking in the tip of his penis, and Grace's pussy was not far
from his face. He sniffed and got its magnificent mysterious
odor, he explored with his fingers, and with no trouble found the
hot, ready vagina and plunged a finger up inside. Soon his penis
was stiff. It ached a little bit from all the energetic
copulation it had engaged in lately, but still -- the desire to
get it into another vagina was stronger. She turned around when
she sensed his organ being hard in her mouth.

"Mmmm... You hot girl... But could you do the work?" He lay flat
on his back.

Grace gave a wicked little smile. "I was hoping you'd let me,"
she said. And with little further ado, she lined up his cock with
her pussy and plunged downward, impaling herself. James adored
everything about his situation -- he caressed the hair hanging
down near him, he lightly touched the breasts that jiggled in
front of him, he adored the face of the girl, eyes closed and
concentrating on her pleasure. He adored the feel of her outer
female tissues pressing against his pubic bone and all around it.
And at the center of it he adored the feel of her vagina
enveloping him so tight and hot... his stiff cock was the heart
of what she wanted, he knew, just as her vagina was the center of
his desire. She didn't take too long before she gasped and he
felt her pussy contract faintly on him.

She let herself down and he hugged her as her chest heaved. His
body language conveyed that he wasn't going to try to have an
orgasm himself. "You give me some sperm next time, yes?"

"Yes... I would now if I could, but... my body has limits."

"Of course it does. I'm so glad you let me, um, fuck you so nice
and hot and get such relief. You think the dead men will
appreciate it?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"I'll tell you a secret. I just want to do it, whatever these
dead men might think." She giggled.

"That's just fine with me."

The hot, sexy, satisfied girl left, and James fell asleep again
at once.

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Rebecca came to see James.

"Come on," she said. "Here's your doggy -- do your doggy!"

Rebecca had initially been no fan of sex from the rear, but then
something shifted, and she seemed to want it all the time.

James groaned. Rebecca lowered her head to his penis and began
licking. It got hard.

"You used to be the one who held back, but now..."

"I don't know... I'm just really horny. And I trust you to say
'no' if you're not interested." She gave a sweet smile.

James was tired but had no inclination to say 'no'. He got up
behind Rebecca and slid his cock into her welcoming vagina.
Rebecca sighed with satisfaction. He could barely feel her
fingers giving herself pleasure.

He fucked into his doggy mate. She was sexy. He wanted her, and
he fucked away, stroke after stroke. His cock was a bit sore, but
he still wanted to do her. Occasionally his inner animal made its
presence known, and when it did he fucked harder and deeper. When
he did, Rebecca seemed to like it even better. She came once, and
then she came again. James couldn't come too soon since he'd been
having so much sex lately. Her vagina gave him such pleasure, no
matter how many times he'd been into how many vaginas lately.
Then his orgasm was upon him, and it actually hurt his balls a
little bit -- but nothing can spoil the ecstasy and relief of
orgasm. Nothing. Especially when he was orgasming way deep,
almost impossibly deep, in that hot, sexy girl Rebecca.

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Esther felt guilty. She had loved her father, and her brothers,
and other men who were now gone. She thought she could deal with
a penis sliding up into her now and then, as she thought of the
deceased menfolk liking it. At one important level it was just
biology, and she realized full well that her vagina was
biologically made to receive a penis in a harmonious joining.
Body to body. James was invited in more often. In the dark,
silent, behind her, and then the male organ surging up inside
her. Out of its tip shot the fluid of life. That was all OK.

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Mrs. Stonefield caught James alone and said, "I know I'm an old
woman, and maybe you're not at all attracted to me. But... if you
wanted to slide into my bed and do it to me like you do Esther,
that would be... I think our dear departed men would like it. But
only if you like."

"That's a kind offer, and I would be happy to take you up on it.
Of course, as you yourself said, this is only good if it is truly
voluntary."

"Yes, I know," said Mrs. Stonefield.

"So, you are saying you kind of like the idea of me sliding my
penis up into your vagina."

"Well, I think you know the answer to that," she said, looking
away, her face a bit pink. "But please don't tell the others?"

"Oh, I won't. It will be between you, me, and the deceased men."

"If you let me know when you're planning to visit, I'll make sure
I am, um, ready to receive you without any preliminary work."

"From the rear, then?"

"Um, that seems best. And in the dark. But I might get on hands
and knees, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind," said James. His cock was not entirely soft at the
end of the conversation. As he walked away, he realized that
while he had access to five hot, enthusiastic girls at the age of
peak fertility, Mrs. Stonefield was by no means a hag. She'd be
very unlikely to get pregnant, but... he would be happy to grab
her rear end and pulse her vagina full of sperm.

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Mary had three periods before she missed one, and so did Lisa.
One small benefit was that when each one reported a missed
period, the "stop" sign was up one fewer day a month. James then
focused his attention on Grace. Her vaginal secretions didn't
reliably undergo that same change that the others did, so he gave
her big shots of sperm for three days around the middle of the
month, but after four months she was still not pregnant. Everyone
knew that girls were often not very fertile at the age of 14.

James had never thought he might get tired of sex. He was having
lots of it, and it was fantastic. He was now having lots of sex
with five girls, four of whom he had made pregnant. Their bellies
started growing a bit. He supposed when the bellies got very
large he could do all of them from the rear, all the time -- with
lovely face-to-face sex with Grace only, as long as she did not
get pregnant. There were the two in the other house, who he never
saw or spoke to -- just penetrating them and mating from the
rear, in the dark. One was pregnant and the other never would be
again. And the third one too young for any of it.

But something in him started feeling a bit restless.

Lisa picked up on it before he did. "There's a girl not too far
away. She really wants a baby. She knows about the vaginal
lubrication thing. I don't want to tell the others, but maybe I
could let you know when, and you could meet her out in the barn
at night, and knock her up?

"I... Would that be fair?"

"Fair to who?"

"To the bunch of you..."

"We hardly signed up for monogamy. I don't think you need to tell
anyone about little vagina pokes you might do on the side."

"You really think so?"

"I do... I think you want to make girls pregnant... and you've
pretty much done the two households here. And of course the guest
girls will appreciate it. And the hill people as a whole will
appreciate it."

James smiled, and Lisa knew that was his answer.

The first girl... He caught a smile in the dim moonlight that
filtered into the barn, but then she was down on her knees, butt
up in the air, skirt flipped up over. He penetrated her. He had
been having plenty of sex, but the idea of a fresh girl, and the
idea of specifically making her pregnant -- that lent a new
urgency and lustful joy to the act.

"Oooo, that's great, Mr. Conant," she said very softly. "Oh,
that's great. Just go really deep before you come... really
really deep!"

James was on the edge of ecstasy when she said that, and he did
as she asked -- cock tip as deep as he could get it, where he
bumped firmly against the end, and his relief and ecstasy,
shooting clots of sperm up into the girl. He took his time before
pulling out, but when he did she rose, gave him a hug and a
"thank you so, so much" and a kiss on the cheek, and then she was
gone. He had done the job.

Lisa found others.

"I wonder why you didn't think of this sooner," he said when they
were alone.

She hesitated. "As long as some of us weren't pregnant, I didn't
want you wasting your, um, attention on girls from outside."

James looked at her. "I think there's more."

Lisa was silent a bit. "You're right. But now you know that
you've made all of us pregnant -- or almost all. I have a hunch
there's part of you -- some inner primitive male -- some inner
harem owner -- that knows you can't make any more pregnancies
around here. That part wants to move on. We don't want you to
move on. We're having so much fun having sex, and thinking how it
is just what the deceased men would want... I thought that if you
could keep that harem-owning part satisfied, then maybe you'll
stay?" She paused, looking at James. "Or maybe I'm just imagining
things."

"No... I think you're onto something... Well, whatever the deeper
reasons, I sure am having fun!"

"I was never in doubt about that," said Lisa with a smile.

When he thought about it, he realized she was right. He didn't
believe the male ancestors were around cheering on the wanton
sex. But it certainly was fun. Knowing a girl was already
pregnant when he inseminated her -- one small element was
missing. There was also a special excitement to novelty -- a new
girl! Lisa's finds -- fertile vaginas in the barn -- were good.
They made things better.

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Chapter 5

When he had been at Birch Falls for about five months, he had a
surprise visitor when he was out in the woods. It was Anne! His
heart leapt for joy when he saw her. He led her away to a spot
where he was sure the others would not find them.

"You're looking good!" he said, eyeing her large belly. "How are
things?"

"Oh, just fine!" she said. "Though we miss you."

"Yeah, I'm sorry... I mean, not that I regret it, but I didn't
want to leave you. How are the other pregnancies?"

"Just fine. How are things here?"

"Fine... fantastic. There are six who were at all likely to get
pregnant, and I've knocked up five of them! And don't go near the
little girl, of course."

"Wow, that's impressive! James, quite the stud!"

"Well, it's been nice, that's for sure. The matriarch of the
house also had this vision that the dear departed male relatives
love it when the womenfolk have sex. And most of the girls are
delighted to do it a lot -- a whole lot. My organ gets sore
sometimes..."

"A sore penis? Awwwww," said Anne. James shrugged. "Do you
believe the matriarch?"

"Well, I'm skeptical, though I'm delighted to go along."

Anne was silent a while. "It's an interesting idea. It's if
nothing else a reaction to how prudish and guilty we all were
before... Anyway, I have news. I didn't come all this way just to
say hello... If you like the news I'm going to tell you, will you
promise to come back and see me and my sisters after we've had
our babies?"

"Oh, um, sure! I would like to do that anyway."

"I don't mean just to visit, but to stay around long enough to
start our second children?"

"Oh... OK, I promise. Why wouldn't I?"

"Wait until you hear... There's another place, about 15 miles
from here, where there are seven girls of the right age to have
babies, and their mothers who are in favor. They had been
debating about whether they'd have to let this ugly, stupid local
guy start babies, because he was the only one around who was
available and willing, and they were getting desperate. But then
they found out about you."

A smile formed on James's face, and it got wider and wider.

Anne smiled. "Yeah, I thought you'd react that way. So you
promise you'll try to come back to see us when it's time?"

"Sure. I promise. Do you mean in a year?"

"No... That would be too soon. How about three years?"

"Sure!.... What's the new place called?"

"Shady Glen."

"Good, good..."

"When would you go?"

"Pretty soon, I think. There's only one more to make pregnant
here, and she's just 14. They'll miss me a lot, but I think
they'll ultimately understand that starting babies is more
important, and I can't do much of that here at Birch Falls -- at
least for a while. And as for making the deceased males happy...
They should understand that the deceased male relatives of this
new place will presumably feel the same way."

"Makes sense logically."

"Yeah... But emotionally... I think I'm going to put up with some
anger... or else just leave a note and slip out?"

"I think you've got to face them... Remember, they'll probably
want you to come by in three years to start *their* second batch
of babies."

James smiled... "Yeah, you're right, aren't you? I could made a
circuit here. There might be other places too, right?"

"Yeah, right... But you promise us we'll be on your circuit?
Maybe three impregnatable females will be on the low side among
your options, but you'll still come back?"

"I promise. You'll be on the list."

"And one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"Totally optional, though..."

James grinned. "Have sex with you now?"

"You're presumptuous!" said Anne with some indignation, but then
said meekly, "Yes, that's it."

"Sure, and maybe your father and brothers will be happy too?"

"Maybe," said Anne skeptically. "But could we do it... like under
that tree? Don't try to make me happy... Just up my hole and come
inside." She positioned herself on her hands and knees to take it
from the rear.

James mounted. He found the opening and thrust. He could have
held off a while, but it looked like Anne's position wasn't that
comfortable. He rose towards orgasm, noting Anne glancing over
her shoulder at him, smiling. And then he came. He came inside
his girl. His first Auslander girl, once more. Already pregnant,
but still fantastic.

They talked another ten minutes, and then James proposed they do
it again.

"Oh, OK," said Anne with a smile. "Sure you aren't too sore?"

"I am kind of sore, actually... But I still want to do it. A
lot."

Anne accepted James's offer of fingering her until she was good
and hot, and she came when he did.

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The girls of Birch Falls were not happy. Not happy one bit. But
they could see the logic of the situation. And he offered to come
back in three years, if they would be reasonably gracious about
him going. They realized how valuable his offer was. In the long
run, a return visit in three years was more important than lots
of hot sex now. Pregnancy dulled their sexual appetites too, to
some extent.

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Chapter 6

Shady Glen -- oh, Shady Glen!

If there was any concern about sin, the girls at Shady Glen kept
it to themselves.

He got to see them all, to meet them, talk with them. Anne had
spoken of 7, but by the time neighboring households had joined
in, there were 16. The two mothers, older women, agreed to help
him coordinate. He would be told when one of his girls was ready
-- when that lubrication came away in threads. And all he had to
do was tell them which method he wanted to use for each of the
girls. The plain and the fat... from behind, in the dark. Force
the butt cheeks apart, penis in, ejaculate. Hot and sexy ones who
weren't his type to have a long conversation with -- on their
backs, naked, legs spread wide, Penetrate, penetrate farther,
thrust. Thrust in and out, faster and deeper, and then finish --
and it was quite likely he had started one more child. Others who
were more personable and to his liking he might visit for an hour
or more, talking and flirting. At some point there would always
be the copulation with the deep penetration and insemination.
Often then resting in afterglow, perhaps for hours, perhaps doing
it once or twice more.

He knew there were some girls who wanted more sex with him than
he did. The coordinators mentioned this in a general way, but he
agreed it was best they kept it to themselves and did not burden
him the knowledge of girls who wanted to get screwed more often
than he wanted to screw them.

As elsewhere, whenever any of the girls got their periods, they
excused themselves, with his blessing, then reappeared a few days
later. The joke was that he made them pregnant so he could do
them every day of the month, with no break for periods.

Often he preferred to just sleep alone and get a sound night's
sleep without interruption for erotic possibility or erotic
actuality. Other times he liked the idea of company, and
suggested which girl he wanted to sleep with at night. Usually
the girl was delighted to accept his offer.

Among all the bouts of copulation, there was plenty of down time.
He got to hike and swim and enjoy the view, alone or with others
as suited him. There was time for conversation, parlor games, and
cards. Even when he was having a great deal of sex, it still left
the vast majority of the day for other activities.

They were all rather surprised -- and he as much as the others --
when he because most interested in talking and playing with
9-year-old Alice. Although her world was a child's world, he
delighted in joining her in part of it. She had a few friends
too, and often the group of them would be found doing
make-believe or some card game, or romping in the woods.

He had no inclination to do anything sexy with Alice at all. He
noted that one refreshing aspect of playing with her or other
girls was that there was no sexual tension in the air. Whenever
he was with big girls or women, sexual attraction was present in
one direction or the other or both. The two of them might well
have already had one sexual encounter, or they expected one in
the near future, or both, or they just found the other one sexy.
If recreational sex was an option, two women might wonder which
of them he would choose, and he might be aware of the
competition. With Alice, his sexual apparatus could rest
completely, with not even the faintest glimmerings of arousal.

There were also two guest rooms at Shady Glen, where women and
big girls from afar came to stay. After proving fertility with
their vaginal lubrication to one of the mothers, James came in
and impregnated them with whatever degree of intimacy the two of
them were up for. A quick thrust and ejaculate, a long
love-making session, maybe doing it a second time.

But after a while most of the eligible girls and women at Shady
Glen were pregnant, and that same restlessness came over him.

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Chapter 7

There were other glens, falls, groves and ridges stocked with
girls who wanted to have his baby. He stayed on at a few places,
notably Shady Glen, even after he had impregnated the vast
majority of the fertile females. The guest rooms at Shady Glen
helped alleviate his restlessness to a considerable degree, and
when no further offers came in for a full year, he got to
actually meet some of his children as tiny infants. But when an
invitation for a new opportunity came his way, he was off.

His first choice for a place to return to was the Hardwicks,
whenever they decided they wanted him. The word came back that
Mrs. Hardwick was still there but gravely ill, and it would be
better to visit after she had passed away. Replicating the
original arrangement was not an option, as Mr. Johnson's cabin
was not free, being occupied frequently by others he lent the
cabin to.

The first community he returned to was Birch Falls. As James
approached, the first to spot him was Helen, carrying a boy of
age two.

"Look, Adam, it's daddy!" she shrieked, and ran to embrace him,
jolting the confused boy along and making it a three-way hug. He
had six children here in Birch Falls -- Mary had had twins. He
lay on the living room floor as the six of them climbed all over
him. They were quite a good-looking and alert bunch of kids. He
was proud of them -- and not surprised if their moms each wanted
him to father a younger sibling for them.

There was no shortage of babysitters in such a household, making
it easy for him to disappear into a bedroom alone with a mother,
trying his best to make that eager woman a mother two times over.

Esther had discovered she was a lesbian, though this fact was
tightly held, and her sex life was very spotty. She was still
eager to have James penetrate her from the rear in a dark room to
make her a mother twice over. It was fine being a lesbian, but
even if they hooked up at exactly the right time, her preferred
lovers could not help make her a mother.

This time he succeeded in making Grace pregnant.

Ruth had just turned 14. She confessed that her brain had changed
and she now understood about sex and found the idea exciting, and
minutes after that conversation lost her virginity as James
penetrated her and she received for the first time an ejaculation
in her vagina. And although she was just 14, she became pregnant
after only three months of trying.

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As the years rolled by, he was an honored house guest at a
handful of homesteads, where among the entertainments available
was sex with many of the girls. The critical shortage in the hill
country was for sperm donors, but the women also felt the natural
urge to have sex, whatever their fertility status, and were
mostly delighted if James would volunteer to do it to them.

After Mrs. Hardwick died, he returned to the Hardwick household
-- actually seeing it and going inside for the first time. There
were three two-year-olds -- all girls, as it turned out. He
promptly impregnated the three mothers again. He put off a couple
households' invitations once, because he wanted to spend more
time with the Hardwicks, but before long the lure of starting yet
more babies drew him away.

He found Anne, Kate, and Jenny's place the most restful stop when
he had down time. There was potential jealousy or actual jealousy
in the five other places that looked to be part of his regular
rotation. One reason the Hardwick household was restful was that
there were only three eligible girls, and Kate and Jenny were
happy getting sex now and then without emotional baggage. But
more important than anything else was that he was in love with
Anne. Their relationship had considerable resemblance to a
marriage, though his long absences might put it in the category
of marriages where the husbands were sailors, especially in
earlier days when they would be away for vast stretches at a
time. It was also unlike a marriage in that James's main activity
during those absences was being untrue to Anne on an industrial
scale, including the fathering of a great many children.

In his inner thoughts, he told himself he had loved his late wife
better, and no one would ever replace her. At other times he
wasn't so sure, and at other times he told himself it didn't
matter. He liked Anne a whole lot, and their relationship was
what it was, absences and all.

Their household did not believe in this idea of making the
deceased male relatives happy with lots of sex, which in a way
James found more relaxing. Anne liked good, happy sex with an
orgasm, and found time and energy for that a couple times a week.
But on every other day of the week, she happily made her vagina
available to James for a quickie -- if one of the other two was
not around and in the mood to get James to stuff their pussies
and wet them inside. When it was Anne and a quickie, thirty
seconds was all it took. She understood a male's stronger desire
and was fine letting him satisfy it.

Another big draw of the Hardwick household was that he was there
enough to form a real bond with his nine children based on months
at a time together, rather than the briefer visits he had with
the others, where there were far more children, and far more
emotional energy occupied with re-impregnating their mothers.

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James relaxed with Anne on the porch, on an August evening with
crickets chirping. Her three children, ages 8, 5, and 2, were
asleep inside. She had recently gotten pregnant again, as had
Kate and Jenny, so there was no more business to be done here.
They could all relax.

James said, "I keep coming back to the problem of incest... It
makes me wonder if I should stop. If any of these dozens of
half-brothers and sisters marry each other -- what then?"

"Their mothers surely tell all of them they are the offspring of
wandering James. That is something to brag about, and they won't
forget it. And besides... the gene pool around here is weak
enough that it might be worth a few birth defects to get some
folks who have you as a grandpa on both sides."

"Maybe... I'm not convinced."

There was a length pause. "Would you really stop because you were
worried about incest?" Anne had a twinkle in her eye.

James thought a moment, and said "no", sheepishly.

"Did you ever hear the story of Johnny Appleseed?" asked Anne.

"No," said James.

"It's an old folk tale from America. It's about this man who went
around from place to place, planting apple seeds wherever he
went. He was never around to enjoy what the trees produced, but
he had left a gift to the people in each place that would bear
fruit, literally, within ten years or so. He was a selfless
hero."

"Kind of like me? I guess, though I do get to come around and see
my children. They revere me as their daddy, and love my brief
visits, but someone else is doing all the work of raising them."

"Maybe, but you've never suggested that any of these mothers
regrets it. Do you think there are any?"

James shook his head. "I've never gotten a hint of that, but if
there are a few they might not say."

"The funny thing was that when they told the Johnny Appleseed
story to schoolchildren, they were happy to let the children
assume that the people were eating wholesome applies from those
trees. In fact, apples don't breed true to make good-tasting
fruit, and they only used those apples for hard cider. That's the
part of the story the grown-ups kept to themselves."

"So what's that got to do with me?"

"All the kids know you go around happily making younger brothers
and sisters for them -- at least by the age of five they do. But
they don't know how it's a grunting, bouncy, sweaty business with
daddy sticking his big fat wiener up inside mommy's private place
and making peepee..."

"No, I guess not," said James, eyeing Anne. She returned his
gaze.

After a further pause to smile at each other, the two of them
went into the house, into their bedroom, and locked the door
behind them.

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