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The Product

By: Ribot



The story you are about to read is entirely true, though you won't believe it. If I hadn't lived it I wouldn't believe it myself. I've changed a few names to protect some people whose privacy I respect. I've left out a few technical details to avoid going to jail for violating national security. Other than that, it's the straight scoop; as best I can remember it.

On July 2nd, 2004, a brief nuclear exchange took place on the Indian subcontinent. In a matter of days 25 million people were dead from radiation sickness. Little did I know at the time that this horrible event would alter my life in such a drastic way.

I was horrified when I saw the news breaking on TV. I new first hand the horrors of radiation sickness. As a young man I discovered some techniques for data compression and encryption that became national secrets. Hardware incorporating my algorithms was on board a prototype small nuclear submarine. The craft was unusual in that it carried no weapons, just super sensitive spy gear. It carried a crew of 50 and was virtually undetectable at sea. Being a "black" project, it was so secret it didn't even officially exist.

I was invited on the inaugural mission by the Secretary of Defense himself. Sea trials were complete and we were now headed under the polar ice cap. Given the small size of the sub it was powered by a nuclear reactor of a radical design. I'm a communications guy, not a nuclear engineer, so I can't really articulate the specifics.

We were running under strict radio silence, sending out a brief coded and compressed message once every three days indicating our location and status. We had just sent that message when disaster struck. A catastrophic failure of the reactor shielding occurred. It was later discovered to be a design flaw. At the time we weren't able to determine what happened. All we knew was that radiation warnings went off all over the ship. Within minutes the entire crew had a lethal dose of radiation. We were all going to die. Even worse, we were going to die alone, because it would be three days before the preprogrammed communications gear would allow a transmission.

Within hours everyone was very sick. Everyone but me. It was horrible, watching everyone die and not being able to help. I still have nightmares. The crew managed to get the sub to the surface, but we were not on any sea-lanes. On the third day the signal went out that we were in trouble. Within 24 hours a team of doctors was on a Navy aircraft carrier checking me. When I was deemed perfectly healthy the interrogation by the CIA began. It continued for a week.

There was no explanation as to why I was still alive, let alone unaffected by the deadly radiation. They thought I was a spy who sabotaged the ship. I agreed to lie detector tests, truth serum, and a battery of intrusive medical tests. Samples of blood had been taken of the entire crew before the mission. Now they were taking samples of all of my bodily fluids for study.

The science of the time was unable to explain why I was alive. It would be many years later before a sufficient knowledge of DNA would yield the explanation. I was cleared of suspicion after a year of investigation, but my security clearance was pulled anyway. My career as a government contractor was over. My file was labeled top secret and filed away. Unfortunately, it was later discovered by a KGB mole and turned over to the Soviets.

I had a series of high tech jobs over the next 20 years, finally hitting the jackpot with a communications company in Silicon Valley. Despite now being rich, and recently retired, nothing seemed to interest me. I never married or had children. I had a few long-term relationships, as I was certainly attracted to women, but they never seemed to work out. I was forever haunted by the accident on the submarine.

Two years after the nuclear exchange on the Indian subcontinent, I received a strange call at home. Having an unlisted number, this was most unusual. A man claiming to represent a biotech company I had never heard of wanted to hire me for a job that would make me rich beyond my wildest dreams. I was already rich, but I was intrigued because he seemed to know so much about me. I agreed to meet him at his office that afternoon. He was not far away, being located in Palo Alto.

I arrived at six o'clock as we agreed. I entered his plush office, which was of dark wood.

"Welcome, Mr. Jamison", he said, taking my hand and shaking it heartily. "I am Daniel Schultz."

"Call me Robert." I replied sitting down in the chair next to his exquisite desk.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" he asked, "I'm having one."

"Thanks," I said.

I took the wine and we began to talk. "You are a very special man, Robert." he said, smiling. He had a slight Eastern European accent, German perhaps.

"Everyone is special in some way." I replied.

"Not like you." he stated, his eyes narrowing, "Not like you. You have three genes unlike anything any other person we have ever studied. That is why you survived the nuclear accident"

A chill overcame me. No one outside of the military or CIA knew of that story.

"Remember the samples you gave after the accident? Blood, urine, saliva, semen. They used the semen."

I nearly choked on the wine.

Two female volunteers were impregnated with your semen. The children that were produced were notable in three ways. First, they were very bright, which is understandable. Second, they were very good looking, which is a surprise, as you are only average, at best. Most importantly, they were equally immune to the effects of radiation. They had your special genes."

"Where are they?" I exclaimed.

"Unfortunately, they did not survive a later ill conceived biological experiment. I'm sorry." He said.

My head was swimming. Could this really be true?

"I have business proposition for you. I'll pay you $10 million dollars for an exclusive five-year contract for all of your semen. I'll need an immediate answer."

"You are crazy!" I exclaimed. "This is preposterous!"

"Here is the original file. Take a look." he said. "I've got time to wait."

I began to read. The file looked authentic. It could be an elaborate hoax, but why? $10 million is a lot of money, even in Silicon Valley.

"If I understand your proposition, you are going to sell my sperm to create children who are immune to radiation." I said, "Am I right?"

"Absolutely, Mr. Jamison. "Given the unpleasantness a couple of years ago on the Indian subcontinent, your sperm is almost priceless to anyone wanting a child immune from the radiation of a nuclear device."

"I already have enough money Daniel. This is sick." I got up to leave, but the room began to spin. Daniel had apparently anticipated my rejection.

I awoke two days later. Other than a slight headache, I felt OK. The room I was in was large, about 12x20. I sat up on the edge of the king bed. I walked over to the attached bathroom. There was a shower, commode and sink. All of my normal toiletries were present; toothpaste, floss, soap, but no shaving gear. I rubbed my face. I was clean-shaven. I had to pee. It was then that I discovered that my entire genital area had been shaved.

I went to the door of the bedroom. It was locked. There were no windows. The ceiling was high, and I could see a security camera tracking me. It was too Orwellian for words. I sat down in the chair next to the bed and waited. I was glad in comfortable white pajamas. There was no clothes closet and no clothes, just a pair of slippers. It looked like I wouldn't need much in the way of fashion.

There was a knock on the door and it opened. Two lovely young women entered dressed in simple white garments of some sort. Not exactly nurses uniforms but similar. They wore white sneakers.

The taller of the two spoke first.

"Robert, welcome to the Institute. I hope you are feeling well. My name is Monique, and this is Tatiana."

"Hello", said Tatiana, extending her hand. I stood up and shook it. "I'm looking forward to working with you." she said.

"Where am I? What is going on?" I demanded, "And I'm not feeling well. I have a headache."

"The headache will be gone soon. An unfortunate side effect from your long journey. You are in the Ukraine. The Institute specializes in advanced reproductive technology for treating women exposed to radiation. It was set up after the nuclear accident at Chernobyl. It is a top-secret facility known only to those who fund it and those who work here. It is staffed entirely by women."

"Why am I here?" I asked. I feared I already had the answer, but I needed to hear it from them.

"As you've already been informed, you have a unique genetic profile." said Monique. She had a slight French accent, but spoke perfect English. "It is likely the result of a natural mutation, but one that is extraordinarily rare. You are the only example ever found. We need to reproduce your profile as widely as possible. Since you chose not to accept our generous offer, the Institute had no choice but to take unilateral action. I hope you will eventually understand."

"Tomorrow we will begin a week of testing in preparation for an extended period of high intensity extraction." Said Tatiana. " We have an elite team assembled for this project. I am the Project Manager and Monique is the Director of Technical Operations."

"I don't like the sound of 'high intensity extraction' and 'extended period' is even less appealing. Can you translate that into layman's terms?" I asked.

"Certainly", said Tatiana. "You will be sexually stimulated into producing large quantities of sperm rich semen which will be taken from you twice a day. The semen will be used to artificially inseminate thousands of deserving women around the world. There will be a much smaller number of elite women who will receive your semen in the more traditional way."

"What if I don't cooperate?" I said angrily. 'I'm not going to allow this. I won't be held a prisoner here!"

"Once you understand our process, I'm sure you will not resist our efforts. Ultimately, we don't need your cooperation for our project to be successful. With the information we already have about you, plus what we will gather from additional testing, I can assure you that you will produce the necessary quantities of product. Given what we already know about your sexual profile, the actual extraction should be relatively easy."

"Sexual profile?" I stammered, wondering what she meant.

"Yes." Said Monique. "Despite the fact that you never married, you are quite fond of women, especially pretty ones, and you have a strong sex drive. We have two teams of three women each. All six of them are extraordinarily lovely in the ways you prefer. They've been briefed on your entire history. An additional criterion is that each of them prefers older men. They've been trained in the latest sexual technology. Their sole mission is life is to satisfy you sexually beyond your wildest fantasies. I believe you'll give us product well beyond our projections Robert."

I swallowed hard. I didn't know what to say.

"Get some rest." Said Monique. "Tomorrow will be a busy day."

The lights came on the next morning promptly at 6 am. I took a shower and put on a fresh pair of pajamas. I bushed and flossed, but couldn't shave, as a razor was apparently not allowed lest I slit my wrists. I also noted that there was no way to hang myself either. I chuckled at the thought and shook my head.

There was a knock on the door and three young women entered. They were each even prettier than Monique and Tatiana.

"We are here to give you a shave. We are the members of Team #1. "I am Sherry, and this is Holly and Susan. Please sit in the chair."

I sat down as told, not wanting to risk being assaulted by the three Barbie dolls. Holly proceeded to shave my face with an electric razor while the other two watched, presumably ready to subdue me should I resist.

"Stand up and drop your pajama bottoms." Said Holly.

"What?" I said. "No."

"We need to keep your genital area smooth. Either cooperate or we will put you in restraints and do it that way." said Sherry.

Reluctantly I complied. Their outfits made them look a lot like nurses. So I tried to convince myself that this was just a routine medical procedure.

Sherry took the electric razor from Holly and knelt in front of me, my cock hanging an inch from her face and starting to get hard even though I didn't want it to.

"That's good." She said, "You'll be easier to shave if you get a good hard on. Call it a self-fulfilling prophecy. She gently shaved my balls while taking my cock in her other hand. In about three minutes she was finished, with me standing there with my cock in the air.

"Get used to being hard." she smiled. "It will be your natural state from now on."

"No breakfast today because of the tests." said Susan, "We'll be back in a few minutes."

I felt like a lab rat.

When they returned I was escorted to a medical testing area. I received a wrist ID, and blood and urine samples were taken. I then received a chest x-ray and a CAT scan of my head. Finally I given an EKG and put on a treadmill for a stress test of my heart. Then I was escorted back to my room where lunch was waiting.

Holly stayed with me while I ate lunch. There were no utensils. Only food that could be eaten by hand was present. I guess they didn't want any weapons made from a knife or fork. I was hungry.

"Why all the tests?" I asked.

"We just want to verify that you are in good health. We wouldn't want any diseases passed on to our customers. " Said Susan. "We also need to know your level of fitness in order to maximize production volumes."

I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but I decided not to ask.

"What are we doing this afternoon?" I asked.

"We'll be taking some base line data on semen volume and sperm count. We'll also be measuring sperm motility and life duration. The better they swim and the longer they live the more fertile the sperm. We need this data to track any improvements we see over time as a result of our processes.", she said.

It sounded like a Total Quality Management pitch, but I suspected it wouldn't be quite like that in practice.

I finished my lunch and she took away the tray indicating that she would be back at 1PM.

Susan returned at the appointed time. She escorted me to a room with an examination table and several pieces of monitoring equipment. It looked a bit like an intensive care unit in a hospital. Monique, the Director of technical Operations was there, along with the other 2 Barbies.

"Go behind the screen, undress, and put on the hospital gown." Said Monique.

I did as instructed, as there were now four of them to enforce my compliance. I always hated hospital gowns. They always feel as though they will fall off at the slightest movement.

"Up on the table." Monique said, "and lie on your back."

The table didn't look like an ordinary examining table, as it had four wings on it. As soon as I was down each woman took an arm or a leg and before I could react my limbs were secured with padded Velcro straps to the four wings. I looked startled.

"Relax. We're not going to hurt you. Calm down.' said Monique.

"Sherry, hook up the EKG,” said Monique. "Holly, hook up the respiration monitor. Susan get the blood pressure monitor hooked up."

"Vital signs are normal,” said Monique, "I want to start with an arousal baseline to get the lower limit. Once we've got that we'll do an extraction to determine the ejaculatory threshold."

It was useless to struggle against the restraints. This table had been specially designed, so it would take some one much stronger than me to break lose.

"What do you mean by what you said." I asked Monique.

"Basically, we are going to bring you to a high level of sexual arousal and keep you in that state for up to an hour while we measure your vital signs. Once we have that data we will slowly increase your arousal level until you ejaculate. We'll measure your vital signs to determine the exact arousal level that will trigger an orgasm and ejaculation. This data gets programmed into the computer. The two Extraction teams will then only need to monitor a single display, adding or subtracting stimulation to keep you between the limits. The longer they keep you aroused the more sperm you produce, increasing both the quality and quantity of the product. A typical extraction cycle, with careful and precise monitoring, can be extended to 2 or three hours, increasing the sperm count by up to 500 percent" So while it sounds complicated, the value added is enormous", said Monique.

As I was trying to comprehend what she was saying, Monique removed my hospital gown, leaving me naked except for the various EKG cables and such. She then folded the wings out extending my arms and legs. I was now in an X position. Sherry, Holly and Susan took off their uniforms and were naked except for their white sneakers. They all had bodies to die for.

"Holly pulled up a stool and positioned herself between my legs. She had brown hair and big brown eyes. She was about 5'3". Sherry had bright red hair and the palest skin I'd ever seen. She had large breasts that were leaking little droplets of milk. She stood on my right side next to my chest. Susan was about 5'6" with dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She stood on my left side in the same position as Sherry.

"Time" said Monique, switching on some equipment.

Holly took out some massage oil and began to rub it into my cock, which was already hard from the sight of the naked women. The other two women massaged my chest with their fingers, leaning over to give me an up close view of their boobs hanging inches from my face.

"He's hard level 1" said Holly. Monique punched some buttons on the equipment.

"OK" said Monique, "Let's bring him up to level 2. Susan give him a face rub."

I could feel Holly stroking my cock a little faster. Susan leaned over and deposited her bare breasts on my face. Her breasts were radiating warmth and felt fantastic. Definitely all natural.

"Take a nipple." she cooed, "You'll like it."

Susan pushed the nipple on her right breast into my mouth. I took it eagerly, abandoning any idea of resisting.

"That's it", Susan said, "Take it all."

"He's level 2" said Holly as Monique punched more buttons.

"Great!" said Monique; "This is textbook so far."

"Let's try the other one", said Susan, switching me to the other nipple.

"He's getting too hot", said Monique, seeing something on the monitors, "Slow it down Holly".

My cock was throbbing with excitement. Not ready to explode, but pretty far along. Susan withdrew her breast, letting it hang in view, but not giving my mouth access to her luscious nipples.

Holly was stroking slowly now, just enough to keep me on edge without going over.

"That's good." Said Monique, "Keep that tempo Holly".

I looked over at Sherry gazing at her big breasts. She squeezed one shooting a tiny stream of milk in my face. She giggled.

"We know you've got a milk fetish", said Sherry, "So do I. You like to suck it and I want to give it to you."

The minutes passed and I really felt like I needed to cum.

"I need to cum", I said.

"To be technical, I think you want to cum", said Monique, “I'll decide when you need to cum."

"He's Level 3" added Monique, "Right on schedule."

For the next half-hour I kept expressing my need to cum. Monique would instruct Holly to stop stroking every couple of minutes, keeping me on edge. It was driving me crazy.

"Time" said Monique, "Increase it slowly, Holly, so we can get an accurate reading. Sherry, add the milk. Susan come here and help with the monitors.

"Take it, Robert. I know you want it as much as I do" Sherry said as I began drinking her warm milk.


The Product



It didn't. In another minute my body arched and groaned as I dutifully gave my load to a relieved Tatiana.

"That looks like a big one Tatiana", said Tammy, looking at the milky ejaculate in the dish, 'I think he likes you."

Tatiana blushed at the thought. "I think he likes everyone", she laughed, as she left the room to get the product to the lab.

Tammy turned out the lights and rejoined me on the bed, offering me a nipple to suck on.

"Play with me. I'm really horny now.",she whispered. I slipped my hand down to her wet pussy and spent the next hour masturbating her to a series of orgasms. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Perhaps the biggest benefit of cooperation was that I was now allowed to fuck any of the Extractors without using an Extraction Condom. We had to be careful, because I was not allowed to waste product by ejaculating into them except at the end of their tour when I was to impregnate them.

Carla especially enjoyed this freedom. She'd wait until I was scheduled for a drain. After my drain was complete she knew that if she could get me hard again soon, I'd take forever to cum. She'd proceed to fuck my brains out, cumming several times herself until I was finally ready to ejaculate. Then she would dismount and finish me by hand, getting every drop in the container.

Sometimes the entire team would participate, and each would get to cum before I finally had to give up my load. Given that I was the only male they had access to during their tour, I became a popular recreational outlet for them. Since they spent so much time teasing me as part of their job, sometimes I'd turn the tables on one of them for fun.

Kim was easy to tease because she always took forever to get off, no matter what we did with each other. One night she'd been fucking me for about 20 minutes, getting very close to cumming but not quite there.

"Stop.", I gasped, "I'm almost ready to cum. You'd better get the dish."

"Oh, shit.", she panted, "I'm so close. Can you hold it for a few more minutes."

"I can't.", I lied, 'I'm ready to explode."

She dismounted, a disgusted look on her face, and reached for the dish. She started to jerk me off, expecting me to cum right away. In a few minutes I had to laugh because I wasn't remotely close.

"You SOB!", she exclaimed, "You did that on purpose."

She put the dish down and remounted me.

"You SOB.", she whispered, "You just wait until it's my turn to tease you again. I'll keep you hard so long you'll be begging me to let you cum, and I'll make you wait and wait. You'll see."

Kim finally got off, her entire body shaking as she collapsed on my chest.

"Go as many times as you want.", I said, "I'm not even close."

"Thanks.", she said, as she slowly gathered herself and resumed fucking me. After two more orgasms she was satisfied. She then proceeded to call Carla in to hold the dish as she proceeded to fuck me with her tits until I shot my load into the dish.

As Carla left to take the product to the lab, Kim turned out the lights and curled up in my arms.

"You SOB.", she drawled, fading off to sleep. I soon followed.

One morning about a month later Monique arrived as I was eating breakfast.

"You've got a birthday coming up a week from Saturday, and the Extractors want to give you a special present. You are so far ahead of quota the Institute has decided to allow it, even though it is unprecedented.", said Monique, sternly.

"What is it?", I asked, puzzled.

"You are going to be allowed to spend the whole day with all six Extractors. They want you to do whatever you want with them, including cumming wherever and whenever you want. So, for example, if you want to cum in Carla's mouth, she'll happily oblige."

The possibilities would be essentially endless. Perhaps I could even get one of them pregnant if the timing worked out. The milkers wouldn't likely be fertile, but the others will be hoping I could do it.

"Oh, by the way, you'll also have access to your favoriteTeaser. She's excited by the idea and hopes you won't forget her.", Monique said as she headed out the door.

This would be an interesting birthday. Perhaps I should consult my benefactors, The Extractors, for interesting ideas.

That night I was relaxing after a routine day of extraction. I wasn't tired because we didn't do a complete drain. A drain has me ready for bed early.

"Hi.", said Susan as she entered my room and sat, naked, of course, next to me on my bed. I shut off the TV.

"What do you think I should do on my birthday, Susan?", I asked.

"Are you kidding!", she exclaimed, "You should fuck our brains out and pump every drop you can into us while you've got the chance.", she said, as if the answer was so obvious as to not even require discussion.

"You know how much we want your product, and we had to do a lot of convincing to get Tatiana and Monique to go along with this.", she added, "the milkers are willing to let the rest of us have the bulk of it, so you might want to do something else with them, if you have any energy left after you're done with us."

"What about you personally, Susan. What do you want?", I asked.

"I want to tease up a huge load in side you and then fuck you until it shoots as deep into me as it can go. The I want to fuck you some more until I cum. That's what I want. Of course , it's your birthday..."

She leaned over and gave me a sensual kiss, taking my left hand a putting it on her right breast. We made out for awhile, silently exchanging long, deep kisses. All in all, a pleasant way to spend an evening.

Over the next few days I solicited everyone's advice. There was surprising agreement, even including the milkers, who had the least to gain. The milkers seemed quite content to use their considerable erotic appeal to keep me interested in endless sex. They seemed to take real pride in being the ultimate arousers of my passion. I was beginning to look forward to my birthday for the first time in many years. Conditions worked out even better than I hoped when Monique cancelled all extraction activity three days before the big day. We were far enough ahead of quota that we didn't really need the product. I wasn't going to cum for the three days before my birthday. It would be the first time I had not ejaculated at least once a day since I was put into production.

As the big day approached, it was nice to have a couple of days off from producing. Even though the extraction process only took place during the week, Tammy would always manage to tease me into ad hoc extractions on the weekends. She took real pride in the fact that even after a full week of production she could always get me to give even more. In fact, she was so effective that some of my weekend loads were larger and richer that the ones extracted during the week. The secret of her success was making me wait much longer than normal before calling an Extractor to finish the process. I guess that's why she's a Teaser. For my birthday I thought I'd give her a little of her own medicine.

The big day finally arrived. I was sound asleep when I felt a warm body suddenly next to me. It was dark but I could tell it was Tammy rubbing her bare breasts in my face to wake me up. I had slept well, but I was in no hurry to get out of bed. It was still dark, and I could do a lot worse them spend some time with Tammy and her lovely boobs.

It was soon 7 AM so I decided to get up and take a shower. Tammy joined me, and I enjoyed playing with her soapy breasts. The day was definitely off to a good start. She shaved me and we shared some breakfast. When the other girls arrived I had some plans for Ms. Tammy. The gang of six showed up in due course. I now had seven naked lovelies to spend the day with.

"Tammy.", I said, "remember how you used to tease me in the Extraction room, keeping me in restraints for 2 hours at a time before taking the product?"

"Sure", she giggled, "That was so much fun, watching you squirm and beg."

"Let's go re-live some of those moments.", I suggested.

The seven of us walked to the Extraction room. The girls were expecting me to get on the table, but that wasn't what I had in mind.

"Up on the table, Tammy.", I smiled.

She looked surprised, but did what I said, given that it was my birthday.

"Tie her down.", I commanded. The girls put Tammy's wrists and ankles in the padded velcro restraints. I sat between her legs and stroked her pubic hair.

"Such a beautiful pussy. What should I do with it?", I asked. "Holly, why don't you and Sherry give Tammy a nice massage with some body oil. Those breasts look like they would enjoy being rubbed."

The girls started massaging Tammy while I leaned over and began gently probing her slit with my tongue. As the minutes passed Tammy began to moan and get really wet. Holly and Sherry were each sucking on her nipples and kneading Tammy's bare breasts with their well manicured hands. My tongue was barely touching Tammy's clit.

After about 20 minutes of increasingly erotic probing, I slid my middle finger into her hole while I continued to tease her clit with my tongue. I could feel the contractions in her vagina getting stronger and stronger. I knew she was about to cum, so I withdrew my tongue and rubbed her g-spot with my finger, pressing firmly against the front of her barrel. Her hips were writhing with pleasure and her juices were flowing copiously.

Again and again I played tag with her clit and my tongue letting her get to the edge of a powerful orgasm before I would withdraw my tongue and press her g-spot with my finger. Meanwhile Holly and Sherry had Tammy's tits aroused and enlarged. Tammy's whole body was straining against the straps.

"Please let me cum!, she begged, "I can't take anymore."

"Those words are so familiar." I replied, having uttered them many times before when Tammy had my cock ready to explode but not letting me finish when I wanted to. I continued the cycle until she was covered with sweat and pleading with me to finish her. After and hour and a half, I let her cum, burying my face in her pussy and enjoying being bathed in her juices as I devoured her clit. She exploded with pleasure, gasping for breath as wave after wave overcame her.

I let her catch her breath for a moment. 'Would you like me to fuck you?", I asked.

"Yes. Yes. Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

I mounted her and began pumping and almost immediately she began cumming again. Her muscles tightened around my cock with an incredible milking action. Someone was playing with my balls as I pumped her, but I couldn't tell who and I didn't care. She was soon exhausted, so I dismounted without cumming myself.

"Release her.", I said, "She's had enough for now." Tammy slowly sat up groggy from the experience but smiling broadly. My cock was rock hard as I stood by the table enjoying the view of all of the ladies.

"I'm ready to get pregnant.", announced Carla, "If you'll give me that load you denied Tammy."

In an extraordinary stroke of luck Carla was fertile on my birthday, so I was not about to deny her. We all walked back to the bedroom, except for Tammy who was still recovering. Carla lay naked on her back and spread her legs. She was already hot from watching me fuck Tammy so I immediately mounted her.

"Let it cum out whenever you want.", she whispered, "Just give me the biggest load you can of that wonderful Product." Everyone watched as I fucked her. Words of encouragement were uttered by all of the bystanders. Everyone, including myself, wanted Carla to get pregnant from this fucking. I could feel Holly gently massaging my balls as I fucked Carla. I could tell it was Holly because she was the best at it, applying just the right pressure and motion. I didn't want to cum yet, hoping to get Carla off with me.

Carla didn't take long to get really hot, her large breasts pushing up against my chest as I moved on top of her. Her muscles tightened around my cock as she started to cum."

"Oh! Oh!", she gasped.

I couldn't contain myself any longer. 'I'm cumming!", I gasped as I spurted deep into her. As Holly squeezed my balls just right I pumped three more loads into Carla as everyone giggled and gasped. I collapsed on Carla's chest as we both panted furiously.


"It felt like a lot!", she gasped, happily.

"I think it will do.", I replied, as we kissed tenderly, A couple of the girls had a tear running down their cheek, happy that Carla got what she wanted. In a few minutes I was soft and gently withdrew from Carla's magical pussy. I rolled over on my back and relaxed for a few minutes. Everyone was congratulating Carla on her good fortune, expressing hopes that she'd soon be pronounced pregnant.

"Time for a snack.", said Sherry, as she hung a milk laden breast in my face. "We need to keep your energy level up." I eagerly took the nipple and began to suckle. In a few minutes I could feel a stirring between my legs as my cock slowly began to revive. Holly started gently sucking my cock as I continued to drain Sherry's right breast and then her left.

"If It's OK with everyone I'd like to go next.", said Kim. She always took a long time to cum, so she undoubtedly wanted my second load because she knew I could go a long time before giving it up. No one objected.

"Why don't you let me lick your pussy first?", I asked, after sucking the last drop of milk from Sherry. I got up and Kim laid down on her back. I began kissing her lovely mouth, working my way down her chest, then down to her abdomen and finally her already wet bush. In about twenty minutes she was red hot and ready and eager to be fucked. I let her get on top, a position she favored.

She began pumping me lustily, her big breasts bouncing in all directions. A couple of the girls were giving the soles of my feet a gentle massage with heir bare breasts as Kim continued to fuck me. In a half hour or so Kim announced she was going to cum. I wasn't quite ready so I let her get off arching my back to let my cock be buried as deep into her as possible.

She quickly recovered and resumed pumping me. This time I exploded with two spurts, and a much smaller load than I had given the magical Carla. Nevertheless, Kim was quite happy with what I had given her and kissed me enthusiastically as she lay on top of me.

In a few minutes I was soft so Kim gently pulled away exposing my now small cock. I closed my eyes and rested, feeling completely relaxed. In a few minutes I was starting to fall asleep, but Susan began to wash my cock with a warm wet face cloth.

"Let's get you cleaned up a bit so I can suck your cock.", said Susan, as she dried me off with a fluffy towel. She had a thing for my cock when it was small, enjoying the sensation of it growing big in her mouth. She knelt between my legs and began licking it. In a minute she had it fully in her mouth, which was easy since it was now so small. She took her time, knowing it would take awhile for me to revive and confident of her ability to get what she wanted. Gradually she began to get my attention, as I watched her lovely mane of blonde hair slowly bobbing away on my dick.

Slowly I began to get hard. She was still able to take it totally in her mouth. Finally I was rock hard and she could only get about two thirds in comfortably. She let it out and looked at her handiwork, taking it in her hand.

"That's better.', she said, "A soft cock is only useful if you have to pee." She began playing with it as she continued to kneel between my legs. Satisfied that I was sufficiently aroused, she mounted me. She was really wet as she guided it into her warm accepting pussy.

"I'm going to fuck you nice and slow, just enough motion to keep you hard. I want to let the product build up until I decide to take it.", she said.

For the next half hour she did just that. Women were coming and going at random, stopping to watch us for a few minutes and then moving on. Holly stopped by and gently played with my balls as Susan continued fucking me. After an hour I was pretty excited and ready to cum.

"Stop!", I said, wanting her to know I was ready.

She was breathing rapidly, making her breast move provocatively as they hung close to my face. I took them in my hands and fondled them as she paused to let me calm down. She had lovely brown nipples that were quite erect as I gently pulled on them.

"I don't want you to cum until I tell you to. OK?", she asked, "We need to build up a new load."

"Sure.", I said, wanting to give her a proper load when the time came. She resumed fucking me slowly and deliberately. She was straining against me, trying not to cum herself for fear that it would make me lose it before she wanted it. Finally she couldn't help herself and she thrust her pussy hard against me as her body shook with pleasure. I bit my lip to keep from cumming myself. She was sweating, with little beads of perspiration forming on her chest as she lay on top of me.

After a few minutes rest she resumed her activities. "Thanks for not cumming.", she whispered, "I know you were ready."

"That's O.K.", I said, 'I'll get my chance eventually."

"You better.", she teased, 'I'm expecting at least a medium load from you."

We had several rounds of stop-and-go as she continued to fuck me. I was really wanting to cum.

"You should be ready.", She said finally, "Let it cum when ever you want." She now began pumping me vigorously, wanting me to explode inside her. It didn't take long as I soon gave it up as waves of pleasure over came me.

"That's it, let it out.", she said, "Let it all out."

She continued to pump me right through my orgasm, making sure she milked every precious drop from my swollen cock.

The rest of my birthday was more of the same, until I was so exhausted I couldn't stay awake any longer.

The next morning I was awakened by Tatiana. "I have news.", she said sternly. "The genetic research arm of The Institute has achieved a break through in genetic engineering. We are now able to repair damaged genes. Your product will no longer be needed. You will be returned to The U.S. in 48 hours.

I was stunned. On the one hand it was great news for the women who needed my semen. On the other hand, I'd become rather fond of my lovely friends. Tatiana broke the news to everyone that they would be out of jobs. The place was in turmoil.

Everyone gathered in my room, most were in tears. "Don't cry.", I said. "I have an idea. I'll buy a ten bedroom house near Malibu and...

The End