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CHAPTER 7
“OK, I think we are ready now. Let’s get him onto the platform and do the rough height measurement.” I was guided around the side of the machine, where there was a small platform, which could move up and down through a hydraulic device coming from the body of the machine itself. I was lead onto the platform and then my ankles were secured with cuffs so that I could not move my feet. I also noticed that the whole of this side of the machine as covered in soft fur, so that leaning against it produced a lovely warm effect. “Right, now we have to get his cock roughly aligned with the machine’s “cunt” here, so that the rods can enter their ports.” Ellen’s hand moved to a small lever, which she pulled up and the platform on which I was standing rose slowly. Ellen grasped my cock and pointed it forward, until it was aligned with an area covered with long soft hair at the side of the machine. As ElIen parted the hair, so I noticed a small opening shaped exactly like a woman’s cunt, which would allow entry into the body of the machine. Either side of the opening, there was a soft leather pad and the whole area was covered by long soft hair. But now that the hair had been parted, I could clearly see the opening, from which was oozing a thick lanolin cream. Ellen flicked the lever up and down until she was content that my cock was closely aligned to the opening. “I have had the machine serviced a couple of days ago and Peter is the first subject to use it. I am glad to see that the movement of the platform has released the oil. OK, we are now ready for the next phase and for this I will need him hard and stiff. Maria, would you like to do the honours – I have some hand cream here to help.” Maria moved around and took a large wadge of hand cream onto her hands, which she then applied to my cock. She expertly started to rub my cock-head and even though I was stiff with fear, I could feel my cock beginning to harden under her expert massaging. Soon my cock was thick and hard, as well as being slick with the hand cream. My breathing was coming in coarse gasps and I tried in vain to push Maria away from her ministrations on the tenderest part of my cock. However hard I tried, I could not stop my cock from growing hard and red.

CHAPTER 6
“What is the highest number you have ever seen?” my aunt asked. “Well, we once had a young lad who scored 115. He was unbelievable and his sperm was worth an enormous amount. Unfortunately he was owned by a very mercenary Mistress, who then proceeded just to put him out to stud to anyone who could pay. I begged her to look after him, but she had him sperming up to 6 women daily, every day. At that rate it was hardly surprising his balls gave out and the last I heard of him he had been sold to an older woman who just kept him for the occasional session. All very sad and such a waste.” “Anyway,” Ellen went on. “The important thing is to get a good reading and for that it is vital that the sperm hits the exact area where the reading takes place. In order to achieve this, we have a special harness, which you will see ensures the subject’s cock is aimed exactly at the correct location. So I suggest, unless anyone has any further questions, we continue with the test. I have got a harness here and perhaps one of you will help me get Peter into it.” I had been bemused by all I heard, and I still could not really believe all that was happening to me. But now I saw Ellen, with her huge tits swaying in front of her approach with a strange looking harness, which was going to fit around my waist. I shrank from her approach, but Maria was holding me tight and kept me still whilst Ellen undid the leather straps of the harness. In the end it was a simple affair, with a leather strap around my waist, with smaller straps running between my legs and others attached to the lower straps, which went around my thighs. The effect was to ensure that, when all the straps were tightened, the harness could not move around my body at all. Attached to the waist band, and hinged so that they hung down, were two metal rods with a knurled ratchet running along the upper edge. These rods were about 18 inches long and could be moved up so that they stuck out in a forward position coming from either side of my waist.

CHAPTER 5
Before I could answer, she plunged her mouth down onto mine and thrust her tongue into my mouth, exploring around inside me. I felt that nothing these women could now do to me would appal me further, yet the thought of kissing a woman who could be my Grandmother made my senses reel. She came off me as quickly as she had taken me and stripped off both my fur coat and boxer shorts. At the same time she stripped off her white coat to reveal her body encased in a girdle and panties. Her breasts however were exposed and I had not been wrong in that regard. They hung down nearly to her waist, huge mounds of mammary flesh with blue veins running their length down to her nipples. The nipples and aureoles were huge, running up the flank of each breast. She had obviously been breast-feeding for a considerable time, for her nipples were long and pointed. Her hands encircled my genitals as she fondled and cupped my balls. “Mmmm nice and full of sperm from what I can feel.” With that she gathered one huge breast into her hands and offered the big nipple for me to suck. With the four other women watching closely, I knew better than to refuse, so I stooped down and took the nipple into my mouth sucking voraciously. I big nubbule of flesh swelled inside my mouth as Ellen gasped at the sensation. The she drew away suddenly, so that the breast swung back to join its mate. “Enough playing around,” she said in a matter of fact way. “I will now explain how this machine of mine works. You are very fortunate to have one so close, as there are only a few of them in the country. They are specialist sperm counters and are incredibly accurate. Prior to the arrival of this machine, all we could do was to make the boys sperm and then look at the result under a microscope. It was all pretty subjective and highly inaccurate.” “Now as you might imagine this machine is controlled by a computer. We strap the subject into the machine and when he climaxes, the machine reads exactly the number of sperms per square millimetre. It then converts them onto this scale, which you can see in the screen. The scale is easy to understand. In a nutshell, 0 – 20 is termed as sterile; 20 – 40 is fairly virile; 40 – 65, the largest group, is virile; 65 – 100 is very virile. Anything above 100 is in the super virile group, but we rarely see any of those.”

CHAPTER 4
The group was however turning to what appeared to be a large metal box-like structure against the far wall. The grey metal box was about 4 foot square and stood on large casters. It could therefore be moved around the room with ease. A large umbilical cord came from one side of the structure and was plugged into the wall. Other pipes emanated from the same side, some of which went straight into a drain, whilst other appeared to be joined up to the hot and cold water. My aunt turned to me and made to introduce me to Ellen. “Ellen, this is Peter who has come to be tested today.” I looked up into the blue eyes of a tall mature woman, with iron grey hair and a well made up face. She obviously took great care of her body for even through her white tunic I could see she was in good shape. She stood about the same height as Maria, but had heavy legs and wide hips. Apart from the greying hair and slightly aging face it was her bosom which gave away her age. Her breasts must have been very heavy, for they jutted out in front of her and were well supported by a heavy brassier. She smiled as she took my hand. “How do you do, Peter,” she said. With that she came close to me and took the fur pouch in both her hands. “Mmmm, I hope you have got some good sperm in there. We will be needing all of your seed this afternoon and I gather you have had a day’s rest, so lets hope for good things.” I sprang back at the touch of her hands on my genitals, for I was still unused to strange women fondling me intimately on our very first meeting. “Don’t be shy!” she murmured, as she held me at arms length looking me up and down. “He’s very small, isn’t he Sue?” she said. “Still never mind, what really matters is how those balls of his perform. How old is this little sweetie?” she asked. “He was 17 a few weeks ago,” my aunt replied. She looked down at me. “Do you realise that I have a son who could actually be your father? So that means I am really old enough to be your Grandmother. How does it feel to be inspected a lady over 40 years older than you and old enough to be your Granny?”

CHAPTER 3
The day was spent quietly, with a full preparation as far as I was concerned. I spent most of the day attached to one of the four milk-producing breasts, drinking gallons of the warm sweet fluid that streamed from my wet-nurses. I was also shaved all over and oiled, before being bathed and powdered prior to our departure. Finally I was dressed in fur boxer shorts with a full fur coat over the top complete with hood that all but hid my face. We then piled into my aunt’s car, with me sitting in the back between Sharji and Sandra for the drive to the clinic. Normally I would have expected one of my wet-nurses to coax me to her breast during the drive, and for the other to fondle and play with the fur pouch encasing my genitals, but this time I was left completely alone with just my thoughts for company. I was able to push back the folds of fur surrounding my head, so that would see the route we were taking, but this only helped me a little for it as dark by the time we entered the town where the clinic was situated. My aunt seemed to know exactly where to go, for before long we were turning off the main road onto a feeder road and then into a drive-way. The car crunched on the gravel, before coming to a stop in front of an imposing looking building with a heavy front door. My aunt stepped out and rang the door bell and after a short while light flooded onto the driveway as the door was opened. I could see my aunt talking to a woman and then she returned to the car and informed us that Ellen was ready to see us. I stepped out onto the driveway and was guided by Maria into the hallway. The fur hood had flopped over my face again and I found it difficult to see the tall woman who stood in front of us. No introductions took place, but she merely motioned for us to follow her up the stairs to the first floor. I padded up with the 5 women and we entered a brightly lit room, where my aunt pulled back my hood so that I could see what was about me. The room was large and square, carpeted throughout and with heavy braid curtains, which were drawn to shut out the night. The room was very warm for I already felt myself overheating dressed as I was in my full fur outfit. Against one wall there stood a couch, very much like the sort you might see in a doctor’s surgery. Various implements hung from the ceiling above the couch, but none of them was familiar to me. There were easy chairs spread around the room, with a gas fire burning brightly in the centre of one wall. The room had the effect of being half a doctor’s surgery and half a sumptious sitting room.

CHAPTER 2
“WOW!!” Maria replied. “Well, all I would suggest is that we keep a very careful eye on her, of she could cause terrible damage to Peter’s balls. Her demands are enormous and she makes me look like a feather-weight!” “Well, I tell you what, I will go and phone the clinic now and see if they can book us in. I have no idea how they grade men in regards to their virility, but no doubt they have a system.” With that my aunt went off downstairs to the phone. I had been listening to this with mounting horror. Not content with the daily humiliation of suckling wet-nurses and sperming women old enough to be my mother, I was now to be used as a stud, with no thought as to whether I wished to impregnate a strange woman. Sharji looked down at me with her clear auburn eyes and smiled. “You just concentrate on suckling from my breasts, darling,” she cooed. She snuggled me closed to her torso, squeezing the body of her beast so that milk gushed from the orifices in the nipple. I sucked gently being very aware of the body of the nipple filling my mouth. My teeth sank into the rubbery flesh and Sharji sighed at the sensation, which started at the nipple and went all the way to her cunt, for I could feel her dampness against my back. My aunt reappeared full of smiles. “Well, I have spoken to Ellen who runs the clinic and she was expecting my call. She can see us at 5 pm this afternoon and knows all about Mary’s plan. She says that her last appointment is at 4.30, so if we go along at 5, we can spend as much time as we like. She only asks that we do not sperm Peter today, so that she has the best chance of measuring his virility. I said that I would try and get Maria off him before she drained him this morning!!” All the girls laughed at this. Maria however, was obviously disappointed, but knowing the importance my aunt placed on this new subject clambered off me, sliding off my soaking cock. Her cunt however seemed to have a mind of its own and her flesh clung to the length of my shaft for as long as possible. It eventually gave up the unequal struggle with a sucking, squelching noise as my knob appeared from between her outer lips.

CHAPTER 1
For those who have not read the firxst partrs, I am a young boy, adopted by his Aunt, who with her companions keep me as a sex-toy. Now read on . . . The days following Tara’s party were unlike any other I could remember. Although my routine was to all intents and purposes unchanged, there was an air of expectation around, as if all the women expected something to happen, brought about by my success in the sperming competition at the party. About a week afterwards, this came true. The morning was a normal one. We had all woken to a bright morning, and I was in my usual state. I had one of Sharji’s fat nipples plugged into my mouth, and I was quietly suckling her warm breast-milk. Maria was astride me, with my cock firmly wedged inside her greedy cunt. I could just see the base of my cock, where it disappeared into her slit, with her cunt-lips stretched around the base, trying to swallow the length of my shaft. She was sitting quite still reading a magazine and I was able to marvel at her taught dark body, with its firm breasts jutting out proudly. Sandra meanwhile was busy in the bathroom and my Aunt had gone downstairs to collect the mail. All the women around me needless to say were quite naked. My Aunt re-entered the room reading what appeared to be a neatly typed letter. She wandered over to the bed and stood directly over me. “Marie, does the name Susan Stratton mean anything to you?” my aunt asked Maria. “You mean ‘mighty Susan’” Maria replied. “If you do, I well remember her. I remember one particular party where she was one of the guests. She captured a young slave, hoisted him under one arm and ran up the stairs two by two to the nearest bedroom. When she re-appeared, the young slave had to be given artificial respiration and was “off games for a week because of the demands she made on his balls. Even then if I remember correctly, she wasn’t satisfied. Why?” “Well, she has written to me with a proposal that for a considerable fee, Peter should impregnate her. Apparently she has decided that she wants a child before she gets much older and in talking to Tara, Peter’s name came up. She has offered a huge sum if he manages it, and will also pay for him to attend a sperm clinic in the nearby town to ensure he is virile. Apparently she won’t be interested if he is below average on the virility scale. If however, all goes well, she wants to come and stay for a month after her next period in the hope of becoming pregnant.”

Chapter 6
” Oh yeah, my ball’s, my ball’s, milk my ball’s baby, get the rest of it.” ” Oh yeah, that’s it, squeeze um, pull um, milk um with your little fingers.” ” Gentlyyyyyyyyy, easy baby, easyyyyyyy, don’t hurt um.” ” Oh yeah, that’s it, milk um.” ” AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,”…SQUIRT. I don’t know how long he held me down there, making me milk his warm, heavy ball sac, as he got me to suck on the end of his cock and made me eat it, as it slowly oozed out. All I know is that by the time he finally let me up off of it, that his once proud boner was gone and his warm cock was only 3 or 4 inches long now and just laying there, laying there like mine was, as we sat there. I couldn’t look at him, as I reached down, jerked my swimming trunks back up and he drove me the rest of the way to my house. He knew that I was embarrassed, embarrassed about what he had just gotten me to do to him, suck on him and then eventually eat him, before he let go of me again. He didn’t say anything to me, as he stopped the car in front of my house, yes, he knew where I lived by then and watched me, as I grabbed the $10 dollar bill up off the seat and pushed my door open. As I headed up the walkway towards my house, still clutching on the crumpled-up $10 dollar bill that was in my hand, all I could think about was how strange his cum, pearly white cum had tasted. Tasted after his swollen cock had deposited it on my little tongue, before he pulled it back out of my mouth again. It wasn’t a sweet taste, a sweet taste like his pre-cum had been, before that. It was bitter, really bitter and even chalky and salty, in some strange kinda way. It was a taste, a taste that I had no desire whatsoever, to ever taste again. But the feel of the old crumpled up $10 dollar bill in my hand, would change all of that. Because every time after that, when he’d pick me up hitchhiking and give me a ride home, it always ended up the same way, with him leaving me with the same bitter, salty, sometimes sweet, sometimes chalky taste in my mouth and another crumpled up $10 dollar bill in my hand, as he calmly drove away.

Chapter 5
Slurp…slurp, slurp…slurp, slurp…slurp. I don’t know how far I was able to go down on it before he started screaming at me, ” Easy baby, easyyyyyyyyyyyy.” ” Agghhhhhh, Nooooooo, Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.” Once again I jerked up off of it and started screaming, ” Nooo, Nooo, Please don’t do that.” ” I’ll suck on it, if you still want me to but please don’t do that to me.” Even though I was begging him not to cum, he grabbed ahold of my head again, pulled me back down to it and before I could even stop him, he had worked it back up into my mouth. His cock was wet, so wet by then. Wet from my spit, wet from his clear, sweet, pre-cum, that had escaped my tiny tongue, as it had explored the entire length of it earlier, searching for even more, of it’s wet, slimy sweetness. Pretty soon the only sounds that were coming from the old pickup truck, were the little moans and groans that he was making and the little whimpers, that were coming out of me, as he got me to suck harder and harder on his warm, stiff boner. ” Oh fuck yesss, suck it baby, suck ittt.” Even I was embarrassed at all the little, Slurp…slurp, slurp…slurp, slurping sounds, that I was making on it, as he worked it up into my warm mouth, deeper and deeper. All at once he held real still and just as I was trying to say, ” Nooo,” his cock exploded and started spewing its warm white liquid, up into my mouth, as he held me down on it. He didn’t care that I was screaming and trying to get away from it, as it jerked Once…” AGGHHHHH,” Twice…” AGGHHHH ” , Three times…” ” AGGHHHHHHHHHHHH,” “AGGHHHH,” and he then he started screaming and moaning, ” Eat it, Eat it, Eat it you little cocksucker,” over and over, until finally he heard the little sounds that I was making on it. ” Gulp…gulp, gulp…gulp, gulp…gulp “, Gulping on it, Sucking on it, Swallowing and Eating it, as fast as I could. I couldn’t believe how much of the pearly white liquid kept squirting up out of the end of it. Squirting up into my mouth again and again, until finally it stopped squirting but still kept oozing out of the little hole in the end of it.

Chapter 4
I don’t even know, how he got me to start sucking on it, all I know is that one minute he had me licking on the end and then the sides of it and the next thing I knew, I could feel the warmth of his boner in my mouth and that’s when I knew that I had to do it, as he started to ease it in and out, slowly. ” Oh shit, Oh fuck yesss, That’s it, Suck it.” ” Come on, come on hurry.” ” Hurry before someone comes along and ruins it.” I didn’t really wanna suck on his old, thick cock but he had sucked on mine, sucked on my young, hard one, so, it was only fair that I suck on his, so, I did. My mouth had just barely been able to stretch down over the swollen head, on the end of it, it was that big. When I finally did get the end of it up into my mouth, it was so big, that he wasn’t able to move it back and forth, very much. But what little movement he was able to do with it, was doing something down inside of me and he could tell it, by my breathing, as he tried to work it up into my mouth, deeper and deeper. It wasn’t until he started moaning and groaning, that I finally understood what I was really letting an old man do to me, fuck me in my mouth. Fuck me in my mouth and use it, like it was a little girl’s, tight little pussy. I don’t even know how to explain what happened next. All I know is that one minute I was still kinda fighting it and the next minute a strange little moan came out of me, a moan that even I had never heard before and my mouth just relaxed and let him do it. When he saw that I wasn’t going to fight it anymore, he let go of my head, leaned back against the door and just sat there watching me. Watching as my little head started to slowly bobb up and down on it, caressing it with my warm soft tongue, as my tight, little mouth went down on it further and further. ” Oh shit yes, I got’s me a natural.” ” I got’s me a Natural Born Cocksucker.” ” That’s it, come on baby, suck that cock.” ” Suck that cock, like you and I both know, that you were born to do.” ” Agghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” ” Oh yeahhh.”