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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.