Chapter 5: Working Man

The next morning, Tom and I ‘officially’ started our career impregnating women.

I used room number 5, and Tom used number 6. I appreciated that we didn’t have to sleep and fuck in the same room. It gave us some separation between our job and our private lives.

My first ‘official’ one was a well-dressed older lady, probably in her late thirties or early forties. Like many of them would be, she and they were nervous, seeing that they were so out of practice. I tried to put her at ease, by being as reassuring as possible, and taking control of the situation.

Our coupling was unexceptional. She came at least once, maybe twice, during our joining.

As she was dressing, she kept looking at me with some wonder. “You are so good! I can’t believe you are just getting started.”

I merely shrugged. “I’ve had some good training.”

The remaining three women I saw that day were all older, and wearing expensive clothing. This did not seem to be a random lottery, but really did I care? Also I didn’t want to rock the boat.

Erica seemed to know them, and say they were okay. They all were only known to us by their initial, Ms. B, for example. I think I had seen some of them on TV. I’d never been big on watching the news. Many of them were older, but some of them were as young as me, or mostly somewhere in between.

Sometimes they would send each of us to the same woman, in turn. Most of them were very eager, but a few were scared or nervous. With those, we practiced some techniques that we’d been taught to alleviate tension. It would later turn into a bit of a scandal. Some, but not all, of the women were paying money to get early access to our services.

It turned out that Erica was pocketing big bucks, letting the richer ladies get to the front of the line. The women involved, ended up getting penalized somehow, and a few spent some time in jail. I am nor clear on all the details or how it affected Erica. Like I said, I was never a big follower of the news and that was in the future.

Between each mating, I was required to redress. I guess it had been determined that women were more at ease if their partner disrobed with her.

Tom’s or my mom came in and changed the sheets between each session. That was most appreciated. It would have been disgusting to have one of my customers lay down on a wet spot.

After the second woman the first day, I took a lunch break. I ate at my mom’s apartment, and talked with Tom about our experiences.

After the third woman, Erica stuck her head in as my mom was changing the bedding. “I have woman here with her daughter. Do you feel up to doing them both.”

I caught the double entendre. “I believe so.”

“They could come back tomorrow when you are fresh.”

I smiled, “No, I’m fine. I still have the stamina.”

“Great!”

The daughter turned out to be sixteen years old. She had been just one year old when the Big Snip happened. She had no memories of men, and never seen real live one before. To say she was nervous and intimidated was an understatement. I took it very slow with her. I let her examine my body, especially my penis.

I fucked her mother first, letting her see all that was involved. She freaked out a bit when she heard her mother moan and cry out as she came. “I’ve never seen her lose control like that.”

“It’s the best kind of losing control,” she said as she sat up, covered with sweat. “Now, you try it.”

She also had some reservations about getting knocked up at such a young age. “I’m not sure I am ready for the responsibility.”

The mother, who I knew as Mrs. L, was rapidly losing patience. “There are only three thousand of these men in the whole country. You may not get another chance like this for five, ten years, maybe lomger. You know you will not get another go until all the other fertile women get their chance.”

“Okay, okay!”

“I will help you raise the little bastard, after he is born.”

It turned out that this young brunette was my first true virgin. I took her hymen as I penetrated her. I took it slow and gentle with her at first, letting her get accustomed to being fucked. When she started exclaiming “Oh my!” numerous times, I sped up my pace and force. Soon, she cried out and orgasmed, squirting fluid onto me. She came twice more before I came, spraying my seed all over her womb.

As I climbed off her, she said, “Can we do that again?”

I motioned down to my limp dick. “Sorry, only one time per customer.”

The two went into the bathroom to shower off all the fluids stuck to their bodies, just like the other three women before them. They then dressed, and left.

I put back on my uniform, and headed down to my mother’s room for supper.

A little experimenting, and we soon discovered that I could handle six girls on a daily basis, with a little help from those blue and brown pills. Some boys could only do three a day. Six turned out to be the top limit, consistently.