Chapter 265: Message For You Sire

Who told the clothes crew that I had a bike messenger job?

Molly’s mom bonded with the babies, especially since she decided that she wasn’t having any more to focus on giving her children much more of her attention now. For the time being, she offered to watch them during the week and weekends when my parents went out of town for a romantic weekend. Once mom had left with the babies, I had some unexpected visitors, and a request.

“Mister David,” one of the women I knew swapped out the clothes in my closets and cleaned up the house said. “When the nice underwear arrived, you were very nice to girls who work with me that are wives to men while girls are still very young. The girls all very happy when they remember the fun that they have that day. Some girls now have hard times with husbands who mad that girls have not had their babies even though girls now recently become women, but some just fourteen, others already fifteen. Others have nice husbands who do not care if girls give them children, the men happy with girls take good care of them in bed or when their husbands want them. We know you make a lot of babies in girls and women here in town. A lot of babies. Healthy, happy, strong babies. Man showing you how to do new job sick today, a woman asked to train you today, but she can’t until noon. Your boss said to send your phone a message. I want to ask if you will play with all the girls in the pool, and maybe you go inside with older girls who at the right time to make a baby. Don’t feel any guilt about being another man’s wife. Husbands to girls sleep with other girls and women. It is fair that girls sleep with other men if they want, but besides husbands, the girls only want you to be with them.

Well, I have three hours free now, and they all looked so happy when they were teasing me with their bodies going through the big boxes of silk underwear.

A few phone calls had five cleaning and clothes service vans showed up. I soon had twenty-six naked girls between ten and sixteen, playing like kids in the pool with me. Not a one did anything to get me aroused or have me feel them up. That isn’t to say that they didn’t squirm to have their pink canoes covered by my hand before letting me throw them, grind against my dick when wrapping their legs around my waist, tongue kiss me until someone pulled them away, or give my dick a quick check out. Up in my room, after we all tried to see how many could squeeze into my shower with me at the same time, things were different.

The girls all knew I had age rules about who I would have sex with, but that didn’t stop any of them from being there as the older girls, specifically those who wanted to try to have me get them pregnant, did their best to get me interested. Two had already had children, but you couldn’t tell from how I couldn’t get more than five inches inside them. It was quite an enjoyable two hours. When washing again, I saw many younger girls who were fertile today. Some had taken sperm from one of the older girls to rub on their pussies. Others pushed some inside themselves.

I know my dick didn’t even touch any of them, but there were those times where they pulled me out from inside one of the older girls right before I came and was then taken over the edge with their hand. Then again, I saw multiple times where one girl pushed her fuzzy clam against a well-creamed beaver.

In the shower, I saw that seven of the nine girls who had eggs waiting had gotten pregnant. The other two were both sixteen but had someone pull me out before I came inside them. I asked them why and they whispered back that some younger girls needed my sperm, and they didn’t want it wasted because it wasn’t the right time for them to get pregnant. Some of the others watched as just two of the girls screwed me in the shower until both girls got a triple load of semen to be sure they knew exactly when they got pregnant from my sperm. I did get very nasty looks from the women when they came up to find both girls were now rubber from having cum so many times before I finally went over the edge inside each of them.

Yes. That is yet another big blob of cum leaking from those girl’s lightly-bearded clams after they thought they had drained it all out.

As the girls rushed out to go dress again, I saw two of the women in the group that were blushing and very aroused as they kept looking in at my dick. I looked inside both to see that both had semen inside them, but the few thousand sperm I saw couldn’t swim or not formed correctly. Looking at their vaginas showed that they had sex in the last few hours, their hymens only showed a slight irritation and a few old, minor tears. One ovulated many times over the previous three days. The other had released three eggs from one ovary and two from the other at some point overnight.

So that is what it looks like when a woman is taking large doses of fertility drugs.

I pulled them to the side and asked them to wait in my room after everyone else left.

Once I locked my door, they were naked as soon as they saw I was interested in seeing if they wanted to have some fun. I didn’t have a lot of time, but they were ready to go. Each told me how they had been trying hard for a baby with their husbands, but it wasn’t working. They knew they were getting sperm up inside them because their husbands were balls-deep when they fired their loads. It took long enough most times that the girls got to cum at least once, sometimes a lot of times since their husbands had sex with them again as soon as the girls got them hard. Each was very happy with their sex lives, just sad that nothing they tried help them conceive.

“Both men we marry are very proud, but they still went to their doctor and women doctors to give them a sample of their seed. The doctors said they have very little, so we are doing everything we can to get as much inside us as our men can,” one told me right before my dick tore through what remained of her cherry.

Each left pregnant, from the sperm in my precum, before I finally pulled out without having cum inside them. Both couldn’t take more orgasms, but were surprisingly not sore, dried out, or showed any signs of blood from my having ripped open their hymens.

Of the two, the second whispered, “I know you’re precum usually has sperm in it due to the number of pregnant girls, or those who have already had your children, that got pregnant from you without you ever finishing inside them. My doctor told me to be sure not to ask you to help me out conceiving, but if you chose to help that my husband wouldn’t ever again have me take fertility drugs to give his useless sperm every possible chance. His sperm can’t fertilize my ova in a test tube. The last time the doctor went to extract my eggs to see if she could get at least one to fertilize with his sperm, she found seven that were viable. She also told me that so far, every girl you have gotten pregnant, who didn’t miscarry because of something wrong with her body, gave birth to your child. Based on the average numbers, I will have four of your children in around nine months, probably closer to five. You can’t tell anyone I told you, but the OBs are telling girl patients to stay away from sex with you unless they are on birth control and use condoms. They are having girls sit with teenaged mothers of your children who had twins, or more, from just one quick time with you where you didn’t even cum inside them. That is why you don’t have your bed filled every night with girls from high school, or the ones who look to be in high school, but turned fourteen and are still in middle school. I know for sure that the boy that started this year in the fall is gay. He can’t stay hard with a girl no matter what they try. With boys, he never seems to go soft, even after he climaxes.”

Now that explains a lot. I wonder if that is why Sue hoped I wouldn’t refuse to be intimate with her yesterday.

I picked from the wide selection of “armored” biking pants that had appeared in my wardrobe sometime yesterday. I did put on a pair of biker “underwear” as one of the clothing girls called it, under my biking shorts. While I did have multiple light-weight, armored jackets, I opted for a t-shirt since it was going to be hot today.

Fortunately, my driving skills let me make it into work with ten minutes to spare. I had enough time to fill up my water bottles with ice water before the woman taking me around today. She checked me out, gave me a nod, and walked past me to the boss.

“So, where are you sending this kid you’ve got slowing me down the rest of the day? You know you’re going to have to cover the difference from my normal delivery speeds,” she told the boss. “You didn’t let the kid go buy some thirty-speed mountain bike and expect to wear flip-flops, did you?”

The man laughed, hard, before pointing to me and saying, “That’s the kid. Didn’t tell him anything about a bike to buy, but someone took the time to get him something he won’t destroy. I’m not sure they make a bike with a bigger frame.”

She walked past me to look outside and came back in to ask, “Good. Joke man. So, where is that kid? Did he run off already?”

When the woman came back toward me, I put out my hand and said, “Hey. I’m David. I’m the kid you get to show the ropes.”

“This is a joke, right,” she asked the boss. “This guy looks like he can carry a soda machine at a full sprint faster than I can ride with a letter.”

The manager laughed again before telling her, “Gina, he probably can, and if he were eighteen, I would probably let him, but he’s only sixteen. No insurance company is going to cover him for anything more than letters and small packages. You’ve got a bit stack to get done today, so I suggest you two get at it.”

“Come on then. Might as well get some work done then,” Gina told me. “Grab that messenger bag. It is on the part of the loop I ride.”

The bag was three times as full as what her bag was after she loaded it up. I didn’t even notice I had it with me. She did check that my helmet fit me correctly and that my bike wasn’t some oversized big box store bargain. After showing me the route we were taking on the map, she hopped on her bike and took off as fast as she could, maybe trying to lose me.

Not going to happen since I can remove the buildings between us as well as see where I need to go to get between cars without worrying about the cars hitting me.

Having seen the addresses on the list of deliveries she had to make, I took a few short cuts to be waiting at the first location before she got there.

I went up with her as she made the delivery and had the people sign for it. She was good at weaving around through traffic but wasn’t very fast. Around two, she said she was going to stop to take her lunch break. She was meeting someone, so she wanted me waiting out front in an hour. If I wasn’t there, she was leaving me to find my way back to the shop.

Most of the things in the bag she had me grab are close together and shouldn’t take me an hour to deliver.

I didn’t feel like I was pedaling very fast or that it was much effort to run up the stairs to drop off the letters and packages I had in my bag. One of the people recognized me, and we chatted for a few minutes, but I still made it back to where the woman taking me around went to have lunch. I waited beside her bike for her to come out.

“Once we get these last few delivered, we will start on the bag your carrying. We should get that done before time to call it a day,” she told me.

As before she took lunch, we both went up so she could show me how to make sure I got the right place, and they signed for the delivery.

She had me get more water before saying, “Ok. Now we start on the other bag. Why don’t you see if you can follow the map to deliver them?”

“I did that while you were eating lunch. All these are packages they asked me to take back to the office to have sent out,” I said. “Here is where they signed, and then they gave me these forms for the packages to take back with us.”

Go ahead. Stare in disbelief. If you hadn’t stopped for lunch, we would have gotten these done and been back at the service for more to deliver before the end of the business day.

I found out that usually, there was someone early in the morning and then later in the afternoon that went by to pick up outgoing packages, but the woman didn’t tell me that until after we left with two more bags of deliveries. She came with me to each delivery and let me pick up anything going back to the office.

As I went to clock out, I heard the manager teasing Gina about trying to see if she could kill me on my first day. He said that she looked a wreck and that I didn’t look like I had even broken a sweat. I saw her glance back at me to see if I was going to say something, but I didn’t.

“Hey David,” she said as we headed out toward where I had parked my car. “A bunch of us usually go have a beer after work. I doubt they would even think of carding you if. Why don’t you come with me to meet everyone? My treat.”

It wasn’t far away, but she didn’t refuse it when I asked if she wanted to have me throw her bike on my rack and drive us over.

She didn’t even question that I had a car that looked like my bike would be a faster form of transportation.

Once she introduced me to the other bike messengers and some couriers that used company trucks, she asked if I wanted a beer.

“Thanks, Gina, but I don’t drink. Not because I’m only sixteen, I just don’t like the taste. I’ll sometimes drink some hard cider, but they don’t seem to sell any here. Plus, I still must drive home. I think I’ll stick to water, but I appreciate the offer,” I told Gina.

“Hey. Who brought the kid? You know this is a bar right,” one of the barmaids said when she came over with some beers. “Shouldn’t it be his dinner and then bath time soon?”

The woman laughed at Gina as the other people at the tables started giving her shit about bringing me here.

After pulling my chair back a bit, the barmaid sat in my lap facing me and gave me a big hug with a hot kiss. I felt her nipples get rock hard before she slipped off my lap.

“I’m just giving you a hard time Gina. Every guy in here, and some of the women, have been trying to get in my panties since I started here two years ago. David’s the best guy I know in town. I’d have to take them off and convince him that I wanted him to bed me before he’d think about it. Even then, he’d wear a rubber because I’m not on the pill, and he won’t take the risk that I think I’m safe, but I miscounted,” the barmaid told her.

To me, she asked, “Can you hang out for another hour? I get off work then. Celia is very bummed out and hurting a lot, even though she has all the casts off. Would you mind coming by to see if you can perk her up? She can probably use a full body massage if you don’t mind helping her get a bath first. She reeks.”

“Sure. Celia doesn’t have anything I haven’t seen, or haven’t washed, hundreds of times in the last year. Your parents still leaving you to watch her while they play road warriors? Wasn’t your little brother helping you with her? They used to get along well,” I asked.

After going to get some refills for this table, she said, “Oh George and her still get along great, he just refuses to go near her since she had a vile, nasty period, and I had to work double shifts for the whole week. He will make her a gourmet meal, and sometimes he will sit outside the bathroom to make sure she doesn’t drown. If she wants to get near him, she has to be clean and smelling like roses.”

“I get that. I remember that Celia does have some nasty body odor. I can go on over now if you want,” I told her.

“No, David. Hang out with your co-workers. I could use a ride even if your car looks like it is waiting to find a new home in a car crusher somewhere,” she joked.

The guy behind the bar said, “That piece of crap looks like he got it out of a car crusher.”

One of the other women messengers said, “That sounds like bullshit to me, David. How can a sixteen-year-old know how to give a massage that is more than half-assed fumbling so you can get your pecker wet? I pulled a calf and thigh muscle today. Come work your magic if you are so good.”

Your wish. Well, something ... is my command.

I moved over to her, had her shoe, and sock off, and then had her biking shorts rolled up so far up that leg that my fingers tickled her fuzzy mound.

“You didn’t pull your thigh muscle. You got a Charlie horse. Get some potassium,” I told her as I started with one thumb up against the side of the mound and her inner thigh as I used both hands to push in some heat energy as I worked out the tightness in her thigh muscles while working down toward her knee.

She didn’t notice me unrolling the leg of her biking shorts as I worked my massage down her leg. I gave her a foot massage before putting her sock and shoe back on. I quickly did her other leg as well. Once finished, I repositioned her so that she was facing my chair. I then did her arms, shoulder, back, and lower back.

“Is that better,” I asked as I lifted her rubbery body off the chair, turned her back around, and set her back down with her back was against the chair again.

She struggled to sit up to take a drink of her beer before saying, “Not really. Now I’m extremely horny, too relaxed to do anything about it, and you’re sixteen.”

Yeah. I know how to take care of that too.

Going over to her, I spread her legs a bit, pushed her palms together, got them against her mound, and pushed her thighs together. I then put my hands on her calves just below her knees. I got her knees together and turned her legs out to get her feet pushed outward, as I had seen a girl’s legs doing when they were getting themselves off by squeezing their thighs.

I didn’t even have to trigger her to get off. She was very horny.