My Aunt teaches me – 5 The Sperm Bank

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.”

“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.

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.

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?”

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.