My Aunt Teaches me 9 – The Wedding; The End

The period following my sessions with Mary and also with Taleesha and Fiona marked a watershed in my relations with my Mistresses. The demands on my cock and balls were something I found I could handle and I got to the stage where I could control the flow of sperm from my body. My cock grew in size and girth to the extent that women gasped at its size. My balls also grew to the size of oranges, and as a result, walking normally became quite difficult. I would walk with my legs well apart, so allowing my over-sized and low-slung cock and balls to hang loose. Each day was roughly the same, with Ellen appearing for her daily quantity of sperm for the sperm bank. After trying different ways of extracting sperm from me, she found a thick cream, which was guaranteed to have no effect on the sperm whatsoever. I would lie on the bed plugged into a fat breast and she would smear quantities of this cream over my huge engorged cock. She would then milk me to a climax, whilst another woman would massage my balls, to ensure the maximum flow of sperm. I would orgasm heavily, shooting huge quantities of my seed into her waiting container, after which I was always allowed an hour’s sleep, normally whilst suckling on a nipple.

The sperm bank went from strength to strength and the demand for my sperm rose every week. In the evenings Ellen would often arrange ‘games evenings’ for which the participating women had to pay handsomely. I enjoyed these, particularly if I was expected to service a series of women, all of whom had paid a huge sum to have me sex them up and then shoot huge quantities of sperm into their hungry cunts. I loved the gasps of amazement at the size of my cock and the worried looks on their faces, when they wondered if their tight pussies could accommodate my thickness. I would plunge into them, filling them to the hilt with rampant cock and they would climax immediately screaming at the sensation of being filled with my rod, which would then pump large quantities of sperm into their sucking tubes. The money, which we made from the sperm bank, ensured that not only were all our living expenses covered, but also each month saw a healthy surplus. My Aunt oversaw the finances and she kept me informed as to how wealthy we were becoming because of the demand for my sperm.

About two months after our visit to Taleesha, events were suddenly set to move on. The day had started normally enough. I was plugged into Maria’s soft breast drinking down huge quantities of her sweet warm milk. She cuddled me close and massaged her big tit to ensure an even flow of milk into my mouth. Sharji was sitting astride me, with my cock embedded deep inside her. She was expertly massaging the length of my cock, which I knew would end with me spurting huge gobs of sperm into her. Sandra was busy expressing her excess milk into a container, which would no doubt end with me drinking it at some stage during the day. My aunt was downstairs making tea for the ladies.

The ringing of the telephone did not startle anyone – in fact I did not hear it as my head was encased in Maria’s dark flesh. However the sound of my Aunt running up the stairs caught everyone’s attention as she burst into the room.

“Well that was Ellen on the phone, and you will never guess what?!!” she panted. “The news is the very best – both Mary and Grace are pregnant!! Mary is over the moon and the cheque for the full amount is already in the post. Ellen is hoping for a double dose of sperm today, as the news has already leaked out and she has been inundated with calls from ladies asking for quantities of Peter’s sperm.”

Maria drew back so that her big nipple plopped from my mouth.

“Ooooh you clever darling!” she cooed. “But when did you get to spurt your seed into Grace? I thought that Mary had you close to total exhaustion and I never guessed that Grace was getting her share of sperm as well!”

I was too amazed to say anything, for the fact that Grace had had only one night being spermed was not lost on me. The fact that I had managed to impregnate both the females who had been with us some month’s back was also not lost on me. I knew that now the demand for my sperm would rise and that my life with my Mistresses was secure. In my newfound state of sperm production, I felt confident that I could handle almost any demand placed on my balls by these sperm-hungry women.

“Well, little spermer, when did you get to impregnate Grace?” My aunt was massaging my balls and in so doing was caressing Sharji’s sensitive outer lips, which had the dusky girl gasping.

“It was during the last night,” I said. “Mary felt that she had extracted enough from me and wanted to give Grace a chance to be spermed. During the last night Grace spent most of the night on top of me and I climaxed inside her three times.”

“You really are the most virile boy I have come across,” Sandra said. “We will have to be careful, as for the normal woman, one spurt of sperm inside her and hey presto! She will be pregnant.”

My aunt clapped her hands to gain everyone’s attention and said:

“Well ladies, I now have something important to tell you. I had been waiting for a special time to give you this information and I reckon now is as good as we will ever get. In about a month’s time, Peter will be 18 and although I am pretty sure he cannot ever escape us, I wanted to make sure we had him tied legally to us. We now have total proof that his sperm is extremely valuable and will keep us nicely in funds for many years to come. So, I have made all the arrangements for Peter to marry both Maria and Sharji a week from today. As he is still now 17, he is legally bound to do what I say as I am his guardian. Once he is married, then by law we can keep him with us for evermore! I have made the special arrangements for Peter to be legally married to two women and my solicitor has all the necessary papers drawn up. She has discovered a loophole in the law, which allows boys to be married to two women simultaneously, provided this has the blessing of the boy’s guardian. It seems this was made law in the Middle Ages, when boys were in short supply and no one has ever got around to altering it”

“Bravo!” cried Sandra. “Just one thing, can we stay with you also for evermore?”

“Delighted my dear,” my aunt replied. “Both you and Sharji are now members of our extended family and we both want you to stay with us for as long as you would like.”

“I will second that!” Maria exclaimed. “Also as from this time next week, we will be the legal owner of this lovely little boy. I will draw up a legal document, which ensures his favours are shared equally between the four of us. We can then settle down to live a lovely life, funded entirely by the proceeds of Peter’s sperm.”

Both she and Sharji then turned to me. “So my darling, we are to be married. How quite gorgeous – to think I shall have you with us and under us for the rest of our lives!” With that she turned down to me and thrust her wide tongue into my mouth. She wrapped me into her bulk and smothered me with kisses. She kissed my eyes and ears and then once again pushed her tongue as far into my mouth as she could.

I had been totally unprepared for all of this and my mind rocked at the thought of being bound to these women forever. Although I had never really thought about my future life, I had always assumed that in the end they would tire of doing nothing but extracting sperm from me and that I would be able to lead a normal life and perhaps even get married to someone like Fiona. But now, suddenly it was made clear. I was to be bound to all four of them forever, with my life concentrating on sperm production to the exclusion of everything else.

Although it would take time for me to get used to the idea of being tied to these rampant women for the whole of my life, I was secretly delighted that I was to be married to Sharji as well as Maria. For all the months that Sandra and Sharji had lived with us, I had become totally entranced by her cool beauty. Her olive skin, clear dark eyes and even white teeth were crowned by her mass of shiny black hair. However it was her large firm breasts with the surrounding wide, almost black aureoles, full of milk which kept me tied to her. I was never happier than when I was engulfed in her warm breasts, or when she was sitting astride me, with her tight little cunt milking the last drops of sperm from me.

The next week passed in a flash, with my aunt in particular enjoying making all the arrangements for the wedding. The wedding itself was to be held in Tara’s mansion, where I had won the sperm shooting competition. Tara herself was delighted to be part of the organisation. She informed my aunt that her present to the wedding arrangements would be to produce two wet-nurses who would be on call for the wedding day, as well as the honeymoon, which it was decided would be spent in the mansion.

Maria and Sharji spent much time with my aunt drawing up the necessary legal documents, assisted by a female solicitor who agreed to give her services for free. Her only condition was that after the wedding, she could spend a whole night with me, with her cunt gripping my cock.

My aunt spent much time with Tara, making the necessary preparations. Tara’s contacts proved invaluable. She knew of a female justice, who had herself owned a boy-slave for a short time. She said she would be more than happy to perform the ceremony. Invitations were sent out to all the Mistresses in the area and Tara’s present to me was the availability of 2 wet-nurses to act as my ‘hand maidens’ on the wedding day. They had agreed to stay with us for the duration of the honeymoon and feed me milk at any time of the day or night. The replies to the invitation poured in and everyone accepted, so a major party of upwards of 100 people were going to attend.

The day of the wedding dawned bright and sunny. It had been agreed that the ‘wedding’ would take place at 3 o’clock, so the morning was spent preparing. I was shaved and oiled, so that there was not one hair on the whole of my body. After an early lunch, during which I was put to Sandy’s swollen tits, they both came to dress me. A new outfit had been ordered and when it was unpacked, I saw that as tradition expected, it was all white.