Duluth, Minnesota (last of this series)

Mrs. Blochenberger not only was a librarian, she looked like one, Angela mused, as they drank their after-dinner coffees around the Schreibers’ table. Tall and thin, with frizzy brown hair tied back, and big black-framed glasses. She even had a Librarians’ Association pin on her conservative flowered dress. During the dinner she kept enthusing about the food (cooked by Kai-Kai, of course), even though it was a basic spaghetti and meatballs with salad.

“I see we’re in the same field,” she said to Kai-Kai, who was sitting down to his decaf after doing the dishes. Kai-Kai was in his usual spot, halfway down the table, next to Angela. Also in attendance were Mr. and Mrs. Schreiber, Elaine, Ms. Canworthy, and Mr. Alkaras. “Though at the university they’ve changed the name from Library Science to Information Science. Which is a shame, I think.”

“Yeah, I think they’re going to change it here, too,” Kai-Kai said.

“Whatever they call it, it’s a useful major to have. Looking up information is always important, especially in these days of the internet, where so much falsehood is out there.”

“Yes,” Kai-Kai said, “it’s important to know how to find out stuff.” He sensed the moment was ripe, so he said, “I have a present for you.” He went to the hutch and got a little wrapped box.

“Why thanks, Kai-Kai,” Mrs. Blochenberger said.

“You’re welcome, Ma’am,” he said.

“Kai-Kai, you can call me Matilda, o.k.?”

“Um . . . o.k.”

When she unwrapped it she laughed. “This is so adorable!” It was a knitted pair of baby’s booties.

“I’ve been taking up knitting,” Kai-Kai said. Angela thought: yet another stereotypically feminine thing.

“Good job, Kai-Kai,” Mrs. Schreiber said.

“The baby will be born in April,” the always-naked boy added, “and it will still be cold in Minnesota.”

“Yes, that’s for sure,” said Mrs. Blochenberger, or perhaps we should say Matilda. “We get April snowstorms pretty regularly now. Global warming, you know. The Arctic is warmer now, so the air there moves around more.” A librarian, always spouting facts.

“Angela,” Mr. Schreiber said, “congratulations on your promotion.” Everyone knew about the Hong Kong job by now.

“Thanks. . . I’ll miss being around you folks, and around our Sire. They always say, ’Don’t fall in love with the Sire’, but I really have, I couldn’t help it.” Angela and Kai-Kai looked at each other and hugged, as she felt his bare arms around her for the last time in maybe a long time. Then she ventured to say: “You know, I’m going to be with my fiancé, who’s been living in Hong Kong. I love him . . . and he has a beautiful small penis.”

Everyone laughed good-naturedly at the irony.

“Must not be true of your husband,” Ms. Canworthy said to Matilda. They all knew about the 9.5-inch “pitch”.

“Yes, quite true,” Matilda said. “Harald’s penis, fully erect, is actually longer than Kai-Kai’s.”

“Really??” Mrs. Schreiber thought about poor Harald Blochenberger, getting teased as he was growing up, unable to hide his penis under his pants. It was never a problem with her son, always naked, everyone seeing it growing along with the rest of him.

“It’s nine and a half inches. I don’t think it’s quite as thick as Kai-Kai’s though.”

Mr. Alkaras said, “Did you have any problem, with, you know --?”

“Well, he’s a librarian too,” Matilda said. “That’s how we met. He was very shy and I had to make all the first moves. Finally we went out and he said in a quiet voice that he had a ‘problem in the genital department’. I’d call it more of a curse. Whenever he tried to go to bed with someone, they would see what he had, and say ‘no way’. You could imagine the rejection he felt, over and over, as a young man.”

“He was lucky to find you, sounds like,” Kai-Kai said.

“Well, I was determined. But it wasn’t as difficult as I thought. I must have a long vagina. Every time we tried it, we got a little deeper. Finally he could go in all the way.” She looked around, seeing that this story had held everyone’s close attention. “And now we have three kids, ages 19, 17 and 13, and we’re nauseatingly happy.” She was surprised when they clapped.

Then she turned to Kai-Kai and said, “My two boys have the same ‘problem’ as my husband. They know all about the Project and its Sire. Kai-Kai, you are an inspiration to the super-well-endowed. Men fantasize about being like that, but for the actual man in question, it’s a different story. You’ve shown that he can have gentle and -- I suppose the word is successful -- intercourse with any number of women. So you should be getting the applause.”

Of course this triggered more clapping, and blushing from the Sire.

“I think it’s time, folks,” Mrs. Schreiber said. “No Kai-Kai, let me do this.” She went around filling up the fluted glasses, sparkling water for the couple about to copulate, champagne for everybody else. “You do the honors, Jon.”

Mr. Alkaras stood up. “Several toasts have to be drunk here. First, to Mrs. -- to Matilda, in advance, for carrying the Sire’s ten thousandth child.

“Second, to the Sire himself, for -- well, this is the bluntest way to put it -- for doing what has to be done to save millions of lives, and growing into a young man who is kind, intelligent, resourceful, and in short a splendid human being.

“Third, to the Schreibers, who realized they were in the right place at the right time, and took in an orphan baby with no advance notice or planning, and raised such a fine child and a fine young man. And Elaine, for helping out.

“And finally, to Ethel Canworthy, who has had the hardest job in all the Project, arranging, scheduling, coordinating, so that we could get to 10,000 on schedule, in fact a little ahead of it.”

There was “hear, hear” after all these, especially the last one.

Now the table was cleared and Kai-Kai went over to the “impreg table” in the living room and took the long cushion off it. Apparently everyone was going to stay for the impreg, and it was going to be on the dining room table. Matilda gulped and retied her hair. She inhaled and said, “I admit I’m a little nervous!” With a sense of occasion, Elaine dimmed the lights.

The loud knock on the door was unwelcome until Mr. Schreiber opened it and it turned out to be Marikit!

“Good! I didn’t miss it!” she said, rushing in in her coat to hug her naked boyfriend. She took her place, while lubrication was gotten out and a pillow was placed at the head of the table.

Amid all the activity Angela turned to Ethel Canworthy and said, “This might be the last impreg I ever see. I’ve seen forty or so, I think. Not as many as you have, I suppose.”

“I never have,” Ms. Canworthy said.

“Never??”

“No, this is my first one.”

Angela shook her hand with a smile. “Congratulations. You will be impressed and inspired.”

Kai-Kai and Matilda got up onto the table and proceeded wordlessly as everyone sat around it, looking up at them, solemnly and yet somehow happily. The 43-year-old librarian lay back and drew up the hem of her dress. Being married to Harald, accustomed to accepting a very large penis, she hadn’t needed a retainer. The Sire lubricated his glans. The indraw of female breath told everyone that he had parted her vaginal lips. Back and forth his tight little bare butt went, as he sawed in deeper and deeper. Angela found herself thinking: he’s in up to the septimal zone, the octaval zone, the nonaval zone . . . the decival zone! In the middle of Matilda’s uncertain, shallow breaths she gasped, and gasped again. Everyone smiled as they recognized her first orgasm.

“OHHHH -- OHHHH!!” the Sire moaned loudly as he plunged in all the way and experienced that rarest of feelings, his oversized penis fully engulfed in a deep warm moist cave, womanly lips stretched around the thick root. They ground against each other, hip to hip with no space in between. And now Matilda Blochenberger used that trick she’d learned from squeezing and rolling her internal muscles along Harald's full length, undulating and milking the boy’s hard shaft from the thick root to the plum-sized glans. “Ohh!! . . . Matilda, ohhh . . .” The Sire’s polite low moan, although this time it was more like a growl. Angela had seen Kai-Kai in orgasm many times and she could tell that this was going to be “a big one”. The boy’s loud grunts matched the woman’s as they came at the same time. As the Sire delivered the thick, hot spurts of his seventh and last “load” of the day, filling Mrs. Blochenberger with over a billion sperm, the DNA that would save the human species, as her orgasmic contractions drew it up into her cervix, his butt and his legs spasmed rhythmically with such force that his knees slammed down on the table over and over, making it shake such that Angela and the others had to lift up their coffee cups. She was glad that he could feel such pleasure, this gentle boy from whom Fate had asked so much.