St. Louis, Missouri

Angela, having some uncommitted time, was going to go to her dorm room for a bit but decided to walk along with Kai-Kai as they went down the hall. In the lobby was a tall, heavy-set black woman of about 45, carefully and elegantly dressed in well-arranged graying dredlocks, a coat covering a long print dress, and heels. She looked like she was going to church. She had a beautiful, large face and a wide, warm smile.

The Sire said, “Good afternoon, Mrs. Hatwood.”

Mrs. Hatwood gave her hand to the nude boy, looking down at his face because she was taller than him. Then with her natural maternal affection she gave him a hug. “Nice to see you again, Kai-Kai.”

He introduced her to Angela and, without mentioning where anyone was going, the three of them walked out onto the quad. Then Angela mentioned going to her dorm but they were all walking in the same direction. It turned out Kai-Kai and Mrs. Hatwood were going to the dorm next to Angela’s. “They’ve set up the dorm director’s room for us. He’s away this week,” Kai-Kai explained.

“I -- I didn’t know there was a different place each time,” Angela said. She had only a vague idea as to how impregs were arranged.

“Of course. It’s up to the lady,” the boy said, using his preferred term for the (always much older) woman he was to impregnate. “Usually on campus but anywhere they want. So long as I can get to my classes on time.”

“I wanted something like a regular bedroom,” Mrs. Hatwood said. “Here, why don’t you see. I checked it out yesterday.” She already had a card for the dorm; she swiped it as they entered from the side door. She sounded like she was Angela’s aunt showing a room she had made up for a sleepover, instead of a room she had arranged for herself so that a teenage boy could ejaculate into her vagina.

“Very -- nice,” Angela said awkwardly when they entered. It was just a regular dorm room, though unusually done up, with a lot of furniture. She didn’t know who the dorm director was here, but it was obviously a guy, judging from the clothes in the open closet and the posters. In her view campus guys were incredible slobs but this place was pretty neat. She imagined Mrs. Hatwood as the dorm director’s mother in the habit of coming in every day to straighten things out.

Since they’d brought her in there, Angela thought it wouldn’t be inappropriate to ask about what was about to happen. She pointed to the bed in the corner. “So you will do the -- the impreg -- there?”

“Actually,” Kai-Kai said, “she wants the mattress on the floor.” Angela noticed that Kai-Kai was being more assertive than usual, not so quiet, now that they were setting up an impreg. Well, that kind of figured. Impregs were a frequent fact of his daily life, more common than meals. Not so for the woman, so it made sense that he would be the one to set things up, to put the woman at ease.

Not that Mrs. Hatwood seemed in the least unsure of herself. “Here, next to the window,” she said, as if directing a man to move furniture. “Yes, Ma’am.” The naked boy carefully removed the blankets from the bed and pulled the mattress off the frame, sliding it along the floor to the requested place.

Oh God, Angela, thought -- they were about to “do it”! “I - I really should go.”

“You’ve never seen an ‘impreg’ before?” Mrs. Hatwood said, turning her head as if in surprise, her dredlocks passing over her shoulders.

“N - no.”

“I thought you were on the medical team.”

“It’s -- not part of my job.”

“Well then you should see one,” Mrs. Hatwood said. “It’s o.k. with me.” Which was clear from the way she had been acting. She had probably checked that box on the application form, indicating that she didn’t mind if her impreg was witnessed. Angela tried to hide her surprise but couldn’t. Mrs. Hatwood comforted her. “George and I have been practicing this moment for weeks. Though,” she said, turning to Kai-Kai, “he’s had a vasectomy so we weren’t worried.” They laughed together, the elegantly dressed 45-year-old housewife, and the naked boy who was about to put his penis into her.

Angela briefly thought of this aspect of the life of a P-1 (women who had been accepted into the Program) or a P-2 (those who had been scheduled for insemination but hadn’t yet been flown in for their week here). What if their husbands were still fertile? During all that time they had to make sure they didn’t get pregnant. And of course after they returned home (as “P-5’s”) they had to abstain further, for two weeks, to make sure the husband’s sperm didn’t overtake Kai-Kai’s sperm in the race to fertilize her egg. All that abstinence would be a trial for those couples who for cultural or religious reasons restricted themselves to penis-in-vagina sex.

“Have a seat,” Kai-Kai said, motioning to the chair at the desk.

“Oh . . . ok . . . um, thank you.” Angela sat down, biting her lip, looking here and there. She was still the product of a conservative Chinese-American upbringing and realized to her horror that she was expected to look directly at the copulating couple; to look anywhere else would be ridiculous. She had been curious about how impregs were actually done. She felt like some kind of voyeur pervert but how else did she expect to find out?

As the Sire stood and waited respectfully, Mrs. Hatwood took off her coat, then reached under her dress to remove her panties. With a little grunt she spread her legs and reached up further and pulled something out. What emerged from under her dress was a dildo covered with some kind of lubrication. It was so big that Angela could not believe it had actually fit inside her, even a woman as large as Mrs. Hatwood.

“What is that?” Angela asked.

Mrs. Hatwood was suddenly out of breath after having pulled the huge object out of her, so Kai-Kai answered. “That is what’s called a retainer,” Kai-Kai said. “The lady is encouraged to put it in a couple of hours before the impreg, or maybe the night before if she can.”

“Why?”

“Um . . . so they can get used to . . . me . . .” Kai-Kai’s voice trailed off and he blushed deeply. Of course the dildo’s purpose was obvious and Angela kicked herself for asking the question and making Kai-Kai answer it. Kai-Kai was embarrassed by the size of his penis, or at least its unavoidably intimidating effect on the women about to be pierced by it. He had a great fear that it would cause pain. Maybe that explained his shy and gentle personality. He didn’t want to stick out, since that other part of him stuck out way too much. He was even sensitive about the force of his ejaculations. During a series of experiments in Lab 6 they found he could launch semen almost three meters. When they congratulated him on his excellent muscle tone, his response was, “Won’t my spurts hurt when they hit the lady’s cervix?”

Angela reflected on all the logistical difficulties the Project had to deal with. Processing applications, interviews, fertility and impreg schedules, controlling public access, logistics . . . Penis size was another one, and one which the Project planners could not have anticipated. Unlike testicle size -- the Sire’s testicles could be expected to become extremely large, given the output demanded of them -- an overly large penis literally “got in the way”. Kai-Kai had that uniquely perfect DNA; that was why he was the Sire. It would have been even more perfect had the Sire’s penis been just average size, or even better, smaller than average. But the fact that it turned out to be enormous created a new set of difficulties. As Dr. Chatterjee, the Project’s Medical Director, told her once, when Kai-Kai was not around, “In my thirty years as a urologist I have seen perhaps twenty thousand penises. I’ve seen a couple as long as Kai-Kai’s, and maybe a few as thick, but none that were that long and that thick. . . It’s almost four standard deviations from the norm.”

The extreme size of the Sire’s penis had required substantial restrictions on possible procreators. Angela had read about it in the voluminous Project memos in the “Sire Project Collection” on file at the college library. Originally the women had to be physically fit, fertile, have strictly regular periods (to assist in scheduling), and be in a happy marriage which would not be disrupted by being impregnated by the Sire and raising “his” child as one of the family’s own. So gynecological and psychological tests alone were adequate. But with the added factor of the Sire’s penis size, rather crude physical requirements had to be added: to be over age 30, to have large vaginas as confirmed by standardized measuring, and to have had two pregnancies brought to term via vaginal delivery. These additions only emphasized the “livestock breeding” aspect of the Project, as if the gentle boy and the women he ejaculated into were animals to be matched up, a stud with mares. Unavoidable, but Project personnel wished they hadn’t been forced to be so obvious about it.

Angela did not know if Kai-Kai had read anything in that vast library collection that was centered on him (or rather, on his reproductive apparatus). But he was well aware that very few women could comfortably accept a penis as large as his. He felt guilty about the resulting logistical problem, even though it was hardly his fault. Fortunately on campus and around town everyone took his size in stride. After all, they saw his genitals all the time due to his constant nudity and got used to the sight. Sometimes (like with Jason) they even made jokey references to it. Angela had even seen people greet Kai-Kai by reaching down and shaking his penis like they were shaking his hand. He was used to other people handling it. He didn’t seem to think of it as really his. It belonged to the Project.

Looking at that retainer dildo again, Angela reflexively squeezed her legs together at the thought of ever trying to get such a thing inside her. It wasn’t even as big as Kai-Kai at full erection, though it didn’t need to be. A real penis, not matter how erect and hard, was not made of unyielding plastic; it had a certain amount of “give”.

Mrs. Hatwood sat down on the mattress. Now out of her pocketbook she got a tube of lubricant. Kai-Kai obediently held his penis out for her as she smeared the jelly all over the glans with four fingers, then continued a couple of inches up the shaft. In the process Kai-Kai’s penis grew almost to full erection. “You’re a lot bigger than my George, so be careful, child,” she said in her maternal way, an instruction entirely unnecessary for this gentle boy.

Angela had heard that women were given the option of disrobing for an impreg but in fact they always chose to stay fully clothed. Mrs. Hatwood was no exception. She didn’t even take off her shoes, lying back on her elbows and hitching her dress up just enough to allow entry. Angela couldn’t even make out her vagina in the darkness under the hem.

Kai-Kai knelt down on the mattress, penis in hand. At a signal from Mrs. Hatwood he pivoted forward on his knees and placed his glans against the older woman’s vaginal lips, then rubbed it up and down. In the process the boy’s penis extended to its full nine-plus inches. Now he tentatively inserted the glans which Angela knew was now the size of a large plum. Mrs. Hatwood, knowing what to expect, still gasped at the intrusion.

As Angela watched she was struck by the difference in body size. Kai-Kai’s penis might be huge but it was not visible from where she was and his body was slight, while Mrs. Hatwood was a large woman. The boy looked even smaller due to his lack of clothing, and the age difference. There was a contrast in skin color but it was not that noticeable since so little of Mrs. Hatwood was exposed. It was like a race of little people trying to impregnate a race of giants.

Kai-Kai’s little butt carefully pushed forward, then back, with well-practiced motions as Mrs. Hatwood kept her legs open, holding her ankles through the dress fabric. Angela imagined that Mrs. Hatwood had frequent, worry-free sex with her husband, but with Kai-Kai care had to be taken. The penis wedged her open millimeter by millimeter. When she wanted him to hold back, she opened her fingers. When it was ok for him to advance, she folded them. Angela wondered if they had arranged these signals beforehand, at the Welcome Dinner on Sunday night. Or maybe they were standard hand signals for all impregs.

Gradually Kai-Kai sawed in, further and further. Their breathing got heavier. Male pheromones and female musk wafted through the room and Angela found herself getting a little aroused by these natural stimuli. She wondered how much of Kai-Kai’s penis he was allowed to get inside Mrs. Hatwood. From the motions of his butt she guessed maybe five inches, which considering Kai-Kai’s girth meant Mrs. Hatwood was accommodating maybe three times the volume of the average man’s full erection. Yet she was not hurting. Evidently Mr. George Hatwood had a larger than average penis himself.

A sudden gasp of either pain or pleasure broke Mrs. Hatwood’s easygoing demeanor. Kai-Kai froze in place. She nodded and he resumed. Now another gasp, much louder. Angela knew how thin dorm walls could be and glanced at the door. Surely someone out in the hall heard that.

Now another gasp, and another. Followed by the higher pitched gasp of the boy. They escalated quickly. Now Angela recognized the onset of female orgasm, which for Mrs. Hatwood was expressed by a series of short wordless voicings. “Huh -- huh -- huh -- huh --”

Kai-Kai’s motions stopped, followed by a soft low moan that sounded strange coming from him. Or at least it sounded strange to Angela who was observing her first impreg. Now, upward thrusts of his tight little butt signaled the delivery of thick ropes of his DNA up toward Mrs. Hatwood’s uterus. Spasm after spasm shook both of them. Angela had never actually seen Kai-Kai in orgasm; at the weekly inspections he was kept at the brink without being allowed to go over. She was surprised at how long his spasms continued, after Mrs. Hatwood had finished hers and lay in repose. Finally with a couple of irregular jolts he was finished too.

It was only then that the bodies of both became shiny and humid with sweat. In the only sign of intimacy, Kai-Kai fell forward onto Mrs. Hatwood’s blouse, onto her breasts, panting, as the older woman held the boy’s head in her hands and kissed him gently on his damp hair.

Angela found her eyes getting wet. Despite the mechanical nature of the world of Sire impregs, and the bureaucratic public health character of the Project that had brought Kai-Kai and Mrs. Hatwood together, she had witnessed something like a sacred moment.