Uruguay, Vanuatu

A couple of the impregs were notable for the people who were flown in to witness, and the setting they specified. These had to be done by special application, adjudicated by the Effectuation Committee, whose main concern was that the woman’s ascent to orgasm (strictly speaking unnecessary but considered of prime importance) not be inhibited. Thus far there had been about two dozen impregs with non-marital home country witnesses, more like delegations. The first impreg from Uruguay was like that. Held in the conference room in the Humanities Building, with Angela and Dr. Spaatz sitting by the side, as well as the procreator, a Mrs. Anita Villareal, the formally dressed committee of ten men and women, their papers in front of them, bid the naked boy to approach. He stood in front of the table, like a doctoral student defending his thesis, and though the questions were technical, mostly about the intricacies of male reproductive anatomy and his life as the Sire, Kai-Kai answered them completely and truthfully in his relaxed, innocent way. Then at their signal Mrs. Villareal, dressed in a florid, colorful dress, got up on the large table. The naked boy obediently mounted their fully clothed fellow Uruguayan and ejaculated into her as they sat and observed with poker faces. Civilized, formal, clothed adults monitoring that most animalistic act being performed in their midst. “Strange” was the only word for it.

Even stranger was the first impreg from the South Sea country of Vanuatu. It was a Saturday impreg, oddly held on the vast concrete walkway past the library, meant to be a main thoroughfare but due to bad design hardly used, since there were so many shortcuts. The five elders, in Western dress, had arranged cushions for them to sit on in a circle around a soft blanket for the copulating couple. Angela and many others watched from the windows of the neighboring buildings, feeling like voyeurs but it was impossible to turn away. What was made it even stranger was that they expected the Sire to utter their traditional “prayer of conception” at the moment of ejaculation. This was normally done by a chieftain beforehand, but with this non-marital event they wanted a special spiritual “oomph” to ensure conception. The request made the Effectuation Committee shake their heads but they decided to honor it and instructed Kai-Kai on what he had to do. With his usual dedication he memorized the transliterated form of the prayer, which was about twenty syllables. After the woman had had her orgasm and he gave his low moan, he remembered what was required of him and, his head arched upward in the position of prayer, gasped out to the skies the syllables of the prayer between his spasms, his quaking boyish exhortations echoing against the buildings with each shot of his semen into the waiting vagina. Somehow the situation prompted an especially intense and prolonged orgasm from the boy; his screamed and broken words (the language was called Bislama) seemed to resound all over campus and afterwards he spent about two or three minutes on his side recovering, his head in the woman's arms. The Vanuatuans were well satified with his performance and when impregnation was confirmed sent him the gift of a traditional chieftain’s loincloth. When the package was opened, at a party at the Schreiber house, the naked boy held it up and smiled good-humoredly, not allowed to put it on of course. Someone pointed out it wasn’t long enough to cover all of his penis anyway. He gave it to Marikit to playfully tie on over her jeans. It ended up in a glass display next to the Project offices in San Beueno Hall.