This is the concluding chapter of this tale. It mostly gives you brief descriptions of the futures for some of the characters you’ve met. My thanks to JohnnyGalt for his help with these works.
How I Became a Breeding Bull, Ch 31
Changes
Now, I could tell you that I ended up with another pussy. That would be a lie, although I suppose you could say I came close. It ended up like this instead.
I rolled Tammy off my cock, semi-conscious, my condom covered in her pussy cream. I looked at Henry, like a hound dog, his eyes leaking tears.
“Buck up, Henry. I haven’t accepted her pussy yet, and even if I do, it’s not the end of the world.”
A flicker of hope, not yet dashed. “Even if I accept Tammy’s pussy, and she needs to agree to certain things before I do, she’s not my girlfriend. I don’t want to date her, nor marry her, nor have her live with me. I do want to fuck her, which might require you sharing her with me. The advantage to you of this arrangement, is she’ll be sexually satisfied, and you get to fuck my other sluts. Just as Monroe had Ariel suck his cock and Robert got to fuck Linda, you’ll get to fuck other women too. I don’t mind sharing my bounty with others. For all I care, you can marry Tammy if you want, just be willing to share her like I will share the others with you. I don’t take without you getting something in return.”
Robert was smirking at his two friends.
“Wipe that fucking grin off your face, Robert. Do you think I’m not going to fuck your girlfriend too? I won’t even have to work for it. After she hears from Linda and Tammy how great fucking me is, and heard how you fucked Linda today, she’ll be knocking on my door, begging for her own taste. If I were you, I’d tell her what you did, and beg for her forgiveness for being a cheating twit, and hope she doesn’t take a revenge fuck, which will soon turn into a pleasure fuck and a sayonara, Robert, I’m giving my pussy to Brick fuck. And if she gives me her pussy, you can be damn sure she’ll be fucking Monroe and Henry.
“Did you hear how happy Monroe was when Tammy gave her pussy to me. Once you two heard that Linda gave her pussy to me, you’ve both been laughing inside, wondering why he couldn’t hold onto his woman. Do you know why he couldn’t? Because he was a smug shit, who was laughing at you two because you said you had a difficult time making your girlfriends orgasm, and he always got Linda to orgasm once a fuck. Once. Big fucking deal. Turns out she was a little more orgasmic than Trish or Tammy, but a lot more orgasmic with me. He wasn’t that special a lover, but he thought he was, and he’s been paying for that little mistake. Instead of finding out how he could become a better lover, he thought he was the cat’s meow and Linda had better do what he wanted or he’d dump her for something better. Turns out she dumped him for something better. Imagine that.”
Tammy sat up in bed. “What do I have to agree to, in order to become your pussy?”
“You have to agree that you’ll learn to lick pussy. Every one of my sluts needs to help pleasure the others. If you thought that my fucking alone was good, imagine getting fucked like that while someone is licking your clit. All of my pussies are three hole sluts, their pussies, asses and mouths all available for the taking, so you need to accept anal sex. You have to fuck me anytime, anywhere or anyplace. It won’t be someplace where we’ll both be arrested, but expect to fuck in front of other people. Fucking is not something I need privacy for. In fact, other people watching me fuck, like you did, leads to more people wanting to fuck, like you did. Expect to fuck more than one person at a time, men or women, and to have two or more cocks in you at once. I share my sluts with others. You, and Henry, both need medical examinations to ensure you don’t have sexually transmitted diseases, as I’ll only fuck my pussies bareback. Once you’re both medically cleared, expect to fuck other medically cleared people bareback as well. You might fuck non medically cleared people, but only with a condom on. You break that rule, you’re gone.
“If you’re with me and we order food service, expect to be naked when they arrive, and possibly used to tip them for services. Last, but not least, you need to agree to be marked as my pussy, just like these other four were, tattoo and piercings. I won’t breed you unless you want children. You can always take back your pussy. I won’t keep you past your desire to be kept.
“If, or when you get married, the rules change somewhat. If you were married when you gave me your pussy, the husband has to agree to you giving me your pussy. I won’t break up a marriage because you crave my dick. Both of you would have to agree to breeding, not just you. Any children you have in a marriage are yours and your husband’s. Other than to make sure you’re not abusing a kid, I’ll butt out. If you gave me your pussy before you marry, your pussy remains mine unless you take back your pussy. Your future husband has to agree to your continued use as my pussy, which he’ll know because of your markings. If you withdraw your pussy, I’ll never fuck you again. So don’t think to withdraw your pussy because your fiancé won’t agree to your use, then give it back to me in the future. Once you’re gone, you’re gone.
“If I own your pussy, you’re essentially, my sex slave. Your orgasms now belong to me. Just as my pussies were asking for permission to cum at supper tonight, you’ll be asking for permission to cum. If you don’t ask, or don’t have permission, you’ll be punished, usually with a bare ass spanking or paddling, but I’ve used other punishments at various times. You’ll address me as sir, or Master. At the moment, I have three permanent submissive sex slaves living with me when not working, Karen, Ariel, and a woman named Jiao, who’s working at the moment. Emma goes back to her husband in San Diego in a couple of weeks. Hers was a two month granting of her pussy by her husband.
“The pussy I claimed last night, the husband gave her to me for breeding. That’s how long it was supposed to last, but he agreed to make it permanent last night, agreeing she could be marked as my pussy.”
“Do you mean I can give you my pussy for a limited amount of time?” Tammy asked.
“You can, but unless you change it before it’s over, it’s done. Theoretically, you can give me your pussy now, and take it back an hour from now, but it’s over. I’ll never fuck you again. So the real question is, Tammy, do you agree to all those terms before I accept your pussy?”
“Do I have to decide right now?”
“You can decide two years from now. I’m not that fussy, but you agree to all those conditions before I fuck you again.”
Tammy thought about it for about a day, and decided she didn’t want to be my pussy after all. Having great sex occasionally, not being worth my getting to decide when she got to have an orgasm, nor did she want a tattoo on her pussy telling the world she was my slut, although she would have gotten piercings. She did appreciate her adventures however, and she said Henry was becoming an excellent cunt licker as a result of his lessons, many of which he practiced on her that night, trying to quell her desire for my dick.
I did fuck Robert’s girlfriend though. I was right about that, but wrong about her revenge fuck turning into I’m giving Brick my pussy fuck. She loved the fucking, don’t misunderstand me, but she got queasy about the thought of sex with other women, kind of like me and men. She never quite forgave Robert, though and broke up with him a few months later. She fucked me several times after that, but never gave me her pussy.
I could tell you that when Felicia came on Friday night, I ended up breeding her, but that would be untrue as well. Quentin had gotten the subtle or not so subtle messages we’d left in his videos we made him jack off to, and agreed that he wouldn’t solely breed her to black guys. He’d continue having sex with her himself. Felicia reclaimed her pussy, but left me in charge of her breeding, so I made sure Quentin performed his breeding duties. I had five different black guys show up, including Jamaal, and Quentin fucked Felicia as often as any other one of the black fellows. While I did fuck her once during her most fertile day, as payment for arranging the breeding party, I did not end up the father, nor did Quentin. She definitely had a black baby, a girl, although the next two children she had were white, because while Felicia still fucked black men for Quentin to satisfy his interracial porn cravings, Quentin was mostly, the only one she had sex with when she was fertile. They could conceivably have been Vincent’s, as there was a lot of bed hopping in that residence.
Yes, Vincent, Quentin, Paula and Felicia still live together. They have a pretty open and loving relationship. All the adults get along, all the kids get along. I’m not sure but what one of Paula’s next two kids couldn’t have been Quentin’s, they got along that well.
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I suppose I should tell you how some other things worked out. Alyssa eventually became my permanent pussy, about two years after I marked her as mine. Her FWB gave up any hope of her eventually marrying him and moved on. She enjoyed her submission so much she decided to become permanent, like Karen, Jiao, Ariel, and Dr. Samira Amidala. So let’s talk about them first.
Karen ended up having my son, not Jamaal’s and not Hans’. Her divorce was relatively painless. She remained with me, happy with her life. She gave up being a flight attendant about two months before Bryce, Jr. was born, working a day job for the airlines instead, so she didn’t miss as much of Junior growing up. She never had a problem sharing me with others, and all of my sluts got along well. She eventually had another child with me, a girl this time. Emma, after her mother and Emma’s grandmother, about four years after the first. She didn’t have to worry about playmates. There were lots of kids around by this time.
Jiao never had children. She was the most submissive of my girls, and felt that having a child to care for would reduce her attention to me. As she helped raise the other children I had, that never bothered her. Ariel was the second most submissive of my sex slaves. She’d been one when I acquired her, so not that surprising. She had two children with me, however, one boy and one girl.
Dr. Amidala ended up delivering all of my Seattle children. I can say all, because she never had any but Rafi’s. Rafi never surrendered his breeding rights to his wife, because of the problems it would have raised with their families. Whore did get married with my cum in her pussy, and on their wedding night, I was the first man to fuck her, then I fucked her ass as Rafi took her pussy for the first time as man and wife. I continued having sex with her two or more times a month. Rafi continues having sex with all of my other sluts in recompense for her services to me.
Linda dumped Monroe permanently about six months after the Tammy thing. She was put off by the glee he showed when Tammy had preliminarily offered me her pussy. She thought of that as a violation of his friendship to Henry. Linda eventually married someone else, a rich businessman who stayed at the Hyatt for a month. He was surprised when he found out about our relationship, but it didn’t throw him off that much. She was a well trained slut who enjoyed oral and anal sex, so Linda was never particular about where he shoved his cock when they had sex. We even fucked her a few times together, and sometimes, he screwed one of the other sluts when I fucked her.
Before they tied the knot, he had my pussy tattoo laser removed, and removed my ownership sigils from her piercings, but she did keep the piercings as the clitoral hood piercing kept her eager for sex all the time. She told him he could fuck other women he met, as long as he used a condom, and as long as he allowed her to fuck me, and other women. They live on the East Coast, so I don’t see them much, but I continue having sex with her at irregular intervals.
Cheryl and Jacob continue to be married, in a Female Led Cuckold Relationship. I gave her another child eventually, and as far as I can tell looking in from the outside, they seem to be very happy.
Another person I gave a second child to was Charmaine. She and Barry are still happily married. She doesn’t fuck other men all that often, to the point that Barry asked if he could remove her ‘chastity belt’ pussy chain permanently. Charmaine will go out on a date with a well hung stud six or seven times a year, but they always wear condoms when they fuck her, and they have to be willing to let Barry watch. She continues following the rules, never fucking the same ones in a row, or allowing anyone to intrude into her marriage. She still has sex with women, about twice as often as sex with men, and she lets Barry have sex with them as well, as long as he wears a condom. She’s someone else I fuck a half dozen times a year, usually every time I go to Tacoma for any length of time.
Tracy’s child ended up being mine, which is why I go down to see them fairly often, as ‘Uncle Brick’. Rodney finally had a son with Bonnie. Around two years after I put Tracy in a collar for a week, Rodney and Tracy accepted Bonnie’s. She’s nominally the head of the household now, though she doesn’t rule with an iron fist, more like velvet gloves, because she’s still an employee. Bonnie lost a lot of weight, working out with Tracy and Jon, who became the primary male fucker of the household, moving in about a year after I left. He eventually married Anna, and why not. I think he still screws the other women as needed. Anna doesn’t mind. She’s screwing them too.
Mi-ok became my primary housekeeper when my house was finished, eight months after they broke ground. She also had two of my children. She had fucked Rodney and Jon before she became my housekeeper, but to the best of my knowledge, I was the only one she had sex with after she became mine. A cousin of Marianna’s, already a legal resident alien, residing in California, became my other housekeeper. Her name was Theresa. She had sex with me, but eventually married someone else. I ended up hiring an au pair for all the kids we had around the house, one who had a bachelor’s degree in elementary education, and we home schooled the children through the fifth grade.
All of the women who worked in the house eventually fucked me. It wasn’t a condition of employment, but you see some of the things going down in that house, you think you might like trying them yourself. I never abused that privilege, nor did they. Mi-ok usually explained the rules to them when they started work.
Wyoming got pregnant on my first attempt. What would have been my last weekend with her, she helped all of my other sluts give Jeri a bukkake fucking party. Instead of Jeri sucking cocks to spray on her, the men fucked her until they had to cum, which is when they pulled out and painted her. To keep her pussy from getting too sore, Ariel, Emma, Wyoming, Jiao, Whore, and Jade served as preparers as well. I’d told Jade she’d get some meaty cocks, and she did. They were all fucked several times until the men were ready to ejaculate, then they gave Jeri a cum facial. Almost thirty loads of cum coated her body, primarily tits, face and hair, before a halt was called on the proceedings. Tom didn’t lick the cum from her body this time, giving her a shower, then a bath instead. Jack was one of the one of the men who painted Jeri’s face, but he had to fuck Jiao since he still had to wear a condom to fuck Wyoming.
At the conclusion of that party, I gave Wyoming a pregnancy test, and she was positive. She had a girl. I gave her and Jack two additional children, the next two boys. I continued fucking her twice a month right up to the present time, having her for five straight days each time she was fertile and wanting a baby.
Lily had her boy, and I eventually gave her a girl to go with the boy. She never got married again. When I went to Portland to breed Lily for her second child, her mother finally had sex with me, twice. Lily convinced her father to look the other way given his adultery, and I had sex with her when he was at work. He had no desire to watch his wife go nuts for my cock like Lily did. She did too. Neither mother or daughter witnessed me having sex with the other one, unlike Emma and Karen, who’d been in the same bed with me.
Nick and Nora utilized my breeding services one more time, having a boy both times. I otherwise stayed out of their lives, except for one thing. Nick graduated from college with honors and I put the word out to a company I knew he’d be a good fit for. It was one of those I’d previously owned, and they contacted him about a job. He did all right for his family and never again considered himself as less than a man because of his war wounds. I sent gifts for the boys on their birthdays as a friend of the family.
Aiko, on the other hand, wasn’t pregnant when I tested her the following Tuesday, during her first weekly fuck session. Given her age, Dr. Sam recommended, a fertility shot for her next fertile period, and she did get pregnant the second time, having a girl. She didn’t try having a second child, going back on birth control for the first time since her husband was neutered. I continued having sex with her once a week right up into her sixties. I paid for a trip back to Japan so her parents could meet their grandchild. Seeing that the child wasn’t fully Japanese, Kenzō and Aiko finally told her parents what had happened to him. She told them that Kenzō had allowed her to have sex with another man so she could have a baby. She didn’t tell them that I continued having sex with her.
Trudy lost the thirty pounds I requested of her before going off her birth control pills. We skipped the first ovulation period, in the sense that Brett wore a condom all five days. During the second one, I fucked her five times a day. Brett did his best to exceed me every day, but by the fifth day, he was getting only two fuckings in. As it turned out, she didn’t get pregnant that time, but she did get pregnant on the very next. They decided they didn’t want to know who the baby belonged to, so they never had DNA done. Trudy kept up her exercise routines and has lost an additional ten pounds, despite having three children. I know for sure the last two weren’t mine. She kept her promise and Brett was the only one having sex with her.
Kimberly and Darren were doing well. The closest I ever got to Kimberly’s pussy was that lap dance she gave me before I gave her $10,000 check and a way out of stripping. She works for Roxanne’s law firm and has two kids with Darren. They are crazy in love with one another.
I made a few trips up to Victoria to visit Amy Gordon, the broken engagement girl I met at North Cascades National Park. I usually brought someone else with me, because Amy hadn’t minded the women. We had fun for about three years, before she met and married another guy.
Sharon eventually found a job in her field in Seattle and moved here. She was a regular sexual partner for four years, until finding a guy she liked enough to start dating. When she found out that he didn’t mind if they had an open relationship, she married him. I don’t see her as often as I used to, but we still hook up three or four times a year. She and Becca remained good friends and often did husband swaps.
Becca married Jamaal about six months after she told me they were getting serious. Jamaal is still a guest if I need a black guy to toss in the mix, and Becca still has sex with me. He and Becca have two children, both definitely Jamaal’s, beautiful biracial kids. I gave Jamaal and Becca educational trust funds for their children, the oldest a boy, youngest a girl.
Emma was a completely different story. Dr. Sam was giving her an ultrasound to determine the sex of her child during one of her monthly fuck trips, where she spent four or five days a month getting thoroughly fucked by me.
“I don’t know if this is good news, or bad, but you’re having twins.”
“Twins!” I exclaimed. “Emma do you have a history of twins in your family?”
“No, I’ve never heard of any twins in my family. Perhaps the family of the father?”
“A genetic predisposition for twins only exists for dizygotic twins, not identical or monozygotic twins, and it only comes through the mother,” Whore explained.
“What’s the difference?” Emma asked.
“In identical twins, a single fertilized egg splits apart and the twins are essentially the same at birth. It’s about one third of all twin births, and there’s no provable evidence that it’s related to genetics. Fraternal twins are the result of two separate eggs being fertilized by two separate sperm. It’s how you have twins where one is female and the other male. This is usually the case in two-thirds of the cases of twins, and fraternal twins can exist in families, as the cause of fraternal twins is due to hyperovulation which is a condition where eggs are released from both ovaries at the same time. These can’t be identical twins, because one is female, the other male.
“The fertility shot you received may have contributed to you releasing two eggs at once. It does increase the incidence of hyperovulation in perhaps 15-20% of cases. Of course, there’s also pure chance. You can have both kinds of twins by pure chance.”
“Do you mean to tell me that I could be having two children, both with different fathers, and since there were both black men and white men fucking me, have a black child and white child at once?”
“That could be a distinct possibility,” Whore said.
“I wonder what Edward will say about this,” Emma said. “Twins! I was prepared for one child, not two.”
“That is going to be surprising news, I imagine,” I laughed. “Wow. I have twice the chance at having fathered your child, well one of them anyway, or maybe I could have fathered both. Wouldn’t that something if all three children you and Karen had were mine?”
“You’re just greedy,” Emma said. “You were lucky Karen’s was yours. As much as you fucked me, Brick, you still let a lot of other fuckers have my pussy, especially on my two most fertile days. The odds should indicate neither one of them are yours, although you probably have the highest single chance to be one, but not against the other twelve men who fucked me. It’s what you get for turning me into a slut instead of breeding me yourself.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. I think the odds favor at least one of them being black.”
“I’d bet that way,” Whore said. “Those black fellows certainly seemed to be happy to breed a white woman.”
“It did seem to put some steel in their shafts,” I agreed.
I was listening on speaker phone when Emma gave the news to her husband.
“Edward, you knew I was getting my ultrasound today, right?”
“Yes, are we having a boy or a girl?” He sounded excited.
“Both.”
“Both?”
“We’re having twins, one of each.”
“Twins! Oh, my God!”
“Is that a good OMG, or a bad OMG?” Emma asked.
“Well, I guess we’ll need double everything, but I’m kind of excited, aren’t you? A boy and a girl. We never had a boy, so we won’t have a clue what we’re doing, but I’ve always wanted one. Damn, two.”
“I was a little worried how you’d take it, because we only planned on one, and not two. Dr. Amidala said it’s very probable one might be black and one white, based upon how I was bred. What are our friends going to think?”
“Who cares. What’s important is what we think, and I’m thrilled.”
“I love you so much, Edward. You’re so sweet to me, even letting me come up once a month and get my Brick fix.”
“Ah, baby. When you come home to me and fuck me like crazy for the next few days, it’s worth it.”
“Ed, Brick here. I’d be happy to help with the baby expenses.”
“Don’t worry about it. You’re paying all the medical stuff now and Emma’s flights back and forth. I can handle two cribs and a double stroller.”
“It’s the least I can do for borrowing your wife on a frequent basis.”
“You know; Emma and I used to have sex four to six times a month. I doubt we averaged twice a week. Now, we have that much sex in four days. You really amped up our sex lives, added some fire to it. I’m not complaining.”
He didn’t either. Edward and Emma had a black baby boy, and a white baby girl. We’d had to submit all the DNA tests, and Hans, who’d missed out on Karen’s boy, hit a home run with Emma. The black boy was one of Jamaal’s friends. They were both informed they’d fathered a child, but Edward and Emma were never told, although they might have figured it out when they got some baby shower gifts from the two men.
Twelve years after the birth of their children, Edward retired and moved to Seattle with the family. They were frequent guests at my home, both because of Karen and her two children, and Emma, who felt more free expressing her slut nature when she was wearing my collar and away from all the people they’d known before.
Initially, some of the friends they had, thought Emma had adopted a black child at the same time as she had her own. Edward and Emma were forthright about how she came to be pregnant with a black and white child. About twenty percent of their friends drifted away afterward, a few became stauncher friends, and another wife made a trip up with Emma after the twins were born and experienced a little Brick magic herself. We sent movies to both husbands, because the women also had sex with each other, something neither of them ever gave up until she moved to Seattle.
I guess that brings me to Jeri and Tom. Jeri continued submitting to me one weekend a month, and a whole week every year, into her sixties. We usually left town for the week and went somewhere that Jeri didn’t have to worry about her professional standing. It wasn’t uncommon for me to lead her around naked on a leash in some of the world’s more forgiving locations.
I was best man at Tom and Jeri’s wedding. Denise was her Maid of Honor at Jeri’s second wedding just as she’d been the first, and both bride and Maid walked down the aisle with my cum leaking down their legs. I fucked the bride with the groom on their honeymoon night, and so did Denise. A good time was had by all. Going by looks alone, I think one of their children is mine, and the other two are Tom’s. We’ve never had them tested either. Didn’t seem all that important.
I had two children with Roxanne. We went to Bermuda for ten days for the first, a girl, and Paris for two weeks for the second, a boy. I took only her on both trips, giving her all of my attention. She never married.
I eventually did as Rodney had suggested, putting a guest house on my property, that became sex central. My bondage play room and breeding facilities were placed out there, so we had more room in the main house for bedrooms. I also bought a small yacht, and we had some wicked ass parties on that boat. If the weather was warm enough, I don’t think anyone wore clothes the whole time.
What about my breeding activities? That first year, I fathered nineteen children, and was responsible for Emma having two. I averaged about fifteen a year for the next four years, dropping down to around ten a year for the next five. The ones during the latter part of my breeding career, were more oriented to infertile marriages, and less on willing cuckolds. I had plenty of pussy to keep me occupied without butting into marriages much anymore, other than for necessity.
The one couple I haven’t talked about yet, is the first couple that started me on this incredible journey, Phillip and Laura.
I gave Laura and Phillip a total of three children. One day, Phillip asked me to come to his office to speak with him. When he did, the oldest one, a girl, Jennifer, or Jenny, was nine and a half. Their boy, Phillip, Junior, just turned eight, and another girl, Alicia, was coming up on her sixth birthday. I got invited to all the kids birthday parties. Their kids were gorgeous, fortunately, taking after their mother more than me.
Phillip was a partner now and his office was nice and well appointed. He looked a little pale and skinnier than I was used to, and wondered if it was stress.
“Hey, Phillip, you can’t be inviting me to breed your wife again. You were stopping at three.”
“Nothing like that. No, I invited you here because I want you to marry Laura.”
“There’s a problem with that, friend. She’s already married, and happily, last I heard.”
“Not for long, Brick.”
He shocked me. That man would never divorce Laura. He loved her too much. It couldn’t be she was unfaithful. He’d encouraged that.
Phillip saw the look of consternation on my face, the disbelief.
“Not a divorce, Brick. I’m dying, pancreatic cancer. I’ve got maybe four months to live if I’m lucky. As few as two if I’m not. Roxanne knows.”
“As much as I love your wife, Phillip, you know I’m not the marrying kind.”
“Bullshit. You’re not the traditional marrying kind, but you’re essentially in marriages with five women now, one of them married to Rafi. The only thing they don’t hold is a piece of paper, but they’re all essentially marriages. What’s one more, and a piece of paper? Do you think Laura cares if you fuck other people? Or that you breed other women? She’s watched you do it for ten years. Three of those kids are ours. You gave us something we wouldn’t have had without you. Laura has always loved you. Not in the same way as she’s loved me, perhaps, but there’s always been love. She’s always been so excited she was going to see you again, even if she knew it wasn’t for sex. I want to know she’ll have someone, and something, after I’m gone.
“We’ve already told the kids they’re your children; that I was infertile and couldn’t have children and through your kindness, we were able to have them. The sale of this house will go into a trust for the children, along with my life insurance. I’ve seen you around the other kids you’ve kept, Karen’s, Ariel’s, Mi-ok’s. You’re a good father. You’ve been like an uncle to ours, and now you’ll be their father, in name as well as in fact. Nothing will change in your life but you’ll have another two women at your beck and call. You can move Roxanne and your other two children into your house. Promise me, Brick. Laura needs to be a wife, and she loves you.”
“Jesus, Phillip.”
“I know I’m springing a lot on you. I know it will require some rearranging, but Roxanne and Laura can share a room if they’re not sleeping with you. They have sex almost every day anyway. I’ll feel a lot better leaving them, if I know I’m leaving them in your hands. You can even turn Laura into one of your submissives. I think Roxanne is tired of that job anyway.”
“Are you even sure that’s necessary anymore? I think kids tamed Laura right down.”
“They did, but she also enjoyed it. You were her first Master, and she still obeys you like you Dominated here. Please, Brick. I promise I’ll never ask for anything from you again.”
Not if he was dying in two to four months. Phillip was right. Other than making some rearrangements around the house, not all that much would change. Laura didn’t expect a traditional marriage. She hadn’t had one of those for the last ten years, not since I met her in that dance club, took her back to my hotel room and bedded her with Phillip listening on the phone. Even after three children, she was an incredibly beautiful woman, one I’d be happy to have on my arm. I was filthy rich, three times more wealthy than I’d been when I started this. I wasn’t going to strain my budget, no matter what I did.
“I’d like to discuss this with the other five ‘wives’, Phillip, but I don’t think any of them will have an issue with it. Only four of them will have input because Whore is married and doesn’t live with us. Ariel’s loved Laura from the beginning. Karen’s had frequent contact with Laura from the very beginning. Laura was my submissive when I met her. Jiao is so submissive, she’ll do what I want if I even hint I want it. Alyssa has had limited contact, but I don’t see her having a problem either, but I do want to speak to them, and not just make the decision without talking to them about it first.”
“That’s fine. I doubt they’ll have a problem with it either. If they say yes, will you marry her, Brick?”
“I can hardly say no, can I?”
He stuck out his hand and I shook it, then he pulled me into a full embrace. “Thank you, Brick,” Phillip whispered. “This means the world to me, and I know Laura will embrace a marriage to you.”
“I’m happy to think you trust me so much you’d think I’m the best you can do for your wife.”
He laughed, but I could hear the pain behind the laugh. Fuck.
One month after Phillip was laid to rest, I married Laura Smith, who became Laura Smith-Howard, at my home, down by the Puget Sound. The weather was cooperative, so we held it outdoors. There were a whole bunch of people at that wedding, and a whole passel of kids. I mean a throng, all under ten years old, the majority of whom were carrying my DNA. I instantly got two more women, and five more kids. I adopted all five of my own children, so they’d have my last name, Roxanne having given her two, her last name at their birth. There was some havoc at the court house when that happened. It was a good thing I had a top notch lawyer on the case.
Both women were welcomed with open arms, to the point they were all crying. There were three more breeding jobs I’d promised to infertile couples prior to my wedding, but after those, I gave it up. I was responsible for too many women to keep breeding new ones.
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I was able to fuck at least five times a day, even into my sixties, and still had the old stamina. So often, I’d be going from one woman to another, to keep them all somewhat satisfied. My erections lost a little hardness, but not enough to prevent sex; it just made it easier for the women to deep throat me. I bent a little easier. Jeri could even get me down without hanging her head over the edge of the bed.
All those children are grown now, and having children of their own. I have no clue how many grandchildren I have, since I never knew for sure how many children were mine where there might be a question, and even when I knew one was mine, I wasn’t always in the loop regarding marriages and births, since they weren’t supposed to be mine. Considering I had almost two hundred children, I’m sure it’s at least two times that number of grandchildren.
And all of this from a man who didn’t think he’d be able to have children once his marriage was annulled, until he met a woman in a dance club, whose husband wanted her to have sex with another man to have a child.
Despite the lateness of our start in life, Laura and I were married for over thirty years. I lost her a few months ago, and she’s buried next to Phillip. Tom died last year and if I wasn’t so fucking old and decrepit, I’d probably marry Jeri again. She spends half her nights at my home now anyway.
I’ve lost a few others along the way. Kenzō and Aoki are both gone. So is Emma and Edward. They were all older than me when I started this. Rodney and Tracy both passed. So did Paul, early on, killed in a shooting in a hostage situation. Gwen was devastated. They’d never gotten married, as Gwen was five years older, but they’d lived together for ten years when he was killed. I fucked Gwen about four times a year for five years, until she found another male submissive she liked. He was ten years younger. She was still a hottie.
Mi-ok, the youngest of my women, was now in her sixties, and retired. I have nurses and aides in addition to servants. All in all, I was pretty happy with the life I’ve led. The kids I kept at home, are all happy, well adjusted people, most of them married, some just living in sin as I used to do. My eldest child I kept or acquired, Laura’s Jenny, is just over forty now, as beautiful as her mother, living in a polyamorous relationship with her husband and another woman. They had three children between them. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree with that one.
The thing is, they grew up realizing it was possible to love or care for more than one person. Even before she was born, Roxanne, Phillip and Laura were living together in an unconventional relationship. After her mother and I married, the relationships she witnessed were even more unconventional. We didn’t broadcast what was happening, but she saw me in bed with two, three or even more women, sometimes not including her mother, on more than one occasion. It never bothered Laura, so it never bothered Jenny. I’ve got to say, that for the most part, we were all happy as clams. Everyone liked one another, helped one another, helped raise each other’s kids, all my kids. I kind of wrote this thing so they’d know who their old man was, even if it was mostly a horny bastard, who just loved women.
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This concludes How I Became a Breeding Bull, a bit of fantastical fluff in an all too serious world. Since this concoction concerned itself with penis sizes, lets inject some truth into the matter. In twenty actual scientific studies from around the world, where researchers measured penises of a couple hundred thousand men, and size was not self reported, the researchers discovered the size of the average erect penis length in men was 5.19 inches long, with an average girth (the circumference) of 4.59 inches which would mean the average width is 1.46 inches. The smallest was 1.6 inches, and the largest was 10.2 inches. Let’s repeat that, the largest recorded was 10,2 inches. So, every time you read about monster dicks of over 10 inches, someone is blowing smoke up your ass. Since no one measured every male dick in the world, I’m sure there might be some anomalous prick that exceeds that, but the odds of finding one are likely the same as winning the lottery, or getting struck by lightning, hundreds of millions to one. Over 90% of all males are under 6 inches.
Then there’s the quasi myth of the big black cock. By race, black men have slightly longer penises than any other ethnic group, the average length of erect black cocks is 5.81 inches. The average length of a white, Caucasian male is 5.71 inches. That’s one tenth of an inch, or 1/4 of a centimeter. By racial types, blacks are number 1; white and Hispanic, two; Asian-American, three; Middle Eastern, four; southeast Asian, five; south asian, six; and east asian, seven. You notice the disparity between Asian-Americans and their Asian brethren? Environmental factors such as diet and health do play a part in penis size.
To a certain extent, the distortions about penis size cause needless anxiety in men, as eighty percent of men believe their penises are of insufficient length, even though most will be within the statistical mean for the average penis. In a survey of women, only 20% of them mentioned penis size as being of mild importance to them, and only 1% said it was very important. Don’t sweat it guys.