Moral Degeneration

By the time we left the waterpark Dhalia was exhausted and passed out in the backseat of the Chevelle. Brianna too was yawning widely. I was tired but I felt a hell of a lot better. I’d probably thrown a few dozen kids a handful of times each before I was able to break away and we went down waterslides. More than a few high school girls at the place, they tried to steal me away from Brianna but instead I talked them into a water volleyball game. Dhalia on my shoulders we dominated and I had a posse of women at all times. 

Beautiful girls in bikinis all around me, it was one of the few times that I wished cameras were as good as I remembered. A few girls gave me their numbers, but I focused on Brianna. We didn’t get to sneak away for any fun since her sister was running to this or that attraction, but that’s what I wanted. Someone else to tell me what they wanted. 

When we pulled up to their house the lights were on and her angry mother was waiting for us. I carried Dhalia in and laid her in bed. Brianna tried to get me to stay but I had other plans. I knew she was relieved since she was so tired but she promised to make it up to me at school. I kissed her goodbye and headed off to my real destination. 

 

Luckily I had never had the need to go to the hospital, but it was easy enough to find my way around the large building. When I did find my target she was sitting in a lab messing on a computer. Wearing a white lab coat her blonde hair was a little longer. Still shaped in a bob cut the girl’s cute button nose scrunched up as she deleted what she had been typing. 

 

The lab was locked so I knocked. She didn’t look up and someone else opened the door for me. “Can I help you?” Another woman asked slowly, her eyes wide as she recognized me as a guy.

“I was hoping to see my girlfriend,” I said loudly. Wendy Gammot perked up and turned to me. A smile cracking her lips she got up and ran over to me excitedly. 

“Russ, what are you doing here?” She asked. 

 

“I was hoping to pick you up from work,” I admitted. “You said you had to work late.” 

“I do-did. I-I didn’t expect you until tomorrow,” she said, all smiles as she stared up at me. She was jumping between her feet trying not to jump onto me. 

 

“I thought we could go on a date before all that,” I said with a shrug. “Are you finished?”

“Yeah, who cares about that crap,” she said. “Uh give me a second.” Running back to her computer she turned it off and was out the door. Jumping onto my front she giggled latching on tightly. “I missed you.” 

 

“I missed you,” I said, truthfully. Kissing her lips she blushed but let go as she remembered where she was. Moving her hair behind her ear I grabbed her hand and began walking her out. “I was hoping to stay the night tonight. Treat my pregnant beauty to dinner. Then we can get up and meet your mom together.”

“Oh my god. I love it,” she said. “Just uh let me go to my locker quick.” Letting my hand go her white sneakers squeaked across the floor as she ran down the hall. It wasn’t long until she was running back and dragging me to the elevators. “This is so exciting. Are we having a sleepover?’

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“I’ve never had one before,” she giggled. When the elevator door was shut she was jumping back onto me. Kissing me over and over. Her happy attitude had already leaked into me. A smile on my face when someone got on the elevator she dropped down but hummed happily as we held hands. 

At the lobby floor I picked her up in a princess carry, causing her to giggle louder. Walking her outside she kept up with the affection until I dropped her next to my car. “What’s this?” 

 

“My car,” I said. 

 

“What?!” She yelled and was gushing over it as well. Practically bouncing in the passenger seat she was the first person to not ask to drive it. She liked to be driven around and pampered. 

“Where to, my pregnant beauty?” I asked. 

“Wherever,” she said. 

“Oh no, our kid has to guide us. What are you in the mood for?” I asked.

“Really?” She asked, thinking cutely. “I don’t know…a greasy burger…and waffle fries…with cheese…lots of cheese.” 

“Smart kid,” I said, kicking it in drive. I sped us off and she was all smiles as we got dinner. She kicked her feet happily as she ate the burger like a true champ. Mustard and ketchup on her lips she ate all of it then the fries, and finished it all with a milkshake. 

“That’s it. I need to take you out to dinner more. Obviously you were starving,” I said. 

 

She blushed but nodded. “I would love that,” she said shyly. 

“Good. Where to next, babe?” I asked. 

“Wherever I want?” She asked. Quirking her head to the side. I nodded. “The mall, I need to work some food off.” It was getting dark out but it sounded good to me. Getting to the mall we held hands and walked around. I found her true motive though when we got to a baby store. She was asking about this or that crib, what toys we should get, cute outfits, and every little thing. I played along but we didn’t buy anything. Simply enjoying having a man to herself she wore herself out and I had to give her a piggyback ride to the car. 

“My place or yours?” I asked.

“Your place?” She asked. “Where’s that?”

“Not too far away. Pretty sure it would just be us there,” I admitted.

“Do I get to see your room?” She asked. 

“Yep,” I assured.

“Then yes, please,” she said. Leaning over to me she rested her head on my shoulders and I took her to Audrey’s house. Carrying her inside I unlocked the door with some effort but Wendy was all over the place as she suddenly got better and ran this way and that. 

 

A far cry from the sweet and innocent girl I’d seduced. She was quickly showing her true colors to me. Hyper and excited by everything I found myself smiling at every little thing she did. Dragging me upstairs she wanted a full tour but when we got to my room she remembered my true worth. 

“You know…the baby makes me hungry for a lot of weird things,” she admitted shyly. Her hand on my crotch she dragged me into the room. 

“Like what?” I asked, knowing full well. 

“You,” she said, and was on me again. This time I practically ripped her clothes off. Perky chest, skinny and full of energy she came loudly in the large empty home as I fucked her with my much larger dick. But instead of complaining about the size she simply came harder. It appeared no matter how hard I went she loved every bit of it. 

 

Her bottomless pit of energy had been saved up for this moment and she was riding me for all she was worth. Sweat glistening on our skin she kissed me over and over as my hands held her hips and kept her moving on me. When I came into her she cried out in ecstasy but was moving again. 

 

When she finally had her fill though she was burying her face in my lap. Licking every bit of my dick as she sniffed and caressed everything. I relaxed and forgot all my worries as the mildly experienced woman did what she wanted. Curious about this or that position I brought out the lube and was taking her ass too. Though she didn’t like it as much, and I could barely fit half of me inside of her, she was hungrily kissing me the whole time as I only got hornier for her. It was exactly what I needed. 

 

—

 

We woke up together with an alarm. Both of us naked. Wendy had been laying on my chest as my dick filled her insides. She had fallen asleep like that and she felt so good I hadn’t moved her. 

 

“Fudge,” she said, lifting her head up. “I hurt everywhere. What happened last night?”

“Sex?” I asked. 

“That was some next level sex,” she blushed. “I swear you did something to me. I never thought of any of this stuff before I met you. And my god you’re big now. How did I not notice?”

“No idea,” I admitted, but my dick was growing inside of her as she became wetter. “Help me with my morning wood and I’ll make you breakfast.” 

“Okay,” she said sitting up. Wincing she moved her hands to my abs and lifted up slowly. Her tight cunt squeezing me I groaned as she got all the way to the tip then dropped down. 

 

“Fuuuu-dge!” She yelped, but did it again. Then again, cursing each time as she did.

“Why are you hurting yourself?” I asked. Turned on by her reaction my dick thickened inside of her.

“I said our kid is making me crave you,” she said. Taking in a breath she moved her legs so she was on her toes and began lifting up easier. “It hurts…but I need it.” I groaned and began humping into her when she lifted off. She cried out as I dropped down then humped up again. Going all the way out and in she struggled to stay upright and when she came she dropped down. Her hips writhing over top of me, her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she leaned back. Playing with her clit she came harder. Her chest heaving toward me her body shook as she took it all. 

 

“I’m supposed to take care of you,” she said, catching her breath. 

“You’re so cute when you cum,” I said with a shrug.

“Oh no, you’re the cute one,” she said. Leaning forward her tits were in my face as she forced herself to rock forward and drop down. 

 

“I’m a beautiful flower,” I assured her and she giggled. But she was out of stamina. Flipping her over I sat straight up on my knees and held her hips up to my crotch as her head laid on the bed. Fucking her in that position her entire body turned red as she came again and again. When I finally did fill her she was tired once more. I was just getting started though. So turned on by her I took her from the back and it was a long while until I made her breakfast. 

“We are supposed to go to church,” she reminded as she ate the french toast.

“I know. You’re just so cute,” I said. She giggled but we did get going. After a long shower together I put on a suit and tie and we were running to her place for her clothes. She chose a short yellow dress and we walked into the church hand in hand as everyone else appeared. 

 

“Patricia,” I said, shaking Wendy’s mother’s hand.

“Didn’t think you’d show,” the older woman said. She was in her 40s. Some gray in her hair she wore a black jacket and skirt that screamed business. 

“We got held up,” Wendy said, perking up. “Are we still on for lunch?” 

“Yes,” her mother said, her eyes focused on me. I could see her calculating but I gave her my best smile and we sat down. The Catholic service was dry, as per usual, but I sat with my arm over Wendy’s shoulder. After the service Patricia was waylaid with this or that inquiry about me. 

 

“This is Russell, my daughter’s donor,” Patricia said, introducing me. I’d been there once with Audrey but that had been a little while ago.

I rolled my eyes, even I could see Wendy didn’t like how she put it. “Nice to meet you,” I said, pushing my way in and shaking hands. “My baby momma’s momma has told me so much about you. Well aren’t you cute? Tell me, what do you know of magic?” I asked the women or their young daughters with each introduction.

“Baby momma’s momma?” Patricia asked, more than a little annoyed. 

“Would you prefer my kid’s grandma?” I asked, giving her a wide grin. She frowned. “Yeah, I’m not a fan of donor, either. How about you call me ‘stud you bought’ or something else?”

“Don’t be a child,” her mother said.

“Too late,” I said. “Wendy and I are already planning our next kid and our next. So please think of something better than donor.” 

 

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, boyfriend? Lover? Guy who hangs around?” I asked. 

“The way I hear it you’ve got plenty of other kids to worry about,” Patricia said.

I nodded, my arm on Wendy’s shoulder. “Which is what we wanted to talk about today,” I said. “Till then, do me a favor and at least act like I’m more than any other guy you’ve met. Because I’m here, and none of the other pregnant women in this room have a man here with them.”

Patricia frowned but quieted. Looking at her daughter they shared a silent conversation but after that she introduced me as the boyfriend. Wendy appeared to like to hear that and though I had fought the title it brought a lot of my girls joy, so I was getting more comfortable with it. After Patricia greeted who she wanted we met her for lunch at a fancy restaurant downtown. 

Wendy ordered a salad, which I could tell she hated, and Patricia did the same with some wine. I got a steak and wasn’t shy about dropping a few pieces on Wendy’s salad. She pretended not to notice but ate them anyway. 

 

“Wendy tells me you wanted to discuss some business opportunities,” Patricia eventually said when the meal was over. 

 

“Mmm not opportunities yet,” I said. “Just trying to think long term.” My hand openly held Wendy’s as we sat across from her mother. “As you said I have more kids coming. And like Wendy and my kid, I plan to be in their lives.”

“Which is admirable,” Paricia said. “But useless.”

“Useless?”

“Yes, I’ve been doing this a long time, Russell. Never has a man stuck around. Even 100 years ago, men had to abandon kids to keep our species going. I respect that you like to spend time with my daughter, but when the going gets tough, you’ll get going.”

She had me there. I knew I was in for an uphill battle. “Why didn’t you?” I asked, changing tactics. 

“What?” 

“Why didn’t you just pay someone to raise, Wendy?” I asked. “She tells me that you refused to get a nanny even though you had the money. And though you pretend to be indifferent, I know you were pushing for her to become pregnant.”

“So?”

“So? You like kids,” I said. “You love them. It’s plain to see, despite this…cold businesswoman you're playing. For what? My benefit? Look, Patricia, I have no idea what the future will bring. But Wendy and I made a life together. God forbid something happens to her. I will be there for my kid. Despite what the world is like now, I take responsibility for my actions. I plan to be there for my kid, and if she will have me, Wendy as well. So you can either keep acting like I’m every other man in the world, or get on board.” 

“On board for what?” She asked, her bored stare gone as she got more serious. 

“Starting a family,” I said. “I have no one right now. My mom is dead. I have no siblings, no cousins, and a nonexistent father. It is just me. I have a guardian and I am slowly starting to branch out from that. I don’t want what every guy in this world has. One night stands that lead to kids that they’ll never meet. I want to start working on my own fortune so Wendy and our kid and all my kids can live together. Grow together. Help one another. So when one of us stumbles, the rest can help pick up the slack.”

“And your other women?” She asked.

 

“I’m not going to lie. This is the world we live in. Though I can’t give Wendy all of me, I can give her a piece, and I want to stay in her life. I truly love her and will continue to give her that piece of me that I can.” I turned to face her and there were tears in her eyes like I expected. They were happy tears at least. We had talked about this. It had helped that her mom pretty much bought my sperm so she wasn’t blind walking in. 

 

“So your dream of a family is some polygamist utopia with you at the center?” Patricia asked bluntly. 

“I mean…kind of? A few of the women I’ve impregnated are married to each other. I just kind of help them. And if they want me to stay in their lives, great.” 

“Ah,” she said slowly. “I see the draw now. Give the women a good dicking now and then to keep them happy, while you do what you want.” She pretty much hit the nail on the head. I didn’t have an answer to that. She eyed Wendy who was still holding my hand. “It’s sad to say that it’s more than most men are willing to give. And you will actually stay in your kid’s lives?”

I nodded. “I never knew my dad. Would have been nice to know he actually cared that he made me,” I said.

“Can’t argue with that,” she said. “What do you want from me?”

“Are you onboard?” I asked.

“I don’t know yet. Walk me through it. I hear you have a high IQ. Prove it,” she said, her eyes still bored I felt like I’d only passed the first test. 

 

“I want money,” I said. “To invest. I take a piece of the profits.”

“I get that, what are you investing in?” She asked. 

“The internet,” I said. “It’s growing, right now a little too quickly but eventually-”

“What do you mean right now?” She cut in. 

“I mean that the big internet companies will crash soon,” I admitted. “They’re spending way more than they’re making. Here in the next month they’ll start dropping in value.” 

“Why the next month?” She asked. 

 

“Taxes,” I said. “When they have to report at the end of next month their shares will start dropping like crazy.” At least I hoped they did like in my timeline. “After that I want to swoop in and buy a bunch of shares from a few select companies.”

“Where did you get this information?” She asked. 

“If I tell you, you’ll tell me all of your secrets?” I asked. She frowned. 

“Fine,” she said. “If that actually happens, I’ll trust some money with you.” She eyed Wendy. “You actually keep your word about staying in your children’s lives, I’ll lend you more. If you show Wendy this family you want to make, and she still wants it, I’ll trust you with more.” 

“Show her the family?” I asked, sharing a look with Wendy.

“This is all big talk right now,” Patricia said. “From what I can gather she hasn’t met a single one of the other women you’ve assisted. I believe my very naive daughter isn’t seeing the full picture. A bunch of women with you at the center? That’s not sustainable. Start actually introducing them to one another. Let’s see how long you can keep it up.” I felt like she was implying my dick with the last comment. But I was ready for her. 

 

“Sounds good,” I said with a smile. “I was planning a baby shower with everyone here in the next few months.”

“A baby shower?” Wendy asked.

“Yep,” I said with a wide smile. “Would you care to go Patricia? You might find it interesting all the different people in the area that your grandkid will be related to.”

“Like who?” The older woman asked.

“I doubt you’d recognize a lot of them, but maybe one. Altier?”

“Not Fen Altier?” She asked. Surprised by the name. 

“No, her daughter, Farrah,” I said.

“You did that?” She asked, genuinely surprised. I nodded, surprised how much she was reacting. Leaning back in her chair I felt like she was starting to see where I was going with this. I left her to her thoughts. 

“Care for some ice cream, hun?” I asked Wendy.

She looked between her mother and I confused, but then her stomach grumbled. “Thank you for lunch,” I said to Patricia. Helping Wendy up she gave me her brightest smile. “I hope to be in touch.” Patricia was brought out of her thoughts. Standing up she hugged her daughter, whispering a few words in her ear Wendy nodded but hugged me. 

 

“I hope you’re not full of crap,” Patricia said.

“Me too,” I said, and left to get my pregnant girlfriend some ice cream.