THE GIVER OF COCKS 3 (futa/F)

Story by misfit446

Here is Chap. 3. I think one more but maybe two. Don't know yet. Hope you enjoy it.

Thanks.

THE GIVER OF COCKS 3

The second harvest of cocks were already on a plane going east with Millie. Patty still had another two months or so before the birth. She’d been very docile recently, but Tracy wasn’t going to take any chances, especially with Millie gone. But it was only a week or so.

Workmen were completing the rest of the rooms about the massive warehouse. There were eventually thirty five rooms, basically small studio apartments, without kitchens. Paying the contractor with cash, she was alone with Patty again.

Because of her added responsibilities, Tracy moved out of her mom’s apartment, leaving several thousand dollars for her on the kitchen counter with a number she could be reached at.

Having discovered Skype, Millie and Tracy were now video phoning, catching up on business and then having a little private masturbation session. Millie would stare at Tracy’s massive missile as she stroked it while Millie practically fisted herself to a massive orgasm.

This went on until Millie came home. Kisses were now in order, even fondling. That night, in the new master bedroom Tracy had surprised her lover with, Millie stroked Tracy to a powerful cum which ruined the new silk sheets.

“I think we will need a laundry room now,” Tracy giggled.

“We should get one, ya know. If we get girls coming here there’ll be plenty of laundry to take care of.”

“Okay, lets.”

Soon news came that the first batch of women clients had their cocks working fine. So Millie explained the next procedure for Tracy. With trepidation and a promise of no pain, she agreed to go through with having a needle stuck into her balls and extracting cells for the female clients to grow their own sperm makers.

The day came and Millie was careful to make Tracy comfortable. Then she grasped one melon sized ball and stuck a needle in. Tracy didn’t feel anything, her entire lower body numb. Millie had to extract four samples. When done, she lovingly kissed the large orb, silently thanking it for giving her the cells and quickly put them in the freezer.

“I’ll have to go out east again soon.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ll miss you.”

“Oh honey, I’ll die if I don’t kiss you in a week.”

So the week went slowly. Patty was now huge. Millie had been keeping tabs on her, even purchasing an ultra sound machine which wasn’t cheap. Carrying twins, she could barely move.

Tracy, having recovered, put the tray of food through the door flap. Patty groaned and said she didn’t feel right.

“Let me call Millie.”

Millie instructed her on the ultra sound and soon Tracy had wheeled the machine into the room. Patty lay naked on the bed as Tracy lubed up the detector. With the machine on, the outline of a baby could be seen. Patty was watching the monitor intently. “Move it down a bit,” she instructed. Tracy obeyed.

Coming in sight was something large and sticking out from one of the baby’s crotch. “Oh my God,” Patty groaned. “It’s a hard on.”

Tracy looked and smiled. A cock seemingly over eight inches long stood powerfully from the baby’s body.

“One of our kids popped a boner,” Tracy giggled in glee.

“Yeah, laugh it up. You don’t have to feel that thing slamming into my guts.”

“Oh Patty, I’m sorry, truly. I’ll be gentle with you next time and only put one in you.”

“What?!! You mean you’re going to impregnate me again?”

“Patty, you are my wife. I plan on having many kids with you.”

Patty groaned and turned onto her side.

Tracy wheeled the machine out and locked the door. “Don’t forget to eat honey.”

Millie was laughing on the Skype when Tracy told her of one of the kids sporting a hard on. “I’d love to see it sometime.”

It was late when Tracy was awakened by the buzzer of the front door. Getting up she grabbed a robe and turned on the monitor next to the door. The outdoor camera showed a wisp of a girl shivering in the rain. Opening the door, Tracy was met by a young looking girl soaking wet.

“Is this the runaway shelter?”

“Y-yes. Come in.” It wasn’t a week before Millie had put the information on the internet about their place. Shutting the door and locking it, Tracy led the girl down the pathway past the rooms and put her in the last one.

“Wow, this place it huge,” the girl said between chattering teeth.

“You go inside and strip off your wet clothing. There is a shower to warm up. I’ll dry your clothes,” Tracy explained and closed the door. The naïve girl nodded and stripped. When the sound of the shower met her ears, she entered and grabbed the heavy, dripping clothing and locked the door. She wrung out the clothing and put them into one of the new dryers.

Going back toward the room she heard the young girl pounding on the door. “What is it?”

“Hey, where’s my clothes?”

“They are drying right now.”

“What’s with the lock?”

“That’s

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