John J. Doe Sexual History Museum

The JJDSHM broke ground thanks to a grant by the Mayo Clinic and millions of donors on February 1st, 2020, to honor the sacrifice of John James Doe, and the memory of him and other EDPs like him. Governor Doe helped secure public funding to the museum during her leadership over the state. It was a popular tourist attraction in Oak Valley and northern Wisconsin in general, second only to Lambeau Field.

A massive penis, having the same contours and veins as John J. Doe's, but 100 times in length, stood outside the entrance of the museum, marking the grounds. Birth control and condoms were freely given to the visiting high school tours, although it was rumored that the condoms had holes poked in them, given their notorious protection rate. For a small donation fee, beds were made available, and museum staff (i.e. prostitutes of all genders) would sleep with guests. They did not appear to use birth control, and the women were frequently pregnant, so they received STD testing given to all who asked for it. Due to the presence of John Doe's controlled pathogens in so many of his fucks still present in the area, and the few other EDPs who visited the museum over the years, Oak Valley was famous as a sex tourism location with very little STDs.

I visited, of course, during my senior trip in the Class of '38, and got a nice handjob in the Hall of Hands, as well as a chance to fuck a molded replica of Julie Doe's pussy (unfortunately, I had already cum on the mysterious volunteer's hands). But I didn't have enough money to give to the donation for a prostitute, and the line of jocks and nerds who were fucking the prostitutes was too long. I decided to save up for another time. I time which never came.

A time which came today. My nurse was wearing one of mom's sheer negligee's, and me in my shirt and boxer shorts, as the Protective Detail dropped us off outside of the Museum. A tour group of summer schoolers were roaming the grounds. These were high schoolers who didn't graduate last month, unlike Lena, due to bad grades or tardiness or whatever. I walked up to one making out with her boyfriend near the penis statue.

I grabbed her face and began making out. "Woah, man, what the fuck?!" yelled the boyfriend as he produced a switchblade. "I'm an EDP," I said calmly, watching him nod, put away his blade, and start pacing out of boredom. His girlfriend became more receptive. Instead of attempting to pull away, she pushed in, and she guided my hand to her breast, reaching into her low-cut shirt and under her unpadded bra.

"Mr. Doe-Hostetler, nice to see you again," said the museum curator. "When you're done fucking this student, we would like to see you at the gate."

With my nurse's help, we laid this random student down, and I impregnated her in the shallow fountain surrounding the statue. We removed her clothes first to make sure they didn't get wet, but my palpitations splashed water towards her folded clothing, making it a futile gesture. Her boyfriend helped her up, as I watched some of my semen float away in the pool to nothingness. Probably not the first semen in that pool.

I slipped on my shorts and met with the curator and the summer school teacher at the front gate. It was my old English teacher, Ms. Zbigniew, and she stood silently, smiling, as I lifted her shirt and fondled one of her breasts out of its bra. I always wanted to get a good look at them. I stood back as she removed the bra, giving a good look to all her students. "We here at the JJDSHM are proud to have our newest local EDP, John Doe-Hostetler, here today to celebrate the memory of his father and other EDPs who have helped make this country great. From the Mayflower to President Mason, EDPs have managed to overcome the difficulties of over-fucking and shaped our country into one of the greatest on Earth. One of the greatest in recent decades was the man who this museum is dedicated, John James Doe, who's penis statue you saw right out here. We will have a chance to see his penis in more depth inside, as well as go over his final week of life and the many loves and fucks of this great man. As always, children of John Doe get a discount, and Mr. Doe-Hostetler, as an EDP, you and your guest get free entry and can fuck any and all of the staff or visitors, free of charge."

"Actually," I began, "while I appreciate that gesture, I would like to extend it to the entire class here today. Fuck any of the staff to your heart's delight. It's what my father would've wanted." Before the stuffy curator could object, the kids rushed in, some fucking each other, some fucking the ticket counters who weren't really part of the fuckable staff. But they had overheard me, so they allowed it to happen.

I strolled in, topless Ms. Zbigniew on one arm, my sheer Nurse on the other, and looked at the displays. Over the last year, an extra wing had been added, and the entire lobby was redesigned. It was like a brand new sex museum. Not your mother's sex museum, but something cool kids could enjoy. A naked man and woman were enjoying a nice slow fuck behind glass near the entry, although some nerd had broken in and began double-teaming the actress. The teenage and college-age volunteers in the Hall of Hands were being pulled out of their alcoves by overzealous jocks, and **** two-by-two on the floor. The beds were beyond capacity, as couples of three or four filled them up at my behest and **** the prostitutes into free sex. The 80-year-old woman who gave away free condoms was being fucked in the ass by the former quarterback, who must've had one really weird fetish.

I looked at the life-sized statues of my father's harem. These were simulated, realistic latex with warm receptors underneath. Like I did last year, I felt up my mothers' teenage bodies, still surprised at how realistic they were. The statues reacted with goosebumps and hard nipples, and having felt my own mothers' bodies recently, I could say they accurately reflected the real thing. My parents did participate in the statue-making process, after all. Ms. Zbigniew looked at the end, at the statue of her teenage self, and I compared her boob size then and now. She definitely had a boob job. She removed her panties, at my behest, and I see now that she doesn't shave as much as she did then.

I was disappointed that the vaginas still didn't go in deeply enough, barely enough room for my penis. I wanted to fuck them, at least my mother Leigh's statue, last year, but the museum guide refused. Now, with no guide in sight, I contemplated the act again. I had already fucked the real thing, and I had plenty of real fucks available. So fucking a copy of my mother, not even a real robot, was completely unnecessary and frankly a waste of my time. Plus, other kids had reached this part, and some were fucking the harem statues. I watched as one of Zebulon's Amish boys began fucking Statue Leah, and decided to make my exit.

We next arrived at a representation of Skull Zbigniew's bedroom, and my father's ****, done while fucking the future Governor Doe. I looked sullenly at the popular display, wondering how this Joseph McKenna was still so famous. Conspiracy theories about President Mason and the MO were still rampant, and I knew that the New Net was rampant in speculation on my connection to all this. I was a scion of both John Doe and Leigh McKenna, the daughter of Doe's murderer. Both blood flowed through me, and any natural disgust I felt towards McKenna was disgust towards my own grandfather. I had known neither, given McKenna's suicide after murdering my father, and was raised with grand ideas over who my father was, supplied by the likes of this very museum.

Still, this room on the **** filled me with disgust, if not towards McKenna, then towards the popular nature of it all. If my father had not been killed, he would've been just another obscure EDP, perhaps famous for being the brother of a Governor, but that's all. But he became a lightning rod for the laws on Erection Dependence, and the necessity of protecting them from the rare people who didn't seem to get it.

After a long look of concern from both the nurse and Ms. Zbigniew (who probably didn't like being at the place of her own father's ****, but I failed to recall that at the time), we left for the hall celebrating the governorship of Caitlin Doe, and the victories in other state legislatures - and around the world - for EDP rights in the aftermath. Granted, there were some setbacks (particularly in California regarding civil penalties and a few odd federal criminal statutes), but it was a much freer place for EDPs to fuck anyone they want, anywhere they want, anytime they want.

I then saw family photos, my family photos, Julie Doe's family photos, the Amish of Doestown, the Mrs. Logan's brothel, all bringing back memories of my childhood. There's Marlene as a toddler playing on the beach. There's Lena being adopted by Mayor Doe. There's Elise and I playing a game of tag fifteen years ago. I fucked them all. And I'll fuck all the girls in all these photos, possibly before the month is through. Perhaps by the end of the week.

Finally we arrived at the end of the museum. A replica semen sample, actually one produced by some enthusiastic volunteer, is being handed out by girls on their summer jobs. I decline one, as a jock comes up and begins fucking the girl who offered me one. She is not enthused by the violation, but I help the boy rip off her clothes.

Another jock wants to fuck Ms. Zbigniew, but I instead tell him to go home and fuck his mother, and he quietly leaves. As the first jock fucks the semen girl in the ass, Ms. Zbigniew locks hands with her, as I enter her pussy from behind. She's had a kid with my father, as well as spent time in prostitution, as I learned in high school and used to share naked pictures of her, but I never had a chance to fuck her before tonight. Many had tried, but few were given the privilege unless they shelled out a great deal of coin.

I didn't have to spend a dime, and was fucking the once-richest woman in town (my mothers and Julie now far surpassed her). I came in her as she locked hands with semen girl, who had already been prematurely inseminated by the jock. Other jocks and nerds came in, but they valiantly ignored my nurse. Possibly because she knelt on my side, and inspected closely as I fucked in and out of Maya Zbigniew.

"You're having a lot of sex, Mr. Doe-Hostetler," she said, a look of odd concern.

"I think that's the point of the disease. It's sex or die, and I choose sex. I'll fuck your ass when I'm done. And then maybe one of the summer schoolers who aren't already being fucked."

I came in Ms. Zbigniew, who smiled at me regarding her likely impregnation. The nurse pulled my cock out of the teacher and inspected it. "That's just it, sir, we can't over-simulate. Try to keep at least two hours between ejaculations."

I looked at her in her negligee. I began fondling her breast as I contemplated the suggestion. "My father was an old man when he collapsed from over-stimulation. I'm a teenager, in my prime. There's no way that'll happen. It doesn't happen to all those high school EDPs who fuck their way through locker rooms."

"I'm a nurse with an expertise in Erection Dependence. It happens all the time. Just keep an eye on it. I suggest you wait two hours before cumming again."

"Can I eat your pussy?"

"If you want," she said, questioning why I would want to do such a thing.

I ate out the nurse's pussy, to her great surprise and enjoyment, as I let some of the jocks fuck Ms. Zbigniew in my absence. A fat girl, completely naked and fucked a few times by now, sits on the nurse's face, and we both listen in joy as she is eaten to perfection. The girl reaches her crescendo before the nurse. I need to work on my cunnilingus some more.