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Impregnating Alice Ch. 01

By: eatoure



(This is the beginning of Alice's sexual adventure, in which she uses her sexual talents for both pleasure and purpose.) 

*

Light streaming through the bedroom window fell on the most beautiful sight in LA as Alice took her lover's forceful thrusting deep inside and rose to meet it. They had been making love for an hour and she was close. Her back was arched and her eyes were closed as she lay on the bed and waited to cum.

Alice had a body built for sex and she used it well. Her luckiest lover was like a musician, playing a sonata on that beautiful body as if it were a fine instrument. And he did know her body very well, as well as any of her many lovers. They had caressed, fondled, stroked, and cum many times together and each of them knew the rhythms that worked for them and how to change them, like now as he slightly picked up the speed of his thrusts and she broke the rhythm of her upward movement and tilted her pelvis so that his cock tantalized her needy clit. 

Alice was very pretty. Her skin was fair and pink and she had rosy cheeks that blushed when she was excited. Like now, as her lover brought her to the edge. Her lover had begun that afternoon by holding her face in his hands and kissing her deeply and long, tongues wrapping around each other. He was much taller and bigger than she was and she liked that he was in charge. 

Alice had a round face with big, blue, cornflower-colored eyes that were so clear that they startled people who say them for the first time. Her clear blue eyes would go unfocussed and glaze over when she was about to orgasm. All her lovers noticed it. They looked for it as a sign that she was close to coming and needed a different, more subtle type of pleasuring to get through the climax. Alice's sexual responsiveness was a popular topic of conversation when her lovers got together and talked about her and having sex with her. They talked about it often because they did it often. 

Alice was an affectionate person. She liked to cuddle and touch. One of her favorite tricks was to pull her lover out of bed in the morning and sit him down for breakfast. Then she would straddle his legs, facing him, and sit down on his knees with his cock sticking up between them. She would take his cock in both hands, and stroke him off, looking into his eyes, until jism splashed their bellies and groins and stuck them together. She liked to see how high it would go and if he shot high enough to hit her face she loved it. She had played that game with this lover many times and probably would tomorrow morning -- there was no doubt in her mind that she'd stay overnight. 

Some people thought that with her face framed with her pale, naturally curly hair Alice looked like a lamb. But this lamb was no innocent when it came to sex. When she had taken his cock in her mouth it went deep down her throat with ease and she looked him in the eyes all the time as she sucked and caressed his cock with her throat, until he could not wait any longer. Then, she had fallen back on the bed and received him. First, she had lain there quietly as he entered her and thrust his full length into her. Then, as he started a rhythm, she had risen up to meet him, her pelvis thrusting at first ever so slightly and then with more and more movement until they seemed perfectly tuned. 

Alice mostly kept her eyes open during sex, paying attention to her lover's response. What was unique about her lover of the moment was that he, too, was finely tuned to her response and met her gaze with his own. That made it good for her. She liked lovers who concentrated on her pleasure and gave her all their attention while they made love to her. She liked men who fit her body, too, and this one did. Her smooth, soft, rounded body nestled perfectly in his arms and under his trunk, fit between the angles of his muscular frame, and took his penis like her vagina was molded on it. 

Right now Alice's eyes were closed but from her ragged breathing her lover knew that she was ready to pop. Her chest was heaving from excitement and her breasts swayed with the movement. Her breasts were among the most surprising delights of her body. They were full, round, and about as big as they naturally get on a woman of her modest size. They sat high on her chest, capped with soft pink areolas that were really quite big for her size, areolas that wrinkled when she was first fondled to excitement and then flattened out when she got sexually high. In the center of each areola was an inverted nipple, naturally sticking in instead of out, looking like an opening at the end of her breast and inviting her lovers to cover it with their mouths and to suck. Right now, her little inside nips were bursting with excitement and made the blunt tips of her breasts so sensitive she felt a little shock every time they rubbed against his chest.

He had run his hands along those breasts earlier in the day, caressing her sides, under her breasts and arms, and tickling her gently before he ran the back of his hand over her soft belly and up between her breasts. She liked to be fondled and he had spent a long time holding her breasts in his hands and pulling on the little nubs of nipples hidden from view but firm between his fingers. 

Alice's body was nicely curved, with full hips and a gently rounded tummy and a tucked-in waist. Her pelvis naturally swayed when she walked and seemed to rise up by itself to meet her lovers' bodies on the downstroke. Her thighs and legs, on the other hand, were well-toned and looked fit, not a skinny model's legs, but womanly and athletic. Right now, these same legs were open, knees bent, splayed out as her lover between them drove in and pulled out with deep but fast strokes. 

Between those luscious legs was a wonder of the world: Alice's pussy. Pale pink and soft, adorned with wispy golden pubic hair, it looked like a flower. Her labia hung down just a enough to peep outside her slit, like a little hand waving her lover inside. When she was opened by her lovers, they saw, if they had the soul of an artist, a soft, pink gate to a garden of delight, a delicious genital bouquet of lips capped by a clit with its little hood, welcoming them into a vagina all wet and tender. If they watched, they could see her flush down below as she got excited. If they fondled her, or she fondled herself, they could watch the wetness come, watch her turn darker pink, and, if they were really observant, watch her nether lips become puffy and soft. That had already happened, a long time ago as time went that night. As she barely broke into her orgasm the wetness of her cunt was already flowing like a stream. 

Just now, a think film of sweat broke out over her rounded shoulders, on and between her lovely breasts, and between the delicate peach fuzz under her arms. She opened her eyes, gazing at something a long way off and her eyes clouded over. She opened her delicate, round little mouth and gasped. The nostrils on her little button nose flared out. In a fraction of a second she was coming and wave after wave of pulsating energy started from the union of her cunt and her lover's cock and rolled across her body from her pelvis through her belly, tightening her little rosy asshole like an electric shock, and spearing into her chest and neck until she threw her head back and her arms out and let it possess her body for what seemed like a short eternity. 

The waves lapped over her and died down until she just felt like she was floating in a deep, warm pool. Her mind was foggy at first as she came out of the orgasm but soon she had the strength to open her eyes and look back at her lover. He looked at her fondly, but did not miss a beat. He was still pumping, getting ready to come himself. "Geez, Gabe -- that was a good one!" she said.

Impregnating Alice Ch. 02



Up in the Hollywood Hills, overlooking Los Angeles, there was a little house. In a discreet but expensive neighborhood, the house did not look special or stand out. A man named Gabe lived there. At the time, he was lying on top of a woman named Alice and they were having sexual relations. Actually, they were rutting like wild minks, is what they were doing. Alice, fresh from coming, was lying on her back in his bed, smiling, receiving his cock with a more mellow pleasure while he climbed the ladder of his own excitement. It was the end of a long and satisfying afternoon. 

Gabe was a good-looking guy, tanned and fit. He like to pleasure his women for a long time, to bring them up as high as they could go and then watch them slide into a whirlpool of orgasm that would last and last and then to do it again. 

He had begun with Alice that morning, Saturday. She came over wearing a sheer, almost transparent sundress and they had had coffee. She wanted to go away with him to Santa Barbara the next weekend and they were making plans. 

There was a singles' weekend at a house up in the hills and they would spend three days in naked, wet, shared pleasure. Talking about it had made them both hot. He started to watch her move and become aroused. When she leaned over the road map spread out on the table he looked down the front her dress and saw those bare, soft mounds, looking like two scoops of peach ice cream. When she straightened up, he thought he could see the pinkness of her areola through the flimsy fabric stretched over her chest. He thought of her pussy and its delights. His plans for the afternoon firmed up. 

She knew he was looking at her sexually and she was ready. She liked new lovers but she loved old ones who knew what she liked and how she moved. When she leaned over, she didn't mind that he looked down her dress, that he could see her soft breasts, and if he got aroused, that was fine with her. She knew he had a hard-on, without having to look. 

When they had finished their coffee and finalized their trip, they both stood up and he reached out his hand and touched her elbow. Gabe ran his finger down the creamy skin of her arm to her delicate wrist. She looked up at him with a light in those clear blue eyes that meant "Let's fuck!" 

Gabe reached to her and wrapped his arms around her. She snuggled up to him and put her hands on his butt. Without thinking she raised one foot and then the other and slipped her sandals off. They kissed and tongue-played for a while and then he put his arm around her waist and gently led her to bed. 

Taking off Alice's clothes was always a treat. Unwrapping that fine body was fun enough but she liked to show off, too. When Gabe unzipped the back of her dress, she lowered her arms and hunched her shoulders, letting the top fall by itself to reveal her breasts, pushed out together, making a long deep cleavage concealing the valley between. He pushed it down over her generous hips and she stepped out of it, naked underneath her dress except for little panties that were quickly gone. He held her pretty face in his hands and kissed her again. Her breasts felt sensitive rubbing against his shirt. 

It was then that Gabe ran his hands over her body, slowly and sensually, caressing her shoulders and under her arms, fingers stroking -- almost tickling - the sides of her breasts and chest, then cupping each breast in one hand and gently lifting, watching them flatten almost like liquid and then take shape again when he let them down. 

He ran his fingers over her shoulders, down her back and between her buttocks, holding each firm and round cheek for a while and gently stroking them. Then he brought his hands around, pausing to caress her wide hips, and forward to between her legs. There his big hand completely covered her pubes and he curved his fingers into her slit and fondled her cunt lips as his palm pressed over her little clit. She moaned a little, her closed eyes fluttered a little, and she moved her hips ever so slightly into him. 

They kissed again and then he started to lay her on the bed. She didn't go just then -- instead she pushed back ever so gently and started to unbutton his shirt. When she had it off, she ran her fingers over his chest and kissed his neck and chest -- she could not reach up to kiss his head or to his shoulders. So, she reached down and unbuckled his belt. Gabe took the cue and took off his pants while she sat down on the bed. 

Alice watched his cock come into view, a now-hard cock, tanned and good-sized, that she new well by sight, touch, and taste. She leaned over, breasts gently swaying, and took him into her mouth, sucking with her cheeks as she did so that he popped in all the way at once and pointed to the back of her mouth. The, she took a breath and swallowed hard and took him deep into her throat. For a long time, she sat there holding his prick at the base, fondling his hanging balls, while her throat muscles and tongue gave him sensations to die for. Then she slowly pulled back, gasped a bit for breath, and licked his shaft and head until he was hard as a crowbar. 

This went on for a long time. She would take him in her throat, looking up at him with those clear blue eyes and bring him a little closer to the brink, then back off. Finally, she knew it was time. She could smell the sweat from his skin and the need from his crotch. 

Alice released him and flung herself back on the bed. She threw her legs out to either side, offering her gorgeous cunt without reserve to a man she knew could handle it. He started to go down on her but she pulled him up to her and said "Later. Right now I want you inside." So he knelt between her legs, pulled her up onto his thighs and entered her in one long thrust. Alice felt a sense of calmness now, like it was natural to have someone inside and unnatural for her cunt to be empty. Gabe rocked back and forth, slowly at first, moving just a little, then more deeply and faster. 

Over the next half hour they moved around the bed, changing position, fucking from the side and from the front, always stopping before either one of them came, then starting back again when the moment had passed. They never broke their connection, cock to cunt, during all that time no matter what the rest of their bodies were doing, what was being kissed or fondled, and how tightly or loosely he held her. Of course, each of them loved to do it in different positions, with others and each other, but just then this connection seemed right and they did not want to break it. 

Finally, minutes short of his orgasm and seconds short of hers, they ended up where they began, her on her arched back, lifting up her breasts and cunt to meet him, her on the brink, and him struggling for control as he brought her home. She broke the rhythm and started to jerk. Her chest heaved like she was in a convulsion. The muscles stood out in her neck. She bit down on her lip. Her hips bounced up and twisted. 

She had her eyes closed when that thin film of sweat broke out over her upper body, shining over her rounded shoulders, collecting and starting to drip between her lovely breasts, and scenting the delicate blonde peach fuzz under her arms. She opened her eyes, lost focus as she usually did and her eyes clouded over. She gasped and drew tiny little breaths, with her little button nose flared out. It was then that the power of her coming started deep in her pelvis, seemingly at the top of her cunt where she felt him the deepest, and exploded in waves over the rest of her body. The waves seemed to drown her in pleasure until they died down and she felt like she was floating. For a while -- she couldn't tell how long, her mind was fuzzy. She didn't want to come out of it, so she didn't try. Soon, though it came to an end anyway and she had the strength to open her eyes and look back at her lover. That was when she said, "Geez, Gabe -- that was a good one!"

He carried on pumping, sweat beading on his forehead, working harder now that she had gone limp during her orgasmic convulsion. Then he looked at her face and saw her transformed into ecstasy with a look so sensual but dreamlike he felt overwhelmed by lust for her, a surge of heat that tipped him over and into his own orgasm. He felt a pounding in the root of his cock as he let loose and one blast after another shot through his cock and into her deep, warm, flooding pink cunt. 

She was wide awake by then and felt his powerful blasts shoot inside her, flooding her cunt. It felt warm and gooey and nice and some of it trickled out and dripped down behind, leaving a slimy trail headed for her rosebud. Gabe rested for a moment between her legs, braced on his arms over her, and caught his breath. His penis took a break and softened a little but he left it in. Then he bent his arms and lay on top of her and buried his head under her arms, licking the side of her breast. 

"Gabe, you're heavy! And that tickles!" Alice giggled. 

"And you're sweaty and smell like sex."

"How could that have happened?" 

"I dunno. Let's make it happen again!" And they did, once more that afternoon and four times by next morning.



Impregnating Alice Ch. 03



(Gabe is Alice's protector and fuckbuddy. This is his backstory. Soon he will help Alice reach her sexual pinnacle.)

*

Alice liked Gabe for a lot of reasons but mostly because he knew how to bring her to the top and keep her there for a while. Gabe had had lots of opportunity to get experience. Women really liked the way he looked, tall, curly-haired and tanned. 

Also, they liked that he was a professional person and made good money but had a whiff of scandal around him. Gabe had noticed, since he had won some notoriety of his own, that the only thing women liked their sex packaged in more than money was danger. Women couldn't resist a guy who had been in trouble for sex. 

Gabe's good looks were a problem in his profession. He was a doctor but he had run into some trouble. He was not your usual doctor. Years ago he had decided that medicine was not what it used to be and that it took too much hard work to be rich. So, he combined herbs and meditation, and a lot of other alternative approaches into his medical practice and opened an office in West LA. This was so he could charge much more, he could get free of billing insurance, and his patients would all be healthy and would not bother him at night. 

He was an overnight success. Rich women from Beverly Hills and Westwood and Santa Monica flocked to his office and the tropical rain forest-theme waiting room, all willing to pay through the nose to talk to someone who would listen and treat them seriously. A lot of them were attracted to him. For his part, he was attracted to all of them. 

For a couple of years he stayed clean and did not do anything stupid. Sooner or later, though, it was bound to happen. He got involved with one of his patients who thought he was cute. Then another. Then another. At first he tried to play it smart and was careful not to let the affairs show around the office -- or at least so he thought. Actually, the staff knew exactly what was going on but they could have cared less. They had figured out a long time ago that they weren't there to cure sick people and he paid them very well. And the doctor was making his patients feel pretty good. 

His "appointments" were taking way too long, the noises he made with his "patients" did not sound like medical treatments, and when they came out they had a glassy look in their eyes, their hair was mussed, and their clothes were on funny. The loud hums from the funny-looking equipment in his office seemed unusual for a medical office. Pelvic examinations once a month seemed a little excessive. Sticky deposits on the examining table and floor were a little unusual. Still, there was no problem with patient satisfaction and word quickly got around that this new "Dr. Feelgood" was just the treatment to excite a Beverly Hills housewife during a boring afternoon after shopping, especially while she suspected that her husband was banging his mistress. 

Then he got careless and started fooling around with his staff, too. His receptionist at the time thought this was pretty cool. She used to give him head between patients if he wanted it. He started fucking with her on personal time and one thing led to another but she got too possessive. One day she got jealous of one of his "patients", a drop-dead gorgeous blonde who came to the office in the most expensive clothes Rodeo Drive had to offer. 

Somehow one day, in response to a mysterious phone call, the inevitable jealous husband came by and stormed into the office. Somehow, he was not stopped at the reception desk and just happened to open the door to the right examining room where the blonde was. That's how Gabe was caught with his hand up a famous Hollywood producer's wife. Not up her skirt - up inside her. 

It took him a long time and a lot of money to stay out of court and out of the papers. He hired a really good lawyer. He lost his license for a year, went bankrupt and had to sell out his medical office. His receptionist moved on without a second thought. No money, no respect, busted for sex. Gabe had hit the low point. 

It was the lawyer, Curt, who gave him a second life. Curt was a short, slim guy with sandy brown hair and a youthful grin that made women like him and men trust him. He was smart and hip but he kept up a modest appearance to avoid attracting enemies. He didn't talk big in public. He had things figured out. Knowing that a bankrupt doctor couldn't pay his legal bills, Curt introduced him to some of his other clients to get Gabe back in business. 

Now Curt was not just any lawyer. He had a specialty. He was famous for representing people in trouble because of sex. After a few years of this, he moved into specializing in the sex industry because he wanted something more positive than adultery and hooking cases. Curt probably knew more porn stars than most producers and had more strippers as clients than most lawyers have clients. He knew which fetish was hot and who was legal and who was not. He knew who was bad news and who came through. There was not much he did not know about the industry. One thing he knew better than anyone was they needed good, discreet, sympathetic medical care. 

Gabe knew that his past was in Curt's files and his career in respectable medicine was on the razor's edge. Curt could destroy him any time he wanted, but that was not his game. Having a horny but otherwise well-qualified doctor around could be very useful indeed considering that Curt's clients all used their appearance of health, their sex organs, and their most basic biological urges to earn their living - and, because of the problems they ran into, they earned him a lot of money. Gabe could protect and help out that lucrative and lascivous client base. 

In just under a year, Curt had set Gabe up in a new office, bought a clinical laboratory next door for the most confidential and complete testing in the city, hired a kinky nurse/dominatrix to help Gabe in running classes and clinics on safe sex for those whose taste went beyond vanilla, and got all his clients and their friends to switch over to him. Gabe, grateful to him, kept his nose clean and his dick in his pants around the office. He became Dr. Feelgood with all the trappings of a respected professional. 

Serving this world gave Gabe lots of opportunities to meet new people, people who were guaranteed to be really horny and to like sex. But he was careful this time. He became a regular at a couple of very discreet, high-end swinger's clubs and kept his sexual activities at home and away from work. That's how he met Alice. She was the party girl in a small, very exclusive club of sexual adventurers made up of successful professional and business people in Brentwood and Bel Air. Curt had got him into it, figuring that he could get his rocks off safely and out of sight there, and would be less of a business risk. 

He and Alice hit it off sexually during a foursome on one of his first visits. They then started looking for one another at parties and balling, either just the two of them fucking, with an audience, or partying with others joining in. Alice loved his big cock and balls and sould spend hours licking and sucking him. Gabe loved her lamb-like softness and the sweet wet tightness as he entered her. 

Later, after their fourth open coupling, they had a chance to talk for a while and became friends over a glass of wine. They now looked after each other during orgies. Gabe protected her if anyone looked like they were drunk or out of control and fended off determined studs if her cunt was sore after a day or two of fucking. If there was a new girl who seemed sexy, Alice steered her to Gabe and told him what the girl liked ahead of time. If Gabe saw that a guy was well hung and good with the dowstroke, he steered him to Alice. Alice kept an eye out for bad situations, like husbands who looked like they might be jealous or reacting badly to seeing their wives royally fucked and having the time of their sexual lives by Gabe. 

Now, they were good enough friends to spend time with each other between orgies and to go out for dinner or a show when they weren't with other lovers. And, of course, for a casual fuck anytime they felt like it. 

Alice and Gabe became fuckbuddies, friends looking out for each other.



Impregnating Alice Ch. 04



The following Saturday in Santa Barbara eight couples were sharing a big house in the hills for a long weekend. Among them were Alice and Gabe. Curt and his girlfriend, Bobili, were there too. 

Bobili had to be the most exotic creature most of these people had ever seen. She was Eurasian. Tall and thin like her Australian father, she had red highlights in her hair and freckles. Her angular, kittenish face with its high cheekbones, and her almost black hair, on top and down below, obviously came from her Vietnamese mother. Her body was willowy and girlish, with pert, cone-shaped little breasts ending in long brown nips. She had a long neck, narrow hips, tiny hands and feet, and a tattoo of a Chinese dragon like an armband around her right arm. She had grown up in Sydney and came to LA for a lark, to work and party. It was easy to get a job, since nurses were in short supply at the time and she was a good one. For the last year and a half, she had been doing obstetrics work. 

Bobili looked so delicate but she was tough. When she opened her mouth, her talk was pure "'Strine", and her language was crude as a King's Cross streetwalker. Nobody had any idea how she got the name Bobili -- she didn't know herself. 

Gabe, Alice, Bobili, and Curt liked one another. They often partied together as a foursome on weekends if there were no singles events going on. Curt and Bobili had been a couple for two years but they had an open, exhibitionistic relationship. Curt loved to poke Bobili in front of their friends and Bobili didn't mind. She especially liked to get poked while she was eating out another woman. Especially when the other woman had just been fucked and was full of creamy semen. 

Bobli liked Alice a lot, and would have cheerfully gotten it on with Alice as much as Alice would let her, but Alice was so into men that she didn't usually respond sexually to Bobili until she had been sexed up by a couple of male lovers. 

Boboli was famous for indiscriminate flashing, at least when Curt was not around. Sometimes in public, on the street, Bobili would flash her tits for fun at guys she liked, or at girls she thought might be into it, but she never did it when Curt was around, because he had to be so discreet, being a lawyer and all. Boboli sometimes bent over and spread her cheeks, flashing her little pink anus to her friends or to new friends at a bar. Sometimes she even flipped up Alice's tiny skirt when they were out shopping, baring Alice's usually pantyless pussy. 

The friends also shared each other. Curt had a long dick that touched bottom in Alice's cunt. Alice liked him well enough as a lover and a few times when Gabe wasn't available and there was no orgy on she had called Curt. Once she and Bobili had got together to fuck with Curt and each other without Gabe, when he was out of town at some medical meeting. Bobili, andltho she liked sucking on Alice's pussy best of all, liked Gabe's style too and sometimes let him take her in the ass when she felt like it. Since Bobili was a great ass-fuck, tight and responsive, Gabe sometimes stopped by her place for a quickie, just the two of them. Everyone was cool with this and none of them would have wanted it otherwise. 

The party had started off well, even elegantly. Everyone had come in beautiful, sexy clothes, which stayed on for the dinner and reception on the first night. Everything was gourmet and first-class in this set. The house was quiet, hidden on a hill, and very private. The guests had parked their cars in town and were driven the rest of the way, so that the neighbors, would not see all the luxury cars parked on the street and know something was going on. Everything was very discreet, very managed, very confidential. 

The clothes came off just before midnight, about halfway through the dancing. There were three rooms in the house that were prepared for groups, with cushions and couches and nice thick rugs. There were also four bedrooms, a deck, and a nice soft lawn in the backyard, and blankets on the lawn for guests who didn't want grass stains on their skin. At first, couples paired off, threesomes formed, and sometimes the more exhibitionist guests, usually ladies, would dance or let themselves be sucked or fucked in front of the whole group. 

A statuesque redhead, named Dorrie was stripped naked by her boyfriend. She let her low-hanging, pendulous breasts and her bare, bright-pink crotch be fondled by the crowd, until one of the men pushed two fingers inside her from the front and stroked her G-spot. That seemed to inspire her. She climbed up on a picnic table, got down on all fours, arched her back and wiggled her butt. A tall man with a long penis climbed up behind her, grasped her hips, and mounted her in one smooth thrust. Dorrie groaned and her full breasts swung underneath her. He bent over her, supporting himself on her broad, generous pelvis, as he fondled her hanging, swaying breasts with both hands. Soon, he came with a grimace and jerky thrusts as she smiled mysteriously, with her eyes closed, so that nobody could really tell if she had come or not. When he pulled out, she sat up and spread her legs, so that the crowd could watch his semen ooze out of her magnificant pink hole. Then, before anyone leaned over and lick her, she surprised everybody when she climbed onto a law sprinkler, turned it on, pulled apart her pussy lips, and let the water shoot up her vagina to clean her out. 

As the night went on that first day, some couples got really into each other and others joined little orgy groups -- nothing as dramatic as a daisy chain but little groups of compatible guests who took care with each others' bodies for their own and their partners' sexual pleasure. The many and varied ways of sex were theirs to explore and they did. 

By morning, some of the guests were sleeping where they had last come, others were wrapped in blankets on beds or floors, most with partners but one or two alone. They slept as much as they needed and when they awoke, they found themselves revived and ready again. Morning copulation is a wonderful treat and a good time to approach a new partner, many of them found. Most of the guests were up by the noon meal and went on walks, wearing clothes until they could safey show off in nature, or went horseback-riding, to feel the slap-slap-slap of the saddle between their legs, or swimming nude in the pool in the afternoon. Many couples and threesomes sat lazily in in the shade of the patio, fondling one another, until guests started coupling again. 

By the evening of the second day, though, the party was definitely slowing down. The men were finding it a lot harder to get up and stay up and a few of the women were more than a little sore. A couple of the men were content just to watch sex videos while they regained their staying power. 

"Fancy a poke with that sheila, d'you? Well let me tell you she's got a right bleedin' wonder mouth on her and you'll come in a minute if she sucks you off" she was saying to Curt about Dorrie. 

Bobili had just been eaten out by Dorrie about an hour before and had come like gangbusters. Dorrie liked to put her face in Bobili's crotch and lick her inner thighs after Bobili was fucked. Then she would lick Bobili's labes clean and start on her cunt. By this time Bobili would usually be aroused again and she often came again, even before Dorrie reached her clit. When Dorrie got that far, though, she could always get Bobili off again, even if she had come a dozen times. Dorrie knew just how to do it and how a woman's scent changes when her sex is in overdrive. Sometimes Bobili returned the favor but rather than sucking on sloppy seconds, Bobili liked to flat-fuck and rub her breasts together with Dorrie's. Sometimes they put on a show for the crowd, like last night. Alice didn't like Dorrie; she thought Dorrie was a show-off, but she had to admit that together with Bobili she was hot. 

The party was now in its second day and the rut rate had slowed down.

By nightfall of the second day, the women were mostly just wrapped with a blanket around their shoulders, occassionally flashing a potential partner to show they were interested. The men wrapped towels around their waist so that they would not stick to the seats, but they usually sat with their legs spread, to remind the women that they had cocks. With all the semen and cuntjuice flowing, they needed the towels to mop up anyway. 

The four friends had separated from the rest of the house and were relaxing together after dinner on a balcony where they could see the ocean in the distance. It was getting dark and with the way the house was designed nobody could see them. 

Alice was tired but happy. Her pelvis ached from coming so much; she must have ripped off a half dozen orgasms in half an hour during that last coupling before dinner with the black guy from San Francisco. She had had to wash the semen off her thighs, because there was so much of it and it was drying and rough on her skin -- usually she likes to feel semen ooze out of her and onto her thighs or drip on her ankles. It was like a trophy she had won. But now, she was resting after a big one and was content to just sit there, talking. 

She sat on a bench with her legs curled under her, under the blanket. From downstairs came the sound of moaning followed by a grunt that they recognized from experience as meaning that a certain popular brown-haired girl with fried-egg boobs had just popped. 

That made her smile and she moved her hand between her crotch and gently touched herself , thinking about it. 

"Something really funny happened this week," said Curt. "I got the strangest call. A client wanted me to find him a surrogate child-bearer." 

"What's so unusual about that?" Bobili asked. 

"He says he needs a male heir and he's running out of time. He says he's sick and doesn't have long to live. He's very rich and he wants to leave his fortune to the kid. The funny thing is, he's married." 

"What a bounder!" Bobili spat. "What's he got against sheilas?" 

Curt shrugged. "What can I say? He's a jerk. Very old fashioned. He just knows how to make money, but he sure is good at that." 

"Anyone we know?" Alice asked. 

"You would know the name," was all Curt said. 

Gabe and Bobili both looked uncomfortable because they knew that this was confidential information. Curt had already said too much, which was unlike him. He probably had a reason for bringing the subject up. Maybe he figured that one of Gabe's patients would be interested. 

Alice said "Why doesn't he have a child with his wife? Can't she get pregnant?" She laughed. "Maybe she married the wanker for his money but she can't stand him!" 

"Actually that might be true," Curt said. "But he says that they've tried for years and she can't have children. He wants a kid to leave a legacy behind." 

"So what's the deal?" Bobili asked. "He wants some bleeding breeder to plant his seed in until it grows? Maybe take fertility pills? Wear a chastity belt?" 

"No," said Curt thoughtfully. "His wife would never let him have a real mistress. He wants to inseminate a woman who would carry his child but he doesn't want to meet her. He doesn't want any complications or ties or claims after the birth. Just procreate, drop the kid and disappear. He wants her to live in his ranch in Hidden Valley but he and his wife spend all of their time in Huntington Beach, when they're not travelling. It would pay well for the right woman. She'd have to put up with staying at the ranch with tight security for as long as it takes. He wants to be sure she doesn't smoke, take drugs, or drink during the pregnancy. Other than that, all she has to be is willing, fertile, and have good genes." 

"Don't think that this guy expects charity," Curt continued. He'll pay a ton of money 'on delivery', so to speak. And he needs complete secrecy. He wants to pay all the expenses, even if there are complications, because he doesn't want a trail of insurance papers leading back to him." Again, the others wondered why Curt would even mention this to them if secrecy was so important. 

"What's a ton of money?" Curt mentioned a figure. The others sat speechless. Finally, Bobili said, "Who is this guy?" Curt stayed silent. Nobody spoke for a long time. 

"Well, can I guess?" said Gabe. He mentioned a name. It was one of the richest men in Los Angeles, who had a reputation as a ruthless businessman. His name was on some prominent buildings. He was not young anymore. His wife had not been mentioned in the papers for years but had been a famous model. She had often gone to Gabe for ... consolation. 

Curt kept quiet. "So," Curt said finally. "I need to find someone. My share will be 15% and that's a lot of money." Now it was clear why had said something about this. He was indirectly asking for their help in finding someone. 

"I tell you what -- I can look over the files and make some calls." Gabe was thinking. 

"I can ask around the hospital," Bobili said. "Our problem is that by the end of their stay the last thing our ladies want is to get knocked up again." 

Alice was silent. Suddenly she shrugged off the blanket and sat up with her boobs exposed. "I want to do it," she said. 

Gabe and Bobili didn't move -- they were stunned. "What are you doing? You'd be pregnant! Locked up! Used and discarded! What about the baby -- would you really give it up? " Gabe finally said. He knew how loving she was and figured that she had deep maternal instincts that would make it impossible for her to walk away at the end. 

"I know that I can do this. Why not? For years now I've known that I love sex more than anything else I do. Now I'd like to experience the other side, to do it for a purpose different than getting myself off. " Alice said softly. "I'm not married and don't plan to. I like my freedom but I'd like to have what I'm missing now. I'd like to feel what it's like to be pregnant, to feel a baby growing, to feel my tits making milk. If I do it now, while I'm young and healthy, I can get back into shape fast. Besides, the child will be well taken care off -- he'll be rich, he'll have a beautiful mother, and he'll get a hell of a start in life even if I'm not in the picture. Really, I see this as my big chance!" 

The others were shocked by what she said but had to admit that it made some sense, at least by her logic. Curt promised to do the deal. Gabe to promised to be her doctor during the pregnancy and to deliver the baby, keeping the deal from any chance that nosy colleagues would catch on. Bobili agreed to take a leave from her job be Alice's nurse and midwife, if Curt would make up her salary. 

By 11:00, they had a plan. Curt would call Mr. Numbnuts (as they started calling him) at home on Sunday morning. Alice would quit her day job as soon as possible and go off the pill the day after tomorrow, after the weekend fun. Gabe would check her out medically on Monday, for the record. He already knew that her plumbing worked and her tits were healthy but this project would take a bit more probing. Mr. Numbnuts, of course, would have to undergo testing himself to ensure Alice's safety. That was not negotiable. 

Curt sighed when they were done figuring out the arrangements. This had not been exactly what he expected. He had just thought that maybe they knew someone in the swingers' circle that wanted to make a lot of money. "You'll be out of action for a while, babe! Think you can take it?" He knew that Alice fucked as a passion, not as a casual thing. Could she manage for nine months and however long it would take to conceive? 

"I don't know. I guess I'll have to. This guy won't want me screwing with other men when I'm trying to get impregnated on his sperm. It will be a new experience, slowing down sexually." Here eyes twinkled as she said "Are you worried for me or are you worried that you won't be able to have me? Well, why don't you give it to me while you can?" Alice smirked. She stood up and pulled his towel off. 

His cock sprung up, ready again. She turned around, tossed the blanket in the corner and bent over, legs wide apart, grabbing her ankles with her hands. Her gold pubic hair sparkled in the dim light. Curt stood up, put his hands on her hips, and slipped his prong into her willing cunt. It squished. The idea had made her really hot.



Impregnating Alice Ch. 05



The following week was pretty frantic. 

Curt pitched the deal. Acting like he had never met her before, Gabe wrote a report that Alice was healthy, of above average intelligence, and that there was no awful hereditary disease in her family. Mr. Numbnuts bought it, especially after he saw a picture of Alice looking innocent and sweet. Curt drew up papers and had both parties sign them. Alice packed (she had very little in her closet, mainly because she didn't wear very much). 

She went to her supervisor and negotiated a year off her job as a senior computer programmer. The company wanted her to come back so much they guaranteed her job. One reason was that they were afraid of morale problems -- half the software division thought they were in love with her. The other reason was that she was their best expert at finding and debugging recursive loops in the deep machine logic of computer programs for missle guidance systems. 

Bobili also made arrangements for time off with her supervisor at the hospital. Gabe boned up on obstetrics. He also boned Alice but this time he had to wear a condom because she was going off the pill. Fertility was going to change Alice's whole lifestyle, it seemed. 

The "ranch" was really a small estate with a Spanish-style house. It was hidden at the end of a long road and surrounded by a wall. In some places where the wall was low there was a fence on top. One guard was always out front of patrolling the property and a second was in a bunker in the basement, watching the monitors. Everything was monitored by a security system. In case of emergency, they would call Mr. Numbnuts' security organization first, not the local police. They could deal with any problems privately. 

This level of security had never been really necessary before at the ranch. Mr. Numbnuts and his family had never actually lived there. He had bought the property figuring that someday it would be the perfect hideaway for a mistress. That had never worked out, mainly because he was too busy making big bucks to get one. Now, with his life hanging in the balance, he would use it for another purpose, to protect his sexual investment. 

Gabe took Alice's temperature for several days and figured out from that and her cycle when she would be most fertile. Just after her period, she moved into the ranch and her confinement began. 

Alice certainly felt like property under guard when she moved into the place. For a while she thought that maybe she had made a mistake. There was nothing she liked more than sex, and she wanted to feel pregnancy, but she was a little scared. This wasn't spontaneous, happy, swinging sexual abandon the way she usually had sex. This was the first time she was doing it for money, even if she wasn't really doing it. She would sure miss balling with her friends and occasional lovers if she had to stay under guard all the time. 

It was not a bad place at all, really, though. The guards were professional and left her alone and stayed out of her way on that first day. The house was comfortable and luxurious and the swimming pool was private. There were tennis courts and she had cable. The food was fantastic, with a professional cook just for her and the visitors. A maid came three times a week and the place was spotless. Still, she wondered if she could stay cooped up here for however many months it took -- nine plus however many she needed to conceive. That would make ten if she was very lucky. 

The first day was pretty boring but then she saw that it would not be as bad as she thought. Gabe and Curt could come and go as they pleased, because Gabe was authorized as her doctor and Curt as the lawyer Mr. Numbnuts expected to "manage the project." The guards turned out to be very friendly and were even sympathetic once they heard the story behind what was going on. They thought she was very brave doing this. 

Still, she didn't feel totally free. Although the ranch was very secluded and she could not see any neighbors, she did not feel right about walking around nude. She wasn't sure about the guards, at first. She wore a bikini around the pool and a little skirt and blouse around the house. She even wore a robe in the bathroom and undressed at night with the lights turned out. There was no telling what the guards were reporting or what the closed-circuit television monitors were taping. She didn't want to lose this chance by violating some rule or whim of Mr. Numbnuts, even though he hadn't sent her any list of rules beyond what was in the rather sketchy contract she signed. 

Every afternoon, Bobili came with the capped syringe she called the "turkey baster", full of semen from Mr. Numbnuts, and on ice during the drive from Huntington Beach. Bobili would make the long drive to pick it up from Mr. Numbnuts' personal assistant at a rendezvous point near Mr. Numbnuts' corporate headquarters. Then she would drive back with the syringe, in the closed ice bucket, sitting beside her in the front seat, held down by the seat belt. She would bring it into the bedroom, dump the ice in the attached bathroom , and then inseminate Alice with it. 

Bobili would warm it between her hands and take off the cap. Alice would pull down her panties, lie back with a pillow under her butt, and let Bobili insert the syringe all the way up into her vagina, feeling it knock against her delicious little pink cervix, and then spritz. Then Alice would lay back for an hour to give the sperm a chance to swim upstream -- this was the most boring part and it got her hooked on soap operas. Each insemination went the same, mechanical way. Her cunt was simply a vessel. Mr. Numbnuts' seed would be poured into it and she would wait to see what happened. 

While this mechanical process was going on she felt nothing sexual and when it was over she felt nothing sexual. The only thing she felt was a wish that she would conceive quickly and get the show on the road. 

Alice really wanted each insemination to impregnate her. She would have masturbated if she thought it would have helped but she wasn't sure what that might do. She read books she had brought to see if there was something she could do to get more fertile. She visualized getting pregnant. She listened to meditation tapes and repeated her "I am pregnant and I feel wonderful" affirmation ten times a day. She wore pink clothes. A week passed that way before she had had enough. 

"Bobili, can you at least wiggle that thing around?" she asked one day while lying on her back, feeling the syringe go in. 'I'm dying for a little stimulation!" 

Bobili was surprised. "Honey, haven't you been wanking?" 

"Well, no," Alice said. "I didn't know if I would be wasting my energy or confusing the little spermies." 

Bobili realized that maybe this woman, for all she knew about sexual pleasure, really didn't know as much as she thought about biology. "Alice, don't worry about that! You can come all you want and still conceive!"

Alice groaned. "And here I've been holding off! I should have talked to you before. Bobili, could you help me! If I can't have a man I'm going to need a woman!" 

Bobili was delighted. She replied "You bet I can!" 

That day Bobili moved in and expanded her job description. She took charge of pleasuring Alice using hands, mouth, and genitals. She turned the insemination into a sexual ritual. Every day Bobili massaged Alice's shoulders and back, fondled her boobs, tweaked her little inner nips, fingered her labes, and licked Alice's pulsating clit to orgasm, until the time came to spray the semen out of the "turkey baster". She even warmed up the syringe in her own cunt before she incapped it and inseminated Alice. They played with the syringe, using it as a dildo. Then, after Alice had had a good come and was all relaxed, Bobili would push the plunger and give Alice another shot at conceiving. Bobili believed -- even if she couldn't prove it -- that an orgasm made a woman more fertile. 

Alice herself just liked to rut. She couldn't believe that she had put herself through two weeks of deprivation when she could have been getting it on with Bobili or masturbating. 

Soon. Bobili shared Alice's bed and sometimes at night she would reach between Alice's legs and stroke her. Alice loved this because it gave her sweet dreams. But Bobili always knew that this would not last forever or turn into a lesbian love affair. Alice liked men too much. This was what they call an "interim arrangement". 

The guards turned out to be good guys. The guards were smart enough to figure it out: if their boss bought the farm and there was no family inheritance, the property would be sold and they'd lose their jobs. They had every reason to be in on what was going on. They also liked Alice. They naturally loved looking at her soft, curvy, fertile body. They started hanging around and talking with Alice when she lounged around at the pool. They knew that she was off limits sexually -- not only their jobs but there heads might be on the line if they touched her. 

Alice found the guards easy to talk to and genuinely interested in her. They brought her books and magazines and anything she wanted from the store. She liked having them around for company and didn't mind when they stared at her body. She stopped wearing her bathing suit. Eventually, she and Bobili did not bother to pull the draps while Alice was being inseminated. The guards could have all the fantasies about her they wanted, as far as she was concerned. Everybody else did.



Impregnating Alice Ch. 06



One day Gabe came to the ranch during the insemination. He watched it, wishing it was his prick going up Alice's cunt. Then he noticed that a little bit of semen was left in the "turkey baster" syringe. A thought dawned on him and he took the syringe with him. 

The following day he came back with a scowl on his face. "We've got a problem," he announced grimly to the girls. "I've asked Curt to meet us in an hour." He saw Bobili take the syringe out of the ice bucket. "Don't bother," he said. 

When they were all assembled out on the patio, sitting in the sun, he told them the bad news. "I ran a test on Mr. Numbnuts' semen. He's shooting blanks. Whatever he thinks, he's not going to father any children by Alice or anyone else." He paused to let the implications sink in. "His sperm count is so low he might as well use spit." 

Alice was devastated. She just sat there, crushed, rolling her hands in her sweater as if her hands were cold. She wanted the money but this was also something she really wanted to do. 

Bobili was mad. "Shit almighty! You mean we've gone to all this trouble because this woman-hating wanker blamed his wife for his fertility problems? Bother!" 

Gabe nodded. "So it seems." 

"Time for Plan B," said Curt. The others looked at him. "I sort of wondered if this was what was happening. The contract that you signed..." he looked at Alice, "did you read it?" 

"No," said Alice in a small voice. "I took your word for what was in it."

"And I didn't mislead you," Curt hastened to reassure her. "It's just that I took some precautions that were not necessarily in the narrow interests of my client. First of all, it says that you have to stay here under guard, but it's kind of vague," he smiled slyly, "about what you can and cannot do. It says that you have to get your womb injected with his jism but it really doesn't say that you can't also receive anyone else's. It does not stipulate that this male child has to be genetically related to him -- he just assumes that it does. And best of all -- it's legally unenforceable! Even if he found out later that someone else impregnated you he couldn't make the contract stand up in court or get his money back." 

Gabe picked up his drift. "We're going to need to use drastic measures." 

The light had gone on in Alice's brain long before he was finished. She was smiling from ear to ear by the time he was finished. Here was a solution to two problems, her impregnation and her male deprivation. Everyone turned to look at her to see what her reaction would be. She slid forward to the edge of her chair, pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Her golden pubes shined in the sunlight. "Come and get me!" she said. 

They moved from the patio to the relative comfort of the living room, with its sofa and cushions and rugs. Alice stripped off the rest of her clothes and Bobili, who was only wearing a tank top and shorts, did the same. The men were undressing more slowly. Bobili kissed Alice, who surrendered completely to her and let herself be laid down in preparation for penetration, at long last, and hopefully impregnation. 

Alice was so ready. 

Alice now lay on the floor on a thick sheepskin rug, breathing heavily in anticipation. Bobili was kissing her nips and stroking her neck, sexing her up for what was coming. Alice was mightily turned on by the idea that this time, of all the hundreds of screwings she had had in her young life, fucking could knock her up. It added a frisson of excitement and anticipation that wasn't there before. 

Bobili, too, was turned on like never before. Not only was she sharing in the body of a woman she loved but if everything went well she was taking part in a conception, something that normally doesn't happen between two women. 

Bobili traced the contours of Alice's rounded body with her little hands, coming to rest on her tummy. As she gently but firmly pressed on her belly, just above the bone, her other hand slipped between Alice's legs. She spread Alice's slit and took Alice's cuntlips between her fingers, appreciating their delicacy and wetness. She rubbed them slowly and lightly between her fingers and pulled on them until they became a shade darker pink and a little bit puffy. She gently inserted her middle finger into Alice's hole and curved it upward, where she knew Alice's G-spot was, at the same time pushing down on the girl's belly a little more firmly. The very tip of her finger brushed up against a little patch of roughness at the front of Alice's cunt, just behind the bone. 

Alice moaned and rose up on her elbows. She threw back her head and her breasts shook. Bobili slowly, deliberately stroked Alice's G-spot while her thumb gently flicked Alice's clit. She leaned over and gave Alice's little inside nips a kiss, wet and sucky. Alice moaned again and Bobili noticed that she was so wet that there were dew drops on her nether lips. Gabe, who was undressing, noticed how tuned Bobili was to Alice's body, how she seemed to know Alice sexually as well as he did. Maybe, Bobili being a woman too, better. 

"She's primed," Bobili reported, then kissed Alice on the mouth soulfully. She felt happy that her friend was finally on the road to her goal, and excited for her sexually. By taking responsibility for the foreplay, she felt that she was sharing as a full partner in this sexual adventure. 



Impregnating Alice Ch. 07



The guards, who saw everything, had to become involved if this plan was to work. In order to ensure secrecy so that there would be no trouble from Mr. Numbnets, the guards had to be on the inside of the plan. Alice made sure that each guard was more than just an insider. She wanted each of them inside her. 

The men, Gabe, Curt and the two guards, Bill and Manuel, stood around Alice and Bobili, taking off their clothes and then watching the action, with their dicks sticking straight out. What Bobili was doing to Alice was hot, stoking their sex hunger. 

Gabe and Curt had not boffed Alice in weeks and this little demonstration reminded them how hot she was. Bill, a tall skinny cowboy type, and Manuel, the perfect ex-Marine, had each accepted long ago that they would never get a chance with Alice and here suddenly she was not only available but needed them. Weeks of jacking off in the back room to fantasies of fucking Alicer now suddenly became real. 

Bobili turned Alice over, got her comfortable, palmed her breasts, and tweaked her nips, upside down with a little milking motion. Alice raised her rump and squared herself on all fours, breaking off from kissing Bobili. The guys moved into position. Since Plan B was his idea, Curt took the rear. The two guards took each side and fondled Alice's boobs, taking over from Bobili, who stroked Alice's shoulders and back. Gabe crouched behind Bobili and stroked Bobili's little tits, keeping Bobili at peak arousal, figuring she would give her sexual energy to Alice. 

Curt lovingly stroked the inside of Alice's thighs with his fingers, then put his hands low on her asscheeks and pulled them apart. He saw that magnificent cunt and the sexlips Bobili had turned into signals of Alice's arousal. He pulled them gently apart and without touching it put the tip of his penis at the hole. He pushed his pelvis forward and watched as his dick entered her slowly and deeply up to the balls. Alice moved back slightly to meet it. He pulled out a little, then thrust forward, angling his dick so Alice would feel it up front going in. She moaned, feeling a warm dick for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. 

And so it went for a while, thrust and parry, while Bill and Manuel kneaded Alice's soft breasts and Bobili and Gabe loved her up top. Bobili was almost as excited as Alice and as she sat on the floor her twat was giving off those little pheromone odor signals that make receptive partners wild. 

Alice was so stimulated she shivered and Gabe had to hold her up when her arms got weak. Curt soon reached his peak. This was not a situation where the guy wants to hold back -- the whole idea was to pump as much sperm up Alice's tube as their balls could make. So Curt didn't hold back and didn't wait for Alice to come, even though she was already close. He shot spurt after spurt of his creamy white semen up her and didn't pull out until he could feel no more were coming. He moved back and sat on the couch behind them, dripping from his limp dick. 

Bill moved into his position. Alice never even saw his long, thin dick. She had her face in Gabe's crotch and was sucking on his cock while Bobili was running her fingers through Alice's hair and tweaking her nips. Bill entered Alice quickly and Alice felt a dull poke that would have told her -- if she were not deep in rut and not paying attention -- that he had hit the very top of her vagina and was knocking on her cervix - the door of her womb. Semen from the men who went before squirted out of her vagina with his every thrust. She had be been full to the brim and now his dick was pushing it back out of her. 

A little bit of Curt's semen seeped out and smeared on her leg. He did her with long, fast strokes that felt endless because of the length of his cock, holding her asscheeks in each hand and slapping her, just enough to turn her ass pink. Alice came at that moment, panting and clawing at the floor. He could feel her cunt grip him and pulsate. He corkscrewed and prodded this way and that until he came in a blast that looked like one long come, a hosing that flooded her and made his cum drip on the rug and down the inside of her thighs. Alice sighed and collapsed on the rug, twisting her body to turn over. 

"This is so great -- I've needed this -- I've needed dick" Alice murmured. Bobili heard this but she wasn't hurt -- she knew that for Alice men would always come first. She knew that when everyone was exhausted it would be her turn to clean up Alice's thighs and labia with her tongue. But not inside. She had to leave that part alone, to maximize the chance of procreation.  

Gabe had already moved between Alice's legs, kissed her breasts and mouth and put his pecker home in the cunt he knew so well, now wetter than he had ever felt it. He had never been more turned on by Alice in the time he had known her than now, when she was out of her mind with lust and turning herself into some kind of a sexual vessel, receiving seed because she wanted to. He rammed into her, too excited himself to keep a steady rhythm, spraying sloppy seconds this way and that in her groin and his until there was a gooey mess smeared all over. He was working hard and pumping fast. Suddenly, he came, shooting his share and dripping sweat on her tits and belly. 

Alice came again, jerking her arms and legs and rolling her eyes. She was sailing on a sexual high. 

Exhausted, Gabe rolled off and lay flat on the floor. Bobili came over and took his penis, covered in come and pussy juice, in her hands while Bill went back to Alice's face and boobs. Bobili took him in her mouth and started to suck to get him hard again. In the meantime, while Curt watched from the couch, Bill had moved to Alice's head and smeared the fluids from his wet dick all over Alice's pretty face. She licked her lips and puckered her mouth to take in his cock for sucking. 

Manuel took his turn between Alice's legs now. Ramrod straight, with military precision, he pushed her thighs apart, entered her and started pumping. He wasn't much for foreplay but he did pushups really well. Like a precision machine, he thrust in and out, in and out, at exactly the same depth and with exactly the same rhythm for ten minutes or so. He had huge testicles, that hung low like tennis balls in a sack and swung back and forth with every thrust. Everyone watching was very impressed. 

Alice was so far gone in her rut bliss she was barely aware who was doing what to her. She was on the sixth and then the seventh of fourteen multiple orgasms she would be having. Finally Manuel came, hard, and the cum flowed and flowed and flowed like a river, more cum than any of them had ever seen, pouring out of Alice's cunt and running between and behind her legs. He was frozen in position -- he scarcely moved while he was coming and yet cum was flowing out of her. Alice came again, number eight, and from the expression on his face the others could tell that he was feeling it around his cock, which was still hard. Manuel started pumping again and got a wild look on his face. Nobody broke in. Another ten minutes went by. 

Alice came for the ninth time, this time noisily with a shriek and a gurgle around Bill's cock, which was still in her mouth. Moving without a break into beginning of the tenth one, she grabbed behind her knees with her hands and pulled herself up so that her pelvis was angled up. A few minutes later, he came again, with a contorted look on his face like Alice had reached inside him and was pulling the orgasm out of him through his cock. The river of cum was only slightly less than it had been before and by now Alice's cunt was a swampy mess. The potent mix of semen and secretions had smeared all over the thighs and had flowed back to her ass crack while she was on her back. 

Dazed, Manuel pulled out with a clumsy movement and looked down. Beneath his still-hard dick he saw her rosebud, angled up at him, covered with slimy goo. Without thinking he aimed for it and poked. He loved assholes. 

Alice opened her eyes in surprise. She tried to yell but her voice was muffled by Bill's cock in her throat. Finally she spat him out and said "Not there, not now! You're trying to get me knocked up and you can't do it there! You can have my ass when we're all done but not now!" Everyone was surprised that she could even speak after coming so much. 

Bobili saw that Manuel was fuck-blind, not listening, and pulled him off Alice. "Here," she said, bending over on all fours. "If you've got to fuck someone in the ass, do me." Manuel leaned over Bobili and put it to her, popping through the sphincter and deep into her rectum without lubricant except for Alice's juices. Bobili took it with a grunt and let Manuel play with her little tits as he reamed her, without stopping, for another half hour. It was funny. For weeks Bobili had given pleasure to Alice without getting boned herself and when she first got the chance to fuck she got cornholed instead. 

Meanwhile, Alice had sat up and was rubbing her wet cunt, momentarily shaken out of her bliss by the assault on her asshole. "Who's turn is it?" She asked. Curt sat back down in front of her, rested and hard again. But before he began he pulled her to him and back, so that she lay on top of him, straddling his leg. Masturbating her with his thigh, he inserted his forefinger into her asshole and moved it gently in and out until she was relaxed and in rut again. Then he lifted her by the hips and set her down on his erect cock, sticking straight up to greet her. She was in her own world of blissful sensations and movement now. 

She rocked back and forth on him, eyes closed, like she was in a trance. When he felt himself get excited, Curt raised his hips and flipped her backward so that she fell on his dick and he rose up at the same time. She was suddenly aware of him now and alert to the pounding he started to give her. Like water flowing into a pool she felt herself flowing into another orgasm, which he joined. Her bliss was back.  Bill came next. He did her doggie style after putting cushions under her head and shoulders. Stroking her back and fondling her boobs, he pumped feeling almost no resistance, in contrast to the tight but wet pussy he had fucked just an hour before. Now she was so relaxed her insides felt like a marshmellow and so wet there was almost no friction.  

Gabe had her all the time, but Curt not so often, and he was happy to be fucking such a gorgeous creature. She really turned him on. She would turn him on if she was unconscious and her cunt was air. So he spurted, too, after a few minutes of watching himself enter and withdraw from her gorgeous hole. Alice was floating from one orgasm to another all this time, her cuntal contractions weak and twitchy, and her brain was in suspension while her mind was occupied with rut. 

Finally, after coming in Bobili's sore rectum, Manuel pulled out, fell on the floor, and went to sleep, exhausted by his superhuman exertions. It didn't matter. He had already made his contribution to the cause. Stumbling, the other men were sitting on chairs or on the floor, backs to the couch. Everyone has shot their wad for the day, at least with enough sperm to count. Their dicks were limp and covered with drying slime. 

Bobili went over to Alice, who had lifted herself slowly up off the cushions and was shaking her head. Alice was coming back to earth; the bliss she loved was slowly going away, replaced by a sleepy feeling of satisfaction. 

Bobili helped Alice up to the couch, stuffed a towel between her legs to sop up the goo, and pulled a blanket around her shoulders. Alice let herself be taken care of. She was looking forward to having Bobili wash her and put her to bed, as she sometimes did when Alice really overdid it at an orgy. 

Bobili spoke first, addressing the men. "OK, Sperm Bank! Listen up! This is no way to impregnate Alice. This afternoon was a cockup. One of you makes a deposit and the next bloke shoves it out again. And she's gonna get worn out if we do this day after day. Her cunt's not made of concrete, you know!" Alice knew that it was too early to tell how sore she would be the next day, but Bobili was right. She could only do this once a week or so. 

"I've a plan." Bobili continued. "You wankers should work in shifts.  Start at noon. An hour and a half each with her, with an hour in between to give the little spermies time to swim north. Two hours for dinner, nine hours for sleep. She gets a break in the morning.  She sleeps with whomever she pleases. Agreed?" The men, looking sheepish, murmured their agreement. 

Alice, rapidly falling asleep, mumbled that it was Ok with her and leaned on Bobili's shoulder. Bobili noticed that already Alice was beginning to smell of sweat, fishy stuff, and stale semen. 

Bobili shook Alice awake and got her to stand. With Gabe and Curt's holding her steady, they brought Alice into the huge master bathroom in the house, where Bobili set up a lawn chair from the patioin the middle of the big sunken tub and let her sit down. She washed Alice all over, hair and body, until Alice was clean again and could be put to bed.  She rubbed aloe vera onto Alice's cuntlips so they wouldn't be too sore. The one thing she didn't do was give Alice a douche. That would have been defeating the purpose.



Impregnating Alice Ch. 08



The next day they tried out Bobili's new system. After sleeping in late and having breakfast in bed, Alice let Bobili fuss over her. Her pelvis ached deep inside from coming but it was a familiar sensation and she wasn't as sore outside as she'd thought she'd be. This was probably as much because of all the manmade lubricant as the aloe vera. 

Noon came, a light lunch, and for the rest of the day each of the men came to Alice at a time set by their work schedules. On clean sheets and a soft bed, they made love one at a time, in their own way, taking their time. Afterwards, Alice would rest for a few minutes with her legs up just to be on the safe side. Give the little buggers every fighting chance, was what Bobili said. 

Alice felt better taking showers or a swim between her lovers, although she was a little worried that the swimming pool would wash away some semen or that the chlorine would kill the sperm. Sometimes Alice called in Bobili during a break and asked for something special for variety, like a massage with a vibrator or a butt plug. Bobili had her own tricks, however. Although most of the cockwork was going to Alice for the time being, some of the guys were still turned on after their time was up. Bobili happily brought them off a third of fourth time, figuring that by then there wasn't much sperm left for Alice anyway. 

Alice was always comfortable being fucked by Gabe or Curt -- they had been doing this for a long time but she had been on the pill before. Now that there was a reason for her to get pregnant, it was an additional thrill, making sex she had always enjoyed even more pleasurable. 

Bill and Manuel spiced it up for Alice. Bill was handy with his tool but fairly conventional in his tastes. She liked having sex with him because he stroked her a lot and worshipped her breasts all during the time he was recovering. Sometimes, when he was having trouble getting it up again, she would deep-throat him. He liked it but he would never ask for it. He was too shy. 

Manuel was another story. He was a wild man once he got started. He left huge wet spots and the room smelled like a railroad brothel (Bobili's comparison) when he was done. 

Manuel was still dying to get into Alice's ass. One day, a couple of weeks after the gang bang, she let him. He had already come three times and there probably wouldn't have been much there anyway. Also, she felt sorry for overreacting during her rut. Rather than make him come inside her cunt again, and let his good stuff wash out, she figured why not let him do what he wants. So, lying under him she grabbed her legs and tilted back until her rosebud was up and let him slide in. He was big around for this kind of thing -- it was easier to take when dicks were long and thin. It took him three or four thrusts to stuff it past her sphincter. After that he rocked back and forth holding her by the thighs, balls rolling on the sheets, until he broke out in a sweat and grunted. She felt a flood of warmth in her guts and then a feeling like she had to poop and he slid out. He was so happy. She didn't mind it but it wasn't her favorite sex. After that she let Bobili deal with Manuel's ass-hunger and that was fine with everyone. 

There was also a surprise in store. Bill and Manuel were away from their posts a lot. They could not have done that without approval from their supervisor, a guy named Roelf. Roelf was not a guy to mess around with. Roelf was director of security for Mr. Numbnuts and there was something very sinister about him. When he talked, people did not contradict him. Bill and Manuel would not think of crossing him. Curt had met with Roelf early on and briefed him on the whole situation. A few days after "Plan B" was put into operation Roelf said he wanted a meeting with everyone at the estate. He gave a precise time and date and specified which room. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that they should be there. Every one of them came a few minutes early. 

Alice, Gabe, and Bobili had never met Roelf before in person; they had only heard of his reputation. They did not know what to expect. When he arrived, they were completely unprepared. Roelf stood six feet seven and looked like a tank. He had a clipped moustache and military cut to his sandy blonde hair and the biggest biceps either woman had ever seen on a man. He spoke with a South African accent and he did not sit down. In his khaki uniform, he looked like he should be carrying a cavalry officer's whip or an AK-47. Roelf did not have to threaten. He could intimidate by just sitting there. One look in his eyes and it was obvious that he was capable of doing things you didn't want to know about. 

He had "ex-mercenary" written all over him. 

Roelf knew what was going on and had figured out that the future of the whole company depended on knocking up Alice. As director of security for Mr. Numbnuts, he would lose big time if there was no heir. Not only was he making big bucks, but Mr. Numbnuts had erased his past. He didn't want it back.

In plain language, Roelf told them what was on his mind. Mr. Numbnuts was losing his grip. He was neglecting his businesses. The idea of an heir was his obsession. He wanted daily reports on Alice and whether she was pregnant yet. His wife would never let him see her, he was sure. They didn't have to worry about a surprise visit anyway, as he was going to Europe for two months. The semen would arrive by air express. (It already had come that way a couple of times, from cities on the East Coast.) 

It was imperative that Alice conceive and fast, before Mr. Numbnuts did something stupid or was removed from his authority. He was therefore taking charge of the operation. Oh, and by the way, he was going to screw her himself, too. He had heard that she was the best lay in the world. 

Nobody doubted for a minute that Roelf would get his way. Alice would never have thought of refusing him. This was a man in charge. Besides, another set of balls was welcome. The guys were doing great but they were getting tired servicing Alice. It was getting increasingly difficult for the men to get it up the third time in the day, except for Manuel. If she chose one of them to sleep with, the guy's balls were achy the next morning and it was hard to make enough semen to do their shift -- sometimes it looked like water when it dribbled out of her cunt. 

So as far as Alice was concerned, Roelf's helping himself to her was not just a command she dare not refuse. It was an opportunity. His sperm meant variety and one more chance to nail that egg. 

To Bobili, it all seemed a little more than that. It seemed like Roelf had placed himself in charge of Alice's sexual life, which he was going to run efficiently but for his own benefit too. 

And so it happened that a fifth sperm donor was added to the roster, one Alice had not expected. Roelf did not follow the shift routine, of course. He came when he could or when he wanted, calling ahead on his car phone to be sure that Alice was ready. It was like she became Roelf's mistress, instead of Mr. Numbnuts', even though he never said anything or told her not to fuck the others. 

For Roelf's first time, Alice was expectant and curious. She was more than a little turned on by this new male in the house. He certainly had looked good and the outline of his dick in his khaki pants had been promising. Now, she lay on the bed in a filmy white negligee, the only one she had, figuring that he was probably a traditional sort of guy. A tough guy like Roelf probably liked his women soft. He probably responded to romance and would play out a fantasy of the big strong man protecting the little weak woman. Bobili had put on soft music and drawn the shades after helping Alice get ready, but deep down Bobili was a troubled. This man could hurt people. 

Alice waited for him, sitting propped up on pillows on the bed, lounging on the pink satin bedspread, thumbing through a magazine without reading a word. She wondered if he would melt into passion and whether he would treat her roughly or whether he would be surprisingly gentle, becoming like a big cuddly stuffed bear. She should have known that Roelf was no cuddly stuffed bear. 

He marched in, expressionless, and looked at her with cold steel-blue eyes. Alice suddenly felt afraid. A chill went down her back when she looked into those cold eyes. His gazes swept over her, pausing on her legs, stayed a long time on her crotch, her breasts, and her face. Alice, who hardly knew the meaning of the word modesty, suddenly felt herself blushing. 

Roelf did not speak. He just came to the side of the bed and reached out, cupping his hand behind her neck -- a strange gesture, she thought, and not altogether promising. After a minute of staring at her face with those chilling blue eyes he drew her head forward and kissed her roughly, his moustache scratching her nose. Then, without asking, showing concern or even signaling his intentions, he reached into her bodice with both hands and pulled her breasts out of the low bodice. She sat there in her peignoir with her soft, pillowy breasts hanging out, petrified, waiting for what would happen next. It was obvious that he intended her for his pleasure alone and any pleasure of hers would be strictly incidental. 

He backed away from the bed and took off his clothes. She noticed that he wore what seemed to be army underwear and she could hear the tinkle of dogtags. He neatly folded his clothes and draped them on a nearby chair. He took off his skivvieswith his back to her. All this time Alice scarcely breathed, sitting there with her breasts exposed. Then Roelf turned around. "Ohmigod!" Alice screamed. In ten years of sexual excess, she had never seen a cock this big. It was easily a foot long and yet it wasn't erect yet. It was bigger around than her forearm. Now, he smiled, an evil smile that sent shivers up her spine.  

"I don't know if I can take this," Alice said. "You'll take it," was all Roelf said. 

He sat down on the bed and started to play with Alice like she was a toy. He took off her negligee like he was taking the wrapping off a stereo component. Like he was going through a routine, he felt her up, fingered her cunt, kissed her tits, and put his thumb in her rosebud. She new exactly what he was doing and why it was so mechanical. He was trying to loosen her up so she could take him without splitting, but he really didn't care. There was no passion there, just cold routine efficiency. She had the feeling that if she couldn't manage to loosen up somehow, it would be her tough luck. If she couldn't take him, he'd take her anyway and if she split she split, as far as he was concerned. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to run away from a sexual encounter. 

And yet on the other hand Alice was fascinated. If pregnancy was going to be a test of her womanhood, this was a real test of something else, maybe her sexual tolerance. She passed into a different realm, not so much of rut as of submission, giving up her will to struggle. He sensed it and felt her relax. He poked his finger up her vagina to see if she was ready. The way he figured, if a baby could pass through it his prick certainly could. She was still dry and he knew she needed lubrication, so he bent down and started to lick her cunt. His moustache tickled but Alice felt that she dare not move. 

It was hard to know if he appreciated the delicacy of Alice's cuntlips or the sensitivity of her clit or the sheer visual beauty of her pubes. He was working toward a purpose, which was to get her wet enough for his pleasure. He used his tongue and mouth on her just for that purpose, ignoring her sexual needs. When he had done what he thought was enough, he stopped. He stretched Alice down on the bed and lay down on top of her. He dwarfed her at close range and she was completely covered by him. She was getting anxious again. Would he hurt her? Would she stretch? Would she rip? Would it damage her so she couldn't do the others for a long time? 

With his hands he forced her legs apart -- she hadn't realized that she had closed them -- and pointed his huge cock at her. He put it at her entrance. She noticed a big glob of precum already at the eye of his dick. 

He pushed. Alice pushed back. She had the awesome feeling that the tissues of her pelvis were caving in. He kept pushing and she knew he was in the right place but she didn't see how he could ever make it and it was starting to hurt. Just when she felt she had to cry out, whatever he thought, the big dick moved a little. The very tip cleared her opening, her cuntlips spread to either side, and the pressure was replaced by a slipping feeling. Her vagina was resisting him, fighting him as an intruder, but she was trying hard to relax it. He was still pushing hard, bearing down, slowly moving ahead by fractions of an inch. 

She felt herself stretching and stretching, then staying stretched at a frightening size as his tree trunk pushed into her. Alice broke out in a sweat. She had never felt so filled in her life. 

Finally, he paused. 

"That was hard," she whispered. 

"Yes. Now we do the rest." He started pushing again. 

Alice could have screamed. The massive prick was moving forward again, for what seemed like an eternity. She felt it moving a little faster, then she felt a fullness in her belly. He had hit bottom. Well, she thought, that was as far as he could go. Not so. To her horror she felt him moving deeper and felt her own cunt expanding until it felt like there was nothing left in her pelvis but his prick. 

Finally he stopped. Then, he started pumping. At first, he took her with him and her whole impaled body seemed to move up and down with his penis. Then, little by little, he started to slip in and out. She noticed that she was relaxing and that there was wetness. Her vagina was responding for her. Sweet lubrication! Her cunt was coming through for her in her hour of need! 

When he finally came, she felt a flood of warmth in her belly and a rosy feeling of accomplishment. He pulled out slowly but easily and when he came all the way out it was like taking a cork out of a wine bottle. Jism flowed everywhere and wet the bed. Her cunt suddenly felt empty and wide open. She covered her opening with her hand to keep from losing the precious sperm. Then she scooted down and raised her pelvis high to show him what he had done to her. 

He sat on the bed and watched her gape down below until her cunt muscles adjusted and came back to their usual size. She felt bigger than she had every felt before but she could also feel herself slowly going back to normal. She wondered how she looked down there. 

Once she got used to Roelf's cock, she was never afraid of it again. Every time he penetrated her, it was like going off with him to a far away place that she could never reach with others. For a while, she wanted Roelf to come to her nights to sleep with her, after the shiftwork was over. Roelf was called upon to do extra duty. He rose to the occasion and on more than one morning he was seen striding out of her bedroom, jaw set for the work of the day, uniform perfectly pressed, talking on the cellphone as he got ready to drive the long commute to the security division headquarters. 

Gabe did not know how to feel about this -- after all, he and Alice weren't really in a relationship but he had obviously been her favorite fuckbuddy before. Now this South African hunk had shoved him aside in Alice's eyes. 

Even so, Gabe's sex with Alice was still great -- she was just incapable of a bad lay, he thought. Still, it wasn't the same. He wondered if just maybe he was getting soft, at least in his feelings.



Impregnating Alice Ch. 09



The first week of the third month Gabe came to the estate with a smile on his face. He held a lab report.

At Boboli's call, everyone - except Roelf, who wasn't there - gathered in the living room. Alice was all smiles -- she felt a telltale glow -- and was dressed for the occasion in a little blue dress, which more demure than anything she usually wore, not that she had been wearing much of anything for three months. She sat in a chair in the center of the room, demure, with her legs crossed at the ankle. 

"Well," Gabe started, laughing, "I'm sure you can guess the good news." 

Bobili squealed and clapped her hands as she turned to Alice. "Congratulations honey -- you're preggers!" 

Curt was greatly relieved and it showed. He hugged Boboli and squeezed her boob. 

Alice beamed. 

Alice accepted their kisses and hugs. "Now we move on to the next phase of the project. I've got a muffin in the oven and we can't take any chances. Gabe, what changes do we need to make in the sexual relations department?" 

He misunderstood her for a moment, thinking that she was talking about the two of them. He wanted to tell her that that depended on Roelf. "I guess you guys aren't going to want to stop this arrangement cold," Alice explained. "I'm still good for a couple, three times a day but I need to taper off a bit. My cunny has been sore for three weeks. But what should we be doing to protect our future heir in here?" She pointed to her own womb. 

Gabe shrugged. "Not much for a while. No rough stuff. But normal sex isn't dangerous during pregnancy. When you get big, maybe we'll have to think of different positions because it can be uncomfortable on your back." Everyone was very relieved. By now regular sex with Alice had become an addiction for each of them. 

They stopped the shift schedule, in favor of a more flexible arrangement. For several weeks, Alice felt herself getting more and more horny but in a different way, warm and mellow. Now she wanted to fuck just because it made her feel good, not to get knocked up. Her hormones were giving her a a new and very different type of sex experience. She wanted to take full advantage of the experience while it lasted. 

After that, Alice did it with whomever she wanted whenever she wanted, usually three or four times a day. Alice got more oral with them and they got more oral with her, since there was no longer a need to concentrate on penetration and dropping a load in her cunt. She could have sex any way she wanted, within reason. Alice even went back to one or two of the swingers' parties, with the guards and Roelf keeping quiet about it. Each time, she got it on a couple of times and then switched to oral couplings with girls; that was good for her, too. She was so horny she refused to go home from one orgy and it was an hour later that they finally talked her into leaving for her health. 

Roelf still came over when he could, but things were getting busier and busier at the company. Mr. Numbnuts was relying on him more and more to handle his business and to protect his wife. He was concerned about kidnapers and scam artists and terrorists and industrial espionage. Roelf spent more and more time at the office and protecting Mr. Numbnuts' wife and less and less time in Alice's bed. Gabe noticed this and felt, to his surprise, a sense of relief that Roelf was fading out of the picture. Where did that feeling come from, he wondered. He thought -- it's not like Alice and I have a claim on each other. 

Since there was no further need to conserve sperm for Alice, Bobili got laid a lot more, too. The guards loved her anus. 

Within a couple of months, Roelf didn't come by much anymore because Mr. Numbnuts was going crazy with orders and new directives, figuring that he didn't have much time left. He was getting paranoid, it seemed. 

So things went for many weeks. Alice's pregnancy unfolded without a problem. A little bit of morning sickness passed after a while. Her tummy got a little rounder. She put on a little weight. Her lovers noticed that she went into bliss more easily and was even hornier than usual. She was playful and seemed happy. After a while she didn't seem to want to sneak out of the estate even when she could. She took up knitting. She hummed to herself. Sometimes it seemed like she was high on hormones. 

Everyone said she looked really good. There were other changes over time, too. Her lovers noticed that she seemed to get wetter faster. Her cunt seemed softer, somehow. She seemed to orgasm deeper than ever the first time she came in the day. Her multiple orgasms lasted a little longer. She spent hours sucking cock. After a few months, it seemed like an obsession with her to taste jism every day at least, several times a day if she could. She became very oral for about three weeks and then that seemed to stop. For a while afterward, she was masturbating two or three times a day on top of the sex, in front of her friends. 

Later still, her belly started to swell. She glowed and her peaches complexion got a little rosier. It started to be uncomfortable for her to lie flat, so she started experimenting with new positions, like sitting on the cock with the guy in a chair, or leaning over the arm of the couch. She let Manuel take her in the ass again, then let him as often as he liked, sometimes twice a day. It was very tight but somehow satisfying to her. This went on for several weeks even though her ass was often sore, but then that phase ended, too, and Manuel went back to relying on Boboli. 

By the eighth month, month eleven of her deal, Alice was starting to want to get it over with. She had enjoyed her time in the land of the knocked up but now her sides were aching and her belly was really big, at least to her. (Gabe told her she was perfectly normal for her time.) Her areola were much darker now, almost purple. Her breasts were sore all the time. Her ankles got swollen. The sex dropped off because of her discomfort. By the ninth month, she was counting the days off until the big day. She couldn't wait, it seemed, until the baby dropped. 

There was one thing at the end Alice did enjoy, though. She started lactating. Oozing just a bit at first and then flowing like a faucet when she pinched herself, her tits made milk. She loved the way her tits felt and let the guys suck on them as long as they wanted, sometimes for an hour or more. She got a dreamy, blissful expression on her face and sometimes it seemed like that moved her more than orgasm. Sometimes at night Bobili would cuddle up to her and suckle on Alice while fondling Alice's cunt. Alice got some of her hardest comes that way. The few times at the end she let herself get penetrated, she always wanted on top and she bent over to let her lovers suckle her tits while they fucked her. 

But all things come to an end, it seems, and so did her deeply personal sexual adventure through pregnancy. It had been exciting and rewarding to her but the nine months were almost up, She had gone through the experience, she now knew what it was like, and it was time for thelast of it. She had to give birth. 

Gabe and Bobili had arranged for a private staff -- namely, the two of them -- in a private room in a secluded wing of a private hospital, a room usually usually reserved for celebrities. Some preparation, done very quietly but involving a lot of money, ensured no peeping staff, no detailed administrative records, no insurance forms. Alice went in a few days early, just to be on the safe side. 

In a nicely furnished "birthing room" that looked like a living room with a bed, Alice was sitting with the friends that had stuck with her through all this. She felt something. Over the next several hours she felt more and more that this was going to be the day. 

It was. 



Impregnating Alice Ch. 10



"Oh-oh!" I think it's starting!" Bobili shooed everybody out and got Alice into position. Everything was ready. Alice had a healthy, strong uterus and it only took an hour but to her it was the adventure of a lifetime. Bobili assisted and Gabe delivered the child, a bouncing, perfectly normal boy. 

Alice suddenly became very sad because he would soon be leaving her. 

The next day, after Alice had rested, everyone came to visit and to celebrate. Alice was propped up in bed, wearing just a blue silk pajama top that buttoned down the front. The thin sheet and covers outlined her hips and legs. In spite of the fact that she had just given birth, she looked as sexy and delicious as ever. Cigars and champagne were passed around. Curt, Gabe, Bobili, and the guards all gathered around to admire the baby. Bill had brought a teddy bear and Manuel had brought a baby rattle. 

Boboli, as the only obstetric nurse taking care of Alice, was exhausted. She had been working flat out for a week to get ready, sleeping at the hospital when she wasn't running errands and getting medical supplies. Everything was focused on preparations for Alice's delivery and she was doing nothing else. Even sex was put on hold. She had even run out of birth control pills but had had no time to get the prescription refilled. Curt would just have to take me in the ass for a while until I get around to it, she thought. Now she was basking in the successful delivery and a feeling of relief that all had gone well. 

Alice opened the pajama top and nursed the baby in front of her friends without a second thought to cover herself. She was still feeling detached and distracted. She was glad that the birth had gone well and that the baby boy was fine but her heart was sad. The idea that the boy would soon be leaving her weighed heavily on her mind. They all knew it and sympathized with her. 

At about that moment, Roelf walked in. Nobody had expected him. His face was grim. His jaw was set. 

For a moment, seeing those cold eyes again after several weeks, Alice felt an old twinge of fear. For a brief, fleeting moment, she thought that Roelf had come to bone her today, of all days, with her vagina sore and swollen and healing. 

"I've got important news." Roelf was obviously in a hurry. 

"Roelf, look," Gabe said. "We're kind of in the middle of a difficult situation here. Alice just had the baby and now we're helping her deal with losing him to Mr. Numbnuts. Can it wait a while?" 

Roelf didn't blink. "No it cannot. The man you call Mr. Numbnuts is dead." 

"What?" Everyone gasped. Alice looked like an abandoned soul. Bobili turned white. Gabe and Curt just stared. Finally Gabe said "You mean we were too late? His disease got him sooner than he thought?" 

"No, not exactly." Roelf explained, "He got hit by a bus in New York while crossing the street. I don't think anything was ever really wrong with him. He was just crazy." 

"What about the deal?" Curt asked. 

"Well, I know a little bit more about this than I'm supposed to," Roelf started to explain. "His wife doesn't want any part of the deal. She doesn't want the child, she doesn't want the company, she just wants the cash and a new life. She will be worth hundreds of millions and she's still good-looking. The last thing she wants is a child to tie her down. She says that all the time she was with the guy her sex life stank because he wouldn't do her. She says I was too good at security for her to risk getting a lover, because I would catch her for sure. She wants to move away, get boyfriend, shop, and screw the rest of long and happy life away in a beach house." 

Alice started to cry. She had her own special reasons for being emotional and they did not include mourning Mr. Numbnuts. "I went through this for nothing? His wife is going to stiff me for the money? What will happen -- ohmigod! -- what about the kid! I have no husband! I haven't had a job for a year! I'll need to work during the day and now I'll have a kid at home to tie me down and I don't have a husband to help me!" 

Alice said, "I can't take this. This is too much. How can I have a little boy around the house when my whole life revolves around having sex?" She broke out in tears. She was clearly out of control emotionally now. 

"What am I going to do?" She was clearly going into a panic. Everyone noticed, however, that she hadn't said a word about giving the boy up for adoption. She had obviously already decided in that split second to keep him. 

Roelf chuckled. "It is not as bad as all that. She will pay you your money -- all of it. She doesn't even want to hear about the child. She just wants everything to go away." 

Gabe, Curt, Boboli and the guards huddled around her now, hugging her, stroking her, patting her bruised but resilient pussy, and, in the case of Boboli, gently milking her into a bowl, which she somehow found very calming. 

At that moment she realized that one and any man in that room at that particular moment was the baby's father, not that it really mattered much who. They were all more than fuckbuddies. They had shared a common experience. They were a community that had had achieved a goal, that had been committed to knocking her up and had succeeded brilliantly. Her best friends and comrades, the loyal guards, and this powerful, dangerous man would surely help her in this, her hour of need. 

While everyone was looking at Alice and Alice was crying in relief, Roelf slipped out the door quietly. They would never see him again. He met his former employer's widow in the limousine parked outside. They did not have much time before her private jet would take them to France and he had to change his identity papers yet again before they left. 

Through her tears, Alice noticed that her friends weren't saying anything. Curt was frowning. Bobili was looking at her feet. Gabe was looking at the ceiling. Bill, and Manuel were looking puzzled because they weren't in on it. 

"What?" Alice asked. 

Gabe cleared his throat. "If you need a husband, why don't you marry me? Besides, I'm the only guy in the room who brought a ring to give you." He produced a small box with a diamond ring. "I was going to give this to you yesterday but we got busy in the delivery room. Somehow it didn't seem like the right time." 

Alice was speechless. "And the boy?" 

"Of course," Gabe said. 

Alice broke down in tears of relief and Gabe came over to hug her and sit on the bed, looking down Alice's top as he did. The security guys wished them every happiness and as of that moment, who ever was the father the boy had two godfathers. 

Curt came over and hugged Alice in her bed and then hugged Bobili, patting her rear end. Bobili looked at the tender scene in front of her and said "This is bleedin' beautiful." 

"Would you ever want to do this?" Curt asked. 

"Damn straight I would!" Bobili said, with feeling. 

"Well, maybe that can be arranged. First, will you marry me? Second, will you drop your jeans and bend over?" 

Curt came over to her, unzipped himself, and then started to unbuckle her belt as she stood there, stunned. 

Curt bent her over the bed and as Alice and Gabe held her hands and the guards fondled her soft handfuls of tit, he mounted Boboli and in one long thrust buried himself all the way. They rocked together in and out, all six of them, until Boboli moaned in pleasure and Curt shot a hot load of creamy semen into her unprotected snatch. As he withdrew, it started to drip out of her but Curt quickly lifted her on the bed next to Alice, where they could all run their fingers through her sticky pubic hair and fondle her come-slick cuntlips. 

Nine months later, they all sat in the same room and this time Bobili was in the bed.