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Fertility

By: blackeyedgirl



Chapter 1

Beth swung her bare leg over her husbands and pressed her bare pussy into his boxer shorts.

Max looked at her distractedly "What, now?"

"I'm ovulating," She explained.

"Alright," he sighed.

He poked his four inch cock through the flies in his boxers and stroked it.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Wait..." he despondently tried to get hard.

He finally got it semi erect and she tried to mount him.

"Ouch," she complained.

"Use the lube."

A tube of lube sat on the bedside table. It had been more and more necessary in recent times. She squoze a glob into her hand and rubbed it into herself.

She sat on her husbands cock unceremoniously.

"I really think we should visit that clinic," she pressed her pussy into him joylessly. 

"What?" he asked.

She rocked her body from side to side, trying to get some pressure against her pussy walls but it felt as if her husbands cock was lost in there.

"The Hardy's went there and she got pregnant within a week," She stopped her pumping, "they'd been trying to get pregnant for longer than us."

"Look," his face was grumpy, "this isn't really doing it for me."

She felt his semi-hardness go completely soft inside her.

She lifted off him and he rolled over away from her.

"I'm sorry," he said as he bunched into a foetal position and stared grimly at the wall.

"I need a piss," she stated flatly.

She left the room.

Beth sat on the toilet seat and edged forward so she could touch herself. Unbeknownst to her husband, this had become part of their nightly ritual. Baby making sex was important but ultimately mechanical.

She tried to visualize Colin Farrell or Brad Pitt making love to her as she rubbed her pussy lips. Usually this could get her off. But tonight all she could think was that neither Farrell nor Pitt were getting her pregnant. Lacking the concentration to reach orgasm she flushed the toilet in a half hearted attempt at subterfuge and went back to bed. Has it really come to this? She wondered as she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2

The next day they made an appointment for the private Fertility clinic they had been recommended. Within days of the phone call they were asked to come in to take a look around.

"I know it was short notice," the doctor formed a triangle with his elbows on the desk and his hands in front of his chin, "but we like our prospective mothers to feel absolutely comfortable with the place before committing to treatment."

Beth and her husband Max sat in the plush leather chairs in the head doctors¡¯ office.

Beth had dark black hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was five foot and slightly chubby, but she wore her weight well on her child-baring hips and cute round cheeks.

"That's quite alright," Beth smiled warmly.

"Now Lee will guide you around the clinic and tell you everything you need to know," the doctor moved his hands from under his chin and tapped a biro in the table, "You'll find him in the clinic's gym facilities along with most of our clients."

Beth and Max entered the gym. It was filled with various young women of every type. All of them were on machines, pulling weights.

Beth looked at their faces and recognized their expressions. Every single one was the picture of lust. She followed their eye line to see a tall black gentleman on a rowing machine.

Max hadn't seemed to notice the female¡¯s reactions, "That must be Lee," he said.

Lee's muscles were bulging and unbulging as he worked the machine. He was wearing shorts and trainers and a sleeveless tee-shirt.

"That's it," Lee pulled the row rope, "just a few more Mrs. Brady..."

Beth looked at the woman Lee was training. Her eyes were fixed on his crotch area as she pulled the weights in front of her chest. Beth followed the woman's gaze and saw the trainer's red shorts had ridden down and the top of his pubic hair was visible. Underneath that was a huge bulge. Her eyebrows rose in shock; she did not know they could get that big.

Despite Beth's cheeky and sometimes laddish behaviour she was actually rather sexually inexperienced. She had met Max at university in the Beer-tasting society and lost her virginity to him. She had not seen any other cocks but his, except in her imagination of course.

Lee spotted their presence.

"I'll be with you in a moment," he flashed a charming smile.

"Just one more push Mrs. Brady." Lee pulled on his machine too.

Mrs. Brady gave it her all then collapsed.

"Very good," he released the machines handle.

Lee stood from the machine and dabbed the sweat off his forehead with a towel.

"I usually train at the same time as our clients to help their motivation," he explained.

"You're a personal trainer?" asked Max.

"Well yes and no." Lee stretched his arm across his front, warming down, "My family own this hospital. Old money, don't ask. I'm training to be a doctor but I don't like the idea of getting my family to pay for my tuition so I work here to pay off the fees."

"That's very admirable," Max nodded in approval.

"They also let me perform some nurses duties, as I'm in medical school," Lee threw the towel into a corner.

"What kind of doctor?" Beth wondered.

"Oh, a heart surgeon," Lee fixed her with a professional look. "As you can see we encourage our women to keep up a daily exercise regimen, as a healthy woman is a fertile woman. Come on; let me show you the rooms."

He led the couple upstairs.

The room was very luxurious. Beth looked around.

"Basically the client stays here for one week," Lee showed her the room, "During that time we control her food intake and exercise, and we take nightly fertility tests to add to our conclusions."

"A week?" Max raised his eyebrows.

"I know it's a long time," Lee explained, "but you must realize although there are no guarantees, we have a 98% success rate."

"98%? Wow, that's high," Beth couldn't hold back a smile. "What do you think, Max?"

"I have to admit," Max nodded, "it does seem like the best way forward."

"Good," Lee smiled. "I'll take you back through to Doctor Craig."

Chapter 3

Maybe it was the thought of finally getting pregnant driving Beth's hormones wild. Beth didn't know what it was but something was making her very horny since she had visited the clinic.

She started picking out her sexier clothes which she hadn't worn since her clubbing days, and found herself thinking about sex almost constantly.

The evening of the day before, she had got all ready to seduce her husband. She put on her sexiest lingerie, shaved her legs and puffed perfume on her breasts. But when she got into bed next to her oblivious husband, something strange happened. She felt that she didn't want to have sex with him - instead she felt like skipping the foreplay, and going straight into the toilet to touch herself.

So there she sat in high-heels and lingerie, with no-one to admire her, running her fingers through her own bush.

She tried to get into one of her normal fantasies. Brad Pitt the Mechanic, Colin Farrell the life guard. What about Colin Farrell the personal trainer? She envisioned him there on a rowing machine, muscles bulging more than they ever had on film, the huge meat in his shorts straining against the thin red fabric.

She imagined herself as she was dressed now standing over him, whilst he admired her figure as the sexiest he had ever seen. She looked down at his washboard stomach which was dripping beads of sweat down onto his pubic hair visible above his low slung shorts.

His skin seemed unusually dark as she straddled him and impaled herself and sank down on his massive member.

As it bottomed out in her fantasy, her shaking orgasm came across her in real life. It was the best she'd had in years.

"Wow" she thought, "that was strange".

Chapter 4

They were in the clinic. Beth unpacked her clothes into the closet. If this was to be her home for the next week she might as well settle in.

"You're going to be okay?" Max asked.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," Beth refolded some underwear that had become crumpled in transit.

"I'll be going to London for a few days while you're in here," Max worried, "so if you need me..."

"Call your mobile," she took out her suspender belt, not sure why she'd brought it, "yes you've already told me several times. I'll be fine."

After her husband had left Beth climbed out of her clothes and slipped on the provided gown. As she got into bed, she realised that she had the privacy to do anything she wanted without having to pop to the bathroom. Thoughts of Colin Farrell popped into her head, only this time somehow his face was blurred, indistinct. Only the dark bulging muscles, and tight red shorts were in sharp focus. 

Her fingers slipped down towards her belly. "No harm in it" she thought.

Just then there was a knock at the door and Lee entered.

"Sorry to bother you Mrs. Clifton, but its time for your first test."

"Oh, right," Beth felt redness enter her cheeks.

"Would you mind opening your legs for me Mrs. Clifton?" Lee approached her

"Are you going to do it?" Beth was surprised.

"Is that a problem?" He paused mid approach.

"No... that's okay."

She moved her feet apart. Lee held her thigh in his hand.

It was the first time in her memory she had been touched by a black person, skin on skin. Her thigh tingled.

He gently put a swab to her sex.

"Oh!" Beth's pussy was eager to be touched, and she let out the gasp by mistake.

Beth silently prayed he couldn't tell she had been so recently aroused.

"Is it cold?" Lee caught her eye.

"No, you're very... its not so bad," she relaxed a bit.

"Right," he screwed the swab into a bottle. "We'll just send that to the lab for testing. Then I'll be back tomorrow for another sample."

As soon as he left the room she rubbed her pussy till she came hard.

She didn't see Lee or any of the doctors the next day. She was too shy to speak to any of the other patients so she spent the day in her room watching day-time TV repeats of Jerry Springer.

As she stepped out of the shower, her thoughts drifted back to last night¡¯s examination. If she was going to have a load of doctors peering at her pussy over the next week, she was going to have it looking its best. She started off with a trim of her pubic hair, but once it was so short, she thought she might as well shave it off completely. She had never done this before but she understood that this was what men found most appealing.

That night Lee came back. As he peered between her legs it was his turn for a surprise.

"Oh!" he said towards her pussy.

"What is it?" she lifted her head from the pillow.

"It's just you¡¯re... er..." he trailed off embarrassed.

"Oh that, yes," she smiled at his shyness. "I shaved it because, well, if you were going to be down there a lot I thought it might as well be, you know, presentable."

"Well yes, it looks very... erm... so you did this for... me?" He looked at her face.

"I suppose so," she laid her head back on the pillow. "I'm surprised you remembered my pussy so well that you noticed!"

"Well, I did..." he smiled.

Lee finished the examination and suddenly Beth became embarrassed. Maybe it was because there was a division in her mind between examination and exposure, and once the examination had finished, the line had been crossed. So she pulled the gown down to cover herself.

The next day she met Lee in the Gym for scheduled exercise. He had his gym clothes on again and she had put on her provided workout gear. Sweat pants and sports bra. 

"Try that one for size," He lifted her body easily onto a machine.

She giggled despite herself as he lifted her as if she was feather-light. In fact to his 6 foot bulky frame, her pixie-ish 5 foot did look very light.

During that day, Lee and Beth became close. He had a certain way about him that made Beth feel comfortable. He obviously found her company easy too, as he even told her at one point that she had become like a sister to him in that short amount of time.

Beth hadn't really known many black people to talk to and as they were so comfortable with each other he let her experiment by feeling his hair and skin. When she felt his flesh she closed her eyes and tried to tell if it was different from touching a white persons skin, for example her husbands. But even after Lee let her feel him for a good long while she could not tell if it was the same or different. She was also very curious about his muscles. She had never felt a ripped washboard stomach against hers before. Lee laughed as he lifted up his tee-shirt to offer it to her. She was glad that he found her curiosity cute. His stomach was way harder than her husbands and it made her tummy skin tingle in a strange way. But soon it was time for them to separate as he had to spend some time with the other clients and had already spent way too much time with her. She didn't see him again until that evening when it was time for here nightly test.

Chapter 5

Lee entered her room that night.

"I'm sorry I was just working out," Lee tugged his sweaty tee-shirt with a massive fist, "I had no time to change. The tests are very accurately timed. I hope you don't mind."

"That's alright," Beth scootched over on the bed.

"In fact you've had quite a good look at me, it's about time we evened up the score," she flirted.

"Well, I'm sorry all the same. It's not very professional looking."

"I'm sure you'd look just as dignified naked as with a white coat on!" She teased.

"Don't you think dignity is important in a doctor?"

"I don't feel very dignified here," she parted his feet, "legs spread, pussy gaping in front of a stranger..."

"What would make you feel more comfortable?" Lee sat on the edge of the bed.

"Well, I couldn't ask..." Beth stopped herself.

"Yes?" He raised one eyebrow quizzically.

"It wouldn't be allowed," she tried to dismiss him.

"Just ask then we'll find out," he wasn't going to let it drop.

"Well," she brushed hair from her cheek, "if you were in the same boat, then there would be nothing to be ashamed of."

"Okay."

"Okay?" Beth's eyes widened with surprise.

"Okay, but don't breathe a word of this to anyone. I could loose my job, get kicked off my course."

"Mum's the word," she smiled at the unintentional pun.

Lee took the elastic waist band in his thumbs and lowered his shorts over his cock.

Beth couldn't help giving a quick burst of air.

It was 8 inches when flaccid and almost as thick as her wrist.

"Yes, I know; it's a monster," Lee was almost ashamed.

Beth caught her breath, "What's wrong with that?"

"Well," he shrugged, "most girls are scared of it."

"Well I think it¡¯s very..." she trailed off to a whisper.

"They think it won¡¯t fit inside them," he sat on the bed.

"But it will?" She lifted herself onto her elbows so she could see it.

"Yeah it will, if you try..."

"I don't think I could fit that up me..." She shook her head; eye's sizing up the monster, "I mean, I've never even seen one that big."

Lee looked at her pussy. 

"Looking at you," he seemed to be sizing up the area between her clitoris and her belly button, "based on my knowledge I'd bet you could."

"No way!" She giggled, "It would stretch me to pieces!"

"Oh there would be some stretching," he looked back at his own member, "but I'm sure I could get it in."

"And that's you're medical opinion, is it?" She spoke through her giggles.

"That's my opinion," he nodded, "but until we test it out, it's just conjecture."

"Well, I guess we'll have to see."

It was Lee's turn to be surprised, "Are you serious?"

"Just as a medical experiment," she shrugged, "just see if it will go in, then pull it out again, right?"

"If you're sure about this..." he turned to face her.

"Come on, we're both adults," she winked, "it¡¯s not like it¡¯s an affair. We're not going to fuck, just see if it fits."

"Okay," Lee acquiesced.

Lee climbed further onto the bed between her legs as his cock rose to attention.

"Now don't get too excited," Beth said a little worried as she saw the already huge member grow even larger, "We don't want you're precome getting me pregnant!"

"The chances of getting pregnant from precome are minimal," he reassured.

"Good... look," she put her hand on his muscular chest, stopping him, "before you stretch me, it will go back, right?"

"I think so, if I only put it in and take it out," he looked her in the eye. "Ready?"

She blew out a jet of air, trying to calm her nerves, "Okay, go."

Beth felt the head of his cock part her labia. He pushed in an inch but then got stuck.

"Ooh, ouch" her face scrunched with the pain. This was a different pain from her husband trying to enter her when she wasn't wet; she was very wet, she realised - it was a pain only comparable to when she first lost her virginity.

"Sorry," Lee paused.

He pulled out half an inch, then went back in a whole inch.

"Ah!" she panted.

"Sorry," Lee looked at her.

"No, it just feels so..." she struggled to find an appropriate adjective, "big! Okay, go."

He worked it into her body by pulling out a bit, then thrusting it a little deeper in. Pretty soon it was at the depth her husband had reached.

"This is the deepest I've ever had one..." She told him.

She had realised that Lee's cock would go in further than any before, but she hadn't realised how it would feel emotionally.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked

"No, god no..." she implored, "keep going."

Another eight inches deeper and he bottomed out on her cervix. At the exact point his balls pressed to her labia. It occurred to her then it was exactly the right size.

Beth's body shook unintentionally.

As he reached his cock in deep as it could go he didn't stop the rhythm of rocking back and forth on her. And she realised it had gone way beyond a playful experiment and he had lost control into full sex.

A great worry overtook her. She was sure her husband would have hated this man penetrating her, but she knew in herself that this wasn't really cheating. Just putting two parts of bodies together. But now with him rubbing his shaft on her insides, repeatedly kissing her cervix with the tip of his cock she knew this was wrong.

"I can't do this!" her body went rigid as the hard cock inside her.

"What?"

"I'm serious," she pushed at his shoulders, "pull out! Someone could find out; everyone will think I'm some kind of slut."

"You're not a slut," he gently thrust back into her. "No one will know."

"I'm serious..." her face was determined, "this has gone way too far."

"Okay," he said sadly.

He pulled out of her. It was all she could do not shuffling down to keep him inside her. Her body screamed for her to keep him inside but her mind and heart told her it was wrong.

The head plopped out of her wet pussy.

She panted.

"You want me to leave?" Lee was apologetic.

"No, but you'd better do the rest of the examination then leave."

"If that's what you want," he nodded.

"What I want is..." his invasion of her body had set her emotions into a confused whirl, "look I'm here trying for a baby with my husband. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry," he hung his head. "This was completely wrong. I'm sorry."

"It wasn't completely wrong," she tried not to show a smile, "but we'll have to leave it at that."

Chapter 6

Doctor Craig flipped through Beth's charts. Could it be he'd got the figures wrong? He looked again at the dates and then the oestrogen levels. No, he wasn't wrong, it all made perfect sense even if it was an unusual scenario. He looked at his watch. If he was correct, and he knew he was he'd better talk to Mrs. Clifton as quickly as possible. He left his office and found her room.

"Mrs. Clifton?" he opened the door.

"Yes?" she sat on the end of the bed.


Fertility Cocktail



Their group had grown from two to four, then from four to six, and now there were ten. It had started as just a "drink after work" on payday, but it had become a monthly "Girl's night out" that they all enjoyed. With more of them, they could all kick in a few dollars and make their outing into a full-fledged party.

They all looked forward to their "Friday after payday" bashes. Many changed clothes after they arrived. 'Casual Friday's' were fine, but sexy 'out-for-fun' clothes were better. Skirts and dresses usually replaced pants. The club provided them with a private party room. Things typically started with a few drinks until everyone was there. Then it was time for dinner with a generous portion of office gossip and general 'dish' that accompanied high spirits and alcoholic spirits.

They sat at a large, round table. It was the perfect table for them because they could talk and laugh with each other without having to 'talk across' anyone else. They had already started a fun 'tradition' by designating a 'head chair' at the table. Everyone took their turn in the head chair and received the special touches that went with that honor. Among the privileges of the head chair was mixing the "Fertility Cocktail", and it had become a highlight of the evening.

Things usually started right after work, about 5:30 and dinner was normally around 6:00. Wine and cocktails, camaraderie, and gossip made for great relaxation after a long, grinding workweek. Following dinner the waiter cleared the table and served a generous round of drinks. A bottle of pink champagne with one large stemmed glass, a stirring rod, and a corkscrew were placed at the head chair. Once the waiter left the room, the door would be locked and no one else would be allowed into or out of the room until the 'head chair' opened the door again.

The music was thundering over the laughter and conversation when the first man arrived. He was dressed as a burly construction worker with tool belt and hard hat. He began to dance almost immediately, making his way around the table as he slowly removed his clothes. Cheers and whistles greeted him as he made his rounds. Some hands reached out for a grab, a pat, or a 'feel' of the 'merchandise'. Soon he was dressed only in a tiny "G" string, work boots, and his tool belt. Dollars quickly graced his tool belt as he pulled two large vibrators from his tool belt and brandished them at his screaming audience. His muscular body was shiny in the lights as he teased each woman, coming close to thrust his hips at her and to kiss and touch when allowed. As the excitement continued to build, more of the women stuffed dollars directly into his bulging pouch, taking time to explore the 'goodies' contained inside. Some stood up to dance with him as he skillfully maneuvered the vibrators along their bodies. Sometimes he would put one vibrator back into his tool belt as his hand openly traveled from a woman's hair to her shoulders and breasts. The more aggressive he was, the louder the shouts and screams. He would crush her hips against his, then slide his hand onto her bottom as he moved the other vibrator between her legs. The screams of excitement and the laughter filled the room as he moved around, sometimes having to pull away from one woman to go to the next.

In the midst of the action, the second man arrived dressed as a suave airline pilot carrying a brief case. Even as the first dancer continued to tease and entertain, the second man began his rounds of the table allowing his hosts to fondle him and pull at his clothes. He was careful to keep moving while he slowly removed his clothes to reveal his shiny, muscular body. The dancers coordinated carefully to be at opposite sides of the table. The pilot put down his brief case to dance with women and do some 'exploring' with them. By now he too wore only a small "G" string that was stuffed with dollars. When he got back to his case, he opened it to take out a large, penis-shaped vibrator. The he made the rounds of the laughing, cheering, and screaming women, pausing to kiss and tease and to "feel and be felt".

By now, panties were beginning to slide off. Those who wanted some "special attention" had only to turn their chairs away from the table to attract a dancer. One and sometimes both of the men would soon arrive to nibble and fondle to the chorus of cheers and laughter. The buzzing vibrators would soon tingle sensitive areas of willing participants. For those who wished it, a dancer would kneel between her legs, flip up her skirt, and generate even more excitement with a skilled tongue. Orgasms were greeted with cheers and toasts.

Before long, the "G" strings were gone and the naked dancers continued to make their way around the table. Chants of "Get it up! Get it up" began to be heard. The dancers stopped before each woman to receive encouragement in the form of a few words, smile or a touch. Some were very enthusiastic and their fondling and stroking were quickly rewarded as penises began to swell. Cheers greeted the fully erect cocks that curved gracefully toward the owners' chests. Busy female hands now rubbed stiff cocks against their faces and across their bodies. Soft, gentle strokes and sparkling eyes brought smiles to the dancer's faces. A few used their lips to hold a dancer in place with a special treat. Some cupped swinging testicles as their hands rhythmically slid up and down a hardened cock.

The party continued until the woman in the head chair stood and picked up the bottle of champagne. She held it over her head and called out, "Fertility cocktail?" 

A roaring cheer from the others was the response. The head chair put the bottle back onto the table and picked up the corkscrew. The two dancers moved up and stood on either side of her, slowly stroking their cocks and teasing the women nearby. The head chair handed the bottle and the corkscrew to one of the dancers. The man twisted the corkscrew into the top of the bottle and pulled the cork out with a pop. A cheer went up from around the table. He sat the bottle down and returned to stroking his stiff cock. Both men put on a show of facial expressions and hand techniques while they performed for their audience. As they stroked faster and more intensely, the room became oddly quiet. All eyes were glued to the men. Only an occasional conversation or some brief laughter could be heard above the music. The men began to sweat and their hips were rocking in rhythm with their hands. Their mouths hung open now, they breathed heavily, and their eyes seemed glassy. No longer were they performing for an audience. What was happening to them now was very personal. One of the men whispered to the head chair who reached down and handed him the glass. The room was silent now save for the music. The man with the glass was puffing now and the sound of his hand striking his flesh echoed in the room. Then he gasped and groaned loudly while his hand brought the glass up to his cock. A cheer went up as he began to shoot thick white semen into the glass, carefully capturing every drop. As his spasms passed, he smiled while he milked the last few drops from his penis. Then he turned and handed the glass to the head chair. The women cheered again when she briefly held up the glass before passing it to the other man.

Attention was now on the second man who also stroked vigorously while making individual eye contact with his excited audience. They knew instantly when he looked downward that the action was about to start. He held the glass before him as his cum began to spray into the glass accompanied by low growls of pleasure and a second round of cheers. Pulse after pulse blasted through him wrenching his body while he steadfastly held the glass in position. When he finished, he stood panting and perspiring as he handed the glass to the head chair. She sat the glass on the table and looked out at the other women. She called out, "Oh YEA!" And began to applaud. The others quickly joined her in a round of applause and cheers for their exhausted but smiling dancers. When the applause ended, the head chair picked up the bottle of champagne and filled the glass about half full. She used the stirrer to swirl the mixture. She held the glass up to her eyes briefly and examined it. Then she called out, "Fertility Cocktail!" and took a sip as the others echoed, "Fertility Cocktail!"

She passed the glass to her right where it started around the table. Each woman took a sip and passed it on until it returned to the head chair. She offered the dancers a sip, but they declined with a smile. Their coy refusal brought cries of mock disappointment from the women who cajoled them to drink. The head chair then drank down the remaining cocktail and held up the glass to a cheer. 

The glass was refilled with straight champagne and went around the table until the bottle was empty. The dancers busily gathered up their costumes and drifted away from the table as they were pursued by a few of the more 'appreciative' ladies. When the dancers had disappeared into the small dressing alcove, the door to the room was unlocked and their waiter returned for drink orders. He never quite understood the 'inside joke' when some of the women asked if he could get them another "Fertility Cocktail".



Fertility Goddess



Doctor Katia Alexandrov took a chair by the kidney shaped pool. Dozens of people lounged about it, families with young children, beautiful young women working upon their tans and buff young men, who were the object of her interests. But not for the usual reason. Looking over the edge of the e-reader, she scanned the area. Was he even here? Her target, Naval Lieutenant Zane Rogers. Tension drained from Katia's neck and shoulders when she saw him chatting with two of his roommates at the far side of the pool. 

It was time for a test, a small test of her latest theory. Like so much of Russian science it took established and sometimes mundane theories and pushed it to the extreme. In her case, the experiment built upon the recent scientific confirmation that men described fertile women as more appealing, even their voices. This though would test the bounds of that. 

Of course, Katia really should have used one of their regular female agents, women who were already beautiful. But from a personal perspective, she wanted to see just how far this new method of mind control could be pushed. It would be no real experiment to send in an agent, whom most men would bed anyway. No, much more challenging when the test subject was a mousy brunette with too wide hips and too small tits. A pear. Her babushka had always told her that she had a pear-shape, perfecting for having babies. But Katia had no interest in breeding babies. No, she wanted to use her mind. 

She chuckled, was it odd that in using her brilliant mind, she had been brought back to the same point. She was going to discover just how attractive a fertility goddess was to men. And in this experiment she would play that role. Shy, mousy, too-smart little Katia was for this single day Mata Hari. She adjusted the tiny scrap of white material that covered her left breast. It seemed to keep slipping lower and lower, threatening to reveal her taut nipple. 

Damned drugs, she thought. Her whole body felt both violently ill and incredibly horny. It was an odd combination. But considering the strength of the fertility drug cocktail that she had been taking since the beginning of her cycle it was not doubt that the side effects were unpleasant. Although the unusual tightness and fullness in her A-cup breasts was not exactly unpleasant, just distracting. But not nearly as much as the almost constant itching between her legs that begged for a different kind of scratching. Then again if things went well with this experiment, that itch would be well scratched soon.

She watched the men high-five and her prey stood up, stretching. Muscle rippled seductively from toe to head. From a purely eugenics standpoint, she had to admire the Lieutenant as a specimen. At over six foot three inches, he towered over her by more than a foot. His body too was in top shape; it would have to be for his role a SEAL. But what intrigued her most about the man was his intelligence. Her research showed that the man had an IQ equal to her own one-hundred and fifty-one. She shook her head, why would he waste such a gift? Why would this man choose killing over the pursuit of knowledge? 

But she did not have time to ponder this mystery that had been bothering her for weeks, her prey was on the move, separating from his friends and leaving the pool area. It was the opportunity that Katia had been waiting for. She grabbed her towel and headed for the gate at this end of the pool. It was most likely that the man was heading back to the apartment he shared with his friends. If so, then he would be follow the path back this way. Katia peeked around the bush to see the man approaching. She drew in a deep breath. She cursed herself for not following orders and sending Natasha or Anya, they would know what to do. Not poor plain Katia, who had never really had a boyfriend, let alone tried to seduce a man like this one. But it was too late now. 

She stepped from between the bushes and directly into him. From the tangle of their legs and feet that nearly sent Katia sprawling to the ground up to the way her small breasts tightened even more as they brushed against his abdomen, their bodies melded against one another. Katia swallowed hard as his smell hit her. It was dark, rich and completely masculine. She wondered if he could smell her. Of course, he could. Consciously or sub-consciously it was her smell that would act upon his brain, weakening his usual mental prowess, allowing her to extract the information she needed. 

"Excuse me, ma'am," his voice rolled over her skin like the gentlest breeze, clearing the air on a hot summer day. 

"No, was my fault. I should look where I go," she offered. She hoped she was doing this right. She kept her eyes low, glancing up when she could to gage her subjects reactions. She smiled a bit at the odd almost pained look on his handsome face. It was as if he was concentrating very hard upon something. 

"Do I know you?" 

She shook her head, wishing for long blonde waves rather than a functional short brown bob that made her look considerably younger than her twenty-two years. "I do not think so. Perhaps we have seen one another around the complex?" She struggled with the proper American wording. She had studied English in the United Kingdom, at Oxford, where she did her undergraduate studies in chemistry. The two versions of the same language differed significantly. 

He nodded slowly, still studying her. "That must be it. Zane. Zane Rogers," he said holding out his large hand.

Katia returned his smile and placed her tiny hand in his. But rather than shake it as she had anticipated, he drew it to his lips, kissing first the back of it and then staring deep into her brown eyes, he turned her hand over and placed another soft kiss in the center of her palm. "Forgive me," he apologized. "I'm not usually this forward with a woman I have just met." He shook his head, harder this time, as if trying to clear it. "I don't know what has come over me."

Katia thought of her friends Anya and Natasha. What would they say? What would these women who used their bodies to seduce men everyday reply to this vulnerable man? "Whatever it is, I like it, Mister Rogers." She hoped that and the soft batting of her short lashes was close enough.

"No, please, Zane," he said. "I really should get going. I lost the beat with my friends so I have to make the drinks. They are expecting me back soon."

She nodded and bit her lower lip. It was obvious that she was having some kind of effect on the man, but it was not enough. What should she do? How could she augment it effects? "Would you mind me walking with you? My apartment is not far from here."

His smile broadened at her words, "I'd like that very much. Miss? What did you say you name was?"

Katia had not considered something even this simple. Should she tell the man the truth? it was not like he would ever come looking for the mystery woman that he casually fucked one hot summer afternoon. In these modern ages, casual sex was much too common, well for others at least. 

"Kate, Kate Alexander," she replied, choosing to Americanize her name. It was not an outright lie, but the slight deception should be sufficient for this purpose. 

"Kate. It suits you," he said as he placed his hand at the small of her back and turned her lead her down the path. 

"So what do you do, Miss Kate?" he asked. 

"I'm a student, Norfolk State," again she kept close to the truth. Her cover as a visiting lecturer hardly qualified as a student though. 

"What are you studying?" he asked.

This time, Katia thought it best to lie outright, "Art."

He lifted her hand for a moment, she realized then that he had never let it go. Walking along the pathway hand-in-hand like young lovers, the experiment was most definitely having its effects on the subject. On Zane. 

"Your hands are so small, so delicate," his voice was deep, his own eyes lowered. She noted the rapid pounding of his pulse at his temples, the tightness in his forehead. She thought perhaps there was even a slight pinking of his ears, a blush, but it was hard to tell with his deep tan. "Perfect," he almost moaned as he lifted them to his lips. 

Katia knew that if this experiment was to succeed, she would have to act more boldly, more like Natasha or Anya would. What would they do? How would they reel their prey in? She stepped forward once more. This time their bodies did not touch, but with just centimeters between them, it would be enough for his senses to be overloaded with her essence. Of course, that was if the experiment was successful. 

His mouth covered her. His fingers squeezed tighter about her hers where they were laced together. Then suddenly her body was pressed tightly against his. His other hand laced through her short hair, trapping her, using it to angle her head as he took the kiss deeper still. It was as if he was tasting her, feasting upon her mouth. 

But suddenly something went terribly wrong with the experiment. Suddenly, it was Katia that was on fire. Her body pumped full of the drug cocktail had only one thought…procreate. Her free hand clutched at his broad shoulder, urging him closer. She groaned into his mouth as his tongue speared deep into hers. They kissed until Katia feared she would explode with unfulfilled desire.

He drew back slowly, his forehead still resting against hers, his fingers still laced through her hair. "I'm not usually like this, Kate. I swear." He apologized. The words were tight and clipped as if pushed forth with the greatest of control.

"Me either," she whispered with honesty. "But I like it. Like you." She knew those words were the right thing to say. Something her friends would use to lower a man's resistance. But this was beyond that now. Something more than a simple experiment to test the limits of a scientific theory. This was about something much more foreign to Katia than science. This was about desire. Sex. Things she knew little about. Things she wanted to discover. With this man. "Please," she whispered against his lips.

"Oh god, I can't believe I'm doing this. Kate, promise me you'll go to dinner with me," he whispered as he nibbled at the corner of her mouth.

"Dinner?" she whispered in confusion as she licked at his bottom lip.

"Yeah, I want to take you out. Date you. Fuck, I want to marry you and make babies with you. I want white picket fences, the whole fucking thing. But right now, the only thing I can think about is being inside of you. It's like my brain and all reason is overpowered by you. Damn it, Kate, I'm thinking with my cock right now," he groaned. "And all he wants is to be buried inside you."

Katia's heart pounded even faster at the honesty of this man's reaction. She was torn. The scientist knew that it was just the drugs, the experiment was a success. Beyond anything she had hoped. She should be ecstatic, and she was. But poor plain Katia, the woman, the virgin, was disappointed. The fact that it took a combination of the world's most powerful fertility drugs to get a man to even look at her was revolting. She wanted to run and hide in shame. 

She had never meant to go all the way through with this experiment. That was why she had selected such a low value target as Lieutenant Zane Rogers. The amount of intelligence that the man had to offer was not worth the attention of trained specialist like Anya and Natasha. But he would prove a perfect test subject for her little experiment. 

If it were still just an experiment, she would call it a success, walk away and record her observation carefully in her notebook. But it was not just an experiment, not anymore, not to her. She stepped forward, "Then do it," she whispered. If this was too be her only chance to taste passion, to be that thing that all woman want most, a sex goddess, then so be it. She wanted to know what it felt like. With this man.

She watched as his Adam's apple moved up an down convulsively in his throat. She felt his fingers in hers tighten until it was almost painful, "Are you sure, Kate? I swear, somehow I'll find a way to walk away. To court you. To do this thing right. I don’t want to screw this up."

Her vision blurred at his words. If only he knew the truth. None of what he felt for her was genuine. It was all the drugs. His body's evolutionary response to the need to spread his seed, to impregnate the fertile of mates. That was what the earlier study had shown, unconsciously men selected the most fertile women as the most attractive. She had just manipulated that Darwinian adaptation for her own purposes, for her country's. But this man would never know that.

She pressed her fingers to his lips, "I'm sure, Zane. Please."

He studied her face for a long moment, then he nodded, "My apartment is right over there. If you are sure, Kate."

She smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth, "Yes, please."

This time he did not hesitate, his fingers squeezed hers reassuringly as he drug her up the path and stairs to the second floor apartment he shared with his friends. He fumbled with the key. She smiled, wondering the last time this man had fumbled with anything. Then the door swung open and he stared up at her. She saw uncertainty in his face or perhaps that was simply her projecting her own emotions onto this man. 

She stepped inside. The sunlight spilled through the sliding glass doors to the patio, illuminating the living room. She turned and he was right behind her. "My bedroom is," he began.

Her hands brushed over the tanned muscles of his bare chest, "Too far," she whispered as they trailed across his taut abdominals. She gloried in the quick intake of breath that told of his reaction to her new found boldness. Her fingers found the waistband of his swim trunks. They trailed along the edge as she stared into his eyes, baby blue took on new meaning to the young scientist. She found the drawstring that secured them about his waist and pulled. Her hand slipped inside them to cup his hard cock, her first. 

"God woman," he hissed through clinched teeth. "Do that again and I won't even make it inside of you before I come." He gathered her small hands in one of his large ones as he pushed her back towards the leather sofa against the far room, "We'll make it to my room for round two," he promised. 

She felt the cool leather against the back of her knees as she toppled backwards. The comfortable softness cushioned her fall, she landed with arms spread wide against it. She looked up as he pushed the cotton material down his strong thighs. He stepped out of its dampness as he stared down at her. She swallowed when she noticed him fisting his hard cock. Her eye grew large, in desire and a bit of trepidation. His cock was not meant for first timers. But she was not about to let that stop her now. 

"Please," she whimpered as she met his gaze. 

"You are still overdressed, sweetheart," he stared down at her. "Take off your top. I want to suck those sweet titties."

Kate's fingers were trembling now as she arched up to untie the string at her neck. She let the tiny triangles of white almost translucent material fall slowly down her stomach. She blushed, knowing that they were to small. 

He knelt on the floor between her legs as he used one hand to continue stroking his cock and the other to squeeze and knead her bare breast. Then he bent his head and drew the distended nipple of her other breast deep into her mouth. More than just her nipple disappeared between his pink lips as he sucked almost half of her breast into his mouth. His tongue circled the nipple until she arched up with a loud moan. 

"I'm sorry, baby. I can't wait," he whispered as he bit at the peak. She felt the fingers of his other hand brushing the material of her bottoms aside. Warm air caressed her exposed mound. Something was wrong, she had forgotten something. But in this extreme state of arousal, even her intelligent mind was non-functional. 

She cried out as she felt him rub against her wet opening. He was brushing against something. Her clitoris of course, she finally managed to make sense of that much at least. She thought of all the times that she had stroked it, bringing herself to orgasm. Never had that felt as delicious as the soft, spongy tip of his cock. He rubbed against it again, trying to find what he truly sought. She felt the wetness of their natural lubricants spread with each stroke, intensifying the sensations. 

"Baby, I need to stop. We need to take this to my bedroom," he whispered against the side of her neck as he suckled. But his hand between her legs continued to stroke the broad head of his cock up and down her wet slit from the wet depths of her virgin pussy that begged to be filled to the hard nub that needed just one more stroke to send her spiraling out of control.

"No," she cried, clutching at his shoulders. "Need more. Please," she whimpered as she arched up. She felt the tip slip just inside. Instincts warred inside of her. One was to draw back, she knew that pain awaited her down this path. But the fear was overcome with the aching need to feel this man inside of her. She arched up again, this time she could feel the burning fullness as the head fully breached her. She bite down at the uncomfortable fullness. "Zane," she whimpered.

"Oh fuck that feels so damned good," his hips made slow circles that stretched her. Pain and pleasure melded together. "Are you safe, baby?" he asked through deep pants.

Kate nodded, he would discover in a moment just how safe she was. Virgins need not worry about sexually transmitted disease. Of course, perhaps she should be more concerned. But then again she knew that his job would require him to be tested regularly. "Yes," she whispered as her hands encircled his waist, drawing him just a bit deeper. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out as the pain intensified. 

"God, I really shouldn't do this," he muttered as his hand cupped the back of neck. "Damn woman, what have you done to me? I've never felt like this. Never needed someone this fucking bad." 

Guilt assailed her and she looked down. What she saw caused her breath to freeze in her lungs. Her legs were spread wide. Her pussy that she had shaved just for this mission was bright pink and puffy. But what held her attention was the thick length of him that rose proudly from the tuft of dark blond hair between his thighs. Its tip disappeared inside of her. Was joined with her. They melted together into one. 

It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Did it matter if she had tricked him? If none of this was real to this man? Right now, she needed to pretend, needed to believe for this single moment in time that a man like this really could feel that way about her. She lifted her hips off the couch, moved closer to him. Her short nails dug deep into the warm skin on his sides as she impaled herself on him. She bite her lower lip until it bled, but even that could not stop the low groan of pain that escaped her throat.

His hand at the back of her neck forced her head up, "God, baby. Why didn't you tell me? I would have taken it slower. Eaten your sweet pussy, stretched you with my fingers."

She whimpered at the erotic words and the unnamed intense look in his eyes, but the pain was starting to reside. Oh, it still stung, burned a bit from the unfamiliar fullness. The problem was that she was not full enough. She looked back to where they were joined, barely half of his cock inside of her. "Don’t want slow now. Want more," she panted as she looked up at him. "Please. More."

"We are talking when this over, Kate. I have lots of questions," he gritted as he pushed slowly into her. 

She saw him tense once more, the muscles in his temples jumping reflexively as he tried to hold back. "No. No holding back. I want it all."

He shook his blond head, "No, baby. It's better this way. Nice and slow. We'll work up to hard and fast. Later." He smiled as he bent to kiss her softly. 




Fertility Goddess



"No," she cried as she took his lips. Her tongue plunged between his teeth, dancing against his as her fingers in his side dug deeper, urged him deeper. "More. Want all of you."

He roared into her mouth, "Kate, you have all of me. Please, baby, let me make this good for you."

She ground her pelvis upwards, trying to swallow more of him, but his hands about her hips slowed her progress. "Katie, I need to ask you something."

She shook her head. "No talking. Want to feel now. Talk later," she pleaded as she worked her hips in slow circles in his large hands. It was not the full penetration she sough, but each circle brought her closer. It was excruciatingly slow progress. 

He groaned, "Are you safe?" he repeated.

She nodded as her fingers dug so deep that she was certain she broke the skin. "Damn it, I was a virgin, you know that. Of course, I'm safe from disease."

He sucked in a deep breath as he tried to hold her hips still. "No, Kate. Not that. Birth control. Are you on the pill, the damned shot, anything?"

Her eyes flew open as she realized suddenly what she had forgotten earlier. Condoms. Her look must have been answer enough for him, "Fuck," he spat as he tried to pull out. "Kate, we need to go to my room. I've got condoms there, if it's not already too fucking late."

She trembled, her scientific mind knew he was right. Knew too that the drug cocktail she had taken for this experiment in controlling the mind was intended instead for another purpose. To induce hyper fertility in women, primarily to harvest their eggs for in vitro fertilization. The chance of her getting pregnant was not just high, they were astronomical. Damned near two-hundred percent. Or three-hundred. Multiple fetuses were a likely outcome. 

"Damn it, Kate. Don’t look at me like that. I swear I don't do this, baby. Hell, I'm Mister Safety himself." He bent his forehead to hers as he placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "I never actually," he trailed off. His eyes dropped and he growled. Her eyes followed his as they both looked at their bodies, still joined together. She felt him thicken even more inside of her. She heard the strangled, almost painful roar of a wounded animal. She looked back up into those baby blue eyes. 

"We shouldn't do this, baby. I know we shouldn't," his fingers at the back of her neck tightened, lifting her towards him. She felt him slip deeper. "Tell me to stop, Kate. I swear I will," he pleaded as his body began to move slowly. 

Katia realized that her body had adjusted to his, while they had paused, talking, it had grown accustomed to his hard length, to the welcome invasion. Her fingers at his side urged him on, even though her mind knew it should not. But her body was on fire now. It needed to do that which it was created for, that which the drugs had primed it to do. "Please, Zane, please," she whimpered.

He threw back his head and gritted his teeth. This time it was not the groans of a wounded animal but the roar of a conquering one. He surged forward, buried himself fully inside of her. 

Katia's dark eyes flew open at the sensation. He was touching something deep inside of her. Some bundle of sensitive nerve endings. Something that begged and pleaded for more. She brought her legs up, wrapped them about his waist, drew him closer, held him captive. 

His eyes stared down into hers, "Fuck woman, this is crazy. But god damn it, nothing has ever felt this good. This right. I swear, baby, I'll take care of you. You hear me. No matter what I'll make it right, I promise. Do you trust me, Katie?"

Her heart shattered into a million pieces, broken forever. How could this man know that none of this was real? None of the feelings he was having meant anything except that Darwin was right. Humans were after all nothing more than animals with the paramount need to procreate, to spread their seed or in her case find the perfect mate to protect and nurture the young that she would bare. If only this were real, she wished. 

She nodded through the tears. Her legs wrapped about him, her hands clutching helplessly at his sides as she gave herself into his care. For this one moment in time at least. He pounded into her like the animals they were. Her own body was unaccustomed to this ancient ritual as it was seemed to instinctively know its dance. She arched up into him, greeted each deep thrust with a softer one of its own. She held onto him in this sea of passion then suddenly a tidal wave of need knocked them both under and left them gasping on shore for air. 

Her body tightened, every single muscle taut as a bow. A million galaxies exploded behind her eyelids as the most powerful orgasm of her life crested and peaked through every single nerve ending in her body. She felt him trembling in her arms. Heard the low rumble of need torn from his throat. Then he tensed in her arms, his cock thrust deeper inside of her as she felt him flood her with his seed. She cried out as reality hit her. She hid her face against the hardness of his abdominals as tears began to flow. 'Oh my, what have I done?' she thought as the front door burst open.

Loud laughter stopped as a voice boomed, "Well, Zane, now we know what's taking you so long. But couldn't you at least have taken her to your room, buddy?"

Zane's eyes pleaded with her as his fingers worked quickly. His softening cock slipped from her as his fingers brushed the material of her bathing suit bottoms back into place, covering her from his friends' curious stares. Her own fingers were already working to find the strings on her top, fumbling to tie them properly. "Wait for me in my room, second door on the right. This won’t take long," he mumbled.

She shook her head as she finally managed to secure her top. Her hands adjusted the small triangles, "No, it's best if I go."

"No, Kate. Wait for me," he said as he reached the couple of feet for his swim trunks. Katia used it as the opportunity she needed. She stood quickly and ran past him. His friends stood just inside the door way. For a moment she feared that they would block her path, but instead they stepped apart. For her it was as miraculous as Moses parting the Red Sea as she fled from her pursuer. 

***

"Katie," his ringing plea still haunted her to this day. 

Kate Alexander stared at the pictures in her trembling hands. The three blurry photographs were all that she had of that day. That and erotic dreams that would never let her go. And a broken heart.



Fertility Rights



My wife Kerry was five-five and while not a model she had a very pretty face and a nice, if slight, body. We were middle class living in a good house in the south East of England. In fact if I'm truly honest we had a very good lifestyle and were very lucky with both family and friends.

So to the reason I've sent this to be published: after six years of 'trying' for a baby we decided to seek help and that was when Kerry discovered that she had problems with my sperm so conception would be a problem for us.

Now I'm not going to pretend that what happened was either my idea or even with my real approval but after discussing IVF and deciding it was both too painful and expensive we then talked about donor, eggs, sperm and even adoption but Kerry was definite about the baby being hers.

It wasn't until several months later that she suggested we try a surrogate father and after a bit of confusion when I thought she meant donor sperm or an IVF cycle even after we'd discounted it, she told me she meant she wanted it conceived in a natural way. Then after a rather strained conversation she admitted that she wanted to try getting pregnant by having sex with another man. 

I'm no pussy and I went mental and we had the biggest row of our life and Kerry was so upset she could barely say anything other than sorry for the next day or so. However that didn't stop her asking it again a few weeks later, in a rather more subtle way this time although once again she backed off after my curt reaction.

Anyway the topic was brought up by Kerry yet again after she found out she was again having a period following a month when we tried to do everything right; fitness, diet and even timing our lovemaking so we covered the most fertile time of the month. This time I was less abrupt so she decided to continue with her pitch.

She explained that if we made love just as we were doing but she 'supplemented' (her term) my sperm with another mans a couple of times then the volume might well do the trick as the doctors had suggested.

I of course wasn't happy about this on many levels, firstly there was the child; who would not be mine, secondly there was the complication of finding another compatible (me look-alike) man and thirdly, the big one, her having sex with someone else.

Kerry suggested that if we adopted then neither of us would be the biological parent so this was better and that we'd both vowed if we did eventually adopt we'd love the child as our own so what was the difference. She also added that by us making love at the same time the baby might well be mine and we would put me down as the father anyway, unless we couldn't because of conflicting blood type or something.

She then added that she wanted to choose the man she was with, probably on-line but she would have to think it over carefully. Whatever he would be a stranger and she would make sure he didn't know her at all so it really would be just a brief encounter.

Finally she then admitted there was nothing she could do for my jealousy except to say she loved me and would always love me and if I could love her after, then we would still be happy but with a much sort after baby to love as well. I really wasn't keen, so it drifted for another month but after yet one more tear-filled evening when she began her next month's period I caved in and said OK. 

I suppose I thought Kerry would take some time to decide herself what she was going to do but after lots of hugs and thank-you's she went at it full tilt. The following night she said she'd been thinking about the best way forward and she felt we should book a weekend away the following month and then she would find a partner the nights we were there while we could do our thing the rest of the time.

Like I said Kerry wasn't a babe but more Peaches and Cream pretty, however for that weekend she bought new clothes for the evenings and it was funny but once organised we were both as horny as hell although I was still not really sure I would actually let her do it. 

We chose Manchester as our destination being a long way away and somewhere we didn't believe we would run into anyone we knew. There was also an added advantage that Kerry worked with a girl who'd moved from the city less than a year before and happily chatted to her about all the great nightspots she knew.

Once there Kerry sat me down and told me in a very forceful voice (as forceful as she could be anyway!) that there was no going back and she was going to go ahead with the 'task in hand' (another of her expressions). I must admit I smiled at this and after unpacking we had a very late lunch then went around the city for a while before returning to the room where we made love for an hour.

After that Kerry went for a hair appointment while I went for a swim. I wasn't actually going to go into the club she'd chosen because she felt that she couldn't be with anyone else while I was there. However I was going to stay nearby until either she came out alone or I got a text to say she needed our room and I had to occupy myself for an hour or two.

She was in the bathroom when I returned so when she came out after getting ready I was blown away: Kerry wore a short tight black dress, sheer hold-ups, well applied makeup, with ruby lips and she'd had a 'perm' that made her look like a different and very sexy, woman. All I could say was 'wow' as she did a twirl obviously delighted with her look.

After that we went to the bar and had a few drinks for courage then went into the city centre. We found a bar that was open until late only a few doors from the club and there we stayed for a couple of hours longer chatting nervously waiting for it to open.

Finally Kerry gave my arm a squeeze and told me to keep an ear out for the phone then she left me. I watched her go looking more sexy than I'd ever seen her and I knew that if she wanted she would be able to pick up anyone tonight. 

I was still sober when she left (and she was a bit tipsy) but after a few more I was getting a little drunk and that was when I decided to go in to the club anyway. I had some strange idea I'd be able to find her and watch her in action but there was part of me that also wanted to stop her so I half hoped she'd see me and call the whole thing off.

Anyway I went to the door and was turned away as they said I didn't fit the dress code although it was more to do with me being alone. So reluctantly I hung about the pub again for a while then as chance would have it two clearly well oiled girls wobbled up towards the doors chatting about going to the club in question and on the spur of the moment I rushed after them and asked if I could go in with them.

At first they told me to piss off but when I shrugged and walked away one of the called after me and said ok. They introduced themselves as Candy and Em and I told them my name was Bobby even though no one ever calls me that not even my mother. The men at the door let us straight in only Em said I had to buy them drinks as a thank you. I did and we got chatting as I scanned the room looking for Kerry which given I was now a little drunk wasn't that easy in the half-light.

Em then dragged me to the dance floor and we had a bop for a while then returned to find her friend was back on the floor with another guy. Now it's really strange but not for one minute did I try to pick her up and maybe that's why she actually decided I was worth getting to know as she thought I was playing it really cool. 

There was no sign of Kerry at all but before long Em was making it clear that she wanted to be with me for the night and slowly I warmed to the idea that maybe both Kerry and I could have fun that evening, something I'd never considered.

Now I won't bore you with the details but after another hour we were necking and finally she suggested we go. Her friend was simply left as we headed back to her apartment which they shared. Once inside Em was really aggressive and we were stripped down in moments. We went to her bed and we had sex, hard fast and without any pauses until I'd cum and flopped on her 

She made it clear she wasn't finished so I took a bathroom break then after we kissed for a while and she worked on me until I became hard again and we made love. This time around I lasted a very long time (it was my third sexual activity in twelve hours) and with a great boost to my ego Em climaxed very noisily twice. Once we'd finally finished she held me tight and whispered that I was great and she had never had better sex.

Of course I was flattered (especially as I was drunk) but knew given the ease at which I'd picked her up that she was very far from being a virgin and probably said that to all her lovers. Anyway I slept for a while then woke with a jolt remembering Kerry.

After dressing I went to stumble out to order a taxi only Em was standing at the front door, naked and with a sad expression on her face. I made some lame excuses but she cut me off and pointing at my finger said she knew I was married and needed to go back to the 'little woman' but pleaded with me to give her my mobile number which I reluctantly did as I took hers.

I noticed I had a message and picking it up heard Kerry whispering an apology for not phoning earlier nor returning to the hotel but she was going to spend the night with her new friend and return the following morning.

So that was it; I suddenly felt both cheated, since she'd sworn not to spend the night with anyone and invigorated as Em was still standing naked in front of me her large breasts swaying gently as she swung her hips at me in hope as I listened to the phone message. Twenty minutes later I'd unloaded inside her again and we fell asleep. 

Thankfully she was up at eight so after we had sex and she'd called me a taxi we sat drinking coffee before I left for the hotel with a kiss and a wave goodbye. It was strange but Em, while probably ten years older than me, really got me excited and her offer to meet the following night was something I was considering.

I was the first back at our hotel and in the pool when Kerry appeared at the poolside fully dressed and invited me to come back to the room. Once there she was a little coy but after undressing she revealed her body with a series of hickies on her neck and breasts. She tried to cover them up but since I was now also feeling guilty I just laughed them off and suggested we get into bed.

We made love (I must admit this was more sex than I'd had even when I was a randy teenager) and then Kerry admitted getting so drunk that by the time she left with a guy she could barely walk. She also admitted she didn't remember the sex which she was now pleased about as she didn't want to do it again.

I of course had a date for that night so was now the one actually considering asking her to keep her nerve but she was clearly very uncomfortable which made me think that there was more to this and maybe she hadn't liked it. I decided to remain silent and let the whole event end but perversely she then changed her decision.

So that night we went out again only after a visit to a cocktail bar Kerry went into a new club only this time I also left and went on to a different bar where I met Em. We had a good time although she met a group of her friends and I felt a little bit of an outsider. It was also clear that not only did she know them very well but the way she acted with several of the guys made it clear she'd probably slept with them all at one time. I was a little uncomfortable being there at first but soon I was feeling no pain and the night went well. 

Around midnight or slightly later one of the guys announced an impromptu party at a house a few miles away and with Em urging me to go with her I did, after I checked my messages. The place was more like student digs which surprised me since Em and her friends were all in their mid thirties but once inside she confirmed it was student accommodation but the current home of the older brother of one of her group who rented it out to help with the mortgage.

Anyway we danced and had a good laugh with her friends and the hordes of people there. A little later Em dragged me away from the packed front room and after she was forced to wait for me to listen to Kerry's voice message (saying that she was going to stay out again) I followed her up the stairs where we went to find an empty room.

"Look at this!" She said as we peered into one of the smaller bedroom. On the single bed in front of us was a girl around twenty having sex with two guys. She saw us and simply grinned (if you can call it that as she continued to suck on the cock in her mouth) seemingly unperturbed that we were watching.

Em and I stayed there for a short while before we realised we were desperate for our own private party so we went to another room only to find it locked. The next bedroom (the house was over three floor and had six bedrooms in total) was occupied as well so made the third floor where we found a gathering in one of the rooms and peering around the three or four guys standing at the entrance we could see a naked black guy screwing a girl on the bed as another was seemingly waiting for his chance.

Em giggled and whispered that the girl was probably going to fuck the whole room and the way she blurted it made me think it was said with a hint of jealousy. Anyway we found a smaller room at the end was empty and although it didn't have a bed in it, just a PC and a small TV, we shoved the dog-eared sofa that sat across the whole back wall so it kept the door shut and then we stripped and went at it like rabbits.

We both climaxed really quickly and then made love again slowly for simply ages. We heard some commotion from outside and more than once there were attempts to open the door but the sofa was tight against it so there was no chance. Just once someone banged on the door and asked what the hell was going on but Em called out to whoever it was and they recognised her, said sorry and left.

It was a bit cold without blankets so after snoozing for a short while we decided to brave the hallway and found the house quiet and still. The bedroom at the end was open and we went in only we found the bed was still occupied by the two black guys and the girl so we tiptoed out. I suggested we leave but she was really sleepy and didn't want to see me go, so we tried those on the first floor and found one of the rooms empty.

I have no idea whose bed we stole but Em decided she was sufficiently awake to make love again and as we were getting into our stride a man appeared and cursed at us. Clearly he'd only got up for a few minutes probably to have a pee or something (the bed had been warm when we stole it) but after asking us to leave twice Em replied that our needs were greater so with another profanity the guy gave up and left but not before grabbing a sleeping bag from the top of the wardrobe.

Strangely we woke early and after Em returned with coffee she got me to tell her all about where I came from and my wife. She was interested to know why I was out in a strange city alone yet needed to check in on my wife several times an evening.

I thought of several lies but eventually I admitted that Kerry and I were doing separate things then added that she was probably with another man. This really interested Em who kept on at me until finally (I figured why not) I admitted that it was part of her trying to get pregnant because of her nearly blocked tubes and my sperm count. Em said it was such a hot thing to allow her do then said if she'd know the night before she could have organised a string of guys to 'do my wife' but I said that wasn't what Kerry wanted. But Em laughed and said yes it probably was.

Anyway after dozing for a few minutes longer we dressed and went to the kitchen where there were a couple of men (students) trying to cook breakfast with very limited rations so after a brief chat Em disappeared, returning with a newspaper, bread and a large pack of bacon.

We then had fried bacon butties and a mug of tea each as she sat on my knees reading the paper until with other appearing we decided to leave. It was as we got to the front door I saw Kerry emerging from the bathroom at the top of the stairs. She didn't see me but even from that far I could see she was still a little unsteady on her feet. Em followed my glance and as I went to go to my wife she caught my arm and asked. "Kerry?"

I nodded but she held me and suggested I best not go up because she would realise I'd been cheating on her which, I'd admitted to Em, was not part of the deal. "But she's upstairs!" I replied.

"And going up to see her and admitting your infidelity will do what exactly?" She asked.

I looked at her then shook my head. I was desperate to see what she was up to (although I had a pretty good idea) but knew there was some sense in what Em was saying so I just stood foolishly not moving.

"Tell you what, I'll have a look and let you know if it's something you can handle or we should just scarper." Em smiled and trotted off as I remained immobile. 

She was gone maybe six or seven minutes and I actually met her on the stairs when I'd finally decided to follow. "You don't want to go up!" She stated and put her hand on my chest. Of course it didn't deter me at all so I brushed past her and stood on the landing looking about.

Em shrugged and pointed at the ceiling so I went to the stair and then as I got to the top floor I suddenly realised which room she would be in. With a sense of dread but also a perverse feeling of excitement I went to the door of the far bedroom and looked in.

Kerry was still in the clothes I'd seen her in at the top of the stairs only she was riding the man on the bed, her knickers pushed to one side with her dress bunched about her waist. I could here her saying 'Oh God yes!' and 'This is so, so good.' As she spoke she gyrated in a way that told of just how much she was getting from it.

Em was by my side and dragged me back so we were to the side of the doorframe looking in from the still relatively dark hallway watching my wife making love to this man. Em was fumbling with my trousers and found my rock hard cock which she began to pull on kissing my neck from time to time as she also watched my wife making love.

Kerry was clearly enjoying it immensely as she rose and fell on the man's large cock then I was further shocked when a second man appeared from the shadows and began to kiss her. She broke away half-heartedly a couple of time but then surrendered to him as he pulled her dress off and began to kiss and bite her breasts.

Em was now getting very hot and whispered that she needed the same treatment and the she brazenly dropped her kickers and lifted her own dress helping me into her very used pussy. She was now against the wall outside the bedroom and facing away but she urged me to talk to her about what my wife was doing and after a hesitation I began to describe in whispers how she was engaged in sex with two big men.

"Not just big." Em added "But black. Your wife might be having a black baby." That was it and to both our surprise I had a huge climax at that moment and this brought her to her own. We held each other as Kerry moaned with her own orgasm then Em suggested that we best clear out before my wife saw us. 

"What do I care!" I stated (admittedly still in a whisper) "She's risking having a black baby!" 

"Did you tell her not to?" Em surprised me with her reply. 

"No but the baby was still possibly going to be mine, now that's not going to happen is it!"

"You'll just have to admit you had donor sperm." She said dragging me down to the ground floor.

"Everyone will know that we'd only have asked for donor sperm from a white man." 

"Mistakes happen. Just say it was an error but you don't care because you have child to raise."




Fertility Rights



"I wanted to pretend to myself that it was mine; I so wanted a child that I could call my own."

"Hmm... do you know that she is actually fertile at the moment?"

"Yes we've been trying for a baby for ages." I said.

"This was all her suggestion wasn't it. And she's been on about it for months and months you said." I agreed. "And she told you about the blocked tubes."

"What are you driving at?"

"I'm not sure but I suspect the way your wife was acting she's been planning to go black for some time, that's if she hadn't already!"

I looked at her with loathing but she held my gaze evenly. "I'm not trying to upset you but she was the woman we saw in that room last night with that larger group watching her with those black guys. Now you can pretend your wife has come to a strange city and somehow ended up doing that by chance but it's a pretty significant change of emphasis, if you understand me, so I suspect she has wanted this from the outset." Em shrugged.

"You wait. She'll get to the end of the month and not be pregnant and suggest you try this again. It's a softening up process Mark. You'll soon start to do this every month and I bet those evenings will be involve her with a black lover." I tried to pull away but she resisted my tug. "Look I could be wrong but I'm just saying what she has got up to is well beyond anything that might happen by complete accident. Anyway if I'm wrong she will tell you about it."

We ordered a taxi which left me back to the hotel while Em went off home for some sleep. I packed the suitcases and thought it bizarre that we'd hired the room and apart from one short sex session we'd not used the bed at all.

Kerry arrived as I was about to check out; it was getting tight for time. She apologised and jumped into the shower. I stood in the doorway and trying to keep calm I asked her about her evening. She then told me she'd met a guy at the club and after a few drinks they'd gone to a party.

I actually felt smug that she was being honest with me and mentally decided to phone Em when I got home to tell her she was wrong and a bitch for being so nasty about my wife. Kerry also described how she'd got a bit too drunk and let the guy take her to a spare room where they'd made love.

Just as I went to ask a question about his colour she added that after what was a 'quickie' they'd gone back to his flat where they'd slept until late hence why she'd only just got back. I wanted to yell and call her a liar but dared not. I kept probing about the party and the other guests there but she just kept up the pretence and I felt crushed when she said that I needn't worry the guy was the image of me!

The journey home was quiet as we were both sleepy so took it in turns to drive but once home as agreed we made love. It was odd I wasn't sure if I should tell her the truth and risk her turning on me or accept that she'd been with a black guy and hope it was just a one off. Her sex was a little loose but she was very hot and the session was full of passion so I mentally forgave her and hoped it was simply her guilt stopping her from telling me.

Life returned to normal for the next few weeks until her period came; maybe I was too suspicious but she didn't seem that surprised (despite the tears) or show any signs of relief (that she wasn't possibly expecting a mixed race child) so I began to suspect that Em might have been correct after all especially when Kerry suggested we try the same thing again that month as well.

I didn't know what to do. I thought about confronting her but it sounds strange but while I knew she was going to sleep with someone else she had no idea (or indeed had given approval) that I had as well. In the end I decided to set a trap for her and suggested Manchester again as it seemed the logical place to go however she said no and told me she wanted to go somewhere else because she was too embarrassed to go back to the same clubs.

Finally after discussing if for a few days we settled on a large town, slight closer to home but just as unlikely to pose a threat to our anonymity. Also there was the cost of yet another hotel so we agreed to stop at cheap motel just for one night.

So two weeks later we arrived and I sat in the small room watching her getting dolled up in a short skirt and tight top looking like a different woman once again to the one I was used to.

She appeared far more confident this time and after a few drinks she got me to escort her to a club where she left me at the door. I wandered away but this time only to a bar down the road and after half an hour or so I followed her in. The place was dark and busy but I was wary just in case Kerry saw me although I needn't have worried.

I spotted my wife on the almost empty dance floor moving about showing off curves clearly enjoying the fact that she was the focus of most of the attention from the men gathered around the outside..

I settled in a corner and waited as the place got busier although on one occasion she very nearly saw me as she came to the bar just behind where is stood but thankfully she didn't. Anyway within an hour I was having trouble seeing her at all and only a little after that she was swallowed up in the crowded room.

So I nearly missed what I'd come to see: I was actually sipping a new bottle of beer when I spotted Kerry with a large black guy, whose arm encircled her waist, making for the exit. I fought to get to her but she had gone by the time I made the door.

I checked my mobile but there was nothing so I went back to the hotel where of course I was alone all night. I got the usual text say she was going to stay out, at half past two over an hour after she'd actually left, so I settled down to a fitful sleep trying to think of how I was going to challenge her in the morning.

The following day she didn't arrive until I was checking out, when she rushed up and apologised. Since she didn't have time to change she just grabbed the keys and went to sleep in the back of the car while I paid the rather surprised desk clerk.

I questioned her once I had joined her but she more or less repeated the lies of the previous month: The guy was nice, loving, slow to pick up her signs but when they'd eventually made it to his apartment he turned out to be sensitive in bed although rather boringly, plus he had been determinedly sound asleep when she left him.

I waited for her to add something but she settled down and went to sleep. I drove home brooding then once in the house it began:

"Let's go up and make love." She stated.

"What's the point?" I replied.

"Well we want you to have an equal chance of being the father." She responded looking at me.

"The problem is," I began taking a deep breath. "I saw you last month at the party and again yesterday. This isn't about making a baby it's about you living some fantasy of yours!"

She stared at me for several seconds her face was white and from her expression I realised I'd got her, or so I thought. After a further pause she shrugged and said in an almost relieved way that we best talk.

I followed her into the next room where she sat facing me on opposite sofa.

"You know that I expected and hoped you would follow me last month but when you didn't I guessed you were comfortable with the whole thing anyway. Look I'm really sorry to have hurt you but I've been that way inclined for several years now..."

"What way?" I chipped back.

"Attracted to black men, I err..." She took a deep breath herself, "Remember when you said I was acting a little off for a month or two a couple of years ago, well you probably don't remember but that was after I went alone to Fiona and Guy's wedding. You see when I was there I was seduced by a black guy."

She looked at me with her dark eyes and I saw tears. "Frankly Mark I found the whole thing such a turn on that I realised it was never going to be a one time thing. At first I actually resented you for being an obstacle to my desires but then I decided I needed to get a grip and so I tried to love you again for the wonderful man that you are."

She glanced at her tightly grasping hands as she locked and unlocked her fingers. "I put the thoughts to one side for a while but that Christmas at our works dinner one of the contractors, who is black, danced with me and all my feeling came back. It was ridiculous because he was in his late forties and very happily married but I felt so hot just touching him. It was only then that I discovered just why I had such feelings!

You see I loved, no adored, the fact that I was white and married and in the arms of a black man. It felt ... feels so taboo and so exciting that I wanted it to become much more. I wanted to be seduced, ravished, dominated, used for another man's pleasure. I craved his large dark body on mine, his dark manhood deep in my married sex and actually wanted him to use me as he wanted without asking."

She sat back looking at me hard. "In the end the music finished and he said a polite thank you and off he went so I was left with a damp patch in my underwear and desires I just had to satisfy.

Of course that was actually quite easy to achieve so once I decided that I would find a man for the night I simply chose one who fitted my requirements; he was young, black and someone who had no connection to me. 

It was fantastic; after chatting to him for less than an hour I simply made it clear that I wanted him and we left for my room." She was now talking in such a way that she could have been describing a move she'd enjoyed rather than her adultery.

"We made love for hours and he made me feel so excited and slutty that I didn't want it to end. He wasn't anything special, I mean you are a really good lover and his equipment wasn't any bigger but simply because he was black he got me so hot. I loved lying under him looking at his dark cock between my pale legs and just watching our distorted image in the glass of a picture hanging on the wall made me climax; his black body covering my white married one. You see I craved the illicit nature of it and loved that it's so wrong."

I couldn't speak. I'd feared many things but I'd somehow never dreamed the interracial element was the key to her desires. I guess I simply thought the thrill of being with another man was what drove her libido.

"After that party I decided I still loved you and didn't want us to divorce but knew you'd never understand so was forced to go behind your back. Now part of the thrill of this is being white and married so anyway a divorce would have taken away the main element of what makes it so thrilling.

I'm so sorry. But after that I began to meet other men. I went online and chatted to people then would arrange to meet them and always ended up having sex. The only problem was that although I loved being with a black partner I didn't feel good about it and really worried that you would eventually find out and it would destroy our marriage."

She sat back and fixed me with a hard stare. "Anyway I realised that I needed to persuade you to allow me to indulge myself. It was pretty obvious that it wasn't going to be easy so I came up with the excuse of making a baby as a way of starting the ball rolling. I wasn't sure how it would go but once you agreed I thought that if you saw me with a black man so you might begin to understand my needs."

"Understand?" I said dumbfounded. "You prefer to have sex with men other than me! That's what I understand!" I was shocked at her candour and still reeling at what it meant.

"Look Mark. You say you saw me last week so you know how deep the feeling are within me. I can't stop now but I really desperately want us to remain together. I love you so very much only I also crave sex with others. Now you can be sure that the last thing I want to do is to actually go off with anyone. The man yesterday for example was great. He knew I was into him so got really cocky and got me to have sex with him in a number of ways but I loved it all.

The only thing I can add is that the last thing I wanted to do this morning was to be around him. The sex is great with all of them but that's the start and end of it. Besides I also love having sex with you and I think this actually helps to keep our relationship strong."

That was that. I sat silently then after thinking things over I added. "What about trying for a baby?" I asked. "Was a lie as well? I presume there is nothing wrong with your tubes."

"I wouldn't lie about that!" She responded angrily. "Actually I nearly always use something but occasionally they haven't. I must admit at first I was really scared I'd get pregnant but it seems that it's pretty unlikely, particularly when it's an occasional one-nighter."

"Meaning children are out of the question?" 

"Hopefully not. The more we do it the greater the chance and I thought that if I'm not pregnant in say a year then we could try IVF although I'm not keen."

"But if you did get pregnant how would we know that the baby isn't from one of your affairs with one of these men?"

"They are not affairs. That implies some love and there is no love, just sex. As I've told you I try to get them to use something. Last night the guy did but the month before only the man I went with on the first night used one. I guess I should be a little more concerned but lets be honest any baby would be fantastic."

"So what am I meant to do now?" I asked, shattered.

"Let me have sex with black men! I want you to watch it all; getting dressed, flirting, being picked up and my ultimate of you watching me as I let a man have sex with me."

That was pretty much the end of the conversation and after a prolonged silence we went to bed although despite Kerry's attempts I was not interested in sex at all. The following day she tried to talk to me about it several times but I wasn't ready and brushed it away. Two weeks later she sat me down as informed me she was feeling period-ish. She then added that she desperately needed to arrange another weekend and really wanted me to agree and help. I said that I'd find it hard to do so but she simply added that she would do the research and find somewhere appropriate to visit so as long as I came with her that would be fine.

It is daft but I didn't say anything only she sorted out a hotel for two nights and when the time arrived I went with her on the Friday. I was sick with worry but felt powerless to say no as I'd allowed this to go too far to stop it anyway. So that evening Kerry spent an age making herself up; with a short velvet dress (really short this time) black opaque satin tights and a pair of black wet-look knickers that were only just hidden by the skirt of her outfit. Her shoes were high and her make-up was bold. She was so different to the girl I married I was stunned. 

After several drinks in a pub where she was constantly checked out by the men at the bar we went to a club and as arranged separated. This time I watched from a more open position as she fended off a number of men until one more to her choosing came along, that is to say he was black. Kerry danced with him, slowly getting more and more friendly until they finally kissed as I watched, my heart racing. After that he was all over her and she did nothing to put him off. When the night grew late she came over to me and let me know that 'Bob was going to take her back to his place and fuck her hard' (her words said with glee) and I should go back to the hotel and wait for her to come back.

I did this without any prospect of seeing her before the morning so wasn't surprised when she arrived just after ten and insisted I have sex with her. It was strange making love to her as she described how aggressive the guy had been the previous night and how much she came when he had her. She was actually quite dry and admitted that they'd done it several times that morning. Of course I was at least allowed to cum inside her which was a small bonus but after that she slept as I went for walk before waking her for lunch. Really there is little more to add, she did the same the following night although for a change she called me around three in the morning and I slipped out and picked her up from a house a few miles away.

After that weekend we were out several times in the month only she decided on the third weekend that she wanted to invite a man back to our house so I could see her having sex. That first time I was struck how vocal Kerry was and just how intense her climaxes were which made me feel a little inadequate by comparison but she still happily had sex with me after her partner had left. I had witnessed my wife's double life for months now; she was a nice normal woman with our friends but once every few weeks she became a complete slut.

She loved to spice things up and a few months later we had several people around to quote for some building work, one of them turned up with a black guy as his colleague causing Kerry to joke about him being a perfect gift for her birthday which was in about five weeks. We argued about it but she finally won and we hired them yet despite my pointing out this was too close to home and her promising not to be stupid, she was. They started a few weeks later and all seemed fine but then the next week when I came home on her birthday evening I found her having sex with the man yet if anything my finding them together drove her to a huge orgasm. After he left she giggled about it and said 'thank you' for her present.

Rather than leaving it at that Thursday she greeted him at the door in her underwear and the following day she made love to him as soon as he arrived before we got dressed for work. She sat on the toilet his slime falling from her giggling as we heard him whistling contentedly as he began his days work. Thankfully she resisted him after that although she gave him a 'thank you' fuck the last day they were there.

I suppose eventually she grew a little tired of these and from then on her interracial affairs slowly became less and less frequent. Eventually one evening we went to bed early, she was getting amorous, and made love then as we were lying together after she whispered she was pregnant. I was so overjoyed I nearly cried and after a few moments she actually did. We hugged and held each other and were so happy it was just wonderful.

She had a normal birth and things settled until Matty was just about a year old when she sat me down and asked me if she could find a black lover the next weekend. I asked if she meant long term but she gave me the biggest kiss and told me not to be daft, just the weekend. I agreed and the look she gave me told me she'd been hoping for this for a long time.

The next weekend she dressed in gear that made her look gorgeous and I dropped her at a club. She called for me to pick her up at three the next morning which I did only when she got into the car (our baby was asleep in his seat) she had been crying. It turned out the man she met had got her to tell him about some of the naughty things she'd done, which she thought would just make the night and the sex hotter only he'd decided she was more or less a whore and had become very abusive and rather aggressive to her.

She was bitten and bruised but despite my desire to get even with him, I had his address after all, she told me not to and so I didn't. That encounter changed Kerry's views however and she's lost interest in sex with other men. It's been two years since that time and she is adamant she will never do it again. We still have just one child but are very, very happy and our sex life continues to be great.



Fertility Treatments



Infertility hurts. That slogan is used on many fertility sites when discussing this topic. Infertility does hurt. It is imbedded into a woman from a very young age that every woman can be a biological mother. It is imbedded on our education of sexuality that from the time that a woman begins to menstruate, you can become pregnant.

So much money, time, and effort is placed on the importance of protecting yourself from conceiving until you are ready. When the time comes that you are ready, it is assumed that as soon as you have unprotected sex you will get pregnant. For a certain percentage of the population, this is in fact the case. For some, upwards of twenty percent of the population, fertility issues will occur.

Fertility issues can be either due to the man, the woman, or both. In most cases, if the man is infertile then sperm donation is the solution. It is an easy and cheap way to solve that problem even though it means that the father isn't the biological father. When a woman is not as fertile as you can be, the solutions are costly and time consuming. The fact that women are denied the chance of becoming biological mothers because of their financial situation is tragic and needs to be changed.

Each province in Canada and each State in the U.S. has very different rules and regulations regarding how fertility treatments are funded. It is only ethical and moral that all government entities fund certain fertility treatments for all women who need it. I am not suggesting that everyone be allowed to go through these treatments. It was rumored that Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt went through IVF because they were impatient about conceiving. This is not at all my suggestion. This funding would be for women who, after a medical exam and specific testing, would be deemed unable to conceive without medical assistance.

The list of fertility treatments is extensive. Each has its pros and cons. Other than the health risks to the mother, the main risk is the chance of multiples -- conceiving and carrying to term more than one baby. The majority of twin and triplet pregnancies occur without major complications. The strain on the medical system happens when women carry to term four, five, or more babies. Based on medical research, as well as common sense, women don't conceive that many babies naturally, but through drugs that induce ovulation. This also occurs when a woman has many embryos implanted while going through in vitro fertilization (IVF).

A clear cut suggestion for women dealing with fertility issues would be for the government to pay for multiple IVF treatments where only one or two embryos are implanted each time. Currently women are being given ovulation inducing drugs or only a few rounds of IVF, but with a high number of embryos implanted each time. They are paying for this treatment and would rather only go through one round of it and save money.

Yes the argument can be made that regular tax payers should not have to pay for this however it would make a country better in the long run. The birth rates of most developed countries are declining. Immigration is the only way that the population is remaining static. Increasing the chances of women to have biological children will increase the birth rate overall.

The theory is that the more eggs implanted, the better chance of one surviving to term. Of course, what is happening instead is that either a women does not get pregnant and has already exhausted all financial avenues, or becomes pregnant with multiples. A system where a woman knew she had repeated chances of a specific treatment without the risk of multiples would put less strain on the medical system.

Financially speaking, the cost to care for a premature baby is extreme. I have been told it can cost upwards of ten thousand dollars a day when taking into consideration staffing, medical procedures, equipment, and surgery. This is quoted from a Canadian hospital so it might not be accurate in other countries.

The more babies born at one time astronomically increase the chance of them being premature. The cost incurred through IVF treatments is much less. Based on an Ottawa based company, one round of IVF is six thousand dollars. This does not include drugs and assumes that donor sperm is not being used. Once again, the fee might be different in other countries. Clearly having governments pay the smaller amount is much more cost effective and better on both the physical health and mental health of women dealing with infertility. 

Infertility is a tragic situation that no woman should go through. The pain and suffering can be drastically reduced if governments paid for fertility treatments instead of allowing women to carry four or more babies to term. Women do not choose to carry multiples when going through fertility treatments. They do so out of desperation and a need to become a biological mother.



Fertility



"I need to talk to you," Doctor Craig entered and closed the door behind him.

"Yes?" she asked, worried if somehow he had found out about what had happened between her and Lee. She didn't want him to get in any trouble.

The doctor brandished flip-chart, "I've been looking at the results of your tests and there's been some interesting developments."

"Go on..." Beth was relieved and curious at the same time.

"Well," the doctor checked his notes, "according to your first tests you were almost completely infertile when you arrived."

"Oh..." Beth's heart sank.

"But don't worry," he smiled brightly, "there has been some interesting changes."

"Yes?"

"Its good news," he tapped his chart. "Your fertility has rocketed since you've been here. It¡¯s an unusual situation and only usually happens if there is some form of catalyst such as attention from a particularly compatible partner but as your husband isn't here I can only assume there's some other as yet unknown cause."

"So what does this mean?"

"Well, fertility peaks like this are unstable," he explained. "There is no telling how long this one may last... according to current research on these sorts of things, you may have only a matter of hours at your disposal. I would suggest you phone your husband as quickly as possible."

"Okay."

Beth grabbed the handset of the phone on her bedside table and phoned her husbands mobile.

"You're through to Max Clifton¡¯s mobile," the message said. "I'm unable to come to the phone right now but if you leave a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

"Damn it! He's out of town."

The answer phone beeps

"Max! This is Beth. I needed you to come to the clinic, but I think it'll be too late now. Never mind."

She clunked the phone down.

"No luck," the doctor asked.

"No," Beth huffed. "Do you think it can wait till tomorrow?"

"In my experience, no. Unfortunately not. It could be now or never."

Her face hardened, "What are my options?"

"Well, as far as I can see it, you have two options," doctor Craig frowned. "You can continue with the tests and hope your fertility lasts until your husband can get here. Alternatively we have a good stock of donor sperm in our freezers. I could bring you the brochure..."

"Donor sperm?" she was shocked, "No! I can't do that!"

"Well that only leaves the other option I'm afraid," he shrugged. "If I was you I would seriously consider the donors. I wouldn't suggest it unless I thought it was your absolute best bet."

Chapter 7

Beth sat in her room thinking about her options. She wanted to feel life growing in her so badly, but could she really use donor sperm? Could she do that to her husband?

Lee entered.

"What are you doing here?" she grumped.

"Your test..." he held up the fresh swab in explanation.

"Oh yes, I suppose so." Beth lay down on her back and spread her legs.

Lee climbed onto the bed and moved between her knees.

He unclipped the swab and gently moved it in her pussy.

She closed her eyes and lay her head back on the pillow.

The swabbing stopped for a second, and then she felt something else down there, the tip of a penis.

Lee's cock penetrated her more easily this time and she realised at that moment it was because he had stretched her. She shuddered in a minor release.

"No, you can't! It¡¯s..." she protested.

"We both want this..." he whispered in her ear, "just feel it..."

And feel it she could; their pelvises grinding into each others and she could see the contrast of dark muscles against her soft pale curves.

"I want it but it's wrong..." she objected as his skin slipped across her own sending her nerves into a frenzy.

"Is it wrong?" he pulled out a little then thrust back into her, "Does it feel wrong?"

"No it feels good," she surrendered. "It feels so good... oh god it¡¯s the best ever..."

His hands sought hers and they entwined. His left hand sought her wedding band and eased it up off her finger.

"Wait, no... This is wrong," she frowned, "I'm married..."

"I know, but you're not stopping..." he indicated her still pumping pelvis.

"Please leave my ring on; I'm still married!"

He pulled his cock out slowly until only the head was lodged in her then paused.

"What... what are you doing? Come back!" she tried to pull at his shoulders.

"What shall I do with this?" He pulled at her wedding ring again.

"Okay go on, take it off," she tried to wriggle down and get more of him back inside her, but he was too strong, "Throw it on the floor."

"You do it," he held her preventing her from having any more than the tip of his member inside her.

"Yes. I will," now she wanted it off too. "I'll do it."

She frantically nudged it off with her thumb and flicked it off onto the tiled floor.

"I'm yours now, okay?" she struggled in vain for more impalement, "I'm for you..."

"You mean that?" Lee teased

"Yes, feel, my pussy is stretched for your cock... it¡¯s the shape of you now." As she voiced her emotions, her desire to have him deep in her intensified, "Just come back inside me." She felt close to tears.

"Okay."

He thrust his cock back up into her

"Oh oh my god it¡¯s..."

She bit her lip and shuddered in ecstasy. She hadn't even had an orgasm yet, and the pleasure she had felt so far made any climax she had ever had on her husbands cock seem like a sneeze by comparison. She could not even imagine what it would be like to experience release with this monster up inside her.

"Oh mmmmmmm, that's better," she sighed. "Don't do that to me again, okay?"

She wanted to remain impaled on him till her dying day.

"I won¡¯t," Lee nuzzled his large balls into her perineum.

"Promise?" her face was petulant.

"I promise." He sawed his cock through her taught lips in a steady rhythm.

"Kiss me," her stomach tensed and untensed to meet his strokes.

She sucked on his tongue.

She pulled at his tee shirt and jeans removing them until he was totally naked. She tugged her arms out of the gown's sleeves and she was naked too.

She lifted her legs up and he caught them, shifting them into his shoulders. She had thought his cock had gone in as far as it could but now it positively pressed into her cervix.

"Jesus oh Jesus," more intense waves of pleasure flowed through her body, but still, she had not yet come. "Your cock is just..."

She didn't like this position with her husband as she found it uncomfortably intrusive. But she wanted Lee to be in her as deeply as she could bear.

His pre-come, she realised could be getting her pregnant. She would be a receptacle for his seed, an incubator for a black baby that would grow in her swelling her belly adding a healthy glow to her cheeks. She wanted him to fill her with his child, at that moment, she wanted him to make her a complete female, evidenced by a baby bump. The idea of conceiving Lee's baby sent her over the edge.

"I'm going to come I'm going to, oh god!" her world exploded. Lights flashed in front of her eyes.

She came for the first time with him inside her. But she was surprised to realize that he hadn't. He was still big and stiff inside her.

The doctor cleared his throat.

Beth craned her neck to peer over Lee's shoulder at the doctor standing in the room.

"I see you have an arrangement," he commented barely hiding his amusement.

"Oh I thought the door was locked," Beth didn't know what else to say.

"Well, it is now..." the doctor tried not to glance at where Beth's pussy was stretched to a perfect 'O' round Lee's cock, "I thought you would want to know, in case it changed your ideas."

"What?" Beth asked.

"Your husband has just arrived," Doctor Craig warned. "He's downstairs. The nurse explained to him the situation, and well, I thought you would like to know. I mean if you want to, you could have your husbands baby now, without the use of, er... donors."

Beth turned to look at Lee.

"Its okay," Lee reassured, "whatever you want to do its okay."

She realised in that moment she had to decide who would father her baby. She had to decide which man to give the gift of her fertility to. Her husband, the man she had been committed to and faithful to for all their years of marriage, or this relative stranger who she was still impaled on.

She looked at the wedding band on the floor.

"Tell my husband I'm occupied," she hardened.

"Are you sure?" the doctor seemed unsurprised but wanted to be certain.

"It¡¯s my body," Beth said from under Lee, "it¡¯s my right to choose who gets me pregnant, right?"

"Of course," Doctor Craig nodded, this was a most unusual situation for him and he didn't really know how to handle it most ethically, "this clinic is always supportive of a woman's rights to choose every part of our facilities."

"Then I want Lee," she confirmed.

She looked at Lee.

"I want you to father my child," she said quietly.

"I would be honoured," Lee nodded.

"I'll tell your husband," the doctor said.

Beth didn't care at that point what the doctor told her husband. Her priorities had shifted; she wanted to breed.

She was too lost in lee's eyes to notice the doctor leaving.

"It¡¯s not just about getting pregnant," she gazed up into his eyes; "I want you."

"I know," Lee smiled at her.

He rolled them over till she was on top of him and she kissed him on the lips. No tongues, just a sweet innocent kiss.

She moved on him as gently and as slowly as she could bear, part of her wanted to fuck. Fuck hard and fast, but her will to keep it slow, sweet and tender was stronger. She wanted to demonstrate with her body that it was not just a mechanical fuck. That she appreciated the gift he was giving her.

As she ground herself into him she found herself wondering how she had ever had sex with a white man before. Lee was so much larger, more masculine than her husband and it made her feel so feminine and sexy by comparison.

Just then as she was considering her husband he entered the room

"Beth," she heard her husband¡¯s voice, "I know everything."

"What?" Beth sat up on Lee's cock, twisting her torso so she could somewhat face Max.

Her face went red, but she kept Lee's cock inside her. She felt in some subconscious way that it made her stronger, more able to deal with the situation.

"I can't get cross with you," Max fretted. "I know you needed sperm and I wasn't available. Better you get the sperm of someone you have met than a complete stranger. Obviously I'm not happy about you actually having sex with him, but I understand your hormones must have played a part."

"You're really not cross?" Beth swung her left leg over Lee's body to swivel right the way round. She was now sitting on Lee's lap still impaled.

"I'm willing to overlook this little slip up if we can, if you'll let me take over my husbandly duties," Max glanced down at Lee's massive sex stretching Beth out to new capacities, he winced. "Lee's warmed you up and I thank him for that, but it must be me who actually does the deed."

"Okay well take off your clothes." Beth conceded. It had been a delicious fantasy - being bred with Lee's black love-child - but she knew she must go back to drab reality.

She and Lee shuffled to the end of the bed and put their feet on the floor. Beth's pale white knees were on the outside of Lee's huge dark ones, affording Max a terrible view of the damage Lee's monster had done to his wife's precious sex. It was expanded way beyond what it had ever been before and the lips were rosy under the pressure. Lee's vast baby-making balls hung below framing the scene below her freshly shaved pubic area.

"Aren't you going to get off him first?" Max saw Lee's cock was still tightly sealed inside her.

"He's still warming me up right?" she put her fingers down and felt her own transformed genitals, "You're not even ready."

Max quickly got naked and came over.

Beth started to lever herself off Lee's cock. With each inch that pulled out she felt more and more empty. Soon as she got to just the cock-head past her pussy lips, the emptiness was almost unbearable.

"Hang on," she asked her husband.

She dropped down onto Lee's cock moaning

"Oh that's better," Beth rotated her hips feeling Lee's girth.

"What are you doing?" Max protested.

"Sorry, sorry. I know, okay," she said as if she was having difficulty keeping track of what she had promised.

She raised herself up again. As she did she looked at Max's expectant cock. It looked so dwarfed by Lee's massive member. Could she really go back to such a small dick after being so satisfied? She could have already experienced for the last time Lee's huge bell end pressed into her cervix; a place her husband¡¯s dick could never reach. She wanted to feel it in her one last time so she slid down his pole again savouring every ridge and vein. She closed her eyes.

She was so focussed on the sensations she was surprised when her husband pleaded, "Please Beth, please don't do this..."

"I'm sorry Max," she imagined she could feel Lee's japseye waiting expectantly at the entrance to her womb, eagerly waiting to jet its load into her knocking her up, "Its just his dick oh god his dick is so deep in me."

She clenched and unclenched her belly muscles her body involuntarily pleading for Lee's potent charge.

Her body started to tremble from the excitement. 

"Beth I'm going to..." Lee gasped trying to hold back the load for as long as possible.

"Please I'm begging you let me be the one." Max fell to his knees cock pulsing uselessly in the air.

"I'm sorry Max. I'm going to have to decline." Beth admitted.

Beth arched her back and kissed Lee on the lips. Their bodies went rigid. Beth could feel every powerful physical sensation as jet after jet of thick fertile sperm jetted up into her expectant uterus. Then her world exploded. 



Fertilized In the Greenhouse



Natalie was the only young woman working in the greenhouse, and very likely the only female student worker in the entire grounds keeping department of her university. It paid above minimum wage, which seemed worth it, even when she spent hours watering the plants outside in the sun. Today had been especially trying because the hose had somehow been cut open by one of the many fixtures outside. When she had gone to investigate the sudden loss in water pressure, she had been soaked. Her light grey shirt was molded to her skin and her bangs were plastered to her forehead. Natalie figured she could dry off a little in the head house and drag the hose in to be repaired all at once. 

"Danny?" She hefted the heavy hose off of the ground and called out for her boss. She glanced around at the empty building, searching for his vehicle or her coworker. She dropped the hose on the concrete floor and looked out to see if she could spy one of the John Deere gators the grounds workers used to get around. There was one parked outside, but it didn't belong to anyone working in the greenhouse. "Hello?" Natalie yelled to double check as she walked toward the bathroom in the back.

She turned the corner to the bathroom, glancing down at her shirt, noticing that her nipples were showing through her soaked bra and shirt. 'It's probably a good thing no one was here to see me.' She thought as she turned to flick on the light, looking up to see Zach, another student worker. "Holy shit, Zach, you scared the fuck out of me!" Natalie laughed in relief before noticing how hungry Zach's blue eyes were, and how they hadn't risen above her chest since she had turned the corner "Zach?"

She yelped as he grabbed her by her wrist roughly and yanked her into the bathroom. She started to scream as he shoved her into the sink, knocking her breath away as the porcelain edge hit her in the stomach. Natalie felt his body pressed against hers, then felt his breath on her ear as he grabbed her wrists and held her hands down against the cold porcelain. Though she thought she was strong, she was no match for Zach. She could see their reflections in the mirror as he spoke into her ear. 

"No one is here, Natalie. They're all at a meeting until lunch. Just save your energy and let's do this the easy way." He reached up and grabbed her breast through her shirt. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat unsuccessfully, and nodded into the mirror, closing her eyes as his hand reached down to peel her wet shirt off. His hands were warm on her goose-bump covered skin, and Natalie shivered under his touch. Natalie felt Zach grind his hips into her ass roughly, pressing her further into the sink as his hands pushed her shirt up over her stomach, over her thin black bra. Zach's hand lingered on the thin fabric covering her tits. He grabbed her left breast roughly and pulled down the fabric, revealing her full and perky tits, her pink nipples hard from the cold. Natalie saw Zach bite his lip as he stared at her chest, before their eyes met in the mirror. Natalie looked down, but Zach grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to turn her head toward him and then pressed his mouth to hers, painfully pushing her lips into her teeth before pulling away. 

"Look at me, Natalie. God, you're such a fucking tease all the time." Zach pinched her nipple, making Natalie yelp in pain. "I know you see us when you're out there dancing - shaking your ass at us, teasing all the poor guys working." Natalie tried to protest, but was silenced as Zach finally pulled her wet t-shirt over her face. The fabric got tangled on her hands, and Zach left the shirt there, and began tugging at the buttons on Natalie's cut-offs. He had to move her hips away from the sink, and Natalie took her chance and tried to wiggle away from him. She quickly realized her mistake as he grabbed onto her hair and yanked her back into the bathroom, fury evident on his face as he threw her to the floor. 

"Natalie, I told you not to waste your energy. Now you're wasting my time too, bitch." Zach locked the door this time and pulled his belt off slowly, folding it and gripping the brown leather as he reached down to pick Natalie up off the floor. He pushed her face forward into the sink, and skipped the buttons this time, yanking Natalie's shorts and panties down roughly. Zach held her down by her neck and raised his belt. "I'm going to have to punish you for wasting my time, Natalie." He raised the belt and brought it down on her bare cheeks, eliciting a yelp. Natalie whimpered as she watched him get ready for the next strike in the mirror. She shut her eyes tightly as he brought the leather against her skin once, twice, three more times. When another blow failed to come she peeked, and once again met Zach's eyes in the mirror. He had a cruel smile plastered across his face as he kicked her legs apart and reached between them.

"Fuck, you are a little slut. Being beaten gets you all wet." Zach's finger's pushed past her folds and into her pussy, wiggling a little for emphasis. His exploration didn't last long, and the fingers of his free hand were soon fumbling with his jeans. After a few seconds, Natalie felt his warm, hard cock pushing toward her pussy. Within a few seconds of aiming, Zach found her entrance and pushed himself in fully in one swift motion. Natalie gasped as his cock hit her cervix. She heard Zach sigh and slowly withdrew, almost pulling out before slamming back into Natalie. The force of his thrusts drove Natalie forward, bumping her hips painfully against the sink and her head against the mirror. "Fuuuck, you are one. Tight. Bitch." He punctuated the final words with a thrust. "But enough playing, Natalie." 

Natalie looked up at Zach as he tangled his fingers in her hair, but she was still unprepared for him to yank her head back and begin driving his hips forward with more speed and force than before. Natalie tried to struggle away from his grip, but Zach only yanked her head back further, making Natalie cry out in pain. Zach's cock hit her cervix again and again as he thrust harder and harder, driving her hips into the sink, surely bruising them. Natalie started to cry, despite her best efforts. Zach looked down and moaned as he saw the tears streaking down her cheeks. He bit his lip and slowed his thrusts. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum with this act, Natalie."

"Oh fuck, please don't cum inside me, Zach. I'm not on birth control. Please, don't." Natalie sobbed as Zach slowed his thrusts. He yanked her head up further so their eyes met, and he smiled at her as she tried to quiet her sobs. The look in his eyes frightened Natalie, but she was desperate to avoid pregnancy at this stage in her life. So when Zack yanked her up to her feet, she didn't fight it. She let him kiss her roughly, and moved to her knees when he began to push her down. She looked up at him as Zach grabbed her head and moved it toward his throbbing cock. She could speed things up by giving him a great blow job, she thought.

Natalie licked the tip of his cock playfully, swirling her tongue around the head before sucking it into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down until the tip reached the back of her mouth. She brushed her tongue along the bottom as she bobbed down, trying to make Zach cum as soon as possible. She was startled when the gentle pressure on her head increased and Zach began push her mouth further and further down his cock. Natalie gagged as Zach began face fucking her, but it didn't seem to deter him. With each thrust he pushed his cock further and further down her throat, making Natalie gag each time. Zach smiled at Natalie as he forced his cock into her throat. Natalie struggled to get free but Zach held her down. When he finally pulled back, Natalie gasped for air. 

Before she was fully recovered, Zack forced his cock down her throat again, pushing until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. Natalie began to gag, trying to force the intrusion out but Zack only groaned and ground his hips against her face. His eyes closed and he began to breathe heavily as Natalie grew light headed. Zach pulled away as he struggles grew weak. "Shit, that was close, Natalie. We almost had a little accident. Maybe we shouldn't risk that." Zach hauled Natalie to her feet by her hair again, then returned her to her position bent over the sink. Natalie closed her eyes, resigning herself to her fate. She bit her lip as Zack once more slid inside of her. He was gentler this time, easing in and out of her, holding her head down with one hand. She relaxed slightly, closing her eyes, wondering if he was trying to delay coming and was going slower as a result.

She received her answer as she felt a gentle pressure against her asshole. Natalie's eyes shot open and she once again began to struggle away from Zach. She heard him laugh cruelly as he pressed his thumb into her, finally pushing past her resistance despite her fighting. He held her down tightly and wiggled his thumb inside of her asshole while continuing to fuck her. "Fuck, I was hoping to get inside this ass, but you're fucking tight. Wouldn't want to tear anything."

Natalie whimpered and wriggled under Zach's hands, realizing his thumb was not going to leave her ass as he began to pound into her roughly once more. His pace became more frantic and Natalie realized too late what would happen. "Zach, please don't cum in me, please don't," Natalie begged Zach, but her cries fell on deaf ears as Zach began to fuck her with more and more force. Finally, she felt his cock twitch with in her pussy and Zach's hips pressed firmly against her as he came inside of her. With a few more slow pumps, he sighed and leaned over, kissing Natalie's cheek gently, pulling his softening dick out of her abused pussy. 

"I'm going to call the cops," Natalie was calm for the first time, still lying on the sink, looking up at Zach. He only grinned at her as he buttoned his pants, and reached over her to wash his hands. She stared at him, but stood up and began to put herself back together, preparing for the trial ahead, a little unnerved by Zach's calmness. Finally her rapist spoke.

"It's your word against mine, Natalie. Your word against mine, and every other guy you've blue balled. Why do you think I was careful not to rip anything?" Zach smiled cruelly at Natalie. "You should just move on, Natalie. It could be a lot worse. Everyone could think that you're the type of girl to lie about being raped. A long trial, someone losing their job. I mean, feel free to try." With that, he dried his hands and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Natalie to sob.