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Natural Insemination

By: Jenny_C



Chapter 1: First Appointment

I let my husband do most of the talking. It was his idea, after all. Talk of artificial insemination scares me. From the start, I was against it. Some couples are meant not to have children -- That's my philosophy. If God didn't mean two people to bear children, then maybe they shouldn't. Too many people populate the world already, more than our natural resources can support. Why do you think we have global warming? What about the energy crisis, food shortages, pollution? The cause of all these problems is, fundamentally, more people than what our natural resources can support.

Plus, I also admit, I'm not particularly fond of the idea of having to go through a medical procedure. Doctors have always made me nervous. Just the thought of visiting the family physician makes my pulse race and my blood pressure rise. All those white lab coats, stainless steel instruments, the smell of antiseptic in the air; the combination of it all gives me the willies. And then there's the medical procedure itself, which frightens me even more, especially when it will involve at least two procedures: First to harvest my eggs and then another to have them inserted back into me -- and that's only if it works the first time. What if it doesn't? What if we have to try again and again? For all these reasons, I was against the idea of artificial insemination to have a baby, until now.

"What does your wife think?" The doctor asks from behind her desk.

Someone finally recognizes my presence. My husband can be a bit overbearing at times. He's done most of the talking so far. Not just in this doctor's office, but he sometimes does it around our friends too, answering for me, telling others what I think. He treats me like a child at times, so I am thankful when she turns to get my opinion.

The doctor is not what I expected. First of all, she is a woman. My husband is not the type to go to a female doctor. In fact, I'm surprised he didn't turn around and walk right back out of her office as soon as she introduced herself. Second, the doctor looks nothing like a doctor. Instead of a white lab coat -- or scrubs, as I guess they call it -- she dresses in professional business attire. A light blue blouse and slacks, very stylish, and with her hair bunched up on the top of her head to give her the look of a professional. I have a hard time picturing her in a hospital gown or operating room. She more resembles a schoolteacher, like as in a strict teacher not afraid to use the ruler.

Up until now, the conversation has been mostly between her and my husband. My only words were a weak "hi" and a "glad to meet you" when we first walked into her office. I felt too nervous and scared to say anything more. I still am.

"She's still thinking about it," My husband initially answers for me, like he so often does. "She doesn't like the idea of artificial insemination, and I don't think she is going to like this idea of natural insemination either. First she needs to think about it before making any decisions."

"Hold on!" I gently take his arm when I finally muster up courage enough to speak. He is a sweet man, my husband, but again acts overbearing. He was raised on a traditional Midwestern farm where the husband worked and the wife stayed in the kitchen. I guess that's part of the reason why he is so adamant to have children. He somehow feels incomplete without them.

"Hold on?" He looks back at me in surprise. He is not accustomed to me speaking my mind. "Katie, what are you saying?"

I take a deep breath to relax my nerves. "I'm not saying anything. I'm just saying we should hear her out. Her idea might have potential. At least it won't involve a doctor's office and a bunch of laboratory equipment."

A surprised look shows on his face. This was not the answer he expected. It was not the answer I expected to give either. The whole idea of natural insemination sounded crazy when I first heard it, that is, until I walked into Doctor Palin's office.

"Are you sure?" He finally asks.

"I'm just saying we should hear her out," I shyly admit. "I'd like to hear what she has to say."

"But do you understand what it would involve?" He asks with worry.

"It was your idea," I remind him under my breath so the stranger behind the desk can't hear. "If you're against it, then why did we bother to drive all the way downtown and take the afternoon off from work?"

The look of surprise on my husband's face turns to thoughtfulness. He doesn't answer, just looks at me with wonder.

"Would you like to continue?" Doctor Palin breaks the silence. She acts anxious, like she has a busy schedule, too busy to sit around listening to the two of us argue.

"Of course," My husband quickly gives in. "We don't need to make the final decision right now anyway."

"Of course you don't," Doctor Palin agrees. "In fact, I recommend you discuss and give it several days thought before making any decision. This is an important decision, and you both need to be comfortable with it."

My husband nods.

I follow his lead.

"Plus, there are a few blood tests you need to take before I can even consider you for the procedure," She addresses her next words to me. "We take great care here at the clinic to protect our patients from any sexually transmitted diseases or infections. You must therefore be tested for a large suite of potential conditions, such as herpes, syphilis, hepatitis..."

"I can assure you..." My husband interrupts.

"I'm sure you can," She interrupts right back at him. "Please, I don't mean to suggest you sleep around or your wife is a whore," She holds up her hand to stop him from interrupting any further. "It isn't just for your benefit, but for the benefit of all my other patients as well, and also the benefit of the eventual child. Many of the conditions can be terribly contagious and cause birth defects. They are also difficult to eradicate. I'm sure you can appreciate the fact all my other patients were also tested."

My husband wants to argue further, I can tell, but then I reach across to put my hand on his shoulder. I silently tell the man sitting next to me to drop it. The thought of me sleeping around like a common whore is laughable, and I would know if he was sleeping around.

"Now," Doctor Palin soon goes on. She opens a folder and takes out a pen. "First there are several questions I need to ask you. This isn't a procedure for just anyone. It won't automatically work for just anybody pulled off the street. There are certain contributing factors, prior medical conditions, family history, etcetera that make it more likely to work for some couples and fail for others. So to ascertain your own success, I need to first ask some questions."

I nod in response. We both do. This is the third doctor we have talked to about conceiving children, so I expect her to have questions. I even know what some of the questions will be, based on prior experience, or so I initially believe.

"Some of my questions may be a bit embarrassing," The doctor turns to my husband and warns. "But please remember I am a doctor, and the questions are important for me to help determine the root cause of the problem."

My husband nods again, looking very sure of himself, as if nothing could possibly embarrass him.

"About your size," Doctor Palin immediately goes right to the point. She speaks in a professional tone. "How long are you, when erect?"

I jump at this question.

So does my husband. He takes offense. "What's that got to do with anything?" He speaks louder than necessary.

"It has a great deal to do with everything," Doctor Palin stays unperturbed. She continues speaking in a level tone of voice as if accustomed to every man having the same reaction. "The longer the length, the deeper the penetration, and therefore the closer to the egg the sperm is deposited. I would have assumed your regular doctor already asked you this."

Size wasn't supposed to make a difference, I thought, or at least that's what I was always told. I don't remember our regular doctor ever asking the same question, or the specialists in reproductive medicine either. Or at least they never asked my husband in my presence, which now makes me wonder if they ever asked him in private. Her explanation does seem to make some logical sense when I think about it.

"Well, um," He is taken aback by her cool demeanor. "That is a bit personal, but if it's important."

"It is!" Doctor Palin assures him.

"Then I would say, maybe, a little less than five," He answers, embarrassed.

"How much less than five?" The Doctor now turns to me instead.

"More like four-and-a-half," I answer for him.

He scowls at me.

"Well, it's true!" I scowl back. "You could have answered yourself." I say it under my breath, so the doctor doesn't hear. The smile on her face, however, tells me she heard perfectly.

"That could help explain part of your problem," The smile disappears before my husband notices. "Perhaps this is simply a case were you are not of sufficient length to impregnate your wife? Normally it does not matter, but some women can be taken deeper than others."

My husband takes offense at her remark, I can tell, but he doesn't say anything. She insults his maleness, his ego, but does so with such professionalism he can't muster a fight against her. For a brief moment, I worry he might get up, storm out of the room, and leave because it is the only thing he can do.

Before he can do anything, however, the Doctor casually returns to her list of questions. "Now about your girth," She asks the next one. "Have you ever measured your circumference?"

Neither one of us says anything at first.

"When fully erect, of course," She quickly adds as if to make sure we understand.

"Well, um," My husband continues to hesitate. This time I know better than to answer for him, even after the doctor turns to me to question after he is not immediately forthcoming.

"I guess about four inches around," He answers more accurately to this question.

"Very interesting as well," Doctor Palin responds and writes it down. "A short length in combination with a small girth compounds the problem," She speaks while looking at her paper. "It may not seem obvious, but a wide girth helps. It stimulates the response within the female body, and the more intense the response, the higher the production rate of female estrogen, which further increases the probability of a successful pregnancy. This could explain why you have not been able to get pregnant, although it is in no means the only explanation."

No doctor ever told us this before. Perhaps that's because all our other doctors were male. Or perhaps they talked to my husband about it in private. He might have been too embarrassed to tell me. I start to wonder, and then I quick try to remember to perhaps ask him about it later.

"And what about your stimulus?" The doctor interrupts my questioning thoughts to ask of me. "How often do you experience orgasm when the two of you have sex?"

It takes me a moment to realize she addresses the question to me. "Well, um," It is now my turn to feel embarrassed. "Actually, I don't normally." Actually, I never do, hardly ever, but I'm not brave enough to say this with my husband sitting right beside me.

"Another point of interest!" Doctor Palin responds again. It seems to be her common response to every question. "And what about frequency? How often do the two of you have sex?"

At least this question is familiar. Our regular doctor and the reproductive specialists asked the same thing.

"Three times per week since we've been trying to have children," My husband answers this question with more confidence. "We've been told to attempt it more often, but both of us have full time jobs and are tired during the week. We're in a hurry to get to sleep most of the time."

Actually, he's the one who always wants to go to sleep. He gets home, watches television, eats dinner, and then usually falls asleep on the couch while watching some more television. By the time we get to bed, he's not much in the mood. I consider pointing this out to the Doctor, but hold back, hoping I may later get to talk to her in private.

"I hear that from a lot of couples," The Doctor plays along with his excuse. "I suppose it is one of the disadvantages of today's modern lifestyle."

My Husband likes this. It reinforces his argument. Ever since we first got married, he's been pressuring me to quit my job and stay home. Since we started having trouble conceiving children, the pressure has only increased. In fact, he believes the primary reason for our failure is the stress and physical exertion of my job, but I never believed the job of a waitress was particularly stressful.

"And how long does it usually last?" She turns back to me. "I mean from the time of initial penetration to final ejaculation, how long does your husband usually last?"

The words she uses give me a thrill; words like "penetration" and "ejaculation." They shouldn't thrill me, I know, not in a doctor's office. She uses the terms in a clinical sense, but still I can't help it.

"Ten, maybe fifteen minutes," My husband answers for me.

Doctor Palin ignores him. Her eyes stay focused on me, as if waiting for a response, wanting only my estimate.

"I guess that's about right," I know he exaggerates, but give in anyway. "It's not like I ever timed it using a stopwatch."

I let out a slight giggle as I say this. A picture forms in my mind: Me with a stopwatch and my husband on top. The picture makes me laugh. Doctor Palin smiles back and seems to think it funny too.

"A longer penetration time can also be of benefit," She smiles but does not allow any other emotion to show through. I suspect she knows the real answer to her question is something less. I hope I get a chance to talk to her afterwards, outside the presence of my husband, and set the record straight. If we really do want to be successful, then I think we need to be honest and give her accurate answers.

"And what about quantity?" She finally turns back to him. "After this quick ejaculation of yours, would you say you ejaculate a large quantity when you cum?"

Her choice of words surprises me. She adds another to thrill me. I've heard them all before, from our regular doctor, but they somehow sound more thrilling coming from a female. I especially like the way she indirectly hints, probably on purpose, that even ten or fifteen minutes is too quick in her book.

"I guess I do!" My husband answers, perturbed. "How should I know?"

Doctor Palin nods. "Fair enough," She agrees. "I'll check your medical records when they arrive. You should have already been tested for quantity."

I think about this and wonder how he was tested. There is only one way I can think to test it, but have a hard time imagining my husband submitting to such a test. If he ever did so, he never gave me any indication.

The doctor goes on to ask us less personnel, not so sexually-related questions. She asks about any prescription medications, past medical procedures, even any illegal drug use. My husband admits to once puffing up a marijuana cigarette and having a few beers over the weekend, but that's about it. All I ever drink is a glass of wine on special occasions. Neither of us ever had any major surgery, certainly nothing to prevent us from bearing children.

"No surgery at all?" She looks me in the eye and asks more pointedly, as if she thinks I might be telling a lie.

"None," I take offense at her silent accusation, but then recall. "Well, yes, there were my tonsils when I was a little girl."

"And nothing else?"

"Nothing at all," I assure her.

"Not even your breasts?"

I suddenly understand the reason for her disbelief. She thinks my breasts are artificial, enhanced in size, and I can understand why. They certainly are larger than the average.

"They're completely natural," My husband comes to my rescue before I get the chance.

"Just asking," The Doctor holds up her hands in a way of apologizing. "Your answers certainly make you potential candidates for the procedure," She closes up the file and the questionnaire inside. "We still need to run a few tests, yes, but I believe there is an excellent chance I can help."

"You really think so?" I ask with hope, surprised at the speed of her conclusion. I had expected a lot of tests, perhaps more questions too, but then her questions did dive right to the point.

"We still need to run a few tests," She repeats her disclaimer as if to make sure I fully understand and don't jump to any conclusions too soon. "But I think your problem may be as simple as inadequate size during penetration."

"Wait a minute!" My husband doesn't like this. He starts to get up out of his chair in opposition. Doctor Palin holds out the palm of her hand in an invitation for him to stop and sit back down.

"Please, it's very common," She casually explains. "I know all you men like to think you are big down there. It's a sign of masculinity, you believe, but it's impossible for every male to be oversized. There's something called the law of averages. Some men are longer, and some men are smaller. It's no different than the breasts on a woman.

The doctor uses my breasts as an example. "Take your wife, for example," She makes a point of looking at them from across her desk. "Bras are purposely made in a large variety of cup sizes. We have a whole lettering system to categorize them. Your wife is probably, what, a D cup?" She asks of me.

"Double-D," I quickly correct.

"So that would put you in upwards of the 98th percentile," She translates into more scientific terms. "Which means your breasts are larger than about 98 percent of the population. They are certainly a lot larger than my own," She glances down at her own chest as if to point this out. "But this does not make me feel inadequate as a woman. I am no less female than what you are," She looks at me and then turns to my husband. "Just as you are no less male than any other man."

He does a comparison too, I notice, my husband, taking a quick glance at me and then a much closer look at the Doctor. It is something he can relate to, I suppose, something any guy can understand. He knows all about my heavy double Ds, but must take a close look at what the Doctor may have hidden behind her business attire. I figure he tries to picture what she might look like in the bare.

"Plus, some women simply need to be penetrated more deeply than others," Doctor Palin breaks his stare when she goes on. "That's just the way they are physically built inside. Just as some men grow longer on the outside, so do the hormones in the developing fetus cause some women to develop deeper on the inside. It's not as noticeable on a woman because it occurs inside, to her internal plumbing, but it happens."

Her explanation seems to have some merit. "Could they cause a large chest size too?" I think to ask. "I mean these hormones that cause a woman to be deeper inside, could they also cause larger breasts? Could my large breast be a sign that I'm also deep on the inside?"

Doctor Palin brings her hand up to her chin and thinks about this. "Interesting theory! You certainly do have some heavy breasts," She looks right at them. "But I'm afraid there's been no proven medical correlation between the two. Still, interesting theory!"

She continues to think about it.

"So this could be the source of the problem," My husband nudges her back to the situation at hand.

"Possible," Her hand lowers. "You take an under-average male combined with an over-average female, and pregnancy becomes nearly impossible."

I like the sound of this. This Doctor may have something. I turn more relaxed and for the first time feel she actually may be able to help. What she says next makes me feel even better.


Natural Insemination



Note: I've had this idea for a while about a man providing his sperm to make a baby for his brother and sister.  It sounded pretty simple at first but as you can read in the story it gets a lot more complicated.  But it's a whole lot of fun.  Enjoy and all rights reserved.  

*

Joe knew it would be the same thing when he got home.  For the past week as he entered the door he heard his wife Jill sobbing away.  He had tried everything, including suggesting counseling to help her get over their problem.  Actually it was his problem because he was the one with the low sperm count.  

"Jill you have to stop feeling bad about not having kids.  The doctor said there is still a remote possibility and we can always look into adopting."  

"But I want to experience having my own child.  Both of my sisters have kids and I don't even want to go home for the holidays."  

"Maybe we can scrape up enough money for artificial insemination?"  

"We can't Joe.  We both have student loans and a high mortgage payment."

"I know but you can't keep crying and making yourself miserable."

She stopped sobbing and stood up to hug him.  "I was reading on the Internet about other couples who...who have the same problem we have."

"Yeah...and?"  

"Just wait until I'm finished.  Promise?"  

"Sure," he said not having any idea what she was going to say.  

"The couples got another man to...to do a natural insemination."  She continued quickly before he could say anything.  "It is usually someone from the husband's family so the baby will have similar DNA to the father."  

"Natural insemination" he repeated and then it hit him.  "You want another man to...to fuck you?"  

"God no...not fuck.  You make it sound so dirty."  

"Well hell it is dirty considering another man will stick his dick into you and fuck you until he fills you with his cum."  

Then she got angry.  "It wouldn't really be sex or fucking.  There will be little foreplay and think of it like a needle injection."  

He sighed and sat down on the sofa.  "I don't think I can handle it."  

"I talked about it with Annie."  

"My sister?  Jesus she will tell the whole world."  

"No she promised and is willing to loan us Adam."  

"Does he know?"  Joe thought about his younger brother who had only recently married Annie.  

"No.  We thought it would be better if you asked him."  

"Yeah, like I go to my kid brother and ask if he wants to fuck my wife.  Oops sorry..if he wants to inject my wife." 

"Joe it's the only way."  

"We can keep trying.  The doctor said I have some sperm."  

"Yes, but the odds of me getting pregnant are slim to none."  

"He might not want to do it."  

"You have to talk him into it," she begged.  

"Let me think about it," he sighed as he walked out the back door to the patio.  Fifteen minutes later he walked back in.  "OK, I'll ask him."  

*

It was a few days later when Adam and Annie came over for dinner.  Except for Adam the other three were nervous about what was going to be asked.  Joe made sure that Adam had a few beers before they all went into the den to sit.  

Joe started first, "Well bro, Jill and I have something to ask you."  

Adam looked at him suspiciously.  "This sounds scary."  

Jill had been looking at Adam all evening.  She had not really noticed how good a shape he was in and had not really noticed the large bulge in his jeans before. 

"As you know Jill and I have been trying to have children but we found out that the problem is my low sperm count."

Adam was quick.  "Hey, no problem.  I'll gladly donate sperm at the sperm bank."  

"That's just it," Joe repeated.  "We can't afford artificial insemination.  We need to...to provide sperm the natural way."  

"You're shitting me," he gasped realizing his older brother wanted him to fuck his cute sister.  He glanced at Annie.  "And you know about this and are agreeable to it?"  

"It's for Jill and Joe," Annie said trying to keep calm.  "I know you love me and Joe knows Jill loves him.  You know how happy we were when we had Mikie."  

"Yes, but..but this is very intimate and we can't take it back once it happens."  

"We know," Jill said finally speaking up.  "It will just be as mechanical as we can do it."  

"Wow...this is crazy.  Annie you know that I've never wanted to have sex with another woman besides you."  

"I know," she smiled holding his hand.  

"No one else can know.  We all have to swear."  

"We swear," Joe said checking out Annie's cute little body.  He started wondering if maybe he could mess around with her while Adam was fucking Jill.  

Annie saw Joe's eyes on her body and realized what he was thinking.  Even though they had only been married two years their sex had dwindled to maybe twice per month.  She too had read stories about couples getting together to get one wife pregnant while the other two spouses messed around at the same time.  She didn't think Adam would go for that at least not until he started having real sex with Jill.  

"Honey, we all want this to happen.  Joe and I feel comfortable that it will only be with one purpose in mind."  

Adam looked at Jill's nice round chest.  She had at least two cup sizes on Annie.  "Well hell why not.  When do we start? 

"I knew it wouldn't take much of a fight," Joe laughed even though he was still not sure about this.  

"This is almost my fertile time," Jill said nervously.  

"Tonight?" Joe asked.  "Are you anxious?"  

"Joe if this is the way you are going to act then we should call this off," Adam said quickly.  "I don't think Jill or I really want to do this but it is needed for you two to have a child."  

"Also," Annie chimed in.  "In order for it to work it needs to be done more than once.  We have to increase the odds."  

"Shit," Joe said softly.  He hadn't figured it would be more than just once.  "How long is this going to go on?"  

"At least two weeks," Annie said. 

"Two weeks!" Both Joe and Adam said loudly at the same time.  

"Two weeks as often as Adam is able to do it."  

Even Jill hadn't planned on doing it with Adam every day for two weeks.  "She's right.  We do it for two weeks and hopefully that will be it."

"Adam is on summer break from his teaching job and since you are home there shouldn't be any problems with time."  Annie grinned.  She glanced at both men's crotches and noticed they were both turned on.  

They all got quiet as they thought about what the next two weeks would be.  

"I don't think I want to be in the house while you are doing it," Joe said looking at Jill.  "Maybe Annie and I can go to the movies or take some walks."  

"Uh....yes he's right," Annie smiled.  "We shouldn't be here." 

"So do we start tonight?" Adam asked knowing his pants were about to burst open.  

"Joe and I can go to our house.  Mikie is with your mom," Annie said standing up.  She looked at her watch.  "It's almost 8PM.  We will be back around 10PM."  

"Two hours?" Joe gasped.  

"It's the first time and I'm sure they will be nervous," Annie said.  "It can't be rushed to the point where the yield will be affected."  

"The yield?" Adam asked.  

"Of sperm." 

Joe decided to set another rule.  "Also, you can't be naked while you are doing it.  It uh...should be dark and Adam just pulls it out and you slide up your gown and don't really see each other." 

Jill laughed.  "You're joking right?  We're going to be having intercourse for two weeks straight and you are worried about us seeing each other naked."  

Joe looked at Adam.  "It's supposed to be mechanical with no foreplay."  

Adam glanced at Annie. "What if I have problems you know...getting it up?"  

Annie looked at the obvious hard-on pushing up his pants.  "From the looks of that and the fact that you are always horny I don't think that's a problem."  

Jill could see that Joe was wavering.  "That's fine.  If it happens we will have to revisit the rule.  We all want to make a baby so please let's try it."   

It was strange walking their spouses to the door so they could go upstairs and have intercourse for two hours.  It was also strange for Joe and Annie leaving their spouses behind to have sex.  

After the door closed Jill and Adam stood looking at each other.  "I think we should go slow," she smiled.  "I've always thought of you as my little brother too."  

"Same here but I've also fantasized about you."  

"You have?" Jill asked surprised.  She realized she had known him since he was fifteen years old.  "Let's go sit down on the sofa for a while."  

*

"We have to keep our minds off of what they are doing," Annie said to Joe who was staring into space sitting next to her in the SUV.  

"Yeah, like how are we going to do that?"

She grinned.  "I think we can come up with something."  She reached over and took his large hand in her small one.  

Joe glanced over at her and noticed that the top three buttons on her shirt were now open.  He had not remembered them being open when they were in the house.  He could now see the top halves of her small but perfectly shaped titties and the white-laced bra holding them up for his visual enjoyment.  As he held onto her hand he felt her thumb rubbing over the back of his.  

He had been to their house many times but never alone with Annie.  It was strange walking into the dark house and waiting for her to put away her purse and turn on some lights.  He noticed that she only turned on a few lamps, which kept the den in a romantic mood.  

"Can I get you a drink?" She asked as she leaned over the small coffee table in front of her.  Her shirt fell away from her chest and he had enough light to see straight down to her navel.  She stayed bent over until he saw the dark upper half of her right nipple.  

"Uh sure," he grinned knowing the open buttons and the flash was no accident.  "Do you have any scotch?"  

"I think so," she said.  "I think I'll have one too."  She had never been with another man besides Adam and was cool on the outside but boiling inside.   She left the room and a few minutes later came back inside and sat next to him.  "A toast."  

He clicked his glass to hers.  "What are we toasting?"  

"To a successful baby."  

"To a successful baby." 

*

Jill also asked Adam if he wanted a drink but he didn't.  "So I guess we just need to do it."  

"Right we said to make it mechanical.  Where do you want to do it?"  

She glanced at the large rise in his pants.  "I don't think there will be a erection problem.  You've been that way since we started talking about it."  

"I know and I'm not sure how long I'll last since I'm really turned on."   

"We have two hours," she giggled.  "Give me five minutes to go upstairs and get ready."  

He watched her go and thought about his wife sitting in his house with his brother while they had intercourse.   They said it was to produce a baby but he was going to fuck his brother's wife mechanically or not.  He looked at the clock and sat nervously for five minutes.  

"I'm ready!" She yelled.  

Adam reached into his pants and guided his eight- inch hard cock upward towards his navel.  He knew Jill would be calling the shots and wondered if she would allow any foreplay or kissing.  He stopped at the master bedroom doorframe and knocked.  

"Come in silly," Jill giggled.  

Adam didn't know what to expect. He peeked around into the room and saw candles lit on the two night tables.  She was lying on the bed wearing a long black nightgown with thin spaghetti straps holding it up.  "Wow...you are so beautiful.  The candles gave off enough light for him to see her nice round titties and hard nipples pushing out the black silk.  

"Thank you," she blushed feeling weird that her young brother was seeing her like this.  "Come closer."  

He walked to the bed and waited.  

"I guess you should undress to...to your underwear.  I mean you won't be really naked."  

Adam quickly jerked off his shirt and pushed down his slacks.  He stood upright after pulling his socks, shoes and pants off his feet proudly displaying his bulge of affection.  

"We said to make it mechanical," she said.  So why don't you crawl up here between my legs."  She slowly pushed her legs outward while pulling up her nightgown making sure to keep her pussy covered.  "I'm not wearing panties."  

"Oh...ok," he said looking at her delicious creamy thighs hoping she would wrap them around his hips as they fucked.  He moved onto his knees between her legs and reached into his boxers to find his hard cock.  

"Wait, lean forward.  We uh...can't see each other."  It hit her that this was really happening.  Another man's hard cock was about to enter her hot moist hole.  

"Are you going to pull up your gown?"  

Her fingers trembled as they pinched the gown on both sides and gently pulled until she felt the cool air on her upper thighs and newly shaven pussy lips.  He was leaning over enough that they couldn't see each other's privates.   

She smiled as she opened her legs, which pulled her outer lips apart. 

"Are you...you know...wet enough?"  He asked hoping she would let him touch or lick her pussy.  

"I'm dripping," she said as she leaned forward to guide his body down to hers.  "Put it in."  

His upper body moved forward and downward until his hands moved to both sides of her shoulders.  Both were nervous as he felt the tip of his cock press into her upper right thigh.  He moved his hips until it between her legs.  

"Ahh," she moaned when the swollen crown pressed into her pussy lips against her raised clit.  It felt good there but she wanted it inside.  "Lower." Her body shifted up while his shifted down.  "Right there."  

Adam looked into her eyes as his hips lowered and his cockhead slid easily into her moist hole.  

"Oh God it feels so good," she moaned pushing up to get him totally inside.  But he moved up as well to tease her.  "You shit," she gasped.  "Put it all in." 

Adam didn't want to make her mad and pushed another three inches inside.  He had never felt Anne's pussy this wet before.  "More?"  

"Yes...I want it all," she groaned as she reached around his body and grabbed onto his firm ass.  With one pull his cock moved completely inside.  "AHHH!"  

Adam knew he wasn't going to last long.  "I need to move it if I'm going to cum."  

Her hands remained on his bare ass as he withdrew it and slowly pushed it back inside.  He knew they both wanted to let go and fuck and kiss but were committed to follow the rules that were set up.  As he pushed and pulled her feet moved up the backs of his thighs until they crisscrossed around the top of his ass.  

"I'm going to cum," he whispered as he pushed all the way inside.  "I'm going to cum."  

"Good hold it inside," she said grabbing onto his ass again and holding him tight and deep.  Her internal muscles squeezed and released his buried cock until he exploded.  

"NOW...NOW...OH FUCK!"  He felt his spunk explode deep inside of her.  

"More...give it all to me." She laughed feeling the hot juices deep inside.  She heard him grunt each time his cannon fired until he got quiet.   He started to pull out but she stopped him.  "Not yet."  

Adam thought he would start to soften but his cock stayed hard. "Want to do it again?"  He knew she had not climaxed yet and knew the second time would be longer.   

Her eyes stayed closed.  "Yes."  Her mouth opened wide when his cock started moving again.  Slowly at first, then faster and faster until his belly was slapping against hers.  

Jill had not considered climaxing but feeling another man's prick pounding her and his near mostly naked body against hers brought her to the summit.

"OH..OH..OH..OH," she moaned each time he dropped.    "Don't stop...oh yes...yes...it feels so...Oh Adam...do it...fuck me."  

He knew she had lost control now and wondered how far she would go.  When her eyes looked into his again he lowered his mouth to hers and felt her lips open and her tongue dash out to find his.  She sucked on his tongue until she came.  "NOW...I'M CUMING NOW!"  Seconds later he filled up her void with a second layer of sperm.  

*

Joe and Annie sat a few feet apart on the sofa drinking another round of booze.  "This doesn't seem fair.  You know...they get to have sex while we watch TV."  

Annie grinned and moved her body up onto the sofa while putting her lower legs across his lap.  "I could use a foot massage." 

He wished that she wore something else besides jeans and a tee shirt but knew they had almost two hours to get to know each other.  He picked up her petite right foot and slowly and gently massaged.  

"Umm...that feels so good," She purred.  Just the touch of another man's hands was causing a serious wetness between her legs.  She closed her eyes as his fingers caressed and rubbed up and down both feet.  "Do you think they are doing it now?"  

He forced a chuckle.  "I'm sure of it.  I think they couldn't wait to get us out of the house."   His hands moved slowly up over her bare ankles and explored under the bottoms of her jeans almost to her knees.  

"Are you jealous?  You know that another man is..is fucking your wife?"  She asked as she peeked at his lap and saw the rise of his manhood.  

He laughed.  "I thought I was going to be but since it's my brother and we might get a baby I'm not.  Besides I'm getting a chance to know my beautiful sister better."  

Annie felt his left hand move from under her jeans and start traveling and massaging on top of the jeans. She didn't complain when his large hand moved over her right knee to her thigh.  She didn't reach down to stop him until his left index finger pressed into her covered pussy.  "We can't do anything really bad tonight."  

He moved his other hand up until it was a couple inches from the junction of her legs and she stopped its progress.  "Define really bad."  



"Just kissing and rubbing our bodies together tonight," she grinned as she moved off the sofa and pulled the back cushions away.  "Lie down on your back," she commanded.  When he did she grinned at his swollen hidden hard-on and moved her covered pussy on top of it while she moved her front onto his.  Neither said a word as their mouths came together and their lips opened.  Seconds later they were wet kissing someone besides their own spouse. 

Annie felt his hands moving on her back.  Her body shifted forward and back against his hard bulge.  It was so hot tongue kissing another man while she dry-humped him.   As his fingers moved down over her ass she leaned back and smiled.  "Having fun touching my butt?" 

"Yes, and I've wanted to do it since I first met you." 

"I've always thought you were hot too," she whispered feeling his middle finger push down her covered ass crack. "I never thought we would ever do this."  Her pussy felt his hardness while her lips opened again to accept his hot tongue.  

Joe felt his damn about to burst and grabbed her ass to hold her still.  "Slow down...I'm about to explode."  

She giggled and froze.  "Did little Annie get the big man all excited?"  

He smiled.  "You're a big tease aren't you?"  

"Am I?" She asked.  Her body lifted back until she was sitting by his feet looking at the shape of his cock in his jeans.  "What are you packing under there?"  

"Show me yours and I'll show you mine," he grinned as he lifted his sock-covered foot and lightly brushed it against her left breast.  

"You bastard.  And you call me a tease.  If I don't get any relief soon I'm going to scream."  

He felt her hard nipple and focused his big toe on it.  "Go ahead."  

"What?  You want me to...to touch myself?"

"Well I can't do it and you need it."  

She had never even masturbated in front of Adam before.  "This is crazy."  She grabbed his foot.  "OK but you have to do it too."  




Natural Insemination



"Duh...I don't want to cum in my pants."  

She jumped up off the sofa.  "Wait here."  

"Uh...I'm not going anywhere?"  He heard her running down the hallway and run back. She was holding a small white hand towel.  "Here."  

"Under the towel," he smiled.  

"Yes and then you can use it."  

"What...I mean how?"  

"I'll go first and you can kiss me while I'm doing it."  

"OK."  Joe stood up as she moved onto her back on the sofa.  He watched her unsnap her jeans and push down the zipper.  Her pink panties appeared and her thin fingers moved under them.  

"Don't look," she said reaching with her left hand to pull his head and lips down to hers.   As their tongues mixed her fingers quickly brought her dripping pussy up to an orgasm.  "Oh God...Ohhh."   

His mouth moved to her left ear. "Touch it...touch your pussy."  His teeth nibbled which made her hotter.  

"It feels so tingly...so hot...so wet."   

"Do it.... cum for me." He moved his face back and saw her eyes closed.  He saw her arm moving faster and faster and followed it with his eyes down to her elbow...to her wrist and under the silk panties.  As she got closer to cuming her hand lifted higher until he could see under it.  He saw her middle finger rubbing into her slit side to side.  A small blonde bush rested over her pussy.  

"I'M CLOSE...SO CLOSE...OH GOD...I'M GOING TO...TO CUM!  AHHHHH!"  

Joe wanted to help but stayed back.  After she calmed down he helped her up and took her place on the sofa. 

"I'll cover it," she giggled while placing the towel over his bulge.  When he hesitated she grabbed his belt and opened it.  

He folded his hands behind his head and let her unzip his jeans.  "Want to take it out for me?"  

"Not this time," she smiled.  She replaced the towel again and turned to kiss him.  Annie felt the movements of his body and knew he was jerking himself off.  

Her kisses became deeper and wetter while his strokes became faster and faster.  Her lips moved away and she looked into his eyes.  "I saw you looking at me.  So now it's my turn."  Before he could react she turned and pulled the towel away.  "OH MY GOD!"  She knew he felt big but seeing it was a shock.  It was as long as Adam but almost twice as thick.  

"I guess I'm really the big brother," Joe laughed as he pulled his hand away and let her see the cock in all its glory.  "Are you sure you don't want to touch it?"  

"Yes...I want to touch it...to kiss and suck it and...and fuck it," she said.  "Hurry and cum so we don't make a mistake."  She too had never seen Adam or any other male masturbating.  

Joe knew now that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.  "You've got a plan don't you?"  He kept stroking.  

"Yes...maybe...if you agree."  

He realized that little innocent Annie was not so pure.  "Tell me."  

"Well...our spouses are presently fucking with the rules that we set for them.  Only mechanical and I was glad you said not naked.  After tonight they will be hooked."  She turned and watched his cockhead get darker red.  

"And...and once they get really hooked...they will break the rules," he added realizing where she was going.  His fingers stroked faster.  

"And when they break the rules we will catch them doing it and tell them it all has to stop."  She turned and looked again.  "Oh God...I've got to touch it."  

Joe grinned when she pulled his hand away and curled her small fingers around it.  "Oh FUCK!"  

"We can't do that until we tell them that they have to stop unless we can do the same.  But before that happens we can do anything we want up to intercourse."  She turned her body around and grabbed him with two hands.  "Cum for me Joe...I want to see it!"  

"OH FUCK YES...I'M GOING TO CUM SO HARD." HERE IT COMES...OHHHHH!"  

She could feel the hot juices forcing their way out of his cock.  She quickly grabbed the towel and covered the crown as the fountain erupted.  His hips rose and fell until he was empty.  

"They will agree because they won't want to stop," Annie said as she stood up and wiped the residual from his cock and balls.  They lay together hugging and kissing for a while.  She looked at the clock.  "We better start heading back to your house." 



*

"How much time is left?" Jill asked Adam who had fallen off to the side.  She had her eyes closed and her legs bent to keep his cum inside of her as much as possible.  

He moved onto his elbows and leaned over her to see the lit alarm clock on the night table.  "Twenty-minutes."  

She felt his erection against her hip.  "God are you hard again?"  She had never been fucked three times in one night.  

"I've stayed hard," he bragged.  "Do we have enough time?"  

"Yes....hurry and put it inside again," she giggled dropping her leg closest to him and reaching out to guide him home again. They had no problem lining up their bodies as his thin hard cock pushed into her cum dripping pussy.  "Ohhh...yes."  

Adam reached under her and cupped her bare ass this time.  She didn't object that his fingers were on her bare buttocks so he took the opportunity to caress and explore while his hips drove his manhood deep inside.  

"Kiss me," she commanded.  Again their lips met and parted.  Both forgot about their main purpose of making a baby.  Their present purpose was to cum again.  "Fuck me Adam...fuck me," she whispered while her lips and teeth nibbled on his earlobe.  

"Ah...Ah...Ah...Ah!" She moaned each time he bottomed out.  

*

"Shhh," Annie whispered to Joe as they tip-toed up the stairs and down to the closed master bedroom door.  She heard the bed squeaking first.  "They are still doing it."  

Joe moved up behind her and heard his familiar wife's moans.  Jill shocked him when she said, "Kiss me."  

"They're kissing," Annie grinned.  

"Fuck me Adam...fuck me!"  

Annie turned and whispered.  "That doesn't sound very mechanical does it?"  

"Should we catch them now?"  Joe wanted to fuck his young sister.  

"No...let's give them a few more days.  Come on they will be finishing soon."  She took his hand and led him downstairs.  

*

"Hurry...faster...don't stop!" Jill cried.  "I'm close...so close.  OH SHIT!!!"

Adam again came deep inside of her.  He squeezed his cock a few times until he was empty. "Shit, more than two hours are up.  We better get down there."  

She opened her dazed eyes and grinned.  "You go down.  Tell them that I have to lie on my back a while.  It's what the doctor told Joe and I to do to improve the chance of getting pregnant."  She watched him get dressed.  "Come here," she said beckoning him with her index finger.  

He leaned over and kissed her.  "I guess we will do this tomorrow."  

"And the next day and the next day," she sighed.  

*

Joe sat across from Annie to give them impression they were not affectionate with each other.  "We should act as if we are not happy about them doing this."

"Right."  They heard footsteps hurrying down the stairs and turned to see a red faced Adam walk into the room.  

"Uh...we're uh...finished," he said not making eye contact with his wife.  He noticed that his brother didn't look happy.  "Uh...Jill is still uh..you know..on the bed with her legs uh..up.  She said that.."

Joe finished his thought.  "That the doctor said to put your legs up to keep the cum inside."  

Annie showed no expression.  "You need to zip up."  

"Oh..," he said as he quickly jerked up his zipper.  "Are you..uh...uh..ready to uh leave?"  He wanted to get out of the house because of his brother's serious look.  

"Yes, but what about tomorrow?" Annie asked.  "You're supposed to do it every day."  

Adam replied. "We have uh..church in the morning and mother always wants us to go to their house at 2PM.  It uh..gives us a little time in between."  

"That works," Annie said trying not to look too happy.  She knew they had to pick up their child later that afternoon.  

Allan started to walk to the door when Joe jumped up and walked to him.  He leaned back hoping his brother wasn't going to punch him but felt his hands pulling him into a hug.  

"Thank you brother," Joe said.  "This isn't easy on any of us and I want you to know how much I appreciate what you are doing."  

Annie had to hold back her laughter.  "Tell Jill we will see her tomorrow.  Goodnight Joe."  She took Adam's hand and walked him outside.  

*

Jill heard the talking downstairs and wished she knew what was being said.  She pulled the gown down over her thighs and pulled the sheet up to cover her lower body.  She made Adam blow out the candles and put them away before he left.  Moments later Joe walked into the room.  "Hi honey."  

He moved and sat next to her on the bed.  After taking her hand he leaned over and lightly kissed her lips.  "I love you."  

She started feeling so guilty now for enjoying the pleasure of Adam's cock.  "I love you too."  

"How was it?"  He knew she would downplay it.  

"It was what it was.  Very mechanical...kinda embarrassing..you know."  

"Yeah...I can imagine.  How many...times?"  

"A few...he was very quick the first time."  

Joe looked at the bright lamp on the night table.  "Did you have the light on?"  

"No," she answered truthfully.  "The uh..light was off.  So we couldn't really see much," she lied.  "How about Annie?  Was she upset about...about what we were doing?"  

"Well were both were questioning if this was the right thing to do.  We almost came back in the house to stop it before we left."  

"I'm glad you didn't.  I mean...we want the baby so bad.  It's only going to be a few weeks and hopefully I'll be pregnant."  

He kissed the back of her hand.  "It's still early.  Do you want to mess around some?"  He knew she had been fucking for two hours straight.  

"We shouldn't...I'm sorry but for the next two weeks I think it's best of we don't do it.  You know, the sperm needs to be free to do their job.   If you want I could touch you or give you a blowjob."  

"I'm fine," he said knowing the handjobs and blowjobs would be provided by Annie.

*

Annie didn't talk on the way home so Adam thought she might be upset.  She leaned her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes.  

"Are you OK?" He finally asked when the car stopped at a red light.  When she didn't answer he kept talking.  "We did what we said we would.  There was no nudity and...and no foreplay."  He didn't want to mention the wet kissing and the hot talk.  

"For two hours straight," she said not opening her eyes.  "When did we ever do it that long?  We've never had sex longer than 30 minutes.  How many times did you cum?  You better tell me the truth." 

He didn't answer until they pulled up into their garage.  "Three times.  I came three times."  

"Jesus...three times.  I thought maybe two.  Did she turn you on that much?"  

"Annie it was you who asked me to do this.  I didn't want to.  It was just that you have been the only woman I've had intercourse with.  It was different...it felt different when I...put it in."  

She smiled and leaned over to kiss him.  "I know..I guess I'm just jealous."  

"Jealous of Jill?  You know I don't love Jill like I do you."  

She leaned her head against his shoulder.  "I'm not jealous of Jill.  I'm jealous because you fucked someone else and...and I didn't."  She wanted to lay the groundwork for a swap with Joe.  

"Do you want to fuck someone else?"  

"No...maybe..I don't know.  It's just that we only know each other."  

"I was happy with that," he said kissing her forehead.  "If you want me to stop I will."  

"No...we've promised Jill that you will impregnate her.  "I'm ok with it and you can cum as many times as you want."  

He grinned because he didn't want to stop fucking his hot sister.  "Two weeks will go fast."

*

It was weird sitting a few rows behind Joe and Jill before Church started.  They gave each other cordial greetings but didn't look at each other until after it was over.  After they walked to the parking lot Annie walked to Jill and Joe's car.  "We have to be at your mother's house at 2PM.  If you want us to stop by early then maybe Adam and Jill will have enough time to make a deposit."  

"Good idea," Jill said too quickly.  "I mean you know..we might not have much of a chance later."  

Adam followed his brother's car into the driveway trying his best to keep his excitement down.  "How much time will we have?" He asked Annie.  

"Thirty minutes," she answered as a matter of fact.  "Is that enough time?  Only once this time OK?"  

After the car stopped the four of them walked into the house and stood looking up at the bedrooms at the top of the stairs.  "Go!" Annie giggled.  

They watched their spouses hurry up the stairs and into the spare bedroom.  "Well we have 30 minutes," Joe grinned.  "What should we do?"  

Annie pulled him down the hallway and into the small office. After locking the door she turned and pulled her tall handsome brother into her softness.  "I'm so wet.  All I could think about in Church was being in your arms and kissing you."   

"Same here," he grinned before moving his open lips to hers.  This time their hands were not shy.  He cupped her breasts for the first time while she unbuckled his belt.  He felt her open his pants and unzip him.  "You better get some tissues."  

"I saw them on the desk," she giggled.  After grabbing a bunch she reached into his boxers and pulled out his huge hard cock.  "Adam said all they did was fuck.  No foreplay or nudity.  But they did it three times."  

"Three times!" Joe cried out.  "Fuck."  

"Hey we want her to get pregnant right and the more times they do it the more affectionate they will get."  Her right hand gathered the pre-cum from his crown and used it as lubrication.   "We have to be patient." 

He lasted almost five minutes before he exclaimed, "I'M CUMING!"  His face was red and the veins in his forehead rose until he climaxed.  "NOW...NOW!"  

Annie kept the discharge in the tissue and when he was finished she looked at the clock.  "We have ten minutes and now it's my turn."  

"Your turn so that means that I..," Joe grinned as he reached up under her dress and ran his fingers up her right thigh until he touched the moist hot crotch of her undies.  

"Yes...make me cum Joe," Annie moaned feeling his fingers hook her panties and pulled.  "Touch me..touch my pussy." 

Joe knew right away that although she had a baby that her canal was tighter than Jill's.  He slowly sank his middle finger inside and with her moisture assistance bottomed out.  "I want to see you naked."  

She kissed his neck as his finger probed and explored where only Adam had been before.  "Not enough time today.  I want the same."  From all the kissing and touching yesterday and today she didn't need much to get off.  "I'm so close...sooo close."  

Joe knew where her G-Spot was and curled his finger to press into the area.  He knew when he found it because her teeth sank into his tender skin.  "Ouch...fuck...don't bite."  He pulled away and looked into her lust filled eyes.  

"Sorry...please right there...don't stop.  Oh God Joe."  Her hips started bucking back and forth until she exploded.  "AHHHHH!"  

*

Jill locked the door to make sure they didn't barge in and see Adam's hard cock fucking her.  She noticed right away that he was already hard.  "We don't have much time."  

Adam stood back and watched her reach under her dress.  Seconds later her red-laced boyshorts moved out and off her feet.  

"I don't want to mess up my dress and I'm not going to take it off so we are going to have to do it doggy style."  

"Doggy style," he repeated watching her move up onto the bed on her hands and knees.  As she opened her legs he moved to the bed.

"Move on the bed behind me and...and lift my dress."  

"But...but I'll see you."  

"Adam that's a stupid rule.  We are fucking for Christ sakes.  Hurry we only have twenty minutes or so."  She didn't feel him moving until almost a minute later.  Her head turned to see him move on his knees behind her and push down his pants.  "Lift my dress."  

"Wow," he whispered as his trembling fingers pulled the yellow dress up her tanned thighs and creamy buttocks.  He bunched it at her waist and reached down to take his hard-on and guide it under her ass.  

She felt him fumbling around and decided to take matters in her own hand.  "Let me."  Her head dropped to the bed as her right hand reached under her body and found his throbbing shaft.  She touched and explored it for about ten seconds before aiming the tip at her dripping hole.  

Adam leaned back and watched her buttocks open and saw her puckered rear hole and the pink folds of her pussy below it.  As she held the cock steady he shifted his hips forward until the crown slid inside.  She let go of it with her hands and moved them to her bed to steady herself.   "Ohhh," she moaned as he slid his long thin eight-inch cock inside.  

"Go slow," she moaned wanting it to last.  She too had been thinking about this all night and all morning.  "It feels so good."  

Since this was the second episode Adam was more in control.  Slowly at first he fucked in and out while running his fingers over her soft bum.  As he sped up to moderate he leaned over her back and rested his hands on the bed.  It gave him more leverage to go faster and faster.  

"OH GOD...IT FEELS SO HOT..SO WET...GIVE IT TO ME ADAM..FUCK ME!"  

"Shhh, they might hear you," he whispered with his hips pounding her butt.  His body was a machine without missing a stroke.  He knew she didn't only want his cum because her right hand moved under her tummy and rubbed over her raised clitty.

"AHHH!" Jill cried out when she exploded.  But Adam was still going strong and was not close.  "Youth," she thought while her fingers gripped the bedspread to hold on.  After another minute she surprised him by sliding forward causing his rod to disengage.  

"What are you doing?" Adam asked while she moved to the side and slid off the bed.

She giggled seeing his hard pink pole pointing out with her juices saturating the skin.  "I don't want to have cum dripping down my legs at your mother's house. We will have time to do it again later."  

"But...."  

"Time is up anyway.  When you calm down join us downstairs."  She gave his hard-on and small tap and pulled on her panties.  When she got downstairs she didn't see them.  "Joe....Annie!"  

Joe heard his wife and moved quickly out of the office into the kitchen.  He managed to get a bottle of Coke open and was drinking it when she walked in.  "A quickie huh?" 

"Yes but we have to do it as much as possible," she grinned.  "Where is Annie?"  

"She uh needed to use the computer to check her emails from work."

"The door was closed," Jill said before turning and walking back into the hallway.  Annie was coming out of the office.  

"I turned off your computer," Annie smiled.  "Where is Adam?"  

"He had to go," Jill answered.  Moments later Adam ran down the stairs and the two couples headed out to Joe and Adam's parents for their weekly Sunday dinner.  

On the way Adam took Annie's hand in his.  He knew that this session was just for sex and not to impregnate Jill.  Nudity lines had been crossed and he felt guilty.    

*

Dinner was as usual and afterwards Jill volunteered to wash the dishes.  Adam stayed to help her.  When the others moved into the large basement den to watch football Adam whispered, "We can't do that again."  

She knew what he was referring to.  "It just means you will have more cum to give me later when I'm on my back.  Doing it Doggie Style is not the best way and most of it would drip out of me before I got to the car."  She had wet hands when she turned to make sure no one was around.  He didn't resist when her lips moved up to met his and her tongue moved inside.  




Natural Insemination



Joe's father was sleeping on the sofa while his mother took Annie's child upstairs for his nap.  He looked over at Annie on the chair and smiled as she pulled up her dress and opened her legs.  He hoped soon that he would soon have them wrapped around him.  

Both couples were anxious to leave so after the son's nap and the football game they told the parents that they had to get Mikie back home.  On the way not much was said. Adam and Annie's car was in the driveway so after Joe pulled into the garage they moved inside the house.  

"How can we do this?" Jill whispered to Annie.  She didn't want to put the guys into the sex planning.  "I need to get my son home," Annie said with no emotion.  "I guess it's up to you."

Annie said goodbye and took her son to their car.  "You're on your own to get a ride home."  She said to Adam.   

"Maybe I should go with her," Adam frowned looking at Joe.  

"What?  No, I'm Ok with giving Jill and you some time.  We've come this far so what is another hour or so?"  

Jill moved into the kitchen to get the guys a beer and when she returned she sat on the sofa between them.  Her dress was high on her thighs and she didn't make any effort to push it down.  Jill and Adam were nervous about saying anything about going upstairs and Joe wasn't going to make it easy for them. 



An NFL game was on and Joe knew that Adam was a big Washington Redskins fan.  "I think the Skins won today and the highlights should be on at halftime."  

"Uh yeah...but I can probably get the highlights later."  He was still thinking about fucking Jill that afternoon without cuming.  His arm had to fall onto his lap to hide the anticipated bedroom time.  

"Well I'm getting out of this dress," Jill said somewhat pissed that Joe hadn't give the OK to get started.  As she walked away she said without looking back, "I'll be upstairs Adam."  

Adam sat for a few minutes and then stretched out his arms.  "I guess I should...you know..upstairs."  

"What?" Joe asked acting disinterested.  "Uh yeah...see you in about an hour."  

*

Jill stripped naked and wiped off her pussy before spraying on some perfume.  She realized that she couldn't think of anything else besides having her younger brother fucking her.  Yesterday's mechanical fucking was just that but today when he fucked her Doggie Style she really got off.  She knew she should put on the black nightgown without panties but decided to wear her sexiest black thong and matching bra.  Both were sheer enough for him to see her nipples and her shaven pussy.  She heard the tapping on the door and moved quickly to the bed.  

"Come in."  

Adam slowly opened the door and peeked inside.  The room light was off and there were no candles.  As the door opened wider he had enough light to see her lying on top of the sheets.  It surprised him that she was wearing a matching sexy sheer bra and panties.  "Are..are you ready?"  

"Yes," she whispered.  "Lock the door."  She didn't want Joe to barge in.  When the door closed she turned on the nightstand lamp.  

"God," he said softly seeing her body through the sheer undies.  He shuffled to the bed to get a better look.  "You're so beautiful."  

She saw him pull off his shirt and start to open his slacks but she moved to a sitting position on the bed in front of him.  "Let me."  

"But...we can't.  I mean the rule about being naked."  

"I don't like that rule," she grinned.  She pulled open his belt and the button holding his waistline.  After jerking down his zipper she pushed the black slacks off his hips and down to his feet.  He stepped out of them and looked at her fingers hooking his boxers.  With one swift jerk she had them at his knees.  

She was surprised that he wasn't hard but didn't say anything. "Let's get on the bed."  

Adam moved sideways into her arms and felt her soft breasts press into his bare chest.  Her lips moved to his neck while her hands moved down to caress and squeeze his butt cheeks.  

"Take off my panties," she whispered still feeling his soft noodle against her stomach.  

His eyes followed his fingers as they removed her thong.  He saw her whole bare pussy for the first time and watched as she opened her legs and pulled him between them.   

Her lips found his and her tongue dove deep into his lips but he still did not get hard.  "I'll help."  She felt him lift up enough for her fingers to find his cock.  She played but it still didn't work.  "What's wrong?"  

"I don't know.  I mean you look so hot but...I guess I'm nervous because Joe is...is downstairs."  

"He was today and you were hard."  

"I know but Annie was here and I didn't think that he would come up." 

"He won't.  He wants us to do this and the door is locked."  

"But not like this...we are not following the rules and if he finds out."  

"Shit," she sighed as she fell onto her back next to him.  After a minute she stood and put on her gown and robe.  "I'll be right back."  

"Wait..where are you going?"  She didn't answer as she walked out of the door.  

Joe was concentrating on the game so he didn't hear his wife's footsteps.  He looked up when he saw her bare feet next to the sofa.  "What's wrong?"  

"It's you...I mean its Adam.  Because you are here alone he...uh...can't get hard."  

"What do you want me to do about that?"  

"Would you leave for about an hour?"  

"Jesus now I have to leave my own house so that a man can fuck my wife."  He knew after he said it that it sounded bad.  He looked at the anger building up. "Oh Geez...I'm sorry.  OK, I'll go and be back in an hour."  She waited for him to leave and hurried back up stairs.  

"He's gone."  She noticed that he had covered his naked body with the sheet.  After locking the door she dropped the robe and stood wearing only her bra.  "I might as well take this off too."  

"Amazing," Adam grinned seeing her large round breasts and hard tips for the first time.  When she pulled down the sheet his cock was pointing upward.  

"Now that's more like it."  He waited until she was on her back and shifted between her outstretched legs.  

"Now you can really fuck me," she whispered feeling his hard knob force its way into her pussy lips.  Counting yesterday this would be the fifth time in less than two days she would be fucked. Her pussy was a little sore but their wetness was reducing the friction.   "Pull my legs up," she instructed.  

Adam had never fucked with Annie's legs up around his ears.  Her body was completely open to him now and each time he pushed inside he felt it to be deeper and deeper.  As he fucked in and out her bent body acted like a spring.  The sloppy juices created the wet smacking sounds.  

"Adam...Adam...Adam," she called his name.  Her fingernails clawed at his back and hips.  Never had Joe been so deep and since Adam was thinner it enabled her clitty to press into his pubic mound each time he bottomed out.  "Oh God I love it...don't stopppp!"   

*

Joe sat on a stool at the local pub watching the end of the football game he had on before. He realized that being alone while his wife fucked his brother was a 100% worse than when he was messing around with Annie.  After two beers he talked himself into stopping this madness.  It was almost two hours after too many beers when he called a cab and left his car in the parking lot.  When he got home it was empty.  "Where the fuck is everybody?"  He sat on the sofa and fell fast asleep. 

Ten minutes later he heard his wife's voice.  "JOE!  WAKE UP!" He opened his eyes and saw her standing by the sofa.  "What...where the fuck am I?" 

"I can't believe that you went out and got loaded," she started.  "I had to drive Allan home."

"Well you fucked him all weekend.  You should drive him home."  

"You're an asshole," she said with a red face.  "And you can sleep down here."  

"Good."  

*

Annie had just put their son asleep when she heard the front door opening.  She walked to the living room and saw Adam lying back with his eyes close.  "Is poor little Adam tired?" She asked as she moved next to him.  

"Yes," he answered without looking at her. He felt even guiltier after fucking Jill with both of them naked.  "I need a shower."  

Annie didn't say anything as he walked upstairs.  When she heard the shower come on she quietly opened the door and snuck inside.  He was facing away with his head under the warm water when she opened the shower door.  "OH MY GOD!"  

He jumped forward and almost fell before grabbing the shower pipe.  "Fuck..you scared the shit out of me!"  

"Your back...you have scratches on your back and ass!"  

He gulped.   "Things got out of control.  I've wanted to tell you.  I can explain."  

"Explain how you fucked Jill so hard that she clawed your back and ass to get more of you inside of her.  Is that what mechanical means to you?  And you must have been naked!" 

"We tried...we really did.  Yesterday we did like we said.  She really didn't move and except for some kissing it was mechanical and we were not naked."  

"But today you just stripped naked and fucked each other's brains out.  And to think that Joe and I trusted you two."  Annie moved back and slammed the door.  

She had not expected this to happen so soon.  The plan was to catch them in the act but this might work as well.  She lay face down in her cotton pajamas when he walked out of the bathroom. 

*

 "Baby...I promise we will only do it mechanically from now on."  

"No you won't," she said calmly.  "It's over Adam."  

"But what about getting her pregnant?  They want a baby so bad."  

"Not bad enough because she disobeyed the rules we set up."  

"We need to calm down and think about it."  He put his hand on her lower back but she turned and pushed it from her.  

"Don't touch me.  I don't want you sleeping with me tonight."  She moved away from him and pulled back the bedspread and sheet.  "Turn off the light when you leave."  

* 

Joe got up early on Monday and called in sick.  He heard Jill moving around upstairs and the shower come on.  As he was sipping his coffee he heard his mobile phone ring.  It was Annie.  

"What's up?"  

"Are you alone?" Annie asked.  She had left Adam alone with her son as she drove to the store.  

"Kind of.  Jill is in the shower.  We uh are not really talking right now."  

"Same here," Annie said.  "When Adam came home and was in the shower I saw that he had scratches all over his back and ass.  They must have had one hell of a fucking last night."  

"Really," he smiled.  "Jill gave me hell for going out to get some beers and having to drive Adam home.  So if he has all those marks I'll bet she has a few too.  I'll talk to you later.  Can you pick me up in about ten minutes?"  

"Sure.  He thinks I'm at the store anyway." 

Joe hung up and hurried up to their bathroom.  He opened the door and saw her pink nude body through the frosted shower door.  She didn't know he had opened the door until he coughed.  

"What do you want?" She asked angrily as she turned to face him.  She had forgotten about the red marks on her neck, breasts and ass.  

"Um...I just talked to Annie and she told me about all the scratches on Adam's back and ass.  And guess since you have them too including your naked breasts you didn't do any mechanical fucking."  

She knew she was busted.  "Adam...he couldn't get hard so...we...we undressed and were naked.  Things got out of control and I guess we just lost it."  

"I'm going out a while."  

"Joe please...don't be mad.  We need to talk about it.  Don't leave."  But he turned and walked out.  

She hurried to dry off and pulled on a robe before running down the stairs.  She didn't see him in the house and looked in the garage.  Her car was still there.  After hurrying to the front door and looking out she saw Annie's car driving away with Joe next to her.  "Oh no."  Seconds later she called Adam.  

"Adam.  Joe knows about us...about what happened last night.  Annie saw the marks on your back and he saw them on mine.  Annie just picked him up and they drove away."

* 

Annie drove to the parking lot where Joe had left his car the night before.  "Well we expected it to happen but not in just two days."  

"Yeah, and from the looks of the red marks on her body they must have had one good fuck."  He waited for her to unsnap her seatbelt.  "So what do we do now?"  

Annie popped his seatbelt loose and reached over the front of his chest to grab onto his right shoulder.  "This for a start."  She pulled his body facing her and moved her soft lips to his.  For the first time their kiss wasn't urgent with force.  It was tender and caring.  No tongues were involved as time seemed to stand still.  

Joe moved his mouth from her first.  "Are we going forward with our plan?"  

"Do you really have to ask that?" She smiled.  "I want you Joe...I want you to make love to me."  

"What if...if they don't agree for us to have sex?"  

"They will.  Jill wants a baby badly and it's obvious that they want to keep fucking each other.  Why don't we have a drink or two in the bar to let them think about everything and then we can meet with them later?" 

"Good idea.  We need to work on a way to present it so it doesn't sound like we've wanted to...to do it from the beginning."  Both of their cell phones kept ringing until finally Annie turned them both off.  

*

Jill's eyes were tearing as she sat alone looking at the front door.  She was hoping that Joe would come back and that they could work it out.  She sprang up when she heard a car door outside.  When she got to the door she saw Adam walking towards her.  

"Where's your son?" 

"I dropped him by my mother," he answered seeing her in a robe.  It was obvious that she had been crying.  "How are you doing?" 

She pulled him inside and hugged him.  "Lousy."  

"Me too.  Did Joe say anything before he left?"  

 "Not really.  He made comments about the red marks on my body and yours and walked out."  Her arms were still holding him close.  "We really messed up."  

"I think they can forgive us," he said moving back to look into her eyes.  "I mean they knew what we were doing even if it was supposed to be mechanical.  All of us still want you to get pregnant so we will just tell them that we will not loose control like we did."  

"You..you still want to...to do it?" 

"Yes," he grinned as he moved his lips to hers.  She didn't move until his tongue moved out and then she lost it.  They frenched for a few minutes until she pushed him away. 

"Come inside," she smiled.  "We need to talk about it some more." 

*

Joe and Annie sat in a rear booth for almost an hour.  They only had one drink to keep their wits about them.  

"If they say no we do it anyway," Annie said firmly.  I mean they've been doing it so why can't we?"  

"Well, it make sense to me but probably not them.  Remember they were only doing it to get Jill pregnant.  Let's not drop the we are going to do it anyway until we've given them some time to think about it."  

"OK...I guess I should turn my phone back on and get this over with."  Annie clicked on the cell phone and was about to look at the missed calls when her phone rang.  She glanced over at Joe and answered it.  

"Hello Adam."  

"Thank God you answered," he said quickly.  "Don't hang up.  Is...is Joe with you?" 

She again looked at Joe.  "Yes he's with me."  

"We need to talk.  I'm with Jill at their house.  Please come here so we can discuss what happened."  

She covered the mouthpiece with her left palm.  "He's with Jill at your house and they want to talk."  

"Perfect," Joe grinned.

"OK, we will be there in about twenty minutes."

"Annie."  

"What?"  

"I love you."  

She didn't respond and hung up before he said anything else.  She looked at Joe.  "I'm going to let you tell them that we want equal time having sex.  They can make their excuses and probably tell us it won't happen again."  

"I'll tell them after they are finished with the excuses," he said looking at her round titties wondering if he will get a chance to kiss and suck the tips.  

*

The front door opened as soon as Annie stepped on the small porch.  Adam stood erect with Jill standing behind him.  She was now fully dressed in jeans and a shirt.  "Where is Joe?"  

"He had to stop for gas but is right behind me.  I took him to get his car at the pub."  Annie moved by him without showing any signs of affection and did the same to Jill.  

"Good, maybe we can talk about it alone," Adam smiled.  

"I'll go...uh upstairs," Jill said quickly.  

"No stay.  Joe and I want to talk to both of you at the same time."  

They moved into the living room and sat on the sofa.  Adam was in the middle.  He reached for Annie's hand but she jerked it back.  "Annie I'm sorry."  

"I don't want to talk about it until Joe gets here.  He's your brother and deserves to hear anything that is said."  

They sat in silence and moved upright when they heard the garage door opening up.  All turned to watch the doorway in the hallway that led to the garage.  It opened and Joe walked in.  

He started right in.  "Well we thought we might have some issues with this but I thought it would last more than a day."  

Adam could see his brother was not happy.  "It won't happen again."  

Joe sat in the large soft chair across from the three of them.  "Shit you didn't last a day so why would Annie and I even think that you two could hold back if we do this again?"  He didn't want to say the word fuck.  

Jill sat forward.  "It was two days Joe and we did try it.  I want us to have a child so bad and the idea to have Adam's sperm was our best choice.  None of us really wanted us to have sex."  A tear formed on her left eyelid but she didn't wipe it off.  

Annie wanted to put her two cents in.  "So you didn't plan to have real intercourse.  Did you have foreplay and oral sex?"  

"No," Jill answered but Adam spoke over her.  

"No more lies.  We did touch some and we...we kissed... I mean you know...really kissed."  

"And really enjoyed it," Joe said watching his wife.  

She stared back.  "Not at first but yes...we enjoyed it.  You and I have never did it so many times in a short period."  

"So you don't want to stop," Annie added noting the firm stares from Jill and Joe.  It was what they were waiting for.  

Jill turned and looked at Adam.  Both wanted to say yes but both were thinking no.  "We uh...uh talked about it and.."  

Joe knew it was time to make the proposal.  "Annie and I talked about it too and we think that..."  

Jill cut him off.  "Adam and I want you two to have sex too...at the same time."  

Annie's jaw dropped as did Joe's.   Joe was just about to propose the same thing but didn't get a chance to say it.  "What?" He asked making sure he heard it right.  

Adam looked at Annie and took her hand.  "We know you don't want to do it but it's the only way.  We want Jill to get pregnant so we can't stop trying."  

"And we know now that the mechanical and no nudity thing doesn't work," Jill said with a pleading look at her husband.  

Annie held Adam's hand tightly.  "God, I don't know.  I mean we wouldn't be having sex to get pregnant.  It would just be for fun...for pleasure."  She wouldn't look at Joe because she might smile.  

"It's OK.  Adam and I want you to do it.  Please do it for us," Jill begged.  

Annie looked around.  "By the way where is my son?"  

"He's at my mothers.  We figured we needed private time to think about it."  Adam answered.   

"Well I don't know," Joe said trying to not look too anxious.  "I've never really thought about Annie that way." He lied.  

"Do it for us Joe.  Do it for a baby," Jill said softly.  




Natural Insemination



Joe looked at Annie who managed to look back seriously.  "I'm ok with it and you are probably right.  If we do it at the same time then there won't be any jealousy and no holding back."  

"Are you sure?" Annie asked looking into Adam's eyes.  "You're asking me to sleep with your brother for two weeks."  

"Yes...I'm sure," Adam smiled.  

Annie looked at Joe.  "Maybe we need to try it first.  You know to make sure we can handle having sex with someone else."  

"We do want a baby," Joe said.  "So when do we try it out?"  

"You should do it now," Jill grinned.  "Adam and I have already done enough for today.  You two can go upstairs." 

Joe and Annie hugged their spouses and moved together to the stairs. As Joe moved quickly Annie grabbed his arm.  "Don't look so anxious," she whispered.  

Once inside the master bedroom they stopped and looked at the bed.  "The door is locked," Joe grinned while turning and pulling Annie into his body.  Their eyes closed as their lips met and opened.  The wet and deep kiss lasted a long time while their hands moved and roamed.  

Annie pulled her lips from his and moved them to his ear. "I want you so bad.  She reached down and pushed down his zipper.  After fishing around through his boxers she found and pulled out his long thick cock.   

"Put your hands up," Joe said while lifting her pink shirt. It moved up over her plain white bra.  

"If I had known I would have worn something more erotic," she blushed noting that her nipples were pushing out the thin cotton.  

"It's lovely.  You're lovely," he grinned watching her reach behind and opening the clasp. Seconds later the bra lay on the floor and his hands cupped her pink mounds.  They weren't as big as Jill's but were firmer.  He toyed with the tips and lowered his lips to engulf the left digit.  

"Ohhh," she moaned holding his head still as he suckled and licked it.  "Do the other one too?"  Back and forth he went like a slow windshield wiper until she pulled his face up and moved back to sit on the bed.  "Come here."  

He walked up to her with his hard eight-inch thick cock pointing at her chin.  He wasn't sure what she was going to do until she grabbed his shaft and pulled it to her face.  He watched her tongue lick out and taste his pre-cum before she twirled the damp tip around and around.  It had been a while since Jill had gone down on him so this was more than special.  

Annie knew she was good at blowjobs but when her lips had trouble getting around his girth she pulled back.  "It's never going to fit."  

He laughed.  "There's one way to find out."  He gently guided her onto her back and pulled open the snap on her jeans.  After pulling down the zipper and seeing the beige cotton BVD panties she lifted her cute butt and pulled.  Her legs moved straight out to allow the easy removal.  As she pushed back on the bed with her hands her legs opened showing him the wet spot she had since she sat in the bar.  

"Aren't you going to take them off too?" She teased.  

"Definitely," he grinned reaching over and pulling on the elastic waistband. He saw the red mark around her waist, the caesarian scar, the small blonde bush and swollen pussy lips.  As her legs rose upward her lips opened showing the glistening welcome.   

"Hurry," she said moving back onto the pillow with her legs open.  

"Fast enough," he grinned while tossing off his shirt and pants.  His boxers were last as he moved into the missionary position. He leaned over to kiss her inner thigh but she pulled his head upward.  

"I don't need that....I want you to fuck me."  

"Definitely what I want too."  He shifted upward until his thick cock slid into her outstretched hands. As his hips moved downward she lifted her hips and felt the thick knob push into her wet folds.  She was tight but her juices allowed him to move inside.  

"OH GOD!" She cried when four hard and hot inches moved into her narrow channel.  "YOU'RE SPLITTING ME OPEN!"  

It sounded as if he was hurting her so he started to withdraw but she grabbed his hips.  "NO..DON'T STOP!  I WANT IT ALL!"  

His cock felt like it was in a vice.  He knew now from the baby scar why she was so tight.  He moved slowly one inch at a time.  

"All...I want it all," she said feeling the pleasure taking over.  "Give it to me Joe...fuck me."  

"With pleasure," he grinned.  Her legs moved up and around his hips while their lips came together again. The moans were hidden but it didn't stop the noise of the bed banging against the wall.  

*

"BAM...BAM...BAM!"  The bed noise filled the house especially the hallway outside the bedroom door where Jill and Adam stood listening.  

"It worked," Jill whispered to Adam.  "Now we can finish what we started."  She took his hand and pulled him to the other bedroom.  

He resisted.  "But we told them that we were through for today.  What if they come out and find us in the other bedroom?"  

She giggled.  "First of all from the sounds I'm hearing they won't be coming out of that bedroom until tomorrow morning.  Secondly there are no more rules.  We can fuck as often and as loud as we want.  And so can they.  Lastly I want some foreplay.  Are you coming?"  

"Oh yeah...I'm coming.  Tonight, tomorrow and everyday until you get pregnant."  

She waited by the door.  "Why stop when I get pregnant?"  

*

"That was amazing," Annie sighed lying back feeling Joe's spunk spilling from her sex.  "I never thought it would feel so complete."  He had his eyes closed when he felt her body moving onto his. He felt her fingers find his semi-soft penis and expected her to stoke him to hardness but instead felt her lips capture it again.  He looked down and saw her mouth full again.  

She pulled off and smiled.  "I'm not giving up."  

"Good," he chuckled while reaching behind her and cupping her wonderful buttock.  "Did they say how long we have tonight?"  

His rod was in her mouth so all she could do was shake her head.  

"I guess we quit when we are ready."  A few minutes later she had him rock hard again and didn't object when she mounted him cowboy style and lowered her very wet pussy.  As she lifted and lowered his hands found her titties and played.  He thought back a few years before when he saw her in her wedding dress.  Her breasts looked so good and inviting and now he was caressing and squeezing them.  

"It's good...soooo goood," she moaned.  The second time he lasted a lot longer.  The bed started hitting the wall again so they didn't hear the queen size bed in the spare room doing the same.  When she climaxed her scream almost broke glass and was so loud they didn't hear Jill's cries of pleasure.  

Both couples fucked three more times each that night and around 9AM the next morning the telephone rang.  Joe grabbed it.  "Hello?"   

"Joe it's mom.  Do you know where Annie and Adam are this morning?  I've been trying to get them but they are not answering any of their phones."  

"Uh yeah Ma," Joe answered.  "Uh..they stayed over here last night.  We were all drinking and it got late so..."  

"Well ask if we can take Mikie to Aunt Helen's house today.  She hasn't seen him in a while and asked if we could bring him over."  

"Hold on."  Joe turned and saw Annie looking at him.  "Ma wants to take your son to our Aunt Helen's today."  

"Yes...I'm so tired," she smiled.  

"Uh yeah...Annie said it was OK.  When do you want her to pick him up?"  

Joe smiled and hung up.  "She said she would watch him a few days."  

"I'll have to bring over some more of his clothes." She grinned.  Her left hand moved over and held his limp penis.  

"Hold that thought," he grinned as he moved out of bed.  "Gotta pee."  

As he was in the bathroom Annie found her panties and put them on before walking out into the hallway to find Adam.  She thought that he should know about their son.  As she walked down the hall she noticed one of the bedroom doors almost closed.  

She neared the door and heard bed noises and the  moans.   Annie peeked inside expecting to see Jill leaning over Adam's lower stomach.  Her upper body and head was moving up and down which meant she was giving him a blowjob. 

"I'm getting close," Adam said to warn her.  He knew his primary job was to provide cum in her pussy.   "Hurry get on top of me."   

Jill kept her mouth moving while shaking her head. .  "OH FUCK!" He groaned when he filled her mouth.  "Ahhhh!"   

*

Joe came back and didn't see Annie.  He was too tired to look for her so he moved back onto the bed.  Moments later he felt her move up behind him and press her naked front into his backside.  "Did you find them?"  

"Yes, they were in the spare bedroom." Her lips and teeth nibbled on his ear.  

"Asleep?"  

"No. Definitely were not asleep.  I guess there are definitely no rules about what we do together." 

"Why? What did you see?"  

Her tongue flicked into his ear canal.  "She gave him a blowjob and swallowed it all."  

"What?  Fuck you can't get pregnant that way." He started to get up but she pulled him back down.  

"No rules remember.  How about I do the same to you?"  

He laughed.  "I'm really hungry and it looks like we don't have to stop fucking since your son is taken care of."  

"Let's go eat."  

*

"I need a shower," Jill said feeling Adam's cum seeping from her lips.  "We needed to take a break from fucking."     

"Thank you," he smiled.  "I wonder who called."  

"Probably your mother," Jill answered.  She jumped out of the bed and moved naked into the hallway since the clothes she wore last night were downstairs.  She knocked on the master bedroom doorframe and peeked inside to see it empty.  Seconds later she moved into the bath and turned on the shower.  

"They're up," Joe grinned hearing the shower come on upstairs.  He looked over at Annie who was only wearing panties.  "Why didn't you get dressed?"  

"After what we did last night I don't think nudity is a big problem.  She smiled and was sipping her coffee when Adam walked in.  He grabbed his jeans when he came down stairs.  "Morning honey."  

Adam looked surprised that she was topless.  "Shouldn't you be wearing a shirt or something?"  

"Why?  Joe has already seen them and Jill is a girl."  

"Who called?"  

"Mother called," Joe answered.  "She's going to watch Mikie for a few days."  

Adam poured a cup of coffee and leaned back against the counter checking out the red marks all over Annie's body.  "Looks like you two didn't have any problems sleeping together last night."  

"None at all," Annie said without emotion.  "But we didn't really sleep much.  I think we are going back upstairs to nap for a while."  

"Now?  But shouldn't we uh...you know talk about it?  You know if there are any rules and stuff."  

Annie didn't answer.  She moved towards the hallway and rubbed her hand across Joe's hairy chest.  "I'll be upstairs waiting for you."  

"No rules?" Adam asked again.  

Joe stood and walked to the sink to set his coffee cup in it.  "Don't think rules are needed since my wife just swallowed your cum."  

"Fuck," Adam sighed.  

"Right," Joe grinned.  "All day I hope."  

*

For the next two weeks the two couples split up taking care of Mikie.  While one was watching him the other couple was in bed.  They each tried new positions and after the two weeks the women were sore and the men completely spent.  

Jill's period never came and she finally used the home pregnancy test kit. She almost cried when it showed positive.  She jumped into Joe's arms when he came home from work.  "It worked!  Oh God Joe!  We are going to have a baby!"  

Both had tears in their eyes as they hurried to get confirmation at the doctor's office that day.  When those tests came back positive Joe wanted to celebrate.  "Call Adam and Annie and let's go out to dinner."  

As they waited for Annie to get dressed upstairs Adam hugged his brother and sister.  "I'm so happy for you."  

"I don't know how to repay you," Joe said with tears in his eyes.  "I know it was your sperm but I'm going to be a daddy."  

"I wish you could have been the natural father," Adam said holding his brother.  They didn't hear Annie walk into the room.  

"He's a natural father too," she said holding up a white stick with a pink dot on the end.  

"Are you sure?" Jill asked.  

"Yes, Adam and I haven't had sex since before my last period."  

"Shit what do we do now?" Adam asked.  

Joe laughed.  "Our kids will be both siblings and  cousins.  But that's ok since we love you two so much."  

The four hugged together and smiled.  

*

FINI

*

Like most of my stories I like to have some twists and unpredictable endings.   This one was a little long but it was so much fun writing it that I couldn't stop.  I hope you enjoyed it.  Don't forget to vote and send me your feedback.  Thanks to you all for making me one of your favorite authors.  Love ya...Slick. 



Natural Insemination Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Discussion

All week I felt like I was walking on a tightrope, knowing I couldn't appear too anxious, but at the same time I was desperate to return to Jason. He was all I could think about during the week. His handsome face, that muscular body, and the huge bulge he sported in his sweatpants. I kept thinking about what he might look like without the pants, undressed, naked, exposed with all he had to offer. I wondered what he sported down there, how long he could be, what kind of size he might really have. And then I couldn't help but think what I would feel like as he used it on me, opening me wide, driving deep inside, and doing it over and over again. The anticipation of an intense orgasm filled my imagination. And forty-two times! I could hardly believe it possible. The doctor made mention of an hour long session too. A whole hour! Maybe she meant the additional time to check in, maybe sit in the waiting room and wait, and then for me to get undressed and ready for him as well. That must have been what she meant. I can't imagine myself being pounded for that long.

Thoughts filled my mind on how he would do it. Would Dr. Palin require a particular position for us to perform the dirty deed? Would it be traditional intercourse with him on top? Or might she require something more exotic, like with me bent over and with Jason pounding me from behind? I once heard a guy could insert himself deeper if he did it from behind, but then Jason would have no trouble with depth. Or would the entire procedure be treated as somehow more clinical, more like a professional medical procedure. The doctor did mention a medical procedure several times to my husband. Is that the way it would be administered, as nothing more than a procedure, where he would simply enter me and go to work? I wouldn't mind even that, but then I can't help but wonder about foreplay too. How much would we get to know each other first? Would there be any hugging? Any kissing? What about feeling each other up? I suppose it wouldn't be necessary for either of us to get naked, not entirely. There would be no need for me to take off my top, although I hope I would get to. Jason was one guy who I wouldn't mind if he saw my boobs. Better yet, I fantasize his hands encompassed around both breasts, his fingers squeezed deep into my big mounds.

All the fantastic thoughts running through my head made it difficult to get much sleep the first two nights after the appointment. I had trouble concentrating the next two days at work too. On the third day, Thursday, I left work early, took sick leave because I felt so exhausted. At the same time, I felt so horny. My husband had tried to bring me some relief the night before, but it wasn't nearly enough. I went home to retrieve an old cigar box full of a few seldom used mementoes from my younger days, hidden deep in the attic, under the insulation. In the box I kept an old diary, a few love letters from an old boyfriend, and of course, the dildo. I hadn't used it for years, but for the rest of the afternoon made up for lost time. I used it on myself right there up in the dark attic, before my husband came home from work. Only afterwards was I able to go to bed and get a solid 8 hours sleep through the night.

Now the need is building again. Jason fills my thoughts once more. I imagine his big cock, wondering if he is bigger than my dildo, and then fantasize about it plunging deep inside me some more. The dildo brought satisfaction, but I know Jason's big cock will bring a lot more. The real thing is always better than a piece of plastic, and the fact he will have to fuck me in the bare excites me even more. No plastic rubber to get in the way, not if he intends to impregnate me. I sigh at the thought of his bare skin against my own.

To make the past week even worse, my husband never talked about it. He never brought it up. It's like he tried to temp me, tease me into making the first move. I didn't dare do so, fearing it would give away my own interest, and so held my tongue and let the lust simmer deep inside me. Or perhaps he already saw the lust, the desire in my eyes, the need in my body? We've been married six years. Two people can really get to know each other in that time. He was always able to read me well, sometimes too well. I fear he already knows what I am thinking.

I did make one mistake late in the week. It was in my outfit, in the way I was dressed for work that day. Or rather, it was in the way I was partially dressed when I got home. I had forgotten all about it, not remembering until he brought it to my attention. Over our Friday night dinner, after a long day at work, and after the satisfaction from the previous afternoon's delights, he asked if I was chilly. Only then did I recall the two extra buttons open down the front of my uniform.

As an excuse, I made up an elaborate lie. I told him they were having trouble with the air conditioner at work. Several times I had to escape to the back alley to cool off. It was so hot I had to open a few buttons on my blouse, and then I opened them again at the end of the day. I even made up a story about the problem being with the air conditioner in the kitchen. The customers might not have even noticed.

The additional exposure produced an interesting side-benefit at work. Besides the increased tips, it also served to effectively relieve my lust by displaying it off to others. I received several compliments during the dinner shift. A couple of times I noticed customers look down into my blouse. Usually they stood over me. Twice I caught myself bending down low in front of a table. Some of the cooks complimented me too, asked if I lost weight or was working out. The affect proved intoxicating, like a drug to help me survive.

Now I need more of it.

We have a return appointment scheduled with the doctor. She gave us a week to think about it. My husband and I were supposed to talk in private, discuss it with one another. We were then to return and provide our final decision. The receptionist at the front counter of Dr. Palin's office encouraged me to return. He said it in a whisper to me when we left, while my husband busied himself filling out some kind of credit form. I got the distinct impression that the receptionist might have served as yet another inseminator. He certainly had the looks to do so, a well-built guy every bit as handsome as Jason. A few minutes later on the way home I wondered if he also held the equipment to do so.

Our week is almost up. Our return appointment is for the afternoon and at 3:00 PM. I wait until the last possible moment before I talk about it.

"I told them at work about taking some time off," I tell my husband over a bowl of breakfast cereal. "I assumed we were still going, if that's all right with you?"

He turns from the paper with a confused expression on his face. "Appointment?" He questions before a light suddenly goes on somewhere inside. "Oh, yes! Dr. Palin!" He remembers.

I can't believe he ever forgot. He goes back to the paper without giving me an answer.

"I assume we are still going," I repeat. "I figure we owe her at least that much, to at least keep our appointment and not cancel out at the last minute."

"Of course," He agrees without looking up. Whatever article he is reading, it has his full attention.

I hold back my exuberance. There will be plenty of time to celebrate later, like maybe even in the doctor's office. One step at a time, and the first step is done. At least we will return to the doctor. And to Jason! I am anxious to see him and also the receptionist too. The simple act of meeting them would greatly relieve my anxiety. The act of having sex with either one of them would relieve it a lot more.

"Still interested?" My husband disturbs this pleasant thought with a question. He puts down the paper and goes back to his coffee and cereal. That's all he ever has for breakfast, his newspaper, a bowl of cereal, and two cups of coffee. I've tried to get him to eat more, like some fruit. It would be more healthy, plus give him more energy for the rest of the day. It might even help his performance in the evening as well. 

"You mean the procedure?" I ask stupidly in reply, trying not to show interest.

"Of course that's what I mean!" He speaks to me like an idiot child.

I take little offense at his remark, having long ago gotten accustomed to it. He always behaves short in the morning, crabby, impatient with everyone around him. I sometimes feel sorry for his coworkers who will soon have to face him.

In response to his question, I shrug my shoulders and feint disinterest. "You know how much I want to have children," I remind him. "And I know how much you would like a son to keep the family name."

He nods in agreement.

"And it sounds like the procedure would be a perfectly logical way of getting what both of us want," I continue when he doesn't respond. "I was a little shocked at first, but the more I think about it the more I like the idea. Completely natural. Very safe. What could possibly go wrong?"

He doesn't answer me, but instead finishes the last of his coffee and stands up. "So you're in favor of it?" He asks.

"Only if you are," I worry about showing too much interest. "It has to be a joint decision, like the doctor said. And I still have some questions for the doctor before I agree to anything."

"Like what?" He stands there and asks.

"Like if I can catch anything," I give him an example. "I mean those men she uses have been with a lot of women. How do I know they don't have a disease? They could have VD! They might have something a lot worse."

He nods.

"And I don't want Jason to hurt me," I add. "What the doctor said about his size worries me. Size isn't supposed to make a difference, but I'm such a small girl. What if Jason's too big for me?"

I say the words but don't really believe them. In fact, I hope he is too big. I want him to be a tight fit, to stretch me wide, to penetrate a lot deeper than I have ever been penetrated before. Size really isn't suppose to make a difference, or so I am told, but I can't help but think his large size will allow me to feel every inch of him.

"Jason?" My husband asks back, confused. "Who's Jason?"

I am also confused, for an instant, but then realize the problem. My husband doesn't remember the name. I probably shouldn't have used it.

"He's the guy she introduced us to," I remind him. "You know, in the doctor's office. You've always been terrible at remembering names."

"Oh yes!" Now he remembers. He really has always been terrible with names.

"What about you?" I quick ask his same question back before he leaves. "It has to be a joint decision between us. It can't just be me."

He picks up the bag lunch I packed for him while he was still getting ready in the shower.

"I'll meet you there," He answers without answering. "I'll be coming in direct from work, so no need to come home first."

"I'll call before I leave," I finish my own breakfast as he walks out the door. While I would have preferred an answer, the simple fact he is willing to return for a second appointment satisfies me enough for the time being. I don't give it much hope, but at least the hope is still alive.

To be continued...



Natural Insemination Ch. 03



Chapter 3: Second Appointment

Note the following is a work of fiction and has no basis in actual medical fact.



The same handsome hunk sits behind the counter. A sliding glass window separates him from the rest of us in the waiting room. The window stands open at the moment, or at least half of it does, but could easily be slid closed at the slightest disturbance. I suppose he shuts it to silence the petty conversations and complaints from waiting patients. It could also be so he and the doctor can have private conversations about a particular patient. Whatever the reason, it continues to stand half-open. He makes no move to close it.

The handsome young man smiled at me when I first walked up. He even remembered my name and acted pleased at my return. It gave me a thrill, this hot guy remembered little ol' me, but then I recalled the fact I did have an appointment. My name was probably displayed right in front of him on his computer screen. No wonder he knew; but still, I liked to hear him say it. Just talking to the guy gave me a thrill.

I notice he continues to glance at me every few seconds from behind the counter. Not stare, but he glances over as if checking me out. Two other people sit in the waiting room along with me, but they are men. He doesn't give them any notice. Just me, which I like! I also like the fact the doctor has a male receptionist. I think this curious, intriguing, and wonder if it has any significance.

I don't wear anything provocative to give him notice: A white blouse and mid-length skirt. It's a spring outfit, short sleeves, light fabric, and with a low neckline – but not low enough to show cleavage. The only aspect of the outfit that anyone might consider provocative is the outline of the small black bra I wear beneath. I wonder if this is what the man behind the counter sees, the outline of the bra and the knowledge of its small size. Perhaps he pictures me without the blouse when he looks up. Or maybe he tries to imagine me in even less, like topless, wearing nothing at all to cover my large chest.

"Katie!"

My lustful thoughts are interrupted by the sound of my own name. I jump in reaction, expecting to see my husband but then realize it comes from the receptionist.

"Yes," I automatically get up and go to him.

"About your husband," He starts to say and then stops in mid-sentence, as if distracted. "What I mean to say is that it's 3:15 PM. Are you sure he had the right time?"

"He has the right time," I assure him.

"Because your appointment was at 3:00 PM," He says what I already know.

I suddenly realize the reason for his distraction. I am leaning over the counter as if wanting to speak to him about some private information. In the process of doing so, he has a clear view into my open blouse, at my plunging breasts.

"I just called him before coming over myself," I tell him, not bothering to rise, pretending not to realize it, and allowing him to look. "Maybe he's stuck in traffic. Sometimes he has a last minute detail to finish up at work."

"Of course," He accepts graciously. "I just wanted to let you know if you wanted to maybe call to remind him, but if you already did so..."

I smile back with the realization of where he looks. It makes me feel naughty, even sexy, just like the way I felt at work when the male customers looked into my cleavage. His eyes seem unable to pull away. It provides me a sense of power at what I do to him.

"Or maybe he's just a little shy about coming back for a second appointment," I add in an attempt to lengthen the conversation and extend the feeling. Normally I would rise with embarrassment at the realization of a man staring down my blouse, but this handsome young receptionist proves too tempting.

"A lot of the husbands are," He leans forward in his chair and speaks in a private whisper just to me. "What I mean is, many husbands are naturally reluctant at what the doctor has planned for their wives."

I recoil back up to a standing position. He knows! Of course he knows! He knows why I am here. He probably has my medical record displayed on the computer monitor before him. He might even know more about the procedure than me, but still it embarrasses me.

"Take those two men," His eyes move past me, finally looking up out of my cleavage. He points to the only other people in the waiting room, two men who sit on either end of the gaudy-looking chase lounge. "Their wives are getting treatments right now, in back."

"Really?" I find this interesting. "Treatments?" I ask stupidly, but of course I know exactly what he means. One of the men reads a magazine. The other must be more experienced because he came prepared with a book. They sit with casual assurance, acting as if everything is normal. I wonder what they are thinking while their wives are being fucked by other men.

I can't help but think of their wives, and then I can't help but think about what it will be like for me to go through the same "treatment." Not only fucked, but fucked by a young, vibrant, handsome stud with a big cock. Again I think of Jason. I wonder if Jason will be the one to fuck me. And then I think of my husband waiting in the waiting room while Jason has his way with me.

* * * * *

Dr. Palin interrupts my pleasant thoughts when she squeezes into his small office and hands the receptionist a chart. I find myself leaning over the counter once more, not even realizing I am doing it, and then quick stand back up, embarrassed at another woman seeing me in such a provocative position. I make to sit back down. They have business to conduct, I figure, and don't want to interrupt.

"Katie?" The doctor says my name before I get back to my chair. "I am ready for you now, if you would like."

"But my husband," I turn to her. "He hasn't arrived yet. I think he's stuck in traffic or something."

Dr. Palin pauses to consider this for a moment, but then invites me to start without him. "That's all right," She disappears for a moment, and then reappears at the side door and at the entrance to the exam room. "He doesn't need to be here for the first part of the exam." Standing to the side, she beckons me to enter. "We can start with your test results, and then there's a few items I prefer to talk over with you alone. He can always join us later."

I hesitate. "An exam?" I catch one particular word. "But we haven't..."

"Don't worry," She senses my nervousness. "I know you haven't yet decided," She finishes my sentence for me. "And it's a simple exam. Nothing evasive; you might even like it."

Her positive attitude both attracts and worries me. I've had doctors say the same thing to me before, a long time ago, when I was just a little girl. They would act happy right until the point where they jabbed me with a needle. I doubt if Dr. Palin would do the same, but I still worry.

Putting my trust in the doctor, I go where she beckons. The prospect of going in to see the doctor all alone makes me nervous. I'd prefer to have my husband present to act as a shield, a type of barrier to protect me. Despite his often domineering attitude, he does have the ability to calm me. I'm naturally a tense person. He has the ability to direct the tension away. Before going in, I take a final glance out into the waiting room to check if he arrived at the last minute.

"You'll be glad to know all your test results came back negative," The doctor seems to sense my anxiety and attempts to first relax me with some good news. "The results show no evidence of any sexually transmitted diseases or conditions."

I'm glad to hear it, but then I expected to hear it. I have a difficult time imagining myself contracting anything in the long list of diseases she mentioned on my first visit. Still, there's always the possibility. I could have caught something by accident, like while giving blood; or I suppose there is always the possibility my husband might be fooling around behind my back with some prostitute, so I'm glad to hear my fears are unfounded. Her news relaxes me.

"So you appear to be the perfect candidate for the procedure," She concludes as we walk side-by-side down the hall. "You have nothing to worry about. I just have a few follow-up questions. It would be best if your husband was also present, but perhaps we can take advantage of the situation to give you a little advanced look at what you'll be in for."

Her last words leave me curious. She says them in a hushed tone, so I'm not entirely sure if I even heard her correctly. I more clearly heard her saying I have nothing to worry about, so I don't.

"Sorry about my husband," I also hear her mention my husband. "I wish I knew what is taking him so long."

"Don't worry about him," She waves my concern aside.

"It's just that he's a busy man," I attempt to apologize for him. "Sometimes he gets bogged down at work. There must have been a meeting, or maybe he simply lost track of time."

I offer several excuses, none of which I believe myself. I'm sure he didn't forget. My message on his phone would have reminded him. I also know he's not all that busy at work.

We walk slowly down the hallway as the doctor examines closed doors on both sides. Some have papers sitting in baskets along side, to which she turns, takes a quick look, and goes on. All the doors look the same to me. She appears lost as to which one to enter. I can't help but wonder which room contains the wives of the men waiting in the reception area.

At the next door, she hesitates and then swings it open.

I first hear them: the voice of a woman. It pants with desire. "You bitch!" She says just as the door closes again. The deeper voice of a male too, moaning. I also see them, but only for an instant.

"Sorry about that," The doctor apologizes. "You weren't supposed to see that," She lets out a slight laugh. "The doors of all these treatment rooms begin to look the same after awhile."

It takes a few seconds for the image to register on my mind. I saw them, or at least I thought I saw them. I'm really not sure what I saw. The wife was on top. She was positioned on her knees on top of an exam table. Below, he lay. I didn't see much of him, only his torso, but I definitely saw a body below her. She appeared to be riding the guy, humping him up and down. I had heard about such a position before, where the woman went on top, but never tried it myself. My husband always stayed on top because that was how it was supposed to work.

"Ah, this one will serve us better," Dr. Palin more carefully checks behind the next door and then enters only when she confirms the room empty.

Meanwhile, I wake up out of my stupor, realizing I have been standing in place. For how long, I am not sure. The sound and sight of what I saw put me in a state of shock. Coming back to reality, I look down the hallway to see the doctor waiting for me two doors down.

"Don't worry," She assures me. "This treatment room isn't being used." She opens the door the rest of the way as if to demonstrate.

I quickly step through, embarrassed at my reaction, still not completely sure what I just witnessed. I enter what appears to be a normal exam room in a normal doctor's office. A chair sits in the corner, a low-hanging table along the wall. Along one side is a countertop, sink, and cabinets above. The paper crunches beneath me when I sit down upon it.

"First, you need to change into this," The doctor opens one of the drawers of the cabinet, gives me a look as though to judge my size, and then pulls out a neatly folded square of wrapped white fabric. "I have one more patient to finish up on, and then I'll come right back to talk to you."

I don't bother to look at what she hands me, not at first anyway. I assume it to be a hospital gown, one of those embarrassing hospital gowns that opens down the back. My mind remains too occupied with what I briefly saw through the open door to coherently think of much anything else.

"I'll check for your husband in the reception room before I return," The doctor gives a pleasant smile at the door. "He might be out there already. Even if he's not, you have nothing to worry about. You'll be fine."

I think to ask why I need to change clothes. I suddenly realize I shouldn't need to change clothes, not to only answer a few questions, not if what she tells me is true. I think to ask, but then she leaves before I get the chance. Thoughts of needles come back to me. I hope my husband arrives soon, ideally before the doctor returns.

I take my first close look at the package only after she leaves the room. To my surprise, it isn't a gown at all. Instead, it appears to be underwear. A panty falls onto the floor. The string holding the package together is connected to the cups of a bra. Small cups too, I notice, and no hooks to fasten the strings together. These need to be tied, like those of a string bikini. In fact, the outfit looks a lot more like a two-piece bikini than underwear.

I pick the panty up off the floor not sure what to do with it. The outfit is very generic, very antiseptic, all white and looking exactly the way hospital clothing is expected to look, just a lot less than what I expected.

What to do with it should be obvious. The doctor told me. She asked me to put it on. I don't know why, but then figure the doctor must have her reasons. She is a doctor, after all. I am clearly in a doctor's office. I sit on an exam table. Perhaps the outfit serves the same purpose as a more common hospital gown, intended to allow her to examine me more easily, just different than any hospital gown I've ever seen.

I hesitate but eventually take off my own clothes to put on what she gave me. I don't want to appear afraid. I don't want to be in my own clothes when she returns. The doctor has a busy practice with a busy schedule. She doesn't have time to worry about my little concerns. Plus, she is a doctor, after all. I need to trust her.

First the bottom and then the top, I take off all my clothes and put on the strange new hospital gown. Fearful of someone walking in and seeing me, I change behind the table. I make sure to face away from the door, recalling what I mistakenly witnessed down the hall. The image comes back to me. Again I think about it. Both were naked, both the woman above and the man lying below him. I didn't see much of him, just the side of his bare thigh as she bounced up and down. I didn't see anything of importance, which makes me wish I had, especially after what the doctor told me about the men who do the impregnations. The woman riding on top lay a lot more exposed. I recall the way her breasts heaved up and down while she bounced. Her breasts weren't very big, not nearly as big as my own, which I now examine in the bra.

The outfit turns out to be even smaller than it looked. The bottom fits about right. The panty resembles any ordinary panty, very generic, nothing fancy, plain white and covering everything of importance. It looks like it might be designed for a hospital, except for the way I have to tie it around my waist.

The bra is another matter. I am surprised at the size, at how little it covers. I adjust it, attempt to stretch it, pull it one way and then the other. Still, it leaves the majority of my boobs exposed: On both sides, and then on top too. Generic and white, like the panty, but with such tiny cups. I attempt to retie the strings up around to the back of my neck to give myself more support, but the smallness of the cups severely limits how much support it can give. Briefly, I consider the possibility of searching through the drawers in the office for a larger size too. The doctor must have estimated wrong, I figure, or maybe a too-small top was packaged with a normal bottom. Yet I don't dare. I fear looking through her office, afraid what else I might all find. She probably has lots of dangerous medications lying around, not to mention all those needles. I don't want to get in trouble.

Sitting back down on the exam table, I wait for Dr. Palin to return. It feels uncomfortable wearing the suit. I feel almost naked. Anyone walking into the room would be able to see me. It would take little imagination for someone to picture me wearing no clothes at all.

While I sit and wait for the doctor, I think more about the room two doors down and what I saw. She was on top, I realize, having intercourse with a man from above. I never tried it from the top. It seems so unnatural, yet also fills me with an erotic sense of power. She also said "bitch," I recall, treating the guy she was riding like her male bitch. One of the men out in the waiting room almost certainly had to have been her husband. I wonder what he would think if he saw what I did.

Before I have a chance to think about it too much, Dr. Palin returns.

I initially jump at the sight of the open door. The door opens quickly. I stand up from the table at the sight, fearful of who it might be.

"I see you are ready," Dr. Palin expresses little emotion when she enters. "Relax," She must notice my tension, so gives a pleasant smile. "Please, stay seated. I just have a few items to discuss with you."

I automatically sit back down on the table at the command of her authoritative voice. The paper crunches below me. The door closes behind her. No one else enters, most notably not my husband.

"Any word?" I think first to ask about him. "I mean my husband?" As soon as I say it, I wonder what he might say if he saw me in my present state of dress.

"I just checked," Dr. Palin disappoints. "I'm afraid there's been no sign of him so far, which is part of what I would like to talk to you about: Your husband."

I look at her confused.

"I just have a few questions about him," She diverts the subject. "But first, let me ask if you have any questions for me?"

I am taken aback. Usually the doctor asks the first questions. That is what I'm used to. She has better bedside manners than most. It is considerate of her to first ask of me.

"Just this suit," I think the first subject to come to mind. "I was just wondering..." I start to say.

"I see it fits perfect on you," She interrupts. "You fill it out well."

"Perfect?" I look down upon myself. It fits far from perfect, but she is correct in saying I fill it out. I fill it more than I dare. "It's a little small."

"Nonsense," She dismisses my concern. "The suit is fine. The problem is with your breasts."

She finally says something that makes sense. Indeed they are a problem. They are too big. I have always been big on top. I would never wear such a small bikini in public.

"I must say, Katie, you certainly have some very large breasts," She tells much to my embarrassment. "Can I assume they are real?"

"Real?" I am confused for an instant.

"Or are they artificially enhanced?" She clarifies. "It sometimes can be difficult to tell. The quality of breast implants has improved so much over the years?"

"They're real," I almost laugh at the thought of getting my breasts enhanced. I have no need. I would never do such a thing, and my husband would never let me.

"Then they are unusually large," She tells me what I already know. "Especially for a woman of your size. It is unusual, given your short stature, to have breasts of such large size."

I glance down upon myself once again. It feels strange to hear a woman compliment me on my breasts, but then she is a doctor. I realize she is only giving a clinical opinion. It's her area of expertise.

"Yes, they are pretty big," I have to agree. "I sometimes wish they weren't so big."

They look even bigger in the small bikini. The swimsuit does an excellent job at covering just enough to show off their size.

"What about your husband?" The doctor asks next. "Does he sometimes wish they were smaller too?"

"Oh no!" I have to laugh. "He likes them big. I think most men do."




Natural Insemination Ch. 03



"Indeed they do," She laughs along with me. "Men are so predictable! Give them a big set of tits, and they go crazy."

I have to agree with this too. Our little exchange makes me relaxed. I'm glad for the little woman-on-woman discussion we are having.

"But seriously," She eventually stops laughing and goes on with my examination. "Statistically speaking, women with large breasts should have an easier time in getting pregnant," She informs me. "Such women are quite literally built for having babies, having more milk to provide nourishment. A statistically larger percentage of large breasted women also have an increased tendency to have twins or even triplets."

"Really?" I never heard this before.

"Of course it is!" Dr. Palin talks as if this should be obvious. "It's perfectly logical when you stop to think about it. In your case, for instance, you could probably keep the bellies of a set of quadruplets full of milk without much of a problem."

I take this as a compliment. I have no reason to doubt her. She is a doctor, after all, and what she says contains a lot of logic. Indeed my large boobs will someday contain an ample supply of milk – provided, that is, if I ever manage to get pregnant. 

"A large pair of breasts also tends to attract more eligible males," She goes on. "I have a personal theory about this. Perhaps that is why big breasted women have an easier time getting pregnant. They attract larger males; males able to insert themselves deeper into the female sex, and therefore able to impregnate them more easily."

I recall my previous visit. I remember what the doctor said about Jason and the rest of her males. Mostly I remember what she said about their sizes.

"Which brings us back to your husband," She doesn't give me much of a chance to think about it. "He is rather small, isn't he?"

She goes direct to the point. I hesitate, feeling sorry for my husband, but then eventually nod my head to agree. What choice do I have?

"I also sense he is the macho type," She goes on. "He's proud of his masculinity. He probably behaves very possessive of you."

I'm not sure why she asks me these questions, but her description proves surprisingly accurate. "He's a good man," I defend his nature.

"I'm sure he is," She appears to mean no harm. "I'm sure the two of you love each other very much."

"We do!" I assure her.

"That's why I say this not to insult or put him down in any way," She first warns me before she says it. She warns like a friend about to give me bad news. "It's just that I sense he may not be willing to allow you to undergo a treatment. In fact, I suspect that may even be why he isn't here right now."

I stop to think about it. In fact, I have already thought about it. She may be right. The thought did occur to me, secretly, although I would never admit it.

"And that is why I would like to give you some encouragement to help you talk your husband into letting you receive the treatment," She doesn't wait for my reply. "I feel the two of you deserve to have children. I think you would make terrific parents. Therefore I would very much like to help you get pregnant, but you need the help of your husband too."

I appreciate her concern. The doctor seems to genuinely care about me and my ability to have children. I know she tries to help, but I also worry about what she tries to tell me. For reasons unknown, I grow tense with what I fear she might say.

"The bottom line is this," She doesn't give me much time to think about it. "I'm afraid your husband's dick is simply too small to allow you to have children."

"Too small!" I never had a doctor speak so bluntly to me before.

"You need a real cock," She goes on before I even have a chance to think about it. "Sorry for being so direct, but what you really need, Katie, is an oversized cock to get you pregnant. You need to be fucked by a male appendage with more thickness and length than what your husband is able to provide. What you need, Katie, is a real cock to shoot a full load of hot spunk deep inside you."

I sit up with a start. None of the other doctor's ever said this to me before, nor did they use such vulgar language. Usually the doctors spoke using more therapeutic terms, the medical names whenever they talked. Her language gives me a start, but then I recall her speaking much the same way a week ago.

"I apologize for being so direct," She tells me again. "But I believe in getting to the point and telling it like it is. I also believe in using terminology my patients are sure to understand. It makes no sense for me to use complex medical jargon to confuse you."

She certainly does get to the point, and she certainly uses terminology I understand. In fact, she leaves no doubt. I know exactly what she is telling me.

"And if you expect your husband to agree to allow another man to fuck you," She pauses for a moment to let her words sink in and then goes right back to her direct approach. "Then I must say, Katie, you are going to have to do some work to convince him. That is why I invited you back here today. That is why I asked you to put on this particularly small outfit," She points to me.

I am confused. She finally admits the outfit is as small as I think it is. But why? Why would she have me get dressed in a small bikini swimsuit?

"I want to show you something to help convince you on the necessity of the procedure," She goes on before I can offer any questions. "In fact, I would like to bring in someone to help convince you."

A moment later, as if on cue, the male receptionist from the front desk walks in. No knock. He doesn't say anything at all. He simply walks in as if invited. I never noticed any indication from the doctor to summon him, which means he must have been waiting just outside the door. I wonder if he was listening. I wonder how much he overheard.

At the same time, I am taken aback. I recall my near nudity. Automatically, my hands come up. I cross them across my chest, squeezing my boobs, covering what the top fails to cover.

"Don't worry about that," Dr. Palin gives me a laugh. "No need to be shy. This is Richard, one of the men who administers the treatments. Believe me, he's seen it all! He is exceptionally experienced. You aren't covering anything he hasn't seen a hundred times before."

He reaches out his hand to shake mine. "Nice to meet you again," He greets.

"I didn't know!" I keep myself covered out of shock. I fail to return the handshake, afraid to pull my hands away from my chest. I leave him standing, looking awkward, with his hand extended out to me.

"I believe the two of you already talked out front," The doctor remembers. "I almost forgot, but Richard was helping out with front desk duty today."

His hand remains in place, stretched out to me, tempting me. I don't want to leave him looking silly, yet at the same time fear exposing myself. The temptation of his hand wins out.

"Nice to meet you again too," I momentarily expose myself. Only one hand provides cover. His eyes seem to glance down at my single, exposed, bra-covered boob – or perhaps it is only my over-active imagination. In any case, he takes a strong grasp of my hand and gives a pleasant shake.

First one hand, and then I lower the other. I realize the doctor is right. If this man truly does administer "treatments," then he surely has seen it all before. The knowledge that Richard gives treatments comes as a shock, but a pleasant kind of shock. I can't help but think about him treating me.

He acts friendly, like we are old friends. A smile shows on his lips. I recall the pleasant conversation we had over the counter, and then at the way I provocatively leaned forward to give him an unencumbered view down my open blouse. He has already seen my cleavage, I recall, and now gets to see a lot more.

I also recall the excited feelings I had towards him, the attraction. The memory makes me braver, less shy. In a strange sort of way, I don't mind him seeing me. I might even want him to see me in the little outfit. Soon, I find myself seated on the table with my hands at my side.

That's much better," Dr. Palin encourages my bravery. She takes a seat down on the only chair in the room.

Richard remains the only person standing. He looks different than the front desk, more masculine, now standing before me without a shirt. He also wears sweatpants, I notice, the same gray-colored sweatpants that I saw on Jason on my last visit. Wide shoulders, muscular biceps, he looks a lot like Jason as well. He could almost be a gladiator. Standing before me is one of the most handsome, stud males I have ever seen.

"Sorry to surprise you," Richard first apologizes. "Perhaps I should have said something at the front desk."

"That's all right," I choke on my own words, hardly able to talk. Not just Jason, but Richard too? I can't believe my luck. Jason was handsome enough, but then I take a look at Richard and can't believe him either.

"I actually noticed the two of you at the front desk," Dr. Palin already seems to know. "Correct me if wrong, but I noticed a certain attraction between the two of you when you were talking."

"Indeed!" Richard agrees, much to my delight. He speaks only a single word, but it is enough to turn me red with embarrassment. I momentarily turn shy, wanting to bring my hands back up, but then fight the temptation.

"And the attraction seems to remain," The doctor goes on. She takes turns looking back and forth between the two of us. "I see it in both of you. The procedure always works better if there is an attraction from the start."

She is correct about the attraction. I feel it too, but I also feel embarrassed about it. No words are necessary. She can see it in my expression, as can Richard.

"What do you say, Richard?" The doctor thankfully turns her attention away from me, but then shocks me with what she says next. "Would you be interested in fucking Katie?"

I first think I must be hearing things.

"Very much interested," Richard answers and leaves no doubt.

I am left in shock and dismay. I can't believe it! First one and then the other, I can't believe how casual she asks him and then how casual he answers back. They act as if they talk like this all the time, like I am far from the first. I wonder how many other patients he "treated."

"Of course you are," The doctor accepts as if it should be obvious. "Just look at her. Cute face, thin frame, short stature, I must say she is an overall well proportioned young woman."

I feel like a side of beef in a supermarket.

"And then there are her heavy breasts," The doctor adds. "I know what you really like about her! Every man is turned on by a set of oversized female breasts." She gives a laugh.

Once again I am tempted to bring my hands up to cover myself. He looks right at them, I notice, directly at my boobs. Mostly I turn and look away, finding it difficult to return his gaze, but still I feel his eyes upon me. I also recall the design of the bra and the way it offers so little support. My looking away gives him a side-profile, an even better view. He needs little imagination to picture me without any top at all.

I fight the temptation and keep my hands at my side. I try to remember I am only one amongst thousands he has seen before. Richard is vastly more experienced than me. Plus, seeing me in a swimsuit is just the beginning. If he gets to give me the "treatment," then he will be seeing me in a lot less: Not only on top, but on the bottom too. He will naturally need to see me exposed down there too, so I need not feel embarrassed about showing myself in a suit.

"And what about you?" Dr. Palin turns her attention to me before I have much of a chance to think about it. "What do you think, Katie? Would you being interested in getting fucked by this handsome stud male?"

"Please!" I can't answer. I try to tell her to stop. I can't believe she uses the word, and she uses it right in front of him! She acts as if he isn't even in the room.

"No need to be shy," She ignores my concern. "Tell me Katie, are you attracted to Richard? How do you feel about him taking his turn at fucking you?"

Again her crude language! I can't believe it, although she doesn't seem bothered by it. Neither does Richard. They both act as if her language is perfectly normal.

"Or do you prefer the male you met on your previous visit?" She goes on to ask when I don't answer. "I believe it was Jason, if I recall correctly. I could tell you were also attracted to him. You have your choice. I have about two-dozen males to choose from. Richard is much more gentle than Jason, or perhaps you like them rough?"

"I don't know," I say finally. "Both of them, I mean, I don't know," I answer shyly, feeling strange about being asked about my attraction to a guy while he stands right in front of me.

"Or perhaps you are one of those women who would prefer both of them at once," The doctor offers next. "Some women prefer two at a time, to take turns with them. It actually could assist in the procedure. Additional sperm to get you pregnant more quickly."

I can't believe what she suggests. Two men, both Jason and Richard, both at once? I can hardly believe it. I also can't help but consider what it would be like to sleep with both at once, both in the same bed, although I certainly wouldn't be getting much sleep. I imagine one of them fucking me while I play my hands upon the other.

A moment later I shake my head in an attempt to get rid of the thought. "Oh no!" I say louder than I need to. "I'm not into anything like that!"

"Very well," The doctor throws up her hands like she doesn't care. "But perhaps you will have a change of opinion part-way through the treatments. I've always found it shocking what some of my patients are willing to try after just a few treatments."

I don't doubt it. It already gives me a thrill, the thought of having two men at once. I recall a provocative picture a girlfriend once sent me in my e-mail. It showed a woman being taken by two men at once. She had a man at each end, one between her legs and the other in her mouth. It was one of the most provocative pictures I ever saw, and now I can't help but imagine myself in the same position: Jason at my waist while I suck Richard in front.

"In any case, I am getting ahead of myself," The doctor erases the image from my mind by reminding me of my husband. "Before I will allow you to do anything, you need to get your husband to agree. I only allow the treatments to begin if the husband is in full agreement."

"My husband?" I had almost forgotten about him. "Oh yes, of course. Maybe he's outside. Perhaps I should check." I suddenly feel guilty over what I am wearing. I feel even more guilty about the thoughts I am having.

"Don't worry about your husband right now," She makes no attempt to check for me. "That is why I wanted to introduce you to another of my inseminators: to give you a further incentive to convince your husband. I thought once you had a look at Richard in addition to Jason, you would be more aggressive about convincing him."

"But how?" I want to be more aggressive. All my life I have been passive. My mother was the same way. I was taught early on that the husband was the master of the household, and the wife more a servant. 

"I'm sure you will think of something," The doctor offers no specific recommendation. "You just need the right incentive."

She says it in a suggestive tone. I fail to understand her intent, at least at first. She points, I notice, like she plays some sort of game. She acts like a teacher trying to give me a hint on a test, and only then do I notice where she points.

It appears part-way down in front, his sweatpants, part way down from his waist. It appears obvious, impossible to miss. I don't know how I could have missed it before, but I certainly see it now.

"Oh my!" I can't help but speak out loud. I feel embarrassed about seeing it. I should turn away, I know. A proper young woman would. She would close her eyes and look away out of embarrassment. At the very least, he should cover himself. Richard should bring his hands forward or turn away from his own embarrassment, yet he doesn't.

Neither one of us does anything. He stays standing and faces forward. I at the same time continue to look. The bulge remains, and then I notice how far down the front of the sweatpants it appears. Not at his waist, but a substantial distance below. It extends seemingly a quarter of the way down to his knees. Not straight down because it can't extend straight. It extends below his crotch and to the side, part way down his right leg.

I am first amazed by his size, but then figure it must be some kind of trick. He must have something else in his sweatpants, I figure, perhaps one of those magic markers sticking out of his pants pocket. Yet the sweatpants don't have pockets, and the bulge is far too big to be a pen. It looks more like the size of a sausage. I can't believe any man could possibly be so long.

"And it appears you are somewhat attracted to him as well," Dr. Palin concludes. "Or at least you are attracted to a certain part of him?"

She asks in the form of a question. I know what she means, but I can't answer.

"The answer appears to be yes, then?" She doesn't need to wait for an answer. "Or do you want to ask more questions before you can answer?"

I don't know what to say. I am left dumbfounded. It is all happening so fast. She is right, of course, but no way can I come right out and admit my obvious attraction to him, not with him standing so close and able to hear me. I'm not that kind of girl.

"I don't know," I answer instead. "I don't even know him."

"What else do you need to know?" The doctor asks back. "Just look at him. What else matters? Can't you already see all you need to know about this male stud?"

The doctor treats the young man as if he is a sex object, as a stud male to be used however she wants. At the same time, he remains standing unaffected. I get the impression Richard isn't a person, but more like an object for us women to enjoy.

"Or perhaps you would like to see more of him," Dr. Palin offers. "Perhaps this isn't enough and you want to see more of what this stud has to offer."

She gets up from her chair and steps behind him. She positions her hands on either side of his waist. Then, fitting her fingers inside the elastic waist strap of the sweatpants, she jerks them clean down.

I have no time to react. It happens fast. So fast I don't realize it until it happens. One second he stands before me wearing the sweatpants, and a second later he wears nothing at all.

"Oh my gosh!" I cry out at the sight of his full frontal nudity. I feel like getting up and running out of the room. At the very least, I expect him to run out. He should at least use his hands to cover his modesty.

Instead, he does nothing. Neither do I. I just sit there open mouthed and wide eyed and look. He has a lot to look at. I can't help but notice. It pokes straight out, and it pokes out so far. The thing looks to be nearly a foot long, ten inches at least. Richard looks great without clothing! Most men do, but Richard looks exceptional. I immediately see why she calls him a stud. I also see why he is so talented at the job he does.

"Well?" Dr. Palin looks to me and asks. "What do you think of him? Do you like him better this way?"

I can't answer. I can't say anything at all. My mouth refuses to work. I sit in shock and simply look at him. He looks three times the size of my husband. It looks even bigger than I have seen in pictures. My hand would be able to hold only half his length. It would take two hands, in fact, to hold him, one on top of the other like a baseball bat, and still I would not be able to encompass all of him.

And not only long, but I see he is massively thick in girth as well. No way would my fingers be able to encompass him all the way around. Even if I squeezed to get them to fit, the tips of my fingers would come far from touching.




Natural Insemination Ch. 03



And to top it off, I see his top. The head of his cock forms into a giant mushroom top. It looks far too thick to enter me. No way could I be opened so far down there. It looks too thick to even enter my mouth, and then I think of taking him in my mouth and sucking him.

I suddenly realize what my own meager clothing has done to him. He obviously finds me attractive. I can tell he likes what he sees, my own near-nudity. I appreciate the compliment.

"Or perhaps I should ask you more precisely," The doctor interrupts my thoughts with another direct question. "What do you think of his cock? I told you he was attracted to you. What do you think of his size?"

I hardly hear the question. Yes, indeed he is attracted to me, and he seems to be getting more attractive by the second. Not just poking straight out, but growing ever larger. It is actually rising. I can see it for myself.

"I thought so," The doctor reads my mind. She has no need to wait for me to give her a verbal response. She can see it in my eyes, the way I keep them pointed at the rising phallus before me. I watch it rise. I watch him rise. And he keeps rising.

"Try to imagine what it would feel like to have him inside you," The doctor tempts as I look. "His entire length, drilled down deep inside. I assure you size really does make a difference. A cock of that size will give you an orgasm you'll never forget."

I do think of it. He would feel terrific inside me, all the way inside. I picture him on top, fucking me, drilling in deeper than my husband can possibly go. Twice per day, every day, I think what a thrill it would be to get fucked by such a large man. 

"Or imagine him mounting you from behind," The doctor goes on. "Imagine yourself bent over this table and with Richard pounding you from behind. Did you know a male can enter you deeper when he mounts you?"

My imagination switches to a new scene. I think what it would be liked to be mounted like an animal, taken from behind by this big man. My imagination goes into overdrive. The thoughts going through my head are putting me in heat.

"Or perhaps you are one of those women who likes to ride her stud from above," The doctor doesn't let up. "Maybe you would like to have him lie down while you squat over him from above. Some women prefer it that way. It gives them more control. Are you the type who likes control?"

I can hardly withstand her words. They sound so dirty, and they make me feel so aroused. The sight of his rising cock serves to arouse me more. I imagine Richard taking me in all three positions, even taking him from above. It would be the same as what I saw in the exam room down the hall. I've hardly ever sat up on a man before. My husband didn't like it. It would be fun to turn the tables and ride a big cock from above.

"Whatever position you prefer," The doctor interrupts my pleasant thoughts. "You'll get to try all of them. All my males are well practiced in multiple sexual positions. They probably even know some positions you never considered yourself. They will carry out their job using whatever position you prefer the most."

She eventually concludes. So does Richard. He stands with a full erection. His cock stands upright, pointed towards the sky. It extends up from his waist, past his stomach. And not only long, but so thick and massive too. I have never before seen a cock of such large proportions, not even in pictures. I have a hard time accepting the sight before me. It is like going to a male strip joint where the male gives an erection to his audience.

"Well, how do you like him now?" The doctor asks me a minute later.

She first waits in silence to give me plenty of time to look. I surprise myself at how much I look. I would normally be embarrassed at the sight of a naked male in the same room. I should look away, I know, and act shy. I am not the type of girl who would look, but then Richard is so much more than a normal male.

"He's big," I eventually conclude after looking a minute more. I say the only thing I can say. She doesn't need to ask the question. My attraction is obvious.

"Of course he's big," The doctor looks at him too. "He's got it where it counts. He is well endowed, as you can perfectly well see for yourself, as are all my boys, but I didn't ask about his endowment. I asked you if you liked him? I hope you like them big."

I nod my head in agreement. Indeed I do like him. I like them big. All women do. I would also like to experience him, feel him inside me, but then wonder if I would even be capable of experiencing such a big man. He looks almost too big. I have a hard time seeing how he would fit. So much raw cock might end up hurting me, and it would be no fun if he hurt me.

"In any case," The doctor eventually rises up out of her chair. I automatically stand too, thinking the meeting over.

"Please," She motions me to stay in place. "I want to go out front and check if your husband has arrived. In the meantime, why don't the two of you get to know each other. You may also want to ask him some personal questions, I suspect, so I'm going to leave you alone for a while just to talk."

I am taken aback. Mention of my husband fills me with guilt, and then her leaving makes me worried.

"You have nothing to worry about," Dr. Palin seems to read my thoughts. "Just go ahead and ask him anything you want. You don't need to talk at all, not if you don't want to." She steps towards the door. "But I suggest you do. I recommend you ask him whatever you would like to know. Most of my patients feel more comfortable if they first get to know the male who will be administering the treatments. It's natural for a woman to first get to know the male who will impregnate her."

I briefly consider the possibility of following her. Richard makes me nervous. He could hurt me. Given his strength, he could even force himself upon me, but then he wouldn't have to.

"And who knows," The doctor adds just before she closes the door behind her. "Richard might even have some ideas on how to convince your husband on the treatment."

And with that, she leaves us. Before I fully realize what has happen, I find myself alone in a room with a naked man. But not just any naked man, but with Richard. I can't quite believe the situation I find myself in.

I don't know what to say. I feel embarrassed. My voice freezes. Her suggestion makes sense, but I also want her to stay. Never before have I been in a room with a naked man, not like this. My husband, yes, but not a man like Richard. What is a woman supposed to say to a naked man? Talking about the weather seems out of place.

He continues to stand right in front of me. He continues to stand naked. Not only naked, but with a full and powerful erection. I take occasional glances at it. His cock is hard not to notice. Sitting back down on the exam table brings it closer to my eyes.

"This is a little uncomfortable," I start by telling him.

"That's perfectly understandable," He says at last. The sound of his voice actually calms me. I start to turn more relaxed.

"For both of us," I add, suddenly thinking about how much more uncomfortable it must be for him. At least I'm wearing clothes. Still not much, but at least I am wearing something.

"Tell me," I try to strike up a conversation. "How long..."

Before I have a chance to finish my sentence, he answers: "Eleven inches."

I jump in surprise. Immediately I know what he refers to, and he could actually be correct. His cock looks just about that long.

"Actually," I correct myself. "I was going to ask how long you've been doing this job," I complete my sentence, feeling embarrassed.

"Oh!" He smiles with embarrassment as well. "I just assumed you wanted to know my length. That's the first question most women ask of me."

"Well, yes," I have to admit. "There's that too."

Eleven inches! I pause to consider his answer. It is confirmed. He is over twice the length of my husband. I wonder if he might even be too long for me. Might he hurt me? Might he only be able to go in half-way?

"Three years," He eventually answers the question I intended. "I was working as a dancer at the time, at a male strip club when the doctor discovered me."

"Male strip club?" I automatically ask back. "They really exist?"

"Of course," He answers like it should be obvious. "Not as common as your female strip joints, but every large city has a place for the women too."

I heard about such places but had never been to one. The sight of the massive male standing in front of me makes me want to go to the nearest club. I wonder if all the male strippers are as big as he is. I figure not, but then start to wonder. Logically, they might just be larger than normal. Female strippers tend to have large breasts, so why not the same with male strippers? I imagine Richard modeling his large tool in front of a room full of screaming women, and then get the erotic idea of him modeling it in an erect state as well.

"So that's how the doctor found out about you," I shake the thought out of my mind. "I mean, that's how she found out about your size?"

"She witnessed me on stage," He confirms. "I got a call the next day from the doctor. She said I met her minimum qualification."

I smile, seeing his most important qualification. I wonder what the doctor considers a minimum. Ten inches? Or maybe all the way down to nine? I figure all the men in her clinic are about the same size.

"That was three years ago," He goes on. "I've been working for her ever since."

"So no more stripping?" I assume, thinking of the tremendous loss it would be for all those screaming women.

"Actually, I still strip some on weekends," He admits to my surprise. "Some extra income, you know."

I am tempted to ask where. I would like to go and watch him, to witness him on stage, strutting around and modeling naked. Maybe I could even talk one of my friends into going along. It would be fun to point him out on stage. I could brag to my girlfriend that I once saw him with an erection.

Speaking of his erection, it remains. It keeps pointing straight up into the air, firm and so hard. Throughout our conversation, it remains. I am impressed by his stamina, and then wonder how much my small bikini has to do with it. He obviously finds me attractive, I can see.

He catches me staring at it.

"Would you like to take a feel?" He asks while I stare.

"Feel?" I don't think I heard him correctly.

"You look like you want to grab it," He tells me in no uncertain terms.

"Oh no!" I jump with a start. "I couldn't!"

"Because you can if you want," He offers. "That's what most of the doctor's other patients ask of me next."

"I don't know if I could," I reject him.

"They ask to feel me up," He goes on like he doesn't hear me. "They want to check my hardness, see how firm it is, examine my length. They want to check if it's real, see if all of it is really me."

"Oh, it's hard," I say without thinking. "I mean, I can see how hard it is," I attempt to rephrase my answer and only embarrass myself more.

At the same time, I am tempted to take him up on his offer. It would be exhilarating to feel him up, to touch him. I am more accustomed to guys wanting to feel me. They used to, back when I was younger, like in High School. They were anxious to feel my large breasts, some even on the first date and before we got to know each other. It would so much turn me off. I suppose that was part of the reason why I elected to get married so young. I was tired of so many men lusting after me. I wanted to be seen as more than a sex object.

Now I know what tempted them. Looking at Richard, I am tempted to feel him up in the same way, to know what his monstrosity might actually feel like. I wonder if that's the way all my old boyfriends felt about me.

"Are you sure?" He tempts further. "It really would be all right. I've had thousands of women feel me up. Every night they used to feel me when I worked in the club."

I am surprised to hear about anyone feeling him up at the club. I thought touching was forbidden, or perhaps that was only at female strip clubs. I wonder if the laws might not yet have caught up with males doing the stripping.

"Well," I start to give in.

"Go ahead," He steps closer, giving me easier access.

"I suppose I could," I can hardly believe my own words. Already my hand reaches for it. It reaches almost of its own accord, not needing to think about it. I hardly think at all as my hand reaches out to him.

I sit while he stands, and he stands only about a foot in front of me. He stands within easy reaching distance. My hand has but a short gap to travel. A moment later I find my fingers upon him.

"Oh my!" I automatically say in response.

He shows no reaction. No flinch, no jump, he doesn't even take a step back when I touch. Neither does he say anything. If anyone flinches, it is I. Richard appears perfectly accustomed to the hand of a woman upon his generous male appendage.

I touch it on the side. I touch with just my fingers, pull back a brief moment, and then touch it again.

"Oh my!" I voice out loud and grow more comfortable with the second touch, comfortable enough to run my fingers up and down along the side, feeling it.

"Oh my gosh!" I can't believe it. "It's so big!"

I look as I touch, looking down at myself, watching my own fingers as they feel him. Still he doesn't flinch. I can hardly believe the scene before me. My fingers appear so small compared to his size. He looks so much bigger than my husband, not only twice as long but twice in girth as well.

At the same time I look, it looks back up at me; that is, his cock. The bulbous head of his enormous cock points directly back up at me, looking at me, seeming almost to stare. Its single big eye points up at my face; no, lower, more to my extended breasts. I no longer feel so naked. At least I am more clothed than he.

I continue to feel. I am memorized by how hard it feels, like a bone, like a real "boner," a name it so much deserves. I am particularly enthralled when my fingers travel further up his length and slip against the lip of the mushroom tip surrounding the head. My own husband is circumcised. I am surprised by how smooth the top of his cock feels. Hard also, but at the same time so smooth. It gives the impression of being designed to smoothly penetrate a woman.

"Wow!" I tell him. "That really is impressive."

"I'm glad you like it," He answers back.

The sound of his voice gives me a start. It was as though I forgot he was alive. All that existed was his cock. It still exists. I continue to feel it.

"It's so much bigger," I start to tell him and then stammer. "I mean, compared to my husband."

"Of course it is," He knows what I am trying to say. "That's what all of Doctor Palin's patients say."

"It might be too big!" I say with worry, judging the size, thinking mostly of the bulbous head.

"Certainly not!" He assures me, much to my relief. "You will be surprised."

I allow my fingers to travel over the head of his cock. So smooth and yet so hard, I can't help but imagine it parting me open and diving deep inside. It will be sure to feel incredible going inside me. I must make a renewed effort to talk my husband into going along with the treatment. I think of talking to him as soon as I get home, maybe scolding him for not coming along. As I handle the cock, I find myself wanting to do whatever I can to get my husband to agree.

"You can handle it harder if you want!" The sound of his words bring me back to reality. "Most women like to be rough with it."

"Rough?" His choice of words shock me.

"With my cock," He clarifies.

I consider being rough. I briefly think about being a lot rougher. I think about moving it around, squeezing it, maybe even making it spring up and down. The thoughts running through my mind make my heart start to race, but then I realize it has already been racing. It races with excitement and lust.

"Try not to think of my cock as belonging to me," He suggests next, his words again exciting me. "Imagine it instead as your own personal plaything."

"Plaything?" I like this idea too. "Do you mean like a toy?"

"Very much like a toy," He tells me. "A toy for a big girl to play with."

I like the sound of this, of his cock as my personal plaything. I would like his cock to play with. I already am playing with it. First the long shaft, and now I play with the swollen mushroom head. I haven't played with many cocks. Certainly I never played with a cock of such large proportions. I find myself wanting to play with his cock a lot more, like every night for three weeks straight.

He says nothing in response, so I instead decide to take him up on his offer. I reach my fingers around to grasp him in the palm of my hand.

"Damn!" I can't help but compliment. My fingers don't even reach all the way around. "I'm not used to this," I warn him.

"You're doing fine," He reassures with calm. "You'll get used to it."

Actually, I hope I never get used to it. I don't ever want the thrill, the exhilaration of such a big cock to wear off. I squeeze it in my hand to try to touch my fingers on the far side, but it's not even close. His cock is too damn hard to squeeze. My fingers refuse to sink in.

I squeeze harder when he doesn't object, and then even harder still when he still doesn't say anything. I figure he would tell me to stop if I tried squeezing too hard. He did give the offer for me to be rough with it, after all. I'm only taking him up on his offer.

He refuses to complain even when I squeeze down with all my strength. Still, my fingers won't touch on the far side. He requires two hands, which gives me an idea. And then I figure, why not?

I release the grip with one hand so to move it further down and place the other hand on top of it. Only when I hold him with two hands do I fully appreciate his long length. Indeed he does take two hands. I hold one at the base of his cock, the next just above it. Still, the mushroom head of the thing sticks above. It feels like I am back in grade school, playing baseball, putting alternative hands up around the bat in a bid for who gets to hit first.

Still he says nothing to indicate he objects, so now I use both hands to squeeze both at the same time. Only then do I notice it.

"Oh my!" I momentarily relieve my grip at the sight. It occurs at the very tip of his cock, at the eye. I notice the clear fluid leak out.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Nothing!" I quickly respond, not wanting him to know, but then of course he must know. I wonder if he feels it. I also wonder what will happen if I squeeze him again, and then feel a tremendous desire to find out.

With both hands, I work his cock. A larger drop oozes out on my second attempt. It spills up and out of the eye, and then it slowly drools down the side. I can't believe I am actually making him pre-cum.

"Should I stop?" I worry he might want me to.

"Not if you don't want to," He offers me to keep going.

I squeeze on his cock some more, and then give it a quick little jerk to prod it along. The strategy works, and he pre-cums more prodigious amounts.

"I'm thinking I should stop," I offer again after I feel it. The pre-cum becomes too much for his cock to contain. It flows down the side and touches my fingers. It feels oily. It feels nice. I desire to feel more, but stop anyway.

"I should definitely stop," I let go and pull my hands away to look at it. His cock seems harder than before, even bigger, sticking up further. His size astounds me. Even better, the mushroom tip glistens with moisture, his moisture and what I have done to him. Even after I let go, I notice it continue to flow out and down the length. The sight makes me want to grab hold again. I have made him slick and slippery. I have prepared his cock for me. All I can think of is my dildo and the same slick look right before I push it in and turn it on.




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"You stopped?" He says in the form of a question, as if surprised I did so. "Why did you stop playing?"

Again his choice of words: "playing." Indeed I had been playing with it. A big girl playing with her big toy.

"I figured I should," I feel embarrassed to tell him. "I mean, you know..." I let my words trail off.

"You don't need to stop," He offers. "You can play with it all you want."

Again his choice of words: "play with it." I consider what I am doing, and then I realize what I am doing. Indeed, I am playing with his cock. I've never before played with a cock, not such a large cock.

"If you really don't mind?" I give him a way out.

"I don't mind," He assures. "I am yours to play with all you want. Dr. Palin wants you to get to know me."

I feel both reluctant and have so much desire. I can't believe what has happened to me. Here is a naked man, a man with the biggest cock I have ever seen, and he invites me to play my fingers upon it. I so much want to play, yet at the same time feel it wrong. The desire eventually wins out. I reach for him again, and this time grasp my hand around the base of the oiled shaft.

"Oh my!" I move my hand through it. Only one hand, I move it up the length of his impressive member and then back down again. I've done this before, of course, with my husband and a few select boyfriends back in High School; but never before with someone so large. Richard is as big as two of my old boyfriends put together, perhaps three of my husband's. He feels like so much more. He feels more and more oiled with each stroke of my hand.

Suddenly, I have a thought. A dirty, nasty thought dances upon my mind. More than a thought; more like an image. I imagine what it would look like if I made Richard cum. The thought fills me with desire. I imagine him rearing back, extend out his waist, and then cum with in a long stream of thick, white cream. I imagine him doing it several times, shooting three or maybe four times. It would be great to see such a large man doing it. I've always enjoyed the sight of a man reaching climax, but Richard would be astounding.

"You can play harder if you want," One nasty thought is interrupted by another.

It takes me a moment to realize he speaks to me. The man who's cock I hold in my hand is actually capable of speaking.

"Harder?" I ask back, confused. He seems about as hard as he can get.

"I mean faster," He clarifies, and then adds as if worried he might have insulted me. "But then it's totally up to you. You can play with me however you want."

I realize how gentle I am behaving. I stroke slow, twist my hand around his cock even slower. He is probably not accustomed to a girl playing so gentle, almost cautious with him. Most probably go wild with desire and lust.

Eventually, I do stroke faster. I attempt to push it to the side. Next, I try to pull it down so it points straight out. I soon find myself dragging over the chair from the corner of the room and positioning it right in front of him so I can play. The chair also gives me a better view, placing my eyes level with his waist, only inches from his huge cock. I take a close-up look at it while I masturbate it.

To be continued...



Natural Insemination Ch. 04



Chapter 4: Advanced Demonstration 

By Jenny_C©



Note to the reader: This is a continuation of the previous chapter of the story "Natural Insemination." It is recommended the chapters be read in sequence to properly describe the scene and introduce the characters. None of the characters are real, and this is purely a work of fiction with no basis in actual medical fact. Constructive comments welcomed.

"Well! The two of you seem to be getting along just fine!" The voice of Dr. Palin suddenly comes from the open door. I never heard the door open. I never heard her walk in. I was too occupied by the upright cock in my hand to pay much attention to anything else. Quickly, I pull back, feeling embarrassed.

"Don't let me interrupt," She acts unconcerned towards my behavior. "Go ahead if you want to. Don't mind me."

I let go anyway, and sit upright in the chair out of embarrassment. "Sorry," I attempt to apologize. "I didn't mean to."

"Don't stop on my accord," She closes the door behind her and walks the rest of the way into the room. She takes a seat down onto her chair. "Hell, go ahead and masturbate him for all I care."

"Masturbate?" I say in automatic surprise. "That's not what I was doing!"

"I beg to differ!" She turns to question. "But no need to worry. Go ahead and give him a good pumping. That's what you want, isn't it?"

I can't believe what she suggests! She acts unconcerned, like she is accustomed to it happening all the time. And the way she suggests it right in front of him!

And Richard never turns away either, doesn't even attempt to cover himself after she enters. He acts unconcerned and takes no action against her lurid suggestion, like he too is accustomed to it happening all the time.

At the same time, his enormous cock continues to stand upright. I notice it now gleams with moisture too, almost drips with pre-cum, making it obvious what I was doing. Still, I deny it. I don't know why, it comes automatic. I'm supposed to be a good girl. I could never admit to doing something so dirty.

Meanwhile, the doctor wheels her chair over to the cupboards. She opens one door and then another, looking for something. For what, I don't know. She doesn't say, only grumbles that she can't find it. She turns her back to me, to which I can't help but take advantage of the opportunity to admire the ridged erection standing before me. It might even be larger than before, maybe grown another inch or two longer than earlier. A temptation builds up from deep inside me, a temptation to grab it again, to stroke on him some more. He remains standing within easy reach. I could if I really wanted to, but hold back in the presence of the Doctor.

"Here it is!" She finally finds it. She pulls out a clipboard, and then complains about one of the nurses putting it in the wrong place. I quick turn away from his cock when she wheels her chair back over.

"Now let me ask you," She starts to question when she comes back again. "Have you talked it over with your husband? Did the two of you discuss the possibility of this young man impregnating you?"

I notice the way she points to his cock when she asks her question. It's as though the rest of him doesn't matter, only his big cock.

My eyes automatically follow her finger and look at it too. It's easy to see. With him standing while the two of us sit, it appears in the perfect position to easily see. As I look, I can't help but imagine what it would feel like to be impregnated by it, to feel it drive deep inside me, even to experience the sensation of that final push when he finally releases his seed.

"Well, um, not really," I shake my head and come back to reality. I have a difficult time answering her question and looking at his cock at the same time.

"But it's been almost a week!" Dr. Palin acts disappointed with me. "In all that time you never talked? How are you supposed to come to a decision if you never talked about it?"

"I tried!" I try to defend. "I brought it up, several times, but he said he was always too tired to talk about it."

"Too tired?" She brushes his complaint aside. "Nonsense! I suspect he was actually too afraid to talk about it."

I suspect her comment is more to the truth. She has the experience. I'm sure she's talked to many young women in a similar situation.

"I'm sorry," I feel I have disappointed her, so hang my head in shame. "But it's difficult, you know, to talk about such a thing. How am I supposed to convince him?"

She lets out a breath and leans back in her chair. The chair she sits on doesn't have a back. It's nothing more than a stool with wheels, so she positions her hands in front and stretches back like an experienced acrobat.

"Don't be sorry," She consoles without looking at me. "I've seen many cases just like yours. You have nothing to be sorry about."

"Then what am I supposed to do?" I want to know about her other cases. I beg her to share her experience with me. I ask how the other women eventually got their husbands to agree. 

"You first must understand his inadequacy," She advises me after a minute of thought. She sits back up straight again. "Your husband has an inadequate cock, at least compared to someone like Richard."

She again points to the cock standing upright between us, and again my eyes naturally follow. The thick mushroomed head of his cock actually seems to have accumulated additional moisture. I gasp as I realize he has pre-cummed as we talked about it.

"His inadequate cock is the reason he can't impregnate you," She goes on. "But also the reason you need someone like Richard to do the job instead. As long as your husband refuses to admit to this fact, then I'm afraid you will never convince him. You need to convince him that his small cock doesn't make him any less of a man."

I almost disagree with her. Looking at the cock before me, I can't help but think lowly of my husband. Compared to Richard, he does seem inadequate. The cock before me would be able to penetrate me three times as deep; push me apart wider too. A warm sort-of heat rises up from my body as I dream about it, fantasize what it would be like.

"How do I convince him?" I shake the lustful thoughts out of my mind and try to return to the subject at hand. "How am I supposed to convince him that he's no less of a man?"

"It is particularly difficult in your case," The Doctor seems to ignore my question. "The problem is your husband's macho behavior. The small size of his cock might even contribute to this behavior. He was probably teased by the other boys in school, perhaps had to fight to stand up for himself after gym class."

She seems to conduct a miniature sociological assessment of my husband. Indeed, I recall he did get into a lot of fights while in High School. It was part of what attracted me to him. Like the runt puppy in the litter, I used to feel sorry about him always getting beat up by the other boys. Now I wonder if his small sized dick might have been part of the reason why the other boys teased and fought with him.

"But how do I convince him?" I ask again. "How do I convince my husband that his smallish cock doesn't make him any less of a man?"

"By lying," The doctor surprises me with her advice. "And with a lot of convincing acting."

"What?" I don't understand at all.

"Listen," She talks to me like a Mother talks to her teenage daughter about sex. "We both know how important a large cock can be. It heightens the sexual experience for the female. It makes it more arousing, more interesting for her. A big cock can easily give an orgasm, even multiple orgasms."

I never had anyone talk to me like this before. Size wasn't supposed to be important. That's what I was always told. I never thought of my husband as being particularly small, at least not before I met Richard. She may have a point, but I'm not sure.

"I don't know," I express my doubt.

"Of course you don't know," Dr. Palin almost laughs at me. "You never experienced a real cock. Your husband doesn't give you orgasms on a regular basis. I can assure you, once you experience a cock the size of Richard's," She points to it once again. "You'll never go back to anything as inadequate as your husband's."

The massive cock continues to point skyward right in front of me. The mushroom head glistens with moisture. I have to fight back the desire to grab it, to stroke it once more. Better yet, I would like to experience it and find out for myself if what she says is true.

"Is all that really true?" I ask because all I can do is ask. I question the Doctor as I look at it.

"I hope you will soon find out for yourself," She answers. "I really do, but it all depends on if you can convince your husband. You know him a lot better than I do. You are the only one who can finally talk him into it in the end, but the macho type is always more difficult to convince. They know the truth, even if they don't realize it."

I am left dismayed. I don't think I have any hope. I have never been very good at lying, especially to my husband. I lied to him about little things before, but never a lie as big as this. In my heart, I know he will never agree to allow me to be fucked by another man. He won't even talk about it. How can I expect him to agree to it?

"But perhaps I can give you an incentive to build your confidence," The Doctor gives me a glimmer of hope.

"What did you have in mind?" I ask with excitement.

"I don't normally allow it," She expresses reluctance.

"Anything!" I beg of her. I have no idea what she is talking about, but agree anyway.

"Normally I require the agreement of the husband," She goes on. "And then I'm sure you would refuse anyway, but perhaps in this case it might be a good idea to medically determine if you are capable."

I still don't understand. I suspect, but it can't possibly be! She would never allow it! And even if she allowed it, would I? Would I be willing to cheat on my husband?

"Medically?" I catch her particular use of the word.

"Medically," She repeats the word. "You are a small girl. And the cock of your husband is certainly smaller than average. It could be dangerous, you know, and I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself when it comes time for you to get fucked by a real cock."

"Medically?" I say in little more than a whisper. Her suggestion sounds more certain. I can't believe she would really allow it.

"And I would hate for you to go through all the trouble of getting your husband to agree, only to find out you can't accept a real cock," She goes on as if she doesn't hear me. "And it wouldn't exactly be considered cheating on your part either, not if I determined it to be a medical necessity."

"A necessity?" I think this strange, but at the same time understand where she is going. I know it is not really necessary, not medically, but I also can't help but want to believe her."

"I might even insist on it," The Doctor goes on. "You know, out of purely medical considerations."

I look to Richard's cock and consider it too. I consider what it would feel like, how deep it would penetrate me, and then how much it would stretch me open too. Erotic thoughts cross my mind. A tingling sensation comes from somewhere deep inside.

"Yes, that is my decision," She concludes after a short deliberation. "I believe it medically necessary, as they say, for you to give him a try."

"Give him a try?" I repeat the words. They sound so cold, so clinical when she says them, yet at the same time they make me feel so incredibly hot inside.

The cock standing next to me seems to think so too. Not only does it stand upright so firm and hard, but then I notice it grow wet as well. A large wallop of pre-cum oozes out the tip. The sight gives me a start, and at the same time I can't pull my eyes away, for I know it readies itself for me.

"No need to ask Richard," Dr. Palin sees it too. She says it with a laugh, like she is having a good time. "He certainly looks to be attracted to you. It looks like he's ready to go."

I can't help but agree with her. Not only because he stands so hard, but now his pre-cum makes it even more obvious to me. Never before has any man expressed such an intense interest in me. I can't help but be interested in him as well.

"I must say Katie," The Doctor continues after a brief pause during which both of us take a time out to watch his performance. "Richard definitely appears attracted to you. Care to speculate what he finds so attractive?"

She asks this in the form of a question, 

those big tits of yours. I can tell he's been wanting to fuck you ever since you first walked through the front door."

She laughs some more, but I can hardly breathe. I can hardly believe it.

"Now, go ahead and slide on over to the end of the table," She gets up out of her chair. She walks around Richard to stand on the far side of the exam table. Without saying a word, she motions with her hand for me to rotate around. "Sit on the edge," She instructs. "Lay back and relax." 

Despite my beating heart, despite my heavy breaths, I behave like a robot on automatic. First I turn, and then I use my elbows to lie down on my back. I behave like a patient in a doctor's office, which seems only natural, since I really am a patient and I really am in a doctor's office. A few seconds later I find myself lying with my back on the exam table and my legs dangling over the side.

"And pull down those panties," She shocks me with her next request.

"What?" I hesitate, not sure what to do. "I don't know about this."

"Yes you do!" She takes hold of my panties herself and pulls them on down.

Suddenly, before I even fully realize it, I find myself exposed. She pulls down my panties, and not just a little ways down either, but all the way down, down past my feet and completely off my body. When she is done, she throws them in the corner of the room as if to show I won't be needing them for a long time.

"What are you doing?" I ask with worry, not quite believing what is happening to me. Before I fully realize what has happened, I am left wearing only a bra, and that is all. It's been a long time since I showed myself down there, at least to a man other than my husband. Not since my young teenage years, before I met my husband, and back then it was dark. Now I lay in a well lit room.

I can't help but feel like a slut, like a stripper on stage in a gentleman's club. But at the same time, I can't help but feel a powerful surge of excitement too, like a stripper on stage in a gentleman's club. At the same time I look up to see his giant cock.

"Now come on over here," The Doctor next turns her attention to Richard.

To my horror and then to my excited delight, he walks over to join her. The two of them stand on the far side of the table and before my open legs. I fail to notice my legs stand open at first. I could close them, but then I could provide cover with my hands too, but for some reason I fail to do anything at all. His giant cock does something to me. I realize what a shameless slut I must appear as: the tiny bikini top with nothing below my waist too.

The two of them talk. I can't hear what they say, but I can tell they talk about me. I think they might even talk about my pussy. She seems to point to it, and then he seems to look at it. I realize she gives instruction on how to have intercourse with me.

"Oh my God!" I jump in fright when he steps close.

"Try to relax," The Doctor steps over and attempts to calm me. "And remember this is purely a medical procedure."

No way can I relax, especially when he takes my legs. His touch feels good. His strong hands fill me with excitement. It certainly doesn't feel like any sort of medical procedure, at least no medical procedure I ever experienced before. First one leg, and then the other, he lifts them into the air and pulls them apart. I look down the length of my body to see his giant cock standing upright in the middle.

"Not yet," She instructs him to do nothing at first. "There it is," She points for him at my open cunt just like she pointed for me at his cock. "But not yet.

"Try to relax," She comes over to tell me again. "You will enjoy it a lot more if you try to relax."

She must be kidding! I am about to be fucked by a man other than my husband, and by a tall and handsome man with the biggest cock I have ever seen. My heart races. My breathing labors. If I feel this aroused at the mere thought of it, I don't know how I will be able to stand the actual experience.

"Go ahead and stick it in," I hear as out of a dream, and a moment later I feel it.

"Oh God!" I feel him push at my opening. He lowers his body, leans forward to better adjust his aim, and a moment later I feel him. I feel his wetness. I feel the smooth head of his cock. And then I feel him push into me.

"Oh God!" I cry out as he attempts to enter. He's a lot bigger than my husband. I immediately feel the difference in size. The head of his cock feels more like a fist trying to enter me.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" I cry out against the intruder.

"Try to relax," The doctor once again suggests. "This is normal."

"Normal?" I can't believe she considers the situation normal. "I don't think he will fit," I say with worry. It feels more like a fist tries to enter me.

"He'll fit just fine," Dr. Palin almost laughs at me. "You're just not accustomed to a man of his size."

She's right. I fear I might not ever get accustomed to something so big inside me. He pushes hard at my opening. The loose paper on the exam table causes me to slide forward. Using my legs, he pulls me back into position. I grab the end of the table and hold on.

"He's stretching you open a lot further than what you are accustomed to," The Doctor tells me what I full well can easily feel for myself. "He's going to enter a lot deeper too, but don't worry. You'll take all of him. Just think of it as being a virgin all over again."

"Oh God!" The pressure continues. I feel him go in, especially the swollen cock-head, even the rim around the head. I feel every inch of him. And it travels so slowly down the length of my hole, and so deep too, already deeper than my own husband's pathetic little cock. Just when I think I can take no more, he pushes some more, and further in it goes. I realize it really is like being a virgin. Half my cunt has never been experienced before.

"She really must be tight!" The voice of the doctor comes from somewhere seemingly far away. "But keep working her. I'm sure she'll be able to take it. You just need to be gentle with her this first time."

The words come from the doctor. She speaks them to Richard, but I hardly pay them any attention. So engrossed in the moment, I can pay attention to only one subject at a time. For the moment, the overwhelming subject is his cock. 

"Lucky I didn't let Jason go at her," The Doctor speaks some more. "She needs practice before she will be able to take anything more physical."

It feels almost surreal. She talks to him, to the man fucking me, while I am being fucked. My mouth opens wide. My eyes move to the back of my head. I relish the sensation of the hard cock driving into me, and then I think of what she said about Jason the week before, what she said about him being rough. I wonder how much harder he will drive. I wonder if I will be able to take him too.

Through all this, Richard remains completely silent. He doesn't say a word. He only fucks, as if his only purpose in life is to fuck, and I can feel for myself why his only purpose might indeed be to fuck. The pressure never diminishes. Ever so slowly his giant cock drives deeper inside. It feels as if I am being speared, as if a giant dildo attempts to enter, but never have I used such a large dildo. Through it all, there is no pain. I almost expect to feel at least a little pain, but none at all. I can't believe a fuck could ever feel so good.




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It takes a full minute before I finally feel his thighs rub against my open legs. Finally, he appears to be all the way inside.

"How does it feel?" The Doctor asks a stupid question.

"Incredible!" I tell her the truth.

"So what I said about size..." She starts to say.

"It really does make a difference!" I finish the sentence for her.

She lets out a little giggle. "You poor, deprived girl," She almost teases. "You never knew what you were missing."

She very possibly could be right. I never realized it could feel so good. I never realized size made such a difference. His cock feels like it extends half way up to my chest, his wide girth stretching me wide at the same time. 

"And just think," The Doctor bends down low and whispers into my ear. "You haven't experienced anything yet."

And with that, he pulls almost all the way out. He does it quick, a lot faster than what he went in. It takes only a second. I automatically moan with displeasure. Never before have I felt so empty, but just then he fills me back up again.

"Yes!" I nearly scream.

He stabs forward and rams it into me. This time he does it with a single, swift thrust, and I can't help but yell out at the sensation, the feeling of his hard cock as it pushes and stretches my entire length. His strong hands grip my thighs tight as he stabs, keeping me from pushing away, forcing the cock in deep. I grip the end of the exam table too, wishing him inside, not wanting to be pushed away.

First one, then a second, and eventually a third thrust pushes inside. I lift my waist like a wanton slut to give him better access, allowing him to thrust deeper into me. A pair of strong hands move further underneath me, his fingers grasp my ass. They feel cold and course, like the hands of a man accustomed to doing physical labor. It doesn't take long before his thighs press tighter against my own. It feels as if he grows harder and longer too.

"Now you're getting the hang of it," The Doctor encourages me on like the coach at a sporting event.

I hardly hear her. Again and again, he fucks. Faster and faster he goes. And seemingly deeper too! It feels like his cock has enlarged to even more substantial dimensions. Just when I think it can't feel any better, he rams it in harder.

"Holy shit!" I soon find myself crying out with delight. "Holy! Fucking! Shit!" I cry out with each thrust.

"I told you that size made a difference," Dr. Palin reminds me.

"It really does!" I hear myself respond to her. "He's incredible!"

I find myself breathing hard, even panting. The thrusts go in easier, not as tight. I feel a great wetness down there, increased lubrication. Whether the lubrication comes from him or me, I can't tell. It serves to further heighten the experience. Faster and faster the thrusts go in and then back out of me. They go in so far, and then it takes so long for him to pull out too. It feels as if he attempts to pull out nearly all the way before thrusting back in again, behaving as if he purposely gives me the experience of his full length every time.

I soon start to feel it, a surge of heat radiates from deep inside me. I've felt it before, but only on a few rare occasions. Immediately, I know what is happening to me. I arch my back and get ready to receive it.

"Oh God!" I sway out my arms in anticipation. "He's incredible!"

And just then, it hits me. Not a slow buildup like all my previous experiences, but more of a sudden rush. My entire body goes ridged. A flash of intense heat radiates through me. I open my mouth to scream, but then no sound comes out. Down there, I start to spasm.

Meanwhile, Richard momentarily stops fucking to allow me to take it all in. He knows what to do. The man has vast experience giving it to women. With his cock imbedded as far as it can go, I feel my own cunt spasm against it.

"Oh fuck!" I can't help but cry out loud. Initially I go silent when it first hits me, but then can't help but yell at him. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I arch backwards in attempt to get it to go on.

The orgasm lasts for several seconds, much longer than any of my previous orgasms. My own husband never made me feel like this, not even close! It must come from his size, I figure, and the way it stretches me open so deep. My entire body initially goes ridged, but then I allow my arms to flay freely about. I can't help it. His fuck is like an intense drug. It takes about a minute for me to come down off the high, for the effect of the drug to gradually diminish.

"That was one," The Doctor says somewhere seemingly far away.

"One?" I ask her back as if from a dream. It's difficult to talk. I pant like I can hardly breathe.

"The first one," She clarifies for me. "Are you ready for another?"

And with that, Richard leans forward and takes me by the arms. He takes hold of me just below the elbow, to both my arms at the same time, lifts me like a rag doll and pulls me up and completely off the table.

"Another?" I cry on in a shriek as I am being raised, and then a second later the thrusts start up all over again.

"No!" I realize he remains hard. He lifts me up, and then he slams me back down onto it again. I feel his hardness continue. He remains fully imbedded inside. I realize he hasn't yet cummed, so it isn't yet over!

"No! No! No!" I cry out with each subsequent jab.

Unbelievably, the fucking continues, slower this time, and from a different position. His oversized cock comes up from below. He fucks me in a standing position. My feet don't even touch the ground. His cock seems to be the only thing holding me up. His hands too, when they pull me up, but then he keeps dropping me back down onto his cock again and again.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I pant with each thrust. His waist is strong. He thrusts hard. I rise a seemingly long ways up each time, and then I come crashing back down onto him with an intensity I never imagined. It feels as if I am being reamed out. I've never been fucked nearly so hard before.

"Oh! God! Damn!" I can only form words between the thrusts. He handles me like a rag doll, allowing my entire body to bounce up and down. My head sways back and forth. My breasts brush up and down against his naked chest. As for my legs, I first allow them to flay about, but then think to bring them around to lock my ankles together behind him. I lock my legs as if never wanting to let go, and still he keeps right on fucking through it all.

I soon find myself sweating. He sweats too, I notice when my forehead touches his hard, muscular chest. Both of us pant and grunt. He must have strong legs and thighs. A strong cock too, strong enough to seemingly support my weight. I rise a long ways with each thrust. His manhood seems to spear into me ever deeper with each stab.

Eventually, I lean back and allow myself to be suspended in mid-air as he fucks. I feel my boobs heave up and down, bouncing so hard I fear they might bounce out. If not out, I fear they might rip the narrow straps of the bikini apart. I'm giving him a show, I realize, but at the same time I don't care.

And then it hits me again. It comes without warning, and then I cum. A second orgasm! Once again I go ridged as he imbeds himself fully inside and allows me to experience his full length.

"Fuck!" I arch my back and eventually yell out loud, feeling it hit me like a tidal wave. Never before have I experienced a double orgasm. The second takes longer. It takes a lot more fucking than the first. It also hits harder, maybe even twice as hard, or perhaps it's just my imagination. Whatever the case, I experience the second orgasm of the afternoon, the second in just one session. Never before have I ever experienced two in a row. 

"Two," The doctor responds simply.

I hardly hear her, being too caught up in the orgasm to hear much of anything at all. At the same time, Richard pulls completely out. He does it so quick I hardly notice. First he lays me back onto the table, and then he pulls his cock back out. For the first time in perhaps the last twenty minutes, I am empty. The sudden void makes me feel lonely. I want to feel him again, and then look up to see it.

"More?" I question out loud when I see it. His cock seems to stand even taller than before, and so incredibly wide in girth as well. I can't believe I have just taken the whole thing inside me, and then think about it standing hard and tall too. Still, he hasn't cummed! It isn't over yet! I can believe a man capable of lasting so long.

As if reading my mind, he takes me by the ankles. He lifts them high, and then pulls my legs apart. I've never before been made so vulnerable. It makes me feel dirty, so much like a slut, but at the same time feels so good.

Then he pauses. He leans over me with his huge cock poised at my entrance. My legs he pushes back even further. I feel my ass rise up off the table, my cunt along with it, and still with his cock poised at my entrance. He holds it there, as if tempting me, as if purposely increasing my arousal. I want him so bad. His strategy works.

And then, all of a sudden, he drives it all the way inside with a single, swift motion.

"Ahh!" I can't help but cry out. I almost scream. It feels so good! I can actually hear it go in. It reminds me of the sound a plunger might make as it squeezes into a tube of grease.

Deep inside, and then he slowly pulls himself almost all the way out. It must take him near a half-minute to pull so far out, but then just before he leaves me completely, he rams himself back in even faster the second time.

"Ahh!" My entire body shutters. I lift my head up high. My arms go flaying, and then my entire body flops back down onto the exam table. Never before have I felt like this.

Again he pulls out slow and then rams it in hard, and then again, and then yet again. He fucks me like an animal, like he is some kind of mindless beast whose only purpose in life is to fuck. I feel like an innocent young virgin all over again, my heart racing with excited energy, my entire body drenched in sweat. 

The mindless fucking continues. Slow out, and then fast in. Again and again he goes at it. He varies his speed, sometimes pauses at the entrance to my cunt hole as if to tease, and then plows it back in. Each thrust pushes my body further back along the exam table. I must grab the side to pull myself back into position. He sometimes grabs me by the waist and pulls me back too.

The thrusts don't come in any sort of steady rhythm. He varies his timing, varies his thrusts, all in an attempt to increase my ecstasy. Sometimes he waits for me to get back into position. Other times he thrusts his cock back into me before I am ready, giving me a thrill, making me shriek. I can't help but imagine the two of us back at the house and in the same position on my husband's bed. I imagine myself lying down and he stands at the far end. And then I start to wonder how many more positions he might know to fuck me in. I can't imagine being fucked like this on a consistent basis, every night, for 42 times in a row.

And again and again it goes on. Each time the same, a slow pull out and then a fast stab back in. Richard clearly knows how to fuck. He obviously has a lot of practice. I briefly wonder what other little tricks he might know, and just then the full length of his cock dives back in. The thought momentarily leaves my mind. His monster cock seems to brainwash me.

Forty-two times in a row. The number keeps echoing in my mind. I wonder what he will all be able to teach me in that time, all the different positions we will do it in. This is just the start, I realize, first grade. I still have a lot more grades to go, so much more to learn before I am awarded a diploma.

He fucks me like this for a long time. I'm not sure how long he fucks. I no longer have the ability to keep track of time. I find myself actually wanting to have yet another orgasm. Already he's given me two of them. I seldom have even one, and now I plead for a third.

"No!" I tell him when he eventually pulls out completely. I am insatiable. I behave like such a whore. "Fuck me," I look down to tell him, and then receive the shock of my life.

His cock still stands tall. It stands up between my open legs. He continues to hold my ankles so my legs remain apart and my cunt in the most vulnerable position. Direct in the center stands his upright cock, standing as hard as ever, but then I notice it move. It moves on its own, without him touching it, without anyone touching it, rising up and down as if having spasums. I find it an exciting image to behold, but then he grunts, and I see it form a giant arch.

"Fuck!" I yell out loud as a long white string extends high up into the air, unbelievably high, seemingly all the way to the ceiling. And the sheer volume of it! There's so much of it! It forms a long, unbroken string, like a rope, and then seems to freeze in mid-air for several seconds for me to admire. Just when I think it can extend no longer, it comes crashing back down onto my chest and stomach.

"Oh my God!" I cry out when I feel it.

Most of his cum splatters onto my chest. It lands between my boobs, into my cleavage, and then splatters all around after it hits. Some splatters onto both boobs. Some splatters onto my neck and chin. I think I might even taste some of it from when I open my mouth wide and cry out in amazement.

And then he does it again. A second grunt, and then a second shot of cum. It rises as high as the first, appears to freeze in mid-air too, and then comes splattering back down to join the first. I can't believe how much cum he shoots. I can't believe how much he is capable of putting out. There must be near a full glass of it. I think of the cum, and then think of all the sperm he could shoot inside me. Richard would have no trouble getting me pregnant. His sperm would fill me completely, probably to overflowing.

A grunt and then a third spurt shoots high and then comes splattering back down on my near-naked body. I find myself covered with it. A white streak of it runs down between my cleavage, like a white river, and thick enough to stay in place. It starts to overflow, flows down my shoulders and then past my neck. 

A much smaller fourth and then a fifth spurt fails to shoot as far or as much. It ejects only far enough to land on my stomach, and then yet another of similar strength follows after a longer delay. I watch it spurt, taking delight in the sight of his ejecting cock. He does this all as I watch. He doesn't touch it. Neither do I. His cock remains uncovered and bare for me to gaze upon. I see every spasm. I get to see the way it pulses as it shoots. Never before have I gotten such an up close and intimate look at an ejaculating cock, and I find myself loving it.

Best of all, Richard makes no move to cover himself in shame or embarrassment. Neither does he masturbate himself with his own hand. He behaves as if he enjoys the fact I can watch, as if he finds delight at the opportunity to show himself off to me, like a talented musician up on stage. This could be why it lasts so long. It must be the reason the ejaculations shoot out so many times.

Eventually, the ejections diminish and it appears as if he is finished, although his cock continues to convulse and a few more dribbles come out. All of this I watch with amazement and interest. The sight of it is almost enough to give me a third orgasm.

* * * * *

"I think he likes you," The doctor reminds me that she remains in the room. She's been in the room the whole time. She's been watching us. Never before has another woman watch me have sex with a guy. It somehow makes me excited knowing she's seen me have an orgasm.

"That was the most he put out in a long time," She even sounds impressed with my performance. "I guess you could say that you brought out the best in him!"

Looking down upon myself, I agree. I raise myself up on my elbows to take a look. "Oh my God!" I can't help but cry out in amazement at the sight. "I never knew! How can any guy?"

I start to say but can't even finish the words. The whole front of my body is covered in a thick coating of spunk. Most of it extends in a long line down the middle of my body. More dribbles off my boobs, swimsuit, stomach, and goes all the way up to my neck. When I sit up on my elbows, it starts to flow down the length of my body to between my legs, making me wonder if just his sperm on the outside might be enough to impregnate me inside.

"Just think of him unloading inside you," The Doctor speaks from over my shoulder. "And then think of him doing it twice per day, every day, and for a full three weeks in a row," She fuels my imagination.

I can't help but want him to do it many more times. I want a repeat performance, and then I think how much more incredible it would be to have him explode inside me. He would fill me to capacity, probably enough to impregnate me from a single fuck. No way would I be satisfied with just one. I already want more. I want him to fuck me again and again.

"Oh yes!" I eventually voice out loud.

"Of course!" The Doctor replies almost in a laugh. "That is why I wanted to give you this advanced demonstration. Consider it a preview to the real show, like the preview to a good movie. I hope it gives you some extra incentive to convince your husband."

"Yes it does!" I assure her. "I'm sure I can get him to agree, eventually, somehow..."

My voice trails off as I consider the possibilities and try to think up some additional options to get my husband to agree. Nothing comes to mind at the moment, but I feel more confident than ever before. The reward proves too fabulous to brush aside. I must do everything I can to convince him.

The doctor lets out a slight chuckle at my reaction. My lust appears humorous to her. I'm sure she's seen it before, probably many times, and from many different women.

"In the meantime," She eventually continues after a short pause to return to her professional nature. "Perhaps you might be interested in going back to your hand and finishing him off the rest of the way?"

"My hand?" I don't understand. "Finish him off?"

"He's still hard," She points. "He's not done yet."

I look down with wonder. I look at it with awe. The cock still points skyward. It hasn't softened, not even after ejaculating so much. I don't understand.

"He pulled out too soon," The Doctor must explain. "He pulled out so not to impregnate you, at least not yet, but this means he failed to finish. I'd say a few minutes with your hand should just about do it."

She smiles at me and then turns to leave. "Have a good time," I hear from somewhere further behind. "You know the drill."

And with that, I am suddenly left all alone with the big man once again. I can't believe it. I'm not sure what to do. Richard does nothing to relieve my confusion. He remains standing, says nothing, and continues to allow his erect cock to do all the talking for him. I know he wants it, and not only from the size of his cock. He sweats. He breathes hard too, and he looks desperate for me to take it. He also looks at me, I notice, his eyes pointed down to my large boobs in their small covering. I'm accustomed to men looking at my chest. They do so even when I wear blouses, T-shirts, and a full complement of clothing. I catch guys looking a lot more when I wear anything low cut or that fits tight across my chest. No wonder Richard looks, considering what little I wear. I'm practically naked, which gives me an idea.

"You like?" I glance down along with him. "Would you like to see more?"

He jumps back in shock. My promiscuity surprises him, but I don't know why he should be surprised, not after what we've both just been through. He's already seen most of me. I figure why not show him the rest. Eventually, he nods in the affirmative, silently voicing his agreement.




Natural Insemination Ch. 04



"You don't say much," I comment. He hasn't said much for a long while. He hardly talked at all while we fucked, other than a few moans and grunts. Not that I mind the strong silent type, especially when it comes equipped with a large cock.

"Nothing much to say," He eventually answers, speaking with as few words as possible. He acts like a shortage of words exists in the world and he must ration them carefully. The fact I am reaching around to undo the back string of my top might have something to do with it too. His eyes continue to look down at my chest. He's not shy about looking at me.

It takes longer than it should to untie the rear of the bikini. My hands shake. They perspire with sweat. The string slips from my fingertips, so I must grab it again, and pull. As far as showing him, I figure why not? He's sure to see me anyway. Plus, I somehow want to reward him. After such an impressive performance with his cock, I feel almost as if I owe it to him.

His breathing seems to turn harder as soon as I succeed. So does his cock. It points up taller, even spasums, almost jumps with excitement. The sight of it makes me want to show all I have to offer. He still can't see anything, or at least nothing more than before, but I suppose he must have noticed my boobs lose their support when I untied the strings.

He licks his lips as though anxious to take a taste of what I have to offer. I am momentarily diverted as I imagine him tasting them, kissing them, his lips puckered up to my nipples. I'm sure he would like to take a suck on my nipples. I hope to give him the opportunity. 

"Would you like to see more?" I ask a second time

"Oh yes!" This time, he answers. He compliments at the same time. I like the way he answers in a gasp, like a young virgin about to get his first look at a real pair of tits. I am actually anxious to show him. I want him to see all I have to offer, so with that, I pull up the two strings and pull off the cups.

"Oh God!" He actually pants when he sees my bare breasts. He jumps back too, and so does his cock. I like the way it jumps for me.

"Do you like them?" I ask a stupid question.

Of course he likes them! I can tell how much he likes them. All I need to do is glance down at his massively erect cock. Every guy likes a big pair of tits, and especially a horny guy waiting to be jacked off. His cock actually moves as he gyrates his hips with excitement, causing the long appendage to bob up and down, making the big thing look almost alive right in front of me.

"Then come closer," I invite. "Go ahead and take a feel if you would like."

This seems to surprise him, as if he doesn't usually get to feel the boobs of the women he is fucking, but I want him to feel mine. He steps forward. His hands slowly rise. I sit up straighter and push out my chest to give him the best possible feel.

"Wow!" It doesn't take him long to take a feel. He uses both hands, one on each boob, and first touches them with just the tips of his fingers. "So big!"

He knows this already. He saw it for himself when he just looked at them. All the guys think my boobs are big, but then they are.

"Do you like them?" I ask again. He never did answer me the first time, at least not verbally.

"Oh yes!" He expresses his delight. "So firm!" He compliments. "Magnificent!"

I'm glad he likes them. I also enjoy the feeling of his hands upon me. It's been a long time since any hands besides my husband's have touched my bare breasts. Richard handles them with care, more gently than most, like my boobs are a pair of precious orbs that could break and shatter if handled too roughly.

Eventually he gets around to turning a little rougher and gives them a squeeze. Not hard, but a gentle squeeze. He attempts to lift them too, as if to judge their weight. Men like to squeeze and manipulate my boobs all around. I've noticed it with my husband when we were first married. I noticed it a lot more with old boyfriends. He lifts one in each hand and attempts to give me cleavage.

Soon, he moves his fingers over the tips of my nipples and gives me a thrill.

"Oh!" I involuntarily let out a gasp.

"So hard!" He voices back.

Yes, my nipples do stand tall and hard. They also seem unusually sensitive, which I suppose might have something to do with the intense fuck I just received. He roles his fingers across them several more times, and then circles around as if to tease them.

"You naughty boy!" I tease him back. I behave like a horny young slut working a street corner. "Now bring that cock closer and let's see what else it can do."

He obeys me like I am his mistress. As soon as he gets close enough, I reach out and grab it once again. I wrap my fingers around, and this time I do it with a lot less hesitance than before. I don't act shy. I grab his cock like I own it.

"That's nice," I take a feel of its wide circumference and long length. It feels a lot slicker than before. It feels wetter too, coated in a combination of his cum and sperm, and then there are my own juices too. It feels incredible. I so much want it to shoot its full load deep inside me.

"I can't wait for next time," I tell him as I give it a squeeze. "Don't worry, they'll be plenty of next times. I'll be sure to convince my husband to let me have lots of next times."

Just then I know what to do. I know how to persuade my husband, how to talk him into letting me be fucked by this big man. I don't know why I haven't thought of it before. It seems so obvious! I should have thought of it first thing, but then I suppose I didn't have the impetus of a cock to point it out to me. All I need to do is withhold sex from my husband long enough for him to be putty in my hand.

As I begin to stroke on Richard, I think through each deceptive step to trick my husband into letting me stroke Richard a whole lot more. I will start with the today's appointment. I'll act like I am pissed at him when I get home, tell him how embarrassed I felt sitting in the waiting room. "I waited for over an hour," I'll say. "I tried to call you repeatedly." It will be the truth, sort-of, just with the details left out. I did call repeatedly, twice as a matter of fact. I just won't tell him what I was doing during my long wait. In any case, I can carry a grudge for a long time, stay pissed at him for at least a week, maybe two. There will be no sex while I am in such a mood.

Later, I'll simply tell him there's no point in us having sex any more. We tried it before. We know it won't give me a child. If he's not willing to allow me to be impregnated by someone who will make it work, then why should I have intercourse with someone who can't? I might even tell him that I no longer get much pleasure from having sex with him, which might not be so far from the truth. After the newfound experience with Richard, I doubt if I will get much pleasure from him at all.

At the same time, I imagine myself wearing my most provocative outfits to keep him plenty excited and always horny. I'll put on tight fitting blouses, I'll be sure to wear shorts that come almost all the way up to my ass, and then I'll show cleavage with a few open buttons on any button-down blouse too. I already have a few sexy items in the closet. I can always go shopping for a few more. "Oh, this little thing," I imagine myself teasing him when he eventually notices. Perhaps I might even step out of the bathroom topless or bend down low right in front of him. My plunging tits always did drive him nuts. Or I can buy myself a sexy little teddy to wear to bed, or maybe a bikini just like the one Dr. Palin provided, just like the one I was formally wearing. It'll be enough to drive him wild with lust. He will have no choice but to give in. It shouldn't even be all that hard to convince him.

A moan sounds from another man standing right in front of me. His hands have long since left my boobs. It is as though he can only take so much, either my hand or my tits, so he lets go of my boobs to experience the full force of my hand. I realize my hand strokes on him fast, racing up and down his cock, beating his meat like some well practiced whore. By the end of the "treatments," I may be very much like a whore. I think of all the new positions Richard will be able to teach me, all the different ways he will fuck me.

Another moan. I had almost forgotten about him, about Richard, being so absorbed into the thoughts of how to trick my husband. I suddenly come back to him. I remember what I hold in my hand.

"Cum for me," I slow my strokes and tell him in a tease. "Let's see how much more you have."

He sweats, I notice, as though exhausted with the whole experience. He appears to try to hold out, holding it inside to give me as much time as possible. I imagine him doing the same when he fucks me, giving me orgasm after orgasm. I can't wait for him to fuck me again and again. I wonder how many weeks it will take my husband to eventually give in.

A third moan. He sounds close. He feels close too. His cock feels as hard as a rock. It might even shiver in my hand. I slow even further in an attempt to feel it.

And then he grunts. He grunts just like he did earlier, just before he came all over me. I can tell he's about to cum, and then I know he is.

Just then, it happens. I have his cock pointed up at my chest when he does it. As I watch, a long string of sperm shoots up between my swelling mounds. It hits me on the neck and just below the jaw, causing me to laugh. At the same time, I look down at his cock with awe and amusement. How can a guy possibly have so much? Where can all his cum be coming from?

He grunts again, and I make sure to point his cock so the second shot hits me in the left boob. It hits with force onto the underside of my boob. It even tickles a little, like someone poking a finger into my boob. I plan to let Richard play with my boobs all he wants. He will certainly want to poke them, and then he will want to feel and squeeze them too. Every guy likes a big pair of boobs. Richard is going to love them.

A short squirt onto my right breast, and then finally he drools. His head slumps back. He looks as if he is about to faint. At the same time, a small geyser of his thick, white goo oozes up and out of his cock to land on my fingers. Finally, he appears done. I can't believe a guy capable of spurting so much.

"Next time," I conclude in little more than a whisper after I finally drain him. "You'll be doing it inside me without a rubber."



Natural Insemination Ch. 05



Chapter 5: Agreement

This is a continuation of the previous chapter of the story "Natural Insemination." It is recommended the chapters be read in sequence to properly describe the scene and introduce the characters. None of the characters are real, and this is purely a work of fiction with no basis in actual medical fact. Constructive comments and suggestions welcomed. 



It proved a lot easier than I ever expected. My husband agreed after a mere 5 weeks of going without.

It wasn't the first time I withheld sex from him, but certainly the longest. Many times over the last few weeks I wanted to give in. It felt unnatural to hold out for so long, almost cruel how I behaved towards him. I manipulated him with sex, which was something I didn't normally do, at least not on such a grand scale. I had done it before, of course, because every woman does it, but those were mild compared to what I put him through over the last 5 weeks. It was a good thing that the doctor gave me a hint of what I was missing. My experience with Richard opened my eyes. It gave me the strength to hold out. His cock reminded me of the grand prize.

My husband resisted, naturally, almost pleaded with me to come back early to bed or fool around early in the morning on weekends. At first, he was easy to refuse. I really was angry at him for skipping our appointment. I told him he had embarrassed me, even humiliated me in front of the doctor, which was all true. And then it was my time of the month, which effectively gave me a few extra days.

The last two weeks were the most difficult. I had to fight my natural instincts. I had to pretend I wasn't interested in having sex anymore. The worst part was that I really needed it, even if it was only my husband. Richard had made me horny as hell. It was as if his cock had injected me with some kind of drug. On some nights I was willing to fuck almost anything.

"What's the point?" I feigned disinterest instead. "When we know it won't work?"

Every time I rejected him, again and again, even when I could make out the upright bulge in his pajamas. It made me feel cheap, all the trickery and the lies. It was cruel, almost a mean thing for me to do. It felt like I was taking advantage of him, which I guess I was. It also went against everything I was raised to believe. A wife was supposed to keep her husband happy, or so my mother taught me when I was young. Plus, I have to admit, making him happy genuinely made me feel happy too, but lately I looked upon my husband more as the enemy. 

The last two weeks were the hardest for him too, especially the first evening I walked into the living room wearing the little black teddy, a negligee from a few years before. I didn't buy it. I didn't have to. My husband had actually purchased it himself, brought it back with him from some kind of business trip. He and a couple co-workers supposedly drove to some vendor who sold x-ray machines for inspecting industrial welds. I never really did understand any of the details, but I suspect they also went to an x-rated lingerie party along the way. He never admitted it, but I always suspected it, so I didn't wear the negligee much after that.

"Oh, this old thing," I now had an opportunity to turn the tables and use the teddy against him. "I just figured I might as well get some use out of it," I pretended to be unconcerned when I sat down on the sofa across from him.

He immediately came over and sat up close, put his arm around me, and acted all lovey-dovey to me. He even offered to change the channel away from the football game he was watching. A rare occurrence; perhaps the first time ever! I could tell he was horny. He was even hornier than me.

"No, that's all right," I first rejected his offer to change the channel and then further rejected his offer to come back early to bed. "I'd like to finish this chapter," I went right on reading my book instead.

I never did finish the chapter. I read the words, but that doesn't mean I finished it. They were just letters haphazardly arranged into sentences on a page. I couldn't keep my concentration. The story didn't make any sense. All I could think about was getting fucked. Even better, I wanted Richard to fuck me.

But as bad as I felt, I know he felt a lot worse. He was desperate, horny too, which I could tell by the way he kept glancing over to me and the negligee. I have to admit, my husband knows how to pick out sexy lingerie. The little black thing left little to the imagination. If worn in public, I would have been arrested for indecent exposure. Around the house, I worried about someone looking in through the window or come knocking at the front door. I'm sure my husband could make out the protrusion of my hard nipples. He maybe could even see their outline through the sheer fabric.

For the last week, I continued to wear the negligee every-other night to bed. The poor guy could hardly stand it. One time he even went to take a shower before coming to bed. A cold shower, I have no doubt. I could have used the equivalent of a cold shower myself. The negligee did little to relieve my own excitement.

In the end, I naturally rewarded him after he finally agreed to the treatment. Not right away, but the next night. I didn't want him to think I was trying to manipulate him, so I waited almost 24 hours more, the next night, and only after phoning Dr. Palin with the exciting news. The wait proved excruciating, especially after her receptionist, Jason, answered the phone. I nearly had an orgasm at the sound of his voice. I wondered if I might even get to experience him too, or maybe the doctor might choose him instead of Richard. The potential sex only served to heighten my arousal even more.

It wasn't much of a fuck. I mean my husband, of course, after I finally gave in. It was even quicker than usual. I'm sure part of the problem came from the fact I withheld it from him for so long. He was hot and horny, a lot more so than usual, desperate to get me naked and then stick his short length inside. It took only a few thrusts, and he was done. He left me feeling as if I had hardly participated.

A bigger part of the problem came from Richard and what he had done to me. Experiencing a man of such giant proportions made me appreciate how truly pathetic my own husband really was. I longed for a double orgasm, and then the sight of all that spurting cum as well. Plus, I couldn't help but wonder if part of it could have been a physical change in me. Specifically, I wondered if Richard's large size might have changed me down there, opened me up, stretched me down there so that sex with any normal-sized male would never feel as intense. Perhaps sex with my husband would never be the same again.

Whatever the reason and however I felt, my husband eventually gave his agreement. I quick made an appointment with Dr. Palin for later in the week. I would have made it sooner, like first thing the next morning, but I needed my husband to come along. I just hope he won't again change his mind at the last moment.

* * * * *

I almost let out a gasp when I see Richard sitting once again behind the reception counter. Memories immediately return of our previous encounter, of how he felt inside me, and then what I did to him in the end too. It makes me feel like such a whore, but a satisfied whore, and then a dirty little thought enters my mind. Well, not so little, I guess, for I imagine him sitting behind the desk without wearing any pants or shorts. I imagine him bottomless, fully exposed down there, greeting patients in a half-naked condition.

"Why don't you go have a seat," I quick regain my composure and step in front of my husband. "I'll check us in, and it looks like they're watching some game."

Two other men already sit in the reception area. It looks a lot like last time, except for some baseball game playing on a flat panel TV hanging on the wall. My husband immediately takes notice of the game. He willingly agrees with my idea.

I, meanwhile, can't help but wonder about the wives of the two men watching the game. Are they married? Did they bring wives along? Most important, I wonder what the wives might be experiencing only a short distance away.

"Hello there, Katie," Richard brings me out of my daydream.

"Hi," I weekly answer in return.

I smile at him, and he smiles back. His smile greatly calms me. It deadens the initial surprise; slows down my racing heart. It is as if the two of us share a great secret, a secret even my husband doesn't know. I suddenly feel close to him, like a close friend.

Stepping up to the counter, I lean over much the same way I did so many weeks ago. I do it without thinking. I suppose I also do it because I want to somehow give him a reward for how good he made me feel that day. Today I wear a summer dress. It comes down low in front, too low to be appropriate to wear to work. I put it on at home and after leaving work early to make it to the doctor's appointment on time. Leaning over the counter, I show him cleavage. I give him a reminder of what he saw so many weeks ago.

"I heard you got your husband to agree," He starts talking when I fail to say anything. "I can't wait."

I blush with embarrassment at his admission. "Me too," I whisper back, being careful not to let my husband overhear. Already he sits with the others. I hear the three of them joke around in the background, asking the score, and then criticizing the coach and then some of the players. It all sounds like typical guy stuff. I, meanwhile, occupy myself with a more interesting sport.

"I heard you would be cuming," Richard whispers back to me. I notice the way he pronounces the word too.

"I hope I do," I nod. "And you too."

In fact, I hope to make him cum again, just like last time. Memories of our previous encounter return. I can't wait to make him cum again, but then wonder if he will be the one the doctor selects for me. I certainly hope so. I wonder if I will get to choose.

"So that's your husband?" Richard looks past me to take a glance at the man sitting on the couch. "Seems like a decent enough guy."

"He is," I take a glance too. "He's a good husband, but just not able to, you know..." I let me words trail off.

Richard nods in understanding. Of course he knows. He knows all about my husband. I suspect the doctor told him all about my husband's inadequate size.

"Does he know?" He asks next.

"Know what?" I am momentarily confused.

"You know," He speaks as if I should already know what he talks about. "Does he know that we fucked?"

I jump with a start. "Not so loud," I warn. He says it in a whisper. There's no way my husband could overhear, not over the TV, but I can't help but worry anyway.

I also jump at what he reminds me of. What he speaks is true. We have fucked. And not just any fuck, but the best fuck of my life. I think of the orgasms, and then I think of the way he felt up my heavy boobs. I've fucked a man other than my husband, and now I'm talking to the man while my husband sits only a few feet away.

"I'll take that to mean a no," Richard accurately surmises.

"Of course he doesn't know," I assure him. "I would never tell him something like that."

"So I guess he doesn't know how I cummed all over you either," He asks in a softer voice. "Or the way you showed me your tits?"

His questions excite me. I let out a sigh as I recall the long jets of cum, my boobs in his hands, and then his giant cock pulsing in my hand. Memories return of his convulsing cock and the way it felt in my hand when he shot off. It would be a lot of fun to feel it again. I can't wait.

"He doesn't know yet," I answer a few seconds later and after recovering from the initial surprise. "But soon he will!"

Indeed, my husband will know. He will know I am being fucked by another man. He will even give me his permission. All he needs to do is tell the doctor.

"I'm glad you got him to agree," Richard turns to the computer and types something in. "I'll tell the doctor you are here. It should be about ten minutes."

* * * * *

She appears much the same as a week ago: smart business suit, glasses, and hair bunched up on the top of her head like a woman firmly in control. Richard first escorted us back to her office. I was actually disappointed when he stepped out into the reception area wearing clothes below the waist.

Dr. Palin walks in about a minute later carrying a notepad and a folder that I assume must contain our medical records. "I heard you made your decision," She goes direct to the point. No introductions. No greetings. She doesn't even shake our hands, but attacks the problem directly, as if too busy with her other patients to waste time with pleasantries. She asks what I so much want to ask my husband too.

"First, a few questions if you don't mind," He initially disappoints me.

I scarf at him, want to yell at him, but hold back. He told me he would agree to the procedure. I just want him to tell the doctor, but now he seems to have second thoughts.

"Of course," Dr. Palin seems unperturbed by his hesitation. She places the folder down on the desk and takes a seat down in her chair. "That's why I'm here! To answer questions from both of you," She turns to me as she says it, offering me the opportunity to ask questions too.

Predictably, my husband goes first. "I'm concerned about my wife's safety," He starts immediately. "Is there any chance of her being injured during any of these, as you call them, treatments?" He says the last word with distain, as if he doesn't fully believe it.

"Injured?" The Doctor almost laughs back. "Now why would she be injured? Have you ever heard of a woman being physically injured in the act of intercourse?"

"Well, um," My husband backtracks. He can't immediately think of an answer for this.

"If she was a virgin, maybe," The doctor answers the question for him. "But once a woman is opened, there is no longer any pain, even if she is opened wider and deeper than ever before."

Her words remind me of Richard and what he already did to me. Wider and deeper, yes, I already know.

"But she is a small woman," My husband regains his composure and points out. "I just thought, you know, a smaller woman could get injured, and she isn't accustomed to taking such large sizes."

He indirectly references his own small size, which I find interesting. It appears he has finally faced the facts. It took several weeks to do so, but now he appears to finally acknowledge his small size.

The Doctor assures us we don't need to worry about injury. The males performing the insemination procedure have extensive experience. Most have impregnated near a hundred women, some a lot more, and so far not a single woman has been injured.

Her mention of experience makes me wonder how much of this experience they might pass on to me. I think of all the new positions, and then am reminded of what I accidently saw the last time I came to her office, of the woman riding the male from above. Whatever male they choose for me will almost certainly be able to teach me new things, new positions I never tried before. I look forward to it. I wish my husband would just agree so I could experience it.

"So you see, her diminutive size won't make any difference," She concludes. "Even a petite woman can take ten or eleven inches of male flesh, and your wife isn't exactly petite. I would say she should be able to take about a foot-long appendage with little problem."

My eyes widen at her remark. A foot-long? Richard was plenty big enough. I have a hard time believing any guy could ever get that large, much less my own ability to take him inside.

"But if you are still worried," The Doctor adds in the next breath. "There is always the option of you being present during the procedure."

"What?" Both my husband and I simultaneously say the word. My husband present? During the procedure? This would mean my husband would have to watch. He would have to watch me getting fucked by another man.

"Now wait a minute," He thankfully rejects.

"Just a suggestion," The Doctor holds up her hands as if in surrender. "I'm often surprised by the number of husbands who get aroused by the idea of watching their wives. And a lot of wives don't mind being watched either," She laughs after she says it. 

I can't help but laugh along with her. The idea sounds ridiculous. I have a hard time imagining my husband in the same room with me. No way could he stand by and watch, not while I was having sex with another man. He normally gets jealous just when a guy comes up to me at a bar and starts making small talk. It's a good thing he wasn't around 5 weeks ago with Richard. He would have pulled the guy away. He probably would have tried to start a fight, maybe even killed him right there, or at least try to kill him after witnessing my orgasm, much less my second orgasm.

But then at the same time, a strange twinge of excitement rushes over me too. Having him witness my ecstasy at the cock of another man would certainly make him embarrassed, put him in his place. This shouldn't excite me, I know, but for some reason it does anyway. I don't know why. I can't explain it.

"Anything else you have questions about?" The Doctor asks before I can think about it too much. She looks at her watch as she asks it, gives the impression of a busy woman. She doesn't have all day to sit around and talk with us.

"And what about the frequency and number of these treatments?" My husband gets the hint and immediately takes her up on her offer. "You mentioned two weeks worth of treatments?"

"Actually, three weeks," She thankfully corrects him.

"Three weeks then," He accepts. "And you mentioned twice per day too. Isn't that a bit extreme? Wouldn't it be better to time it with, you know, her time?" He says it without actually saying it. He has always been hesitant to say it.

"You mean her menstrual period?" The Doctor must say it for him.

"Yes, that," he nods in response.

"Good question," She admits he has a good point, but then goes on to explain how she prefers to give her patients the best possible chance of getting pregnant, and the only way to do that is with repeated treatments. And unlike most medical treatments, the drugs to be used on me have few side effects. They aren't dangerous. They certainly are not addictive, so a large number of treatments will have no ill effects. She also reminds him of the fact we have already tried the slow and gradual approach. Now is the time to get serious.

"I want to inundate her with sperm," The doctor makes her opinion obvious. "I want it to be literally over-flowing out of her. I want your wife covered with spunk."

Her abrupt description reminds me of Richard and the way he really did cover me. Memories return of his spurting cock, and then of his abundant quantity. Afterwards I took a shower to clean up before I could get dressed again. Richard showed me the way to a small shower out the back door of the treatment room. I recall him also saying he couldn't wait to someday take a shower with me.

"Don't you want your wife to get the best possible treatment?" The Doctor concludes her point by throwing the question back in his lap. "Don't you want her to have the best possible chance of getting pregnant?"

"Yes, but," he can barely get it out.

"Isn't that why you are here?" Her imposing presence sounds above his meek objections. "Why else go through all this trouble? Why else have your wife go through the procedure at all?"

"It just seems a bit extreme," He finally gets out. "I expected only one time."

Dr. Palin almost laughs at his remark. "Few pregnancies occur after only a single act of intercourse. I'm afraid it almost always takes repeated attempts."

"But we don't even know if she is the problem," He regains his composure and takes a glance in my direction. "What if I am the problem? She could get pregnant after just one attempt. All the repeated treatments could be for nothing."




Natural Insemination Ch. 05



"You have a point," The doctor again agrees with him, but only initially, and then points out the error of his logic. She explains it to him by comparing my condition to something he can better relate to. She actually compares me to an automobile.

"Take a rough running engine," She uses as an example. "It could be caused by low octane fuel, but then maybe the fuel pump is about to fail, or maybe the engine has a partially clogged fuel injector. It could also be from a bad fuel line, charcoal canister, or maybe you have a bad plug."

Her knowledge of engine mechanics is impressive. Not that I would know, but my husband nods with her every remark. I can tell by his reaction that he understands perfectly.

"Medicine can be very much like engine mechanics, except we can't easily open the hood to take a look at the inner mechanics," She goes on to explain. "The problem could be a fuel line, for instance, which would be equivalent to a blocked tube in your scrotal sac. Would you want us to open the hood, so to speak, give you an operation to take a closer look?"

"Oh no!" My husband squirms in his chair in reaction to her proposal.

"Of course you wouldn't," She acknowledges his predictable response. "Thus you see the problem. Your wife's inability to conceive children could be caused by one of several potential problems. We could proceed in a very methodical method and eliminate one problem at a time, but this would take a long time, require several operations, and be very uncomfortable for both you and your wife. It would also involve some pain, for instance, if we operated on your scrotal sack."

Again he squirms in his chair.

"That is why I prefer a brute force approach," She sits back up in her chair to indicate the completion of her little speech. "My approach is safe, easy, and doesn't involve any pain on the part of anyone. It's also perfectly natural. It has a proven track record and is highly effective. The only uncomfortable aspect is the fact you must allow your wife to receive sexual intercourse from other men. That is, you must allow your wife to be fucked, in common language, to be repeatedly fucked by other men."

Her use of the more vulgar term gives me a start. I concentrate mostly on the word: fucked. I concentrate on it so hard that I miss the rest of what she tries to tell me. All I can think of is Richard and how good it felt when he fucked me harder and longer than I had ever been fucked before.

"Besides, what difference does it really matter if your wife has intercourse with just one man or with several?" The doctor goes on with her argument while I recall the experience with Richard.

"The first time is usually the hardest for the husband," She explains to him. "But soon it will seem almost second nature to you. You may have already met the two husbands out in the waiting room when you arrived?" She asks in the form of a question.

He silently nods his head.

"Well, their wives are receiving their treatment right now," She looks at her watch to check. "Actually, the first one should be about done by now, but in any case I hope you noticed how comfortable and normal they both behaved. Their masculinity was not affected. They were still watching sports on the TV. I believe they were watching the baseball playoffs."

"Well, yes," My husband agrees out loud.

"Several?" I quietly say at the same time. My eyes open wide. I belatedly understand her words. I say almost under my breath, too soft for them to notice.

"I guess you do have a point," My husband speaks over me. The two of them continue their conversation as though I never said anything at all. "I suppose I should just face the facts. I guess it would be all right if she went through with it."

Finally, he agrees. He finally gives his approval, but I hardly hear him.

"Several?" I question louder the second time. "Hold on! You said several," I look up to see Dr. Palin already standing up from her chair.

"Of course," She looks back down on me as if it should be obvious.

"But that means more than one?" I sit stupefied. "But that would mean, you know, more than one!" I say it with shock. Up until now I had assumed the doctor would simply pick out one of the men for me, but she suggests the "treatments" might actually come from different men. I can't believe the possibility.

"Why, of course!" She expresses in a matter-of-fact tone, as if it should be perfectly obvious to me. "There naturally will be more than one male performing the procedure. If there was only one, then the father of your eventual baby would be known, and that would lead to all sorts of problems with paternity lawsuits and whatever." She throws up her hand in exasperation. "Multiple males are a better option, as both of you must see.

I stop breathing. I hear the words but can't quite believe what she says. Not just one? Multiple males? The words echo in my brain. I suddenly realize I will be fucked by more than one man, by more than just Richard. That means Richard will almost certainly be one of the men to fuck me; probably Jason too. I look to my husband in an attempt to gage his reaction, but he doesn't appear to be particularly bothered by it. If anything, I sense relief from him.

"I suppose that would prevent any lasting relationships from forming," He says to my surprise.

"That too!" The doctor agrees with him. "The only relationships will be sexual. To your wife, the males will be nothing but tools. They will be objects for her to use. Pardon my abruptness, but they will be nothing more than cocks for her to use. She will use them for what they were intended to be used for, and then she will turn around and discard the men like she would a piece of trash."

I have a hard time breathing. Her words echo back and forth in my head: Tool? Object? Trash? Her choice of words excites me. They sound so arousing. I've heard them before, but only in relation to women. I've read about women who were sold into sexual bondage, who became pleasure slaves to rich sheiks or kings. Having the same term refer to a man sounds strange, especially to a man like Richard. He's so much stronger than me. He could easily throw me aside if he wanted. Richard could never be a slave, much less a pleasure slave to someone like me, yet at the same time he would be.

"We'll put your wife on a schedule where she receives treatment from a different male each day," The doctor speaks mostly to my husband. "That will make it more difficult to determine who the real father might be. Later on, if there is any particular male she likes more than the others, we'll put him on the schedule more often. Likewise, if there is any male she doesn't care for, anyone who maybe plays too rough for her taste, then we can take him off the schedule too."

I briefly consider DNA testing and then realize how ridiculous her reasoning sounds. If I really wanted to find out the real father of any potential child, then I would only need to order up a DNA test to find out, but thankfully my husband appears ignorant of this.

"I guess that makes sense," He stupidly agrees instead. He fails to notice the heat radiating off my body, the perspiration forming on my brow. He fails to comprehend the significance of what the Doctor tells us.

"Now I need to go on to see one more patient who should already be patiently waiting for me," She does a quick check of her watch once again. "Stop by the front desk to arrange the specifics. My receptionist will have a few medical release forms you will need to sign. He'll also assist you in the particulars, such as with scheduling. We may not be able to get you started right away, but I would expect in the next month or two."

Her mention of the receptionist gets me excited, but then the delay of a month or two disappoints. I was hoping to start now, like maybe even today, but then realize of course I will have to wait. I'm not her only patient. Her men are limited in how many sessions they can have in one day.

Before I realize it, she's already gone. I still sit in the chair, probably looking stupid, with my husband standing and ready to go. It has already taken longer than expected, and then I think of meeting with Richard once again before I have to go.

* * * * *

I am happy to see Richard once again sitting behind the counter when we walk back out into the reception area. The flat-screen television monitor continues to display the game. Only one of the husbands remains. The other must have finished, I realize, or rather his wife finished with her treatment. We've been talking to the doctor for a long while. I'm surprised both men haven't left by now.

"You want me to handle this?" I look to Richard and then to the television monitor. "There's probably not much for you to do anyway. I'll just see when they want me to start."

My husband hesitates. He looks to the counter to his right and then up to the game on his left. He looks as if he weighs a difficult decision.

I, meanwhile, hold my breath. I wait with anxious anticipation. Nervous thoughts come to mind. What if I let something slip in front of Richard? Or what if Richard mentions what we did? It could ruin all my plans. My husband could still change his mind. He could still drag me out of the office.

"If you still want to go through with it?" He eventually asks with a glimmer of doubt sounding in his voice. "Are you still sure about this?"

"I'm willing to give it a try," I force myself to act as if being fucked by a handsome young man with an oversized cock will be a great sacrifice. "I really don't think it will be so bad. The first time will be the worse, just like the doctor said, but then I'm sure it will get easier."

Actually, I hope it never gets any easier. I want it to always feel like the first time, the same way it did 5 weeks ago when Richard showed me what I was missing. Now I want to know what else I might have been missing, and then there are all those other men to show me more.

"I suppose she could be right," My husband eventually comes around. "How bad can it really be?"

He asks while looking at the one remaining husband still watching the game. The stranger watches intently, apparently not bothered at all by the fact his wife is getting fucked in one of the rooms behind us. This gives me an idea, and I decide to take advantage of it.

"He doesn't seem too concerned," I give my husband a nod and look in the same direction.

"You're right!" This makes him feel better. "It's probably too lake to back out anyway."

Indeed it is, but not for the reasons he suspects. It's too late because I've already been fucked. As he goes off to watch the useless baseball game, I turn to the counter and to the man who fucked me.

"Hello," I greet simply.

"Oh, hello," Richard looks up from his computer monitor to ask. "So, what's the verdict?"

He gets right to the point. I realize the doctor hasn't yet told him. In reply, I say nothing, only smile, and then lean forward over the counter in my low neckline blouse.

"Oh, I see," He understands my unspoken communication perfectly. "I can hardly wait," He says in little more than a whisper.

"Neither can I!" I agree, and then let out a sigh as I think what it will be like. Next time he won't need to pull out at the end. He will be able to unload inside me, fill me to capacity. The five weeks since our last sexual encounter seems like a year ago. I don't want to wait any longer.

"I suppose Dr. Palin asked you to stop by to arrange the details?" He composes himself before I do.

"Well, yes," I weakly reply.

"Then there's some legal forms you will need to fill out," He turns to a file cabinet and pulls out a folder's worth of papers. "Your husband too. Most are self explanatory. You can always call if you have any questions, or come by if you need any help in filling them out."

He smiles as he says this, letting me know I can come by any time with questions. I wonder if he might want me to come by for other reasons too.

"I also have a few questions for you," He gets out a second folder and opens it. It's the same type folder the doctor used on our first visit. "I need to know about your schedule so we can arrange the treatments."

He starts out asking a series of innocent questions about my work schedule, like when I start in the morning and when I come home at night. I work as a waitress, which makes my hours later than most. I normally leave at about 10:00 AM to serve the noon-day crowd, take my lunch break in the middle of the afternoon, and then come back at about 4:00 PM for the evening shift. He thinks this is perfect. The doctor prefers the "treatments" are evenly spaced, he tells me, twice per day, as close to 12 hours apart as possible.

"Now you can either come in here to the office, or we can come over to your house if it would make you feel more comfortable," He suggests the first treatment in the morning, at home, and just after my husband leaves for work. He says most of the female patients prefer it at home and around familiar settings. He thinks it best if my husband isn't around, at least at the start, and I think this is an excellent idea. The idea of a stranger coming over for the purpose of having sex sounds so dirty, but at the same time I am excited by the prospect.

"The evenings may be more difficult given your late working hours," He sounds more pessimistic about my second fuck of the day. "How about we arrange for you to first come in here to the office? You can come in after you get done with work. Later, you may want to arrange with your partners to meet them at their place or maybe even at your own home once your husband gets accustomed to the procedure."

I have a hard time imagining my husband ever getting accustomed to the idea of his wife getting fucked by another man. It will be difficult for me as well, the idea of going into our bedroom with another man while my husband sits in the next room.

"The office sounds good," I tell him my preference. I am tempted to go to the apartment or house of one of the men too, which makes me wonder how many men there will be.

"Exactly how many?" I interrupt his line of questioning with one of my own. "I mean, you know, for the treatments?"

"Didn't the doctor already tell you?" He questions back. "She wants the treatments to occur twice per day, for as many days as possible."

"Not that!" I shake my head and smile at the prospect of what I look forward to. "I mean how many men? How many different men will there be?"

"Oh, that!" He understands. "It will be partially up to you and what traits you desire most in a male."

He tells me the absolute minimum is five. The doctor insists on at least 5 different men, preferably in sequence, taking turns with a different man each time. More is preferred. He emphasizes the need to make it as difficult as possible to determine who the real father may be.

"And then of course you can request certain males for repeat sessions," He adds, seemingly speaking about himself. "Or if you want, you can request a total stranger if you're in the mood for someone new," He offers an equally erotic alternative possibility. "We have over fifty inseminators at the moment, so we have a wide variety. You just need to keep in mind that there are other patients besides yourself, and some of the males tend to be more in demand than others."

Fifty different men sounds like a lot. I could have a different man every night, but then I also wonder what causes the demand for some of the men to go up. I look across to Richard and wonder how much demand other women might have in him. I wonder about the demand for his long cock length, or maybe some of the patients simply like to watch him cum.

"What about you?" I can't help but ask.

"I'm sure it could be arranged," He seems to like this idea too. "I'm booked fairly regularly, but the doctor might want me to start. We already know each other. It would be more comfortable for you that way."

Indeed it would be! I can't wait to get started on him, but then I think of all the other women he must have started with too. A twinge of jealousy rises within me. It seems wrong to have sex with someone who has also been with so many other women, but then I think of the vast experience it gives him too. He could teach me so much. I could really learn from him.

"Now, back to your schedule," He soon returns to his questionnaire after our pleasant little diversion. "When was your last menstrual period?"

He asks an intensely personal question in a perfectly calm sort of way. It initially surprises me, the personal nature of his question, but then I realize the reason he asks it. He needs to know, of course, to properly time my treatment.

"About two weeks ago," I tell him after a short pause.

"I need a specific date," He wants more detail. "Do you remember which day of the week it ended?"

"A Sunday," I recall. "It was a Saturday night, and then Sunday morning I was clear."

It feels strange to be talking to a man about such intimate affairs. It would be different if he was a medical doctor. It certainly would be a lot less uncomfortable if not for the fact he already fucked me. He has no medical training. In fact, he will be the one to administer the medical treatment.

"Then we want to start your treatments on the 22ed," He looks at the calendar on the wall to figure it out.

The 22ed is over two weeks away, two whole weeks! I don't want to wait so long. I would rather get started sooner, like right away, like maybe in one of the back rooms right now. My husband is enjoying the game. He would hardly notice.

And then the news turns even worse. He types something into his computer and concludes I may need to wait another whole cycle because not enough men will be available. Something about not having enough resources, he says, which really means not having the men available to stick themselves inside me.

"I really don't want to have to wait that long," I attempt to get on the schedule sooner.

"Neither do I," He smiles back at me. "You were really something, you know. The best I had in a long time. I'll have to talk to the doctor and see if she can accommodate you sooner."

I blush with the compliment. It isn't a normal compliment; not a compliment a girl receives every day. I certainly hope the doctor will be able to accommodate me. Two weeks will be a long time, and then four additional weeks on top of it sounds close to forever. What if my husband changes his mind in the mean time? What if he backs out? I express my worries to Richard, looking back over my shoulder to check on my husband as I do so.

"Then I most certainly will do the best I can," He worries about my husband too. "But I can't give any promises, not right now. Perhaps I can arrange to come over for another warm up session, like your last one, maybe while your husband is away to work."

I think this is an excellent idea. I almost jump up and down with excitement. I want to cry out my desire for him. I hope he can come over as soon as possible, maybe even come over a couple of times.

"Now about your preferences," He turns the page and goes on with another list of questions.

"Preferences? I don't understand.

"Your preferences when it comes to sexual intercourse," He explains. "The doctor prefers to make the experience as pleasurable as possible, so she likes to choose partners who are physically attracted to each other. She wants the experience to be as erotic as possible."

He asks me about my preferences in men. Blond or brunette? Short or tall? Muscular or skinny? Even eye color. I find myself describing the man sitting in front of me. I describe my husband too. The two of them really aren't all that much different. The exception, of course, is where it counts the most.

"Size?" He eventually asks about that too.




Natural Insemination Ch. 05



"Excuse me?" I take a quick glance behind me to check on my husband once again. I'm pretty sure what he refers to, but I ask to make sure.

"Cock size," He clarifies more than necessary. "Do you prefer large cocks? Do you have a limit on size?"

I blush in response to such a personal question. "I don't know," I answer because I really don't have an answer for him. "I'm not experienced, you know, with different sizes," I admit shyly.

Richard had the biggest I ever experienced. I wonder about telling him this, but then figure he already knows. I am also reminded of how good it felt inside me. I want to ask about his size, about how long he might be, but I also am too bashful to come right out and ask it. A good girl doesn't ask such a question to a man.

"Then what about dildos and vibrators?" He asks the question in a different way. "Have you ever used a dildo or vibrator that was too big for you? Any size that felt uncomfortable?"

I shake my head, still embarrassed. No one has ever asked me such intensely personal questions before, especially questions about the toys I might use for sex. I feel too embarrassed to give him an answer. Sex toys have never been my thing.

"I don't really know," I admit after a long pause. "I've never tested out, you know, like different sizes."

"That would explain it," Richard smiles at my reaction. "That would explain why you were so tight."

My mouth opens. I am momentarily shocked by his words. He talks about how tight I was down there, about the tightness of my cunt. But then, of course, he would know, having experienced it firsthand.

"Please!" I turn even more embarrassed. "My husband," I glance over my shoulder to check on him again.

"What about him?" He looks along with me. My husband continues to sit and watch the game. He acts oblivious to the lurid conversation I am having with this near stranger.

"I told you already," I remind Richard in a whisper. "I never told him about our fuck."

I hear it again, but this time it comes out of my own lips. I say it without thinking. The word escapes before I realize it, not until after I say it. He has corrupted me. Somehow saying it myself makes it sound a lot more dirty; more erotic.

"I understand," He accepts my excuse. "But there is actually good reason why I'm asking you these questions. I don't want you to get hurt by a male who might be too big for you. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"Don't worry," I smile back at him. "It didn't feel uncomfortable with you." I think instead of how good it felt, especially the orgasms.

"That may be," He smiles back. "But the fact remains: you were tight. You've got a tight little pussy, tighter than you realize."

"Tight?" I say with wonder. "Really?"

"Really!" He confirms. "That tight cunt of yours was practically crushing my cock when I first shoved it up your hole."

I blush with embarrassment. I never realized! I never even thought about how it might have felt for him.

"It was a good thing you were so wet," He adds to further my embarrassment.

"And so were you," I remind him right back, thinking about his cum covered cock and the way my long fingers were able to slip up and down with such ease.

"Which is why I asked about the large sized dildos and vibrators," He seems hardly bothered by my lewd comments. "You're not used to size, I could tell. I want to make sure you don't get hurt when some of the males really go at it."

"Me too!" I don't want to get hurt either. He was already more intense than anyone else I have ever experienced. I wonder how much more intense it will get.

"Which is why the doctor may ask you to come by the office in advance of your treatments," He hints at what he has in store for me. "She may need you to come in early so we can work your cunt and loosen it out a bit."

My eyes open wide at his crude use of the word. It also excites me. I might not have to wait the two weeks.



Natural Insemination Ch. 06



Chapter 6: A Surprise Visit

(mast, dildo, stud, size, hung)

This is a continuation of the previous chapter of the story "Natural Insemination." It is recommended the chapters be read in sequence to properly describe the scene and introduce the characters. None of the characters are real, and this is purely a work of fiction with no basis in actual medical fact. Constructive comments and suggestions welcomed. 

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The doorbell rings a mere five minutes after my husband leaves for work. I go to answer it without thinking. I hardly consider who it might be. I mean, who else could it be at 6:30 in the morning? I figure my husband forgot his keys. Maybe the car refused to start.

"Good morning Katie," Richard surprises me instead.

I jump in astonishment, too shocked to say anything, and for a brief moment unable to accept what my eyes tell me. He seems almost as if a dream, like a figment of my imagination, and then I wonder if I could still be dreaming. I was on my way back to bed when the doorbell rang. Maybe I made it to bed and then fell asleep. I could be sleeping right now. What if I am having some incredibly vivid dream?

"Sorry to surprise you," His voice pulls me out of my stupor. He seems to recognize my bewilderment, and then apologizes for showing up so early. "I just thought it would be more exciting if I came over unannounced."

He proceeds to tell me how he comes to give a demonstration. My address he took from the office records, from one of the numerous forms I had to fill out before the doctor would even see me. He offers to show me what we talked about at the office, asks if I would be interested in a type of warm up session, of sorts, a little preview of what will be in store for me. He smiles as he says this, communicating some ulterior motive, and then holds up a briefcase as if to point it out to me.

"Oh, yea, all right," I stumble my words, unable to form coherent sentences, unable to even think straight. The sight of Richard standing just outside my own house seems surreal. I am reminded of what he did to me, how he made me feel. It feels wrong for him to show up at the same home as where I live with my husband, and then I look past him to confirm my husband really did leave for work. His car is gone. The driveway sits empty. Richard must have parked down the street, I deduce, and watched the house from the concealment of his car. He then came over as soon as he saw my husband back out the driveway and drive off down the street.

"Does that mean a yes?" He pulls me out of my temporary trance with a question. "Or is this a bad time?"

"No," I don't want him to leave. "I mean yes," I try to regain my composure. "What I mean is, why don't you come in?"

I suddenly consider the neighbors and wonder if any of them might be looking. What would they think of a handsome young man standing at my front door so early in the morning? Especially a man who walks up to the house so soon after my husband leaves for work?

Standing aside, I allow him in, and then again I notice the briefcase. It looks to be an oversized briefcase, almost a suitcase, the kind a professional businessman might take with him for an overnight stay at a hotel. I also notice his attire when he comes in: sweatpants and a collared shirt, the same outfit as the last time I saw him, and then even the time before that. It seems all he wears. He must have a limited wardrobe, but then he really has no need for any wardrobe at all. I think how quickly he pulled down the sweatpants in the exam room, and then think of what remains hidden underneath.

As for myself, I wear a robe over my pajamas. Not the negligee, but more mundane pajamas, the equivalent of an oversized T-shirt and a panty. The thick cotton of the robe covers everything of importance, but I still pull it tighter around me when he comes in. Why? I have no idea! It seems ludicrous considering what he has already seen, what he already did to me. But still, I do it anyway. I automatically do it out of habit.

"Can I get you anything?" I also say out of habit, just as I would for any friend or colleague who might come over to visit. "Maybe a coffee? How about some juice?" 

"If you have either orange or apple juice?" He accepts.

"Or breakfast?" I think to offer because of the early hour.

"I already ate," He steps over to the sofa. "But maybe later. It all depends how hungry you make me."

I smile at this potential double-meaning of his words. Perhaps I will make him hungry. I suspect he already is. He made me hungry by simply showing up at the front door.

"Then I'll get some orange juice for you," I excuse myself and head off into the kitchen.

My hands shake when I pour the juice. I'm excited, even overwhelmed. I can't believe my luck, and then wonder how much more luck I will have before the morning is out. My plan was to go back to bed after my husband left for work. I always try to grab about an hour or two of additional rest after I prepare his breakfast. My own job doesn't start until 10:00 AM, when we start to prepare for the noon lunch crowd, and I often work late into the evening. I seldom get a full 8 hours of sleep during any given weeknight. Ten minutes ago I felt tired, but now the handsome-looking man sitting in my living room keeps me full awake.

When I return, I find him sitting on the sofa, making himself at home. The briefcase lies on the coffee table in front. I already suspect what it contains. The thought comes to me when I walk back in. Thinking back to our last talk in the office and then to some of the hints he already provided, I hope it contains toys, that is, big girl toys.

"Here you go," I step over to hand him the juice.

"Thanks," He says a single word, takes a sip, and then pats the seat of the sofa beside him.

I obey like a robot. The sofa is small, designed for only two people. My thighs brush against him when I sit down, and it feels good. The briefcase remains closed before me. I'm curious about what it might contain inside. I'm also anxious. I feel like a little girl at her birthday party.

"I brought over a few models to demonstrate," He takes his time, takes two more sips of the juice, and then sets the glass down onto the table without saying another word. I notice he uses the coaster when he sets down the glass. Very considerate of him, I think to myself, and unusually neat for a guy.

"I hope you don't mind?" He speaks without a rush, as if he has all the time in the world. "I understand you don't need to be at work until 10:00 AM?"

I nod my head.

"Then we have over three hours," He looks at his watch and does a quick calculation. "We don't have to rush. We can take our time."

I wish to give him all the time he wants. I don't mind. I don't really have three hours either. There's still the time needed to take a shower and get ready and then also to make the drive, but I elect not to tell him this. I feel too excited to worry about such details. It feels exciting, even erotic to be sitting so close to such a strong and handsome young man, not to mention his ten inch long cock. 

"So what's in the case?" I turn my attention to the briefcase and point. I feel a lot more anxious than he acts. I am excited and want to get started.

"Just wait," He holds up his hand to slow me down. "First some bad news."

"Bad news?" I worry.

"We won't be able to get you into the schedule until the next cycle," He says with sympathy, like giving me the news of a close relative who recently died. He says I will have to wait through my next menstrual cycle, at least five more weeks before I can begin the treatments. The doctor has a large clientele, and there are only a set number of inseminators available to administer the treatment. The intense nature of the treatment means several males must be made available for each patient. "And us males have a limited supply," He says this as if a joke.

I smile and laugh, remembering the supply he demonstrated to me in the exam room. Actually, his supply seems close to unlimited. I'd like to see it demonstrated again.

"Which is why I came over myself to give you the news," He concludes. "And also why I brought over a few toys to make up for it."

And with that, he opens the briefcase to show me the largest collection of dildos and vibrators I have ever seen. They lay neatly aligned, like a mechanic's tool set, each with its own indention carved into a black protective foam. More dildos are strapped to the inside of the open cover. There must be at least a dozen in all, and then I do a quick count and come up with twenty. All look so very lifelike and large.

"Oh my!" I take a few seconds to react, sit back, and pull myself away from the erotic sight.

"This is a small collection," He continues after a long pause to allow me to take in the sight and comprehend what I see. "Here are samples for every occasion; for every mood, for every taste a woman may have. I brought a few samples I thought you might enjoy based on your last two visits."

I am reminded of my recent visits and all the personal questions he asked of me. I wonder especially about what he felt down there, how he described it, and what he told me about being tight. I think of the dildos and how they could be used to loosen me. Most of them look to be about his size. 

He picks one out and hands it to me.

"Big!" I say as soon as I touch it.

"Yes it is," He agrees. "And very lifelike, not only in appearance but in feel and texture as well, which I'm sure you can feel for yourself."

"Yes!" I feel exactly what he means. The texture is soft and pliable, just like a real cock. A real cock, that is, in its fully erect state. It even has a bulbous head at the end, again so real, and I feel protruding veins as well. My fingers run up and down its length, and then over the rimmed head too. I feel it and remember feeling Richard. I want to feel the real thing one more time.

"Nice, isn't it?" He breaks my concentration with his words. "You like it?"

"Very much!" I smile and say, and then I consider how good it will feel inside me, how much fun it will be to pump in and out. It will be sure to give me an orgasm in no time, perhaps several.

"Or perhaps you are more interested in some vibrational therapy," We exchange objects. His second example is of about the same size. It feels a lot heavier in my hands, which I guess to be due to the batteries contained within. It also appears more functional, more mechanical. No bulbous head. No veins. It is a simple metal cylinder, and then I notice the little switch at the far end.

"Can I turn it on?" I ask hesitantly.

"Feel free," He offers as though he is no more than a used car salesman letting me take a test drive.

"I think I will," I giggle and then flip the switch.

The object vibrates less than I expected. For some reason, I thought it might jump out of my hands, but then I suppose it doesn't need to vibrate by very much. Only a small amount of stimulation would be enough. A real cock wouldn't vibrate at all. 

"I've never used one of these before," I admit shyly as I hold it. "I was never much into, you know, toys."

"Then it's about time you started," He counters. "Most women find them to be highly erotic. They can give many long minutes of satisfying pleasure. Sometimes a woman can be almost obsessive about them."

I turn it back off. The instrument scares me. It also fascinates me, but mostly scares. I'm not sure if I really want to try it. I fear becoming obsessive, like he says, even addicted to it, like I already feel addicted to Richard.

He hands me a third example, this time going back to a dildo. It looks longer than the first one, and is slightly bent in the middle like a banana. He explains the bend is to give added stimulation. It allows the object to be turned and twisted inside. I don't know how this will feel, wondering if it might hurt, but then also anxious to find out.

"Are you interested in giving some of them a try?" He seems to read my mind and asks.

"Try?" I ask back. "I don't know." I turn shy while holding it. I want to, yes, but I also feel reluctant to try it with a man other than my husband in the room. It feels so dirty, so naughty, but then it also feels so tempting.

"Because I could give you a demonstration," He makes it even more tempting. "You could even try out several of them and compare."

I think of comparison shopping. Now he acts like a used car salesman, but a salesman who suggests I take a test drive of the newest models of the year. He could even be a shoe salesman suggesting I try walking in several pairs of shoes to see which one fits best.

I shake my head. "It's just that I never..." I am tempted but still feel unsure.

"Take your time," He expresses sympathy. "I don't want to rush you into doing anything you feel uncomfortable with. I will promise it won't hurt. I've had a lot of experience using them."

I have no doubt what he tells me is true. I imagine he's used every toy in the briefcase; some multiple times. I am tempted to use one of the dildos on myself, and then realize he offers to take charge and use them on me. He actually wants to push it in himself! First in, then back out, and then in and out all over again! It gives me a thrill, the thought of another man using me like that. I always kept my own dildo hidden from my husband. He's never suggested I ever try one.

"I couldn't!" I surprise myself when I say it. "I mean, this is all kind of sudden!" I realize the problem. It's still morning, not even 7:00 AM yet. He showed up at the front door unannounced, and then with the briefcase full of dildos and vibrators too. It's too much for me. I need a few minutes to settle down.

"That's all right," He takes the dildo back from me. I'm reluctant to let it go. He probably figures I want to keep it for myself. He can easily guess my intentions. I actually wish he would leave one of the toys behind so I could try it out in private after he leaves.

"Let me show you something completely different," Richard puts the curved dildo back in its place and hands me the next one in line. It's the biggest so far. Certainly thicker, and with a larger sized head and a hard rim around the mushroom too. It looks like it might even be larger than he is himself, almost too large to fit inside me, and then I notice the base is hollow.

"It's a cock extender," Richard tells me as I look at it. "Can you tell how it works?"

I look at the hole. My finger easily fits inside. I judge the depth, and it looks to go about half-way down, perhaps 5 inches. Suddenly, I understand!

"Oh my!" I say in surprise. I never before saw such a thing. I never knew such a toy even existed. He says "cock extender," and that's exactly what it is. The hole in the end is too large for my finger. It would be too large for him too, but looks just about right for my husband.

"I just thought you might find something like this to be useful," He suggests. "They are made in a wide variety of different sizes, and they can even be custom fitted if you choose. You might find it to be of use after what you told me about your husband."

He thinks correctly. I think of my husband using it, and then I think of what it would feel like to have him use it on me. It would certainly extend the length of his cock, and it would extend it a long ways too. Twice as long, I estimate, and it would make him a lot thicker too, maybe even thicker than Richard's natural self.

"I was thinking perhaps you would like to try out something like this instead," Richard suggests. "Maybe you would like a demonstration?"

It is tempting, but I have a hard time picturing my husband using such a device. Or rather, I easily imagine him using it on me, but have a hard time imagining him actually agreeing to put it on. He would first need to admit his small size. He would have to come face-to-face with reality and admit the fact he is too small for me. I have a hard time picturing him doing so.

"I don't know," I express doubt. "I don't think, you know, my husband would be willing."

"Your husband?" Richard asks back in the form of a question. "Actually, I was thinking I could demonstrate."

This confuses me for a second, but only for the briefest of seconds. Suddenly, I realize what he asks. I realize what he is offering. The handsome young stud sitting beside me is essentially offering me the use of his cock.

Before I have a chance to respond, he raises his hips off the sofa and pulls down his sweatpants. It is just like Dr. Palin's office all over again. He wears nothing underneath, and I suddenly find myself sitting next to a man bare around his waist.

"Oh my!" I instinctively cover my mouth and jump away. I also look around the room to check for anyone who might be looking. I look for a nosy neighbor peering through a window or someone innocently standing outside the sliding glass window. The curtains to the window stand open. So do the blinds we use to cover the sliding glass door at night. There is no one, of course, not so early in the morning, but I check anyway.

"So if you would like to see how it works," He spreads his arms across the back of the sofa as if to put himself on better display. He actually acts like he willingly offers himself to me.

I eventually turn my eyes down to take a look at him down there. His naked prick lies open and on display. Still limp, it extends down between his legs far enough to rest on the sofa. It extends down a lot farther than my husband's, even part way down to his knees, but at least it still points down. Already he looks almost too big for the extender. He looks about the same size as my husband, and then I realize him to be the perfect size to try the extender upon.

"Do you mean?" I hardly believe what he is offering. I can't even say what I want to ask.

"If you want," He lets me know I don't have to say it. He acts as if it is no big deal, like he might have already put the same offer before another woman just a few days ago.

"But do you want me to?" I look at the dildo, and then I look at his flaccid prick. I look back and forth between them, try to estimate his size, then try to estimate the size of the hole in the extender.

"I could show you how it works all by myself," He offers an alternative choice to me. "But I figure you would more enjoy it yourself, and some first-hand experience would actually be useful."

Indeed I would enjoy it, and indeed some first-hand experience would be useful. It might even be fun! It would be like slipping a rubber onto a guy, something I haven't done for many years. Richard's larger size would make it a lot more enjoyable. And not just a rubber, but a cock extender! I can't wait!

"Are you sure you wouldn't mind?" I am increasingly tempted.

"Go ahead if you want to," He appears to have no problem with me using it.

Again I look at the extender, and then I look down at his cock. I look back and forth, several times, and imagine myself doing it. His soft cock looks to be just about the right size to fit into the extender. It would be a lot of fun to put it on him.

"I guess I could," I try to sound reluctant while at the same time feel my heart race with anticipation. I smile and probably turn red with embarrassment too. Never before have I ever done such a thing. I never even imagined doing it!

"Then go ahead," He keeps offering. Still he acts like he is accustomed to women using the extender on him all the time, but I have no idea why any woman would ever need to use it on him.

"It's just that I've never used one of these before," I remain shy and reluctant. "You just might have to tell me if I am doing it right," I warn before I do anything at all.

"I'll walk you through it," He nicely smiles back. "But I have a good idea you will do just fine all on your own."




Natural Insemination Ch. 06



My embarrassment turns more acute. So does my excitement. Secretly, I think he is right. No way will I admit it, but use of the extender looks obvious enough. There is really only one way it possibly could be used.

"Just tell me if I do it wrong," I meekly reach down for him. "This is all new to me."

Actually, his cock isn't new to me, not exactly. I've handled it before. I recall stroking it off for him, but still, I feel reluctant. I carefully reach down and delicately take his sizeable piece of flesh with two fingers.

His prick feels a lot softer than last time. It feels more compliant too, easier to move. It feels a lot like my husbands when he is soft, but a lot heavier too. I can feel its weight with my fingers when I pull it up off the sofa. I lift the meaty tube so it sticks straight out of his body.

"Is this right?" I ask him before going on.

"You're doing it perfect," He assures me.

I notice his arms remain on the back of the couch, extended outward. He makes no move to get away, no move to escape from my grasp. I have a dirty little fantasy that he serves as my prisoner. If not my prisoner, then perhaps he will be my slave. I imagine myself with a harem of male slaves to do my bidding.

I hold his prick like this for several seconds before I realize I hold it long enough. It's time for the extender, so with my other hand I position it at the end. Slowly I insert the tip of his cock into the open hole. It fits nicely, perhaps a little tight, but it still goes in with little effort.

"Am I doing it right?" I ask a second time.

"You're a natural," He encourages me. "Are you sure you never used one of these before?"

"Positive!" I almost laugh at the suggestion. The thought of using such a device on my husband gives me a thrill. Having my husband use the device on me thrills me even more. It would certainly invigorate our sex life. I imagine it would give me an orgasm every time.

Slowly I slip it on, and then slowly I make sure to slip it all the way down to the base of his cock. I have to move my fingers to push him inside. The feeling of touching even more of his cock gives me a thrill. The last inch proves to be a tighter fit. The base of his cock appears slightly larger than the rest of the shaft, as well as it should. Just like the limb of a tree, it should be wider at the base.

A few seconds later, and I am done, and I find myself wishing it had taken a lot longer.

"That was fun!" I say with glee. Pulling away, I let go to admire my handiwork. The result makes him look like he has an erection. It points onto his stomach. I purposely point it in the direction his erection would normally point, so it extends high and long, perhaps even longer than his natural self, if that could even be possible. It also looks so real on him, especially with the way I have it pushed down on his entire length so I can just barely see where it extends over his natural cock. I can easily imagine it on my husband. It would look even more real on him; make my husband look a lot better. It would extend straight out if he could maintain an erection underneath.

"Think your husband would like it?" Richard seems to read my mind.

"I'm not sure if he would," I answer truthfully. "But I know I would!"

I giggle at my own admission. Of course I would like it, and then I think of what he could all do with it. I imagine him fucking me with it, driving his hips back and forth, and driving the dildo so far inside me. It really would go in a long ways. It might even go in further than Richard.

"But there's no way!" I come back to my senses and realize it impossible. "I don't think he would be willing to put it on. He's not the type, you know, to try something like this."

"Even if it increased your satisfaction?"

"Not even then," I shake my head in the negative. "He's too much the macho type. I don't think he would be willing."

"That's too bad," Richard actually seems to feel sorry for me. "Such a hot young wife! I'm surprised he wouldn't want to do everything he could to make you happy."

"Hot?" I pick up on one particular word.

"Of course you are!" He compliments me. "You're beautiful. Most guys would die to experience such a terrific body."

I blush with embarrassment. "You really think so?"

"Of course I do!" He says it like I should already know.

"You really think I'm hot?" I want to hear more.

"I think you're the hottest young woman to request the procedure in a long time," He compliments me with absolute sincerity. I can tell he means it. I hear it in the reflection of his voice.

"Then thank you," I think to thank him for the compliment. It's been a long time since someone told me I was beautiful. My husband occasionally says it. Not as much as he used to, but he still gives me the occasional compliment, especially if I wear something particularly provocative like the teddy from a few weeks ago. Most of his compliments, though, seem mostly aimed at getting me into bed. Hearing the same compliment from Richard, from another man, somehow makes it feel a lot more intense.

"Then tell me," I want to hear more. "What is it about me that you like the most?"

He goes on to compliment me on my slim figure, my pretty face, and my dark brown eyes. He says he especially likes my dark black hair; that he even likes it now when it is unkempt and looks like a mess, which reminds me of the fact it is still morning. I recall I haven't made up my hair yet; not even taken a shower. I look away feeling embarrassed, wanting to rush off to the backroom to make myself look pretty.

"And then of course you have a great pair of knockers," He says while I am looking away. He talks of my boobs, using the slang term for them. I usually don't like it when men call them knockers, but from Richard I don't mind at all.

"Yea, they are pretty big," I agree, glance down, and take a look for myself. My robe has come partially undone. I wear only the T-shirt underneath. No bra, just the T-shirt, which I'm sure he can notice for himself. Even I notice it. I see the indentation of my right nipple against the fabric, and then the natural swell of my braless figure pushing my boobs out and apart.

I probably blush with even more embarrassment. Briefly, I consider covering back up, pulling the sides of the robe back together again, but then realize he's already seen me naked. I recall the fact I took off the tiny bra just before I jerked him off the last time.

"I mean they're not just big," He says more. "But also so unusually young and firm. You really looked great the other day in Doctor Palin's attire."

Now I know for certain he can see me through the T-shirt. I also know how much he liked me in the skimpy bikini. The compliment makes me want to show more, so I open the robe to show myself off to him.

"I'm glad you like them," I slip the robe back off my shoulders and allow it to drop down on the couch behind me. At the same time I throw back my shoulders and attempt to push my chest out even more. A soft moan escapes his lips. I can tell he imagines what I hardly have hidden on the other side.

"You're husband should want to use the extender on you," He licks his lips when he looks at me. "He should want to do whatever he can to please you, to pleasure you, and to bring you the most fulfilling orgasms possible."

I notice the direction his eyes point when he says this, the way they are cast down. Down, that is, to my protruding chest. I'm sure he can full well see the indentations from my hard nipples. Even I can see them. I also feel them. They're over-sensitive. I feel the fabric of the t-shirt rub against them when I throw my shoulders back.

"I'm glad you like them," I say to break his stair. "Maybe I should buy a bikini just like Doctor Palin's and wear it to the beach some day."

This makes his eyes go wide. Another little moan escapes his lips. He imagines the scene, I'm sure, as I imagine it myself. I picture what it would be like to walk down the beach wearing the same string bikini from the doctor's office. Certainly the eyes of every young man would be looking at me when I pass. The eyes of their wives and girlfriends too, but looking at me in disgust, wondering why any young woman would wear such a provocative bikini in front of their supposedly faithful husbands. I've never worn a bikini in public, except perhaps as a little girl. Prodigious figured women like me don't normally wear bikinis, but it would be fun to someday see what it would be like.

"But before I do anything like that," I first come back down to reality. I recall the living room couch where I sit, the near-naked man sitting beside me, and then the extender he continues to wear.

"Perhaps I should take off this little contraption," I suggest. "Maybe I should let you get to work?" I ask in the form of a question.

Richard smiles back at my remark. "Maybe you better," He agrees. "It could cause damage if left on too long."

I don't want to damage him, and I certainly don't want to damage him down there, so I return to the extender to take it back off. I hold the rubbery tool in my hand and pull it off, but then it doesn't come off. It fails to slip off as easy as it went on. I pull harder, but still it doesn't come.

"It seems stuck," I complain, and then realize what the problem must be. The talk of my boobs and a bikini got him excited. He's grown underneath, become bigger.

"We seem to have a little problem," I inform him of my difficulty, and then immediately giggle as soon as I hear myself saying it. The problem isn't little, but in fact quite large. He's become large, I think to myself, inflated within the extender.

"You may have to pull harder," He counters with a suggestion. "Try giving it a firmer yank."

I like the idea of yanking on his cock, so I pull harder, but at the same time I don't want to hurt him. His hips lift partially off the couch when I pull, letting me know I pull hard enough. The dildo looks to be stuck solid, which naturally makes me think about how hard his cock must be inside. It also appears to have grown slightly longer. The dildo no longer presses against his stomach, but rises a few inches to display a few inches of his stalk at the base. This makes the artificial dildo look even longer, at least 12 inches in all. I like the pleasant sight it portrays.

"I don't want to hurt you," I can't help but smile at the predicament I find myself in. The extender seems to be stuck solid, and I can easily picture the part of him that must be stuck the most. I work on him for about a minute more, and then pause.

"You're doing fine," He tells me not to worry. I notice his arms remain extended. He makes no move to remove it himself. He probably could if he wanted to, but prefers to let me handle his cock instead.

I like this!

I go back to work on it some more. The cock extender eventually turns into a difficult puzzle, like a rubix cube of sorts, a difficult riddle for me to figure out. I make little progress, but take delight in the effort. I find myself enjoying the game. His cock is fun to play with, to move all around, and then I give a little twist. He doesn't like it when I twist. I can tell by his moan, so I am careful not to twist too far.

"It's just not coming off!" I complain again.

"You may have to squeeze it at the base," He eventually gives a suggestion to help. "And pull at the same time."

His suggestion seems to make sense. By squeezing the base of his cock, I should be able to make the rest of it deflate. He teaches me about his cock, and I am the serious student. More of his length appears at the bottom than before. Perhaps this is because I successfully pulled it part way off, or maybe his erection only increased in size.

His suggestion requires me to use both hands. I like the idea of using both hands on his cock. With one hand I continue to hold the dildo, and then with the other I form my fingers around the base.

"Like this?" I ask as I squeeze down on him.

"That's it," He encourages me. "Just squeeze harder and then wait a few seconds before you pull."

I have no trouble with the squeezing harder part, and then pull sooner than I should. With one hand I keep him on the couch, and with the other I pull hard on the extender. It starts to slip, slightly. I finally start to make some progress.

I continue to work his cock like this. If anything, it turns even harder when I use both hands, which I suppose should be expected. Its long length squeezes tight into the extender and makes it even longer.

Finally it starts to slip, but I purposely do not let it slip off all the way. I'm having fun. It feels good to play with his cock. I don't want it to end just yet. So I relax my grip on his base, allow his cock to inflate again, and the dildo once again becomes stuck.

"You almost had it," He complains.

"I thought I did have it!" I act like an innocent young woman who doesn't know what she is doing. "Your cock is just too damn big!" I surprise myself when I say it.

At the same time, I pause for a moment to admire the impressive sight before me. Ten artificial inches on top and then about another five real inches exposed at the bottom. His cock is already long, but with the extender it appears positively monstrous. It's like the cock of some deformed monster, and I love it!

"You should really take it off," He suggests with some concern. I realize I've been staring. I fantasize about the possibility of such a huge cock trying to fuck me. All it could do is try. No way could any woman take such a long length.

"Oh, yea, I guess you're right," I eventually come back down to reality. "Just let me get at a better angle."

So far, we've both been sitting. I've been reaching out to him while both of us remained sitting on the couch. Eventually, I decide it would be more fun if I was kneeling on the floor; kneeling, that is, between his open legs. He nicely takes the hint and spreads open his legs. He already had them spread, but now spreads them more when I kneel between.

With both hands, I go back to work on his cock some more. With one hand I squeeze the base. With the other, I pull on the dildo. I pull on his cock harder, pulling his waist further up and off the sofa. I pretend to pull harder than what I really do. It takes about two minutes more, and then it suddenly comes off.

And then it starts to pre-cum.

Oh my!" I watch it pre-cum. I also watch it harden the rest of the way. My fingers around the base prevented him from getting a full boner. I suppose the cock extender did as well. But now with nothing to get in the way, it behaves like a cock is supposed to behave. It starts at what must be seven or eight inches in length, and then it quickly inflates to his full ten inches. At the same time, it pre-cumms some more.

"Oh my!" I say with a start as I watch more of the thick liquid gurgle up and out of the head of his cock. With one hand I continue to lightly hold the base. With a single finger, I push it from the back. This makes it point straight up into the air and the pre-cum to droll over itself.

"Are you sure you are all right?" I eventually ask of him.

"I'm fine," He assures me.

"But what about your cock?" I continue to hold it so the long tube of man-flesh points straight up and out of his body. "I hope I didn't hurt it. I certainly don't want to damage it."

He assures me that his cock has endured a lot more abuse than what I just subjected it to, which makes me wonder what kind of abuse some of his other patients must have dished out. I wonder if they slapped it, maybe bounced it, and moved the thing all around. I wonder what all else I might be able to do to his oversized cock, and I can't wait to find out.

"Are you sure?" I say with mock concern. "Maybe I should check it out," I tease. "Maybe I should make sure it continues to, you know, function properly."

I let out a little laugh as I say this.

He gives a pleasant smile back.

"I certainly don't want to affect your ability..." I start to say but then don't know how to say it.

"No you don't," He agrees. He knows exactly what I am talking about.

"So maybe I better..." I start to say more, but then allow my hand to do all the talking for me. I grip his cock tight in my fist and give it a stroke.

"Oh!" He lets out in a moan.

I stroke it again. All the way up its impressive length, and then all the way back down again. I'm impressed by how far I have to stroke. I can only hold about one-third of its length in my hand at any one time, and then I make sure to go up and over the bulbous head to stroke that too. More of the pre-cum oozes out when I go over the head. It squeezes between my fingers. It makes his cock feel as slippery as ice. I like the feeling, so I keep on stroking.

Richard leans back and allows me to stroke on him. His head arches back. His arms remain outstretched. He sits low on my couch, almost lays down on it. It makes me think of the bed in the next room and other things I would like to do with him there. I suppose he isn't used to women stroking on his cock, being he is always so busy fucking instead. He certainly doesn't need to stroke it himself. I wonder if he ever does, but then figure he can easily find some young woman to do it for him instead, someone like me.

"Sure you want to keep doing that?" He questions about five minutes later and as if reading my mind. He seems to know about the bed, knows what I am thinking. I also notice he has some difficulty talking. I can tell I am having an effect on him, an effect I greatly enjoy, and then think about the effect I would like to have too.

"Does that mean you want me to stop?" I question as I go right on and continue my slow stroking action.

"I was just thinking," He speaks almost out of breath, like he's been running. "What about the briefcase?"

My hand suddenly stops. I hold his cock half-way up the shaft to stop and think about it. Yes, the briefcase! I think of what it contains inside, and then how they will make me feel.

"Oh yea!" I suddenly let go. His cock springs back. I realize I've been pulling on it, pulling it down and straight out so I could enjoy it more. When I let go, it gives a pleasant little slap when it hits his stomach. I like the sound and want to hear it some more, perhaps later, like in the bed.

"There is that little demonstration you wanted to give me," I can't help but laugh when I say it.

* * * * *

An hour later, I am amazed how so little movement produces such an intense response within me, but then I never used a vibrator on myself before. A dildo yes, but never a vibrator, and I certainly never had one used on me by a man who was such an accomplished expert with the tool. Richard knows how to use the thing. I can tell he's used it before, many times, and on many different women. He seems to plunge it in at just the right speed, holds it there, and then slowly pulls it nearly all the way out again. He keeps varying his timing and changes the severity of the plunge. I never know what to expect. Shrieks of delight escape my lips whenever he does it especially fast.

"Oh yes!" I soon throw back my head and cry out in a loud moan. It starts to come over me again, a second time. I reach one hand behind me and grab the end of the table. The other takes a firmer hold of his long, slick cock. He stands alongside me at the table. So does his cock, standing firm and upright, upright at an angle, jabbed up towards the ceiling like a rocket getting ready to launch. Hard too! I think it's actually grown since the last time, if that could even be possible.

Richard works one tool while I work another. My tight fist easily slips along the well lubricated tube of male flesh. I have to stroke up and down such a long distance, and I've been stroking on him for a long time. His staying power is impressive. Any other man would have shot off a long time ago.




Natural Insemination Ch. 06



My first orgasm came a lot quicker. It happened soon after he plunged in the oversized dildo. I'm sure the cock extender had something to do with it too, and all the effort it took me to get it off.

After the extender, he didn't take me back into the bedroom like I had expected, but instead to the kitchen table.

"Really?" I looked at the table and then back to Richard. I didn't fully understand when he first suggested it. The bed would have been more comfortable. It certainly would have been a lot more normal, but then Richard didn't much care about normal sex. He was into the exotic, the profound.

"It looks sturdy enough," He stepped up, grasped the end of the table with two strong hands, and gave it a shake as if attempting to see how much force it might take to break it apart. It moved just a little. Four stout legs held it in place. It also turned out to be just the right size. In fact, as I soon discovered, it very much resembled the doctor's exam table: A short table, large enough to lay my back upon, but not enough for my legs. I expressed reluctance when he first suggested it, but also felt excited to try something different.

"Can I assume your husband limits himself to the bed?" Richard initially asked. He first asked while I was still clothed. I noticed how he gave me the option.

"Actually, no," I reluctantly admitted to some of our more decadent sexual practices. Not always the bed, but also in the shower, living room, and a few times in the back seat of the car, but all that was mostly back when we were dating or when we were still newlyweds. The novelty quickly wore off. It's been years since we practiced sex on anything other than the bed.

"Then it's about time you broadened your horizons," Richard said almost in a laugh, and then he suddenly lifted me up and sat me down on the edge of the table. He did it fast, so fast I hardly had time to react. I let out a screech of delight at the feeling of his strong hands wrapped around my thighs, and then his strong arms as he lifted me up into the air like I was no more than a rag doll.

"You just sit back and relax," He instructed me to lie down and let the expert do his work."

I let out another yelp when his hands reached up and under my oversized T-shirt to pull down my panty. I turned temporarily shy when he first pulled it off, reluctant to allow him to undress me, but then I recalled the fact he already saw me down there, even experienced me inside. The panties slipped down my legs almost before I realized he had taken it off.

He then briefly left to go retrieve the briefcase still sitting on the coffee table. I watched out the corner of my eye, my heart racing, and with my breathing coming in anxious gasps. My back lay flat down on the table. My legs dangled off the far side. My vision limited, I still noticed the open drapes on the kitchen window and then the open blinds on the sliding glass door in the next room as well. Daylight outside. Anybody roaming around in the backyard would easily be able to see me. It made me feel dirty, maybe even a little naughty to be so exposed. The feeling served to excite me even more.

A few minutes later Richard returned shirtless and naked. The open drapes and blinds might have invigorated him too. His strong muscles showed full on display, his chiseled chest a sight to behold. And in the middle of it all stood his upright cock, a cock of such giant proportions.

He initially set the case down on the kitchen counter and fished around inside. He stood in front of it. His back faced me so I couldn't see what he selected. He refused to show me, I'm sure on purpose, electing for me to experience it instead.

"Let's start with something on the small side," He stated just before he used it on me. "We'll work our way up to the big boys."

And with that, I felt the smooth head of the object push itself inside. I automatically opened my legs to accommodate it. I also lifted them up, again on automatic, to give him better access to my pussy. The head of the thing didn't feel small at all, but actually quite large. It also felt smooth, like perhaps he had put some kind of lubrication on the thing before pressing it in. It also felt good, not as good as his own cock would have felt, but so much more intense than I ever experienced with my husband. It also felt good because he was using it on me, another man, and a man other than my husband. Never before had I allowed another man to use a dildo on me. My husband doesn't even know about the one hidden up in the attic. I told this to Richard, to which he took little interest.

"Let's first see how deep you are," He instead suggested after the first few strokes. He was more interested in his work. He was more interested in me down there, studying my pussy, performing a type of experiment.

"Oh!" I cried out in a loud moan when he seemed to push it in as deep as it could go.

"Eleven and a quarter," He let me know after taking it back out and taking a measurement where his finger marked how deep the dildo had been inside me.

I looked at it too, and was impressed. From where he positioned his finger on the side of the dildo, it was difficult to believe how much of it I had taken. No wonder the Doctor said my husband was too small. He had used less than half my hole.

"Very impressive," Richard looked at it impressed as well. "There should hardly be any limit on who you can take."

I focused on one particular word: "hardly." What did he mean, "hardly?" Could some of the men be even larger than my eleven-and-one-quarter? Was it possible for any man to be so big?

As I considered this, he plunged the dildo back in. He did it in one, swift move, all the way in, all the way to my full depth.

"Ah!" I lifted my hips and cried out in shock.

And then he went back to plunging it in and out of me a lot more. He fucked me with the dildo, and he fucked me hard.

* * * * *

The first orgasm rushed upon me soon after, and now I start to feel a second. It's like the doctor's exam room all over again. Not just one, but two orgasms, one right after another. The first came at the hand of the dildo. Now the second comes over me with his use of the vibrator.

Richard stands to my side as I lay on the kitchen table naked and drenched in my own sweat. He's been at it for a long time. I don't know how long. Time escapes me. I might already be late for work, but don't care. As for my legs, I hold them up high and spread them apart. The soles of my feet rest on the table, my back partially lifts up and off as he works the vibrator into me. I can't help but lift up my ass every time he plunges it inside. Perhaps that is why the table first captured his attention.

He occasionally gives me an extra little thrill when he reaches out to play with one of my tits too. I especially like it when he runs his fingers over my hard nipples. The T-shirt is bunched up near my neck, both tits on full display. He seems to like my tits, but then every guy seems to like a big pair of tits. I also want to give him the opportunity to play, that is, upon my generous mounds.

"Oh yes!" I let him know when it approaches. "Oh wow! You're so good!"

I also let him know how I feel with the use of my hand. I continue to stroke him. His cock literally drips with pre-cum. It oozes out between my fingers. He has no need to use anything artificial, nothing to lube up this one. He comes equipped in more ways than just his size. The closer I get to orgasm, the faster I stroke his giant cock. I also squeeze down on it. The squeeze comes as a natural reaction to what he is doing to me inside. I work on his cock as if I want it to cum.

"I'm gunna cum again," The feeling hits me a second time. I raise my legs. I arch my back. My eyes go as if to the back of my head.

"So am I," I hear from somewhere seemingly far away. I hardly hear him at all, so entranced by my own orgasm to give him much notice, but then I feel it. I feel his cock throb in my hand. Just as my own orgasm takes me over, I feel his cock stiffen and throb.

A moment later I feel it. Not just my own orgasm, but then the result of his too. I feel it splatter across my naked body. I don't actually see it, being too caught up in my own heat and pleasure to take notice, but I clearly feel the thick, warm liquid splatter over my chest and stomach. I hear it too. First his grunt, and then a few seconds later the sound of the splatter. There's also that masculine smell, the smell of cum.

The intensity of my own orgasm multiplies as a result. I actually feel my own cunt shutter, or perhaps it comes from the vibrations of the tool. I can't tell, not exactly, but it feels so good. it hits with more intensity than the first, and then I look up to see his cock shoot out a second large load. The first sailed mostly over me. This time more of it falls upon my naked body. I purposely aim his tool high so to make sure he sprays me.

The feeling of his cum serves to intensify my own orgasm. My pussy contracts again. He smartly holds the vibrator at the entrance and teases it inside.

"Oh, that's good!" I continue to be impressed by both his technique with the vibrator and the quantity of his cum. I never knew a guy could cum so much. Even as my own orgasm begins to wane, his cock shoots forward one and then another giant load. They land mostly on my stomach and chest. Four strings of his thick, white goo lay across me like pearl necklaces. His cock seems to cum even more than the time he fucked me.

"Come closer," I pull on his cock while the vibrator continues to work its way into my quivering cunt. I pull him closer to me, pull down on his long cock, and pull it closer to my head. At the same time, I lift up my head and go to him.

"No!" He lets out an almost imperceptible moan as I taste him.

I do it on a whim, not even thinking about it. I just know how extra sensitive the head of his cock will be just after an ejaculation. He tries to pull away, attempts to escape my grasp, but I hold him tight. I squeeze down tight and attempt to pull him closer. My tongue twirls over his smooth cock head. He attempts to jerk away, but I don't let him.

"Mmmm," I instead say at the taste of him. He shoots some more into my mouth. Not a lot, but I can tell. Not like the first four times, but I clearly taste him. It's been a long time since I engaged in oral sex. I never much liked it. I never liked the taste of it, but for some reason find Richard thrilling. I find myself actually liking it. I especially notice the way I have to stretch my mouth open wide in order to get him to fit, wider than I ever had to open before. It makes me appreciate how much he had to stretch me down there too.

"Sorry about that," I pull away and then let go of him a minute later. "But you just looked so damn taste!"

I notice the vibrator has stopped too. The shock of my action caused him to stop. He pulled it out, leaving me empty. He nearly drops to the floor, as if exhausted when I let him go.



Natural Insemination



"That's why here at the reproductive clinic," Doctor Palin goes on. "...we make sure to practice natural insemination only with the largest of males who can produce the most intense sexual stimulation within the female."

My eyes nearly pop out of my head. I want to jump up in shock. My mouth opens wide. I can't quite believe what I just heard. It's like tearing the wrapping off a birthday present and being surprised by a diamond ring inside.

"And when I mean large," She goes on to describe. "I'm talking about large both in length as well as girth, able to easily penetrate the full length into any female, essentially the equivalent of a double-D size male."

I hardly hear the rest of what she has to say. I remain in shock. My mouth probably stays open as well. Her words about a "double-D sized male" strike me particularly hard, like someone giving me a slap across the face. I never realized there could be such a variety between males, not down there, and then I naturally wonder what dimensions a male would have to measure to achieve a double-D rating.

It takes several seconds to bring myself back down to reality. I attempt to get hold of myself, rest my feet back upon solid ground, even close my mouth back up and not look so intensely interested. I realize I must resemble some wanton slut, like some oversexed young woman at her first bachelorette party. That's certainly how I feel, and then I hope my husband hasn't notice.

From the person sitting in the chair beside me, I can tell he has a hard time believing it too. I hear him stir. He looks uncomfortable, and well he should be. Any husband would naturally be very much disturbed by what the doctor just said. When he eventually does speak, it comes out as a convoluted "Well, um." A rare loss for words for him! It appears he has a hard time believing it as well.

"We have several natural inseminators who would be more than capable of helping in this regard," Doctor Palin continues as if having given the same speech a thousand times before and accustomed to getting the same reaction from every married couple she has ever told. "Perhaps if I could introduce you to one of them, then give you time to think about it?" She suggests.

Although I hear her question, I cannot answer. My brain remains locked on the first part of her conclusion. "Double D sized males," I keep thinking to myself. And then what she said about girth as well as depth. The words resonate inside me like a cymbal, echoing back and forth within the limited confines of my head. They pull for my attention, pulling me out of the room and far away from her offer.

"Just hold on!" My husband recovers before me. "Natural inseminators? What exactly do you mean by this?"

I wonder too, although I already know. I know exactly what she means because my husband explained it to me. I had a difficult time believing him at first, a difficult time believing such a clinic might actually exist, but it was part of the reason why I agreed to come along.

"I'm talking about males," Doctor Palin answers simply. "We're discussing the possibility of human males impregnating your wife! Isn't that why you are here?" 

Having it confirmed makes my heart jump. Actual human males, other than my husband to aid in my pregnancy. The thought delights me. It delighted me right after my husband first mentioned it -- after I got over the initial shock, that is. It brought further delight when I saw the handsome young male receptionist behind the desk when we first walked in, and then the two male nurses who assisted with the other patients. All were tall, dark, handsome, and with enough muscles to play quarterback for a college football team. In fact, they all looked like they were still in college.

"Well, yes, of course!" My husband answers with some difficulty, like he is in a trap, trapped by his own words. "It's just that, until now..."

"Are you saying this bothers you?" Doctor Palin questions. "If it does, then perhaps you shouldn't be here, but I did explain it to you over the phone. I clearly explained the procedure is totally natural. It will require your wife to be impregnated by natural methods."

"Of course," My husband nods.

"And the only natural method of impregnation is through sexual intercourse," She goes on to explain it even more directly. "Our procedure will require your wife to be, as they like to say on the street, to be fucked by another man."

Her use of the word makes me jump. Hearing it come from a doctor, a professional makes it no less so. Whoever says it, the word carries precisely the same meaning.

"Sorry for being so direct," The Doctor apologizes before either of us have a chance to object. "But that is what the general populous most commonly calls it: fucking. For your wife to get pregnant by natural means, she will have to be fucked by another man."

Again she uses the word, and then yet again, and she's right! For me to get pregnant, I will have to be fucked. My imagination instantly leaps to the receptionist and then to the handsome young men I already encountered. A split second later I recall her words about size. The thought makes my eyes go wide. My body stiffens in the chair.

"If you have a problem with this, I suggest you leave right now before you waste any more of my valuable time," Doctor Palin speaks through my disturbing yet very pleasant thoughts. Her tone turns more serious, almost condescending to my husband. The folder before is tossed aside. She pushes her chair back away from her desk and starts to get up.

"I never said I wouldn't consider it!" My husband holds his own. He raises the palms of his hands like a fighter defending himself from a possible right hook. "It's just that I'm thinking more of my wife. She needs time to consider it. We both do."

Doctor Palin stops in mid-rise. She is hunched over at her desk, with her hands on the arm rests, caught half-way between sitting and standing. Leaning forward, her blouse opens and displays the upper portion of her breasts, a fact my husband must certainly notice.

"Perhaps I misunderstood you," She pauses several seconds more before sitting back down. "You'll have to excuse me," She apologizes. "It's just that I encounter a large number of insecure men in my line of work, men who are not strong enough in their relationships with their wives to appreciate a perfectly viable medical procedure."

My husband sits up proudly in his chair as if to announce his own security.

"They somehow feel intimidated, even insulted by the idea of their wives undergoing a treatment where the male sperm is ejected by totally natural methods into their wife. I dare say, some can't help but have some ridiculous assertion that their wives are cheating on them, like they are having an extramarital affair," She proposes the idea and then laughs at it. "I mean an extramarital affair! Really! Over a medical procedure? And in this day and age! Such men remind me of cave dwelling Neanderthals."

My husband laughs along with her. So do I. I can't help it. The laughter is contagious. It does make some men sound barbaric, yet at the same time...

At the same time, I can't help but feel excited by it. One of her words in particular wedges itself in my mind: "eject." Yes indeed, another man will need to eject for the procedure to work. Eject, that is, in the form of an ejaculation. He won't be wearing a rubber, of course, because that would negate the whole purpose of the procedure. He will have to insert himself into me in the bare, raw, with nothing to get in the way of me feeling every inch of him. I'm sure he won't be wearing anything else either, the thought of which sends a pleasurable wave of ecstasy through my body.

"I hope you see the point I am trying to make," Doctor Palin addresses my husband directly.

"Oh, I do!" He agrees.

"And can I assume you are not one of those types of men?"

"I am not," He assures her with confidence.

"Good then," The smile on her face returns. She picks our file back up from the side of her desk. "The next step in the procedure is to introduce you to one of our professional inseminators, if you wish?" She asks and then lets the question hang in mid-air like bait from a fishing hook.

My husband looks at me.

I look back between him and the doctor. We both know what this means. It means she wants to introduce me to one of the men who might be inseminating me, that is, to one of the men who very possibly will be fucking my brains out. I can't wait to find out what he looks like, how handsome he might be, his age, height, and everything else about him.

"I guess that would be the logical next step," My husband concludes as my mind swirls with delight. "If you are still willing to go on with it?" He looks at me to question.

I nod my head, trying not to nod it too violently. "As long as we drove all the way hear and took the time off from work," I attempt to sound disinterested. "We might as well."

Doctor Palin immediately picks up her phone and asks the person on the other end to send "Jason" into the office. She says his name only after giving me a careful look over. It is as if she tries to guess my interest, check which type of man I will find most stimulating. Tall or short? Blond or brunette? Muscular or skinny? I find myself waiting with anxious anticipation for whomever she selected.

"You'll like Jason," She assures me after she hangs up. "Very professional. Rather creative, although he can be a bit rough."

Her warning comes in little more than a whisper. She places her hand on the side of her mouth to direct her words only to me. They intrigue me: first creative and then rough. I wonder if she refers to sex, the act of sexual intercourse. Creative and rough would be interesting. I wonder how rough he might be.

"What was that?" My husband wants to know. Although he sits right beside me, he apparently didn't hear. Or perhaps he did hear but refused to listen.

"Nothing," Doctor Palin assures him. "Perhaps your wife will explain after she completes the procedure."

Just then he walks in. I gasp at the sight. All my reservations evaporate as soon as I see him. A handsome man, shirtless and barefoot, wearing only sweat pants. His chest appears like a fine sculpture. His face handsome and proud. He walks in through the back door of her office and stands up along side the desk of the doctor.

"This is Jason," Doctor Palin introduces. "He's one of the inseminators here at the clinic."

"Wait a minute," My husband immediately rejects. He sees it too, I can tell. The fine lines, the bulging muscles. Perhaps he notices the interest in my eyes too, my attraction to this stranger. I can't be sure, but fear I may have let out an audible gasp.

"What's wrong?" I feign disinterest and ask my husband in an attempt to discharge any damage I may have already done.

"Is there a problem?" Doctor Palin asks him the same question. "Isn't he what you expected?"

My husband sits speechless, taking several seconds to answer. "His age!" He finally raises his first objection. The tone of his voice expresses worry.

Yes, there is his age too. I notice it as well! Jason looks young, very young, hardly of legal age. He could be ten years my junior. I have never been with a younger man; never even dated a man younger than myself, and this one looks young enough to be my son. The potential vitality and energy of such a young man intrigues me.

"What did you expect, a fifty-year-old man?" Doctor Palin almost laughs at him. "The clinic wishes to provide the best possible chance for your wife to achieve a successful pregnancy," She speaks as if it should be obvious to him. "Don't you want to give your wife the maximum possible chance?"

"Well, yes," My husband stupidly agrees.

"Then we naturally need to utilize young men," Doctor Palin concludes for him. "Young men have more energy, more vitality. They can perform the procedure for longer periods of time, and can recover more quickly between procedures."

He certainly does look young and with great energy. I wonder how young. Early twenties, at the most. He might only be eighteen or nineteen.

"If this bothers you," The Doctor repeats the same argument from only a few minutes before. "Then perhaps the procedure is not right for you. You need to remember we will be conducting a medical procedure here. It is not as if your wife will be having an illicit affair with this young man."

Her suggestion sounds stimulating: An illicit affair! I wouldn't mind having an affair, at least in my imagination. I imagine meeting Jason at the table in the restaurant where I work. He could be a young man on a long business trip. We would get to talking, get to know each other, and then I could let him take me to his hotel room next door. My husband would never know. He couldn't imagine me capable of such mischievous behavior.

"I know! I know!" My husband weakly accepts. "I guess I was just surprised at his age."

"Then I should probably also warn you, as long as we are on the subject," The Doctor continues as if she never heard him. "Although Jason will technically be conducting a medical procedure on your wife, he will also be providing her with a certain amount of pleasure and enjoyment. This is part of the experience, as you should already know, so I should only be telling you the obvious."

"Well, yes," My husband accepts with hesitance.

I take a hard swallow and accept it too. It is the main reason I agreed to come in for the appointment. Looking at Jason, I believe I will be experiencing a large amount of pleasure. I am sure to enjoy myself.

"And can I assume this will not bother you?" Doctor Palin asks more directly. "I need to make sure neither your marriage nor male ego will not be affected by your wife receiving an orgasm from another man."

She does it again, using another word. I think of the few times I've had an orgasm, and then think what it will feel like to receive one from Jason. He certainly will be able to give it to me a lot easier than my husband. I wonder how easy. I want to know how hard I will cum.

"Well, um," My husband can hardly speak. "I don't believe so, but I still need to do some thinking about that part of it."

"Think about it carefully," Doctor Palin suggests. "Because with Jason, I can guarantee your wife will have an orgasm every time."

Her words make me jump. "Every time?" I want to ask. "Can he really be that good?" I ask to myself. I've heard some men were better than others -- heard it mostly from my girlfriends. I never experienced it first hand, but heard it took some men a lot longer than others. They were able to hold back, prevent their release until their partner was satisfied. My husband was never capable of this, but I wonder about Jason.

And then I think further about her words. "Every time?" The words continue to echo in my head. She makes it sound like there will be more than one time. Not a quick one-night stand, but I dare to think of the possibility of multiple opportunities with Jason!

"I'll think about it," My husband eventually agrees. It takes him time to agree. I can tell he already thinks about it, and it already bothers him. I must walk a fine line. I can't appear too interested. I must hold my emotions in check; not let my true interest show. If I do, then there will be no chance. My husband will never agree to go along with it. He won't agree with the procedure if he knows how truly aroused I am with it.

"We both need to think about it," I look at him and agree, using every ounce of energy I have to sound disinterested, to show a poker face, act like Jason fucking me will be nothing more than a normal medical procedure. But each time I think of it, I can't help but grow excited by it. The doctor said he was creative. She also mentioned he could be rough. Rough with Jason could mean a lot of things. I want to know what they are.

I also wonder about his size, and just then I notice it. My eyes naturally migrate down the length of his body when I think about his size, as if trying to imagine what he might look like without his sweatpants, and just then I focus right on it. I notice the bulge. Not at his waist, but a lot further down, which I find shocking. The bulge comes in the form of a cylinder, like a large tube trying to tent out from inside his pants. It looks as if he is starting to harden, and from the distance the bulge forms below his waist, he must be twice the length of my husband, perhaps three times.

I can't help it. I begin to think further about it. My imagination turns more vivid. I think what it would feel like to experience Jason, to experience a cock of such large proportions. Thrusting, pounding, slamming in and out of me. 

"Any other questions?" Doctor Palin interrupts these pleasant thoughts with the squeak of her chair when she pushes it out from her desk. She looks as if she has another appointment.

I wish to leave too. I am not sure how much more I can take. I want to quick leave, get back into my own car to go to work, and then stop at the park to do about a five mile run. I wouldn't really run five miles, but feel like I have enough spent up energy and emotion to do so. Being so near the young man who may possibly fuck me fills me with so much anticipation I can hardly stand it.

"Just one question," My husband surprises me. "It's something you mentioned just now, about every time?"

The doctor looks back confused.

So am I. I already stand half out of my chair, but then sit back down.

"You made it sound like there will be more than one time," My husband explains with some difficulty. "It sounds like Jason might be conducting the procedure on her more than once."

"Of course he will," The doctor almost laughs at this. "You can't expect a successful pregnancy after just one attempt. We must increase the odds."

One more time my eyes practically pop out of their sockets. This time I know my mouth hangs open wide, so I quick look away from my husband to keep him from seeing.

"The procedure will last a total of three weeks," The doctor already stands and gets ready to go. "For three weeks straight, twice per day, one of my males will need to penetrate your wife to achieve maximum benefit."

I can hardly believe the words I hear. Three week? Twice per day? I quickly run through the numbers and calculate how many times Jason will be fucking me. Not just once, but a whole 42 times in all! And twice per day too! I've never before been fucked more than once per day.

"The procedure is usually done here at the clinic," More words follow but I hardly hear them. "But special arrangements can be made for Jason to come to your residence if it works out to everyone's mutual benefit. It need not necessarily be done in the evening either, but special arrangements can be made for practically any time of day. All your wife needs is two free hours for the procedure to be conducted."

"Two hours!" I want to scream it out. "Are you serious?" I want to ask but keep it to myself. Two whole hours with Jason! Two hours per day of Jason fucking me! I can hardly believe it. I don't think I will be able to stand it. Never has my husband lasted even a half-hour, and to experience it two times per day for three weeks straight!

To be continued...