i apologize for my weak English but my fantasy may be alive and kicking:
It was a nice warm Texas evening when MDs Miller, Splitberg, Dropford and Clerrar met in their favorite rooftop bar and enjoyed the sight down into Dallas. The day´s work was behind them and though these four gynecologists had promised to leave job-related topics behind, MD Clerrar became explicit: „It is not quite off-topic, but has any of you remarked that the number of childless marriages is on the increase?“ It took his fellows some time to switch to the new point of discussion, they were indeed tired and the only thing they were longing for were their sundowners – which however took their/that is the barman´s time…
„In fact,“ insisted Clerrar, „since we begun – some twenty years ago – the chuldless couple was a rather rare case. Today I had three cases of women who complained, “ he smirked, „who complained not because of a low sexdrive of their husbands, but because they simply could not get pregnant. What do you say?“ MD Clerrar´s companions were all gynecologists, Dropford and Splitberg worked in a local hospital and Miller had his own surgery – just like Clerrar. Of course they knew the statistics and since the four of them had studied together they knew well enough that this was not pointless gossip. The number of cases increased and Clerrar pushed them on: „Lately I have read about meat factories, cows, bulls, creatures being fed with hormones that did not fail to have their effect on the human consumer of the meat. My colleague MD Sun Yun provided me with statistics about sperm count and guess what!…“ He made a suggestive pause and everyone knew that he was not entitled to know the topsecret results of statistics about sperm count. „You mean the consumption of meat has a direct effect on the number of sperms in an individual?“ Clerrar took his sundowner from the barman and everybody had a „skull second“…He put back his glass on the table and reported: „The number of women who wish to become pregnant and can not just because their hubbies are low on sperm is on the increase. You know, first the woman pays you a visit, then you invite the husband, then the two of them and then it must be decided how to carry the matter on!“ Yes, of course they all knew the procedure, the steps to take and then the donor, the judicial complication with the „natural father“ and his rights…on the kid he begot. How many times had each of the four colleagues brought the syringe with the greyish sperm load into the woman´s vagina and from there into her womb, while her hubby was sitting there, holding her hand and looking into her eyes. Splitberg was explicit: „You all know that this procedure – for some dark reasun – has a very low success rate. The circumstances and the sterile atmosphere seem to embarass the couple, the results are meager…the time wasted is enormous – because of the useless repetitions…“ Miller grinned: „One should change the whole setting and nature would take over..“ Clerrar seemed to have waited for the opportunity and after a sip on his drrink he vaguely mentioned that the present MDs were by the end of their forties and did not much enjoy what nature had given them once. Their marriages had been relatively stable and all of them had found a sad routine in their partners…or even less…a lack of lust and fulfilment. All eyes were turned towards Clerrar. He knew he had to speak up: „There is that old hotel, Blue Star, near Molder Hill, it is deserted since the company that run it became bankrupt. Still it is quite okay. What do you think if we purchased the building and made it a clinic for the fertility of the nation? The state would have to fund it, even, I guess!“
They all looked at him and seemed to expect some more on the topic. Clerrar was busy studying his drrink and the others forgot to sip from theirs. Dropford mentioned the fact that he was already practicing in a hospital that could provide kidless couples with these services. Splitberg just nodded his head to confirm this fact. Clerrar looked into the sunset: „The best solutions are those which bring a lot of money and keep all persuns involved happy.“ Splitberg frowned: „Have you ever found such a business model that worked and was not illegal?“ Clerrar answered silently: „Some things have never been tried…“ Miller seemed to have been briefed beforehand, so he brought up a topic that did not seem to fit into Clerrar´s scheme: „I do not know if you have encountered many of those husbands who could not provide potent sperm and who had to fill the testtube with sperm for the analysis. They are more or less the same…concerning their characters… they are pliable, soft, tender, tolerant, broadminded and passive, I would even say…hahaha…the readymade cuckolds…hahaha!!!“ He broke into a laughter and the others joined in…“Well, well,“ added Clerrar, „this is the key to the whole thing – a low sperm count, a feeble sex drive, a passive persunality, a tolerant hubby, the born cuckold, indeed…lack of testosterone, in a way!“ Miller wondered: „Does this meant that the cuckold type of persun is low on sperm and feels this and his wife does so too…?“ They all marveled at the secrets that Muther Nature had built into the human mind which we all believe to know to its deepest depths. Clerrar made things quite clear: „When we lead men into the secluded cell for their sperm production and with the test tube in hand – my assistants love to watch them go from the corners of their eyes – we had a lot of cases when these men would not „deliver“ mhm…“ he smirked and continued: „The fun for my assistants was even greater when they came back emptyhanded with the empty testtube…hahahaha!“ Again all of them joined into the laughter and Clerrar worked them on and on: „And guess what we did! We put instead of those standard Playboy centerfolds new magazines into that cell…with dominating women, not real SM-magazines and perverted topics, but simply strong women and what even worked better – the cuckold situation, a threesome between a couple and an obvious „bull“ type of man!“ This was the joke of the evening and suddenly they were inclined to exchange ideas about this really ticklish topic. Since they had known each other for almost a lifetime, they could agree on the same topics and type of humour. „To cut a long story short, the hotel would provide the known services to married couples who want to have kids, but in a different style. The husband would be present – perhaps even excited and aroused – while his wife is engaged in the meaningful activity for that end…“ They were stunned: „You mean…“ there was a silence…they could not believe and the word prostitution came to their minds…“No humbug, no illegal activity, no treachery,“ Clerrar continued, „We´d have a special arrangement that let the hubby be present and at the same time he does not see what is going on. You know the woman who is cut in half by the wizard…an old trick which most people know. In our special case, half the woman would be behind a wall and the rest is visible for hubby and dressed normally – no nudity on this side of the wall…but on the other side…a nude and eager woman´s body exposed to the man who will provide his sperm…what do you say?“ Nobody had ever heard about things like these – it had never been tried…one felt that it was immoral to some degree. But since the satisfaction and the joy for the couple was paramount….Now they understood how that was meant that all would profit and even with joy…and money…“Our clinic would basically be a hotel for the wanting…they would live there for some weeks, have their periods checked and the moment of ovulation would be fixed and the procedure would take its course. Of course many days would be necessary, since they would not be the only couple and every week a highly likely date would be fixed for let´s say a group of five to eight couples. A spirit of fertility should reign over the place while the mating is on. I have even thought of introducing two nurses who could provide sounds and movements of lustful enjoyment – just to create the atmosphere, while they themselves would not necessarily have to take part in the mating process…what do you say?“ In the course of his speech, the drrinks had been emptied and all of them felt a kind of arousal which they had not felt since their adolescence. New horizons of sexual pleasure were opening up to them…Clerrar only added: „A round hall of let´s say 100 ft diameter and along the walls sorts of half-beds, chairs for the hubbies by their side and holes in the wall where the woman´s abdomen and legs could pass through, they could even arrive fully dressed and no obscenity would be seen – at least not on this side of the wall. We could even mention that nurses would undress them for the event on the other side of the wall…but whoever undresses them, they would not know – hehehehe…“ Splitberg half closed his eyes: „The hubbies would hold hand with them…in the act…how about a little bedside lamp that has built in a videocamera that could project the reactions on telescreen on the side of the „bulls“ – wouldn´t that be romantic?“ All were laughing their heads off, the evening was worth it, just as every time they met. „Yes, and a handle bar by the bedside for the women to hold on to, if the action becomes too steamy and dynamic…yeah!!!“ finished Dropford the whole fantasy. Gynecologists may see a whole lot of flesh in their lifetimes, but they are still men – and dominant ones like the four in the sunset of Dallas in their rooftop bar.
Clerrar would naver have started a topic like that without any reasun. In fact he had inquired about the cost of the hotel and a refurbishing of the rooms plus the construction of a sort of double rotunda…that is, a dormitory with „half-beds“ and a second passage behind the wall, where the lower bodies of the women would reach into, of course not without the heating and air-conditioning if the steam should build up. It was a substantial sum and a model even showed the general layout of the place. It was time to reap the harvest he had sowed with his colleagues at the rooftop bar some weeks ago. His wife did not know a bit about his plans, anyway she was busy with her social obligations and presided a lot of charitable organizations. So when they sat all four of them in the „West Side Story“ barbecue parlor and were in their best spirits, Clerrar pulled out his tablet and showed them the model in 3D and rotated it to show where the fun should take place. Splitberg vaguely asked about the sperm-donors…if these men were…who…what… Clerrar became quite explicit: „All the four of us would be best candidates for those women who we would select as suitable partners,“…he smiled…and added: „the women would not have much say, but would learn that only nice and healthy, intelligent and gifted men would be eligible…of the caucasian race, of course…“ Dropford grinned: „Would not want to have a colored baby, that would be a mess…“ „Nono…just the four of us, according to our choice, but there would have to be more men and I suggest that you can select men of your choice who would volunteer for such a free fuck!“ This expression pulled their eyes open…yes, that´s what it is…a woman – eager to beget offspring and willing…but willing really? „Would some of the women not be nervous in this situation, with the innocent hubby by their side…and him, in such a situation…?“ Miller nervously moved his empty plate…looking downward…still skeptical about the plan. Clerrar said one word and the tension was relieved: „Womaxol!“ The effect of this medicine used to free individuals from inhibitions and from scruples and gave everybody a relaxed „everything is okay“-mood. Various factors contributed to that effect of the medicine, led to a total liberation and Clerrar meant to give the hubby plus the lady an overdose, as he assured his colleagues smilingly. So these couples were eager to pay a large sum of money for a stay in the hotel, an even larger for the „breeding procedure“ and the women were sure to leave the place pregnant. Not the forty-year-olds were of course eligible for this first-class treatment… not because of the diagnosis, but because of the lack of attractivity on the side of the women. They would have to undergo the conventional sperm syringe injection under hormone doses and according to their menstruation – if there was still any. Only younger and promising couples were selected – from the pool of four gynecologists – this would make up for quite a nice number of cases. However, the hubbies would have to be screened for their „pliability and passivity“ – which would grant them an additional turn-on when were allowed to witness their wives, when begetting offspring. They studied the layout of the place on the tablet and could not take their eyes from the arrangement. Even husbands had been introduced into the simulation, sitting by the bedside where the women lay, fully dressed – upward from the navel. Above them a handlebar to seize if the fucking became too wild…which could be supposed to happen in some cases. Then the dimly lit passage around the main room, where the men were walking up and down, selecting their „partner“ with care on the telescreen, touching and fondling the helpless women from below. The display did not show details, it was a simulation anyhow. But who should protest against the opposite of an abortion clinic? The main point was still to be made – money. A large sum would have to be paid for the whole arrangement, but divided by four it would be acceptable and could be afforded by each of them without major conflicts.
It was a quite day in fall, when a car approached the „Happy Wives clinic“ – once hotel Blue Star near Molder Hill. The building was neat and colorful, a new construction almost, nice gardens around the main building, birds chirping, the scent of flowers still in the air, a calm and prestigious place – one would want to live there – said Miller when he got out of the car. This is where my money is buried, remarked wittily Splitberg, who did not really suffer from the expenses he had made in the event. The architect arrived just in time and led them around the whole place. Clerrar became nervous when they reached the main hall, the hall where the wives´ beds would be arranged and where the holes were left open for an isolation – so that any visual contact between the women and anonymous breeders was avoided. 16 beds had been planned. Since the holes looked a bit morbid, the architect suggested that the passage behind the walls should have windows in order to profit from some daylight. Clerrar refused and said that a special kind of „medical lighting“ would be introduced by a special firm. The bedrooms for the couples and the hotel kitchens, the hallways and the escalators, the bath and dining rooms were inspected and approved of. By the first of December the first sixteen couples would be admitted. The architect left and all were satisfied because the place for their innocent adventure was now visible and they returned over and over again to that passageway from where they could select the wives who they would like to impregnate. Yes, the lamps with the video cameras were still missing, the beds had to be prepared and all the furniture was to be selected. But there was still a month ahead. Clerrar addressed his colleagues: „Now to fill our hotel, I suggest that each of us colleagues select the adequate number of four couples who would meet the demand they had agreed upon. The pliable hubby, the nice and passionate lady, the hormonal treatment beforehand should make her extra wet, in the event,“ he added with a malicious grin
Not only Clerrar spent his weeks of regular medical activities with the sorting out of couples that would be promising for the purpose intended. He was surprised how small the output was and how incalculable some couples proved to be. One husband – a born cuckold, passive and hesitant – plus the wife dominant and strong. Seemingly they were suited, but the woman was sexually unsuited to the point of primary and secondary frigidity. A blonde, cold, chilly and revengeful, critical and uneducated, without fantasy and style, a pointed nose, thin arms and almost non-existant breasts and the genital features — well…accordingly. On the „opposite“ the woman at the limit, the forty-year-old and her dream of a numerous family. A bit fat in the middle, flat breasts – but…Clerrar lost his routine and was surprised – then after the initial briefing and analysis of the causes, she revealed to be a „hotwife“ – from the dialogue with her gynecologist, she had become so aroused that his check of her genital organs revealed what must have been quite an embarassment to her…she was flooding her vagina with wetness…he was a doctor with experience but had never encountered a woman reacting so positively…he took his little latex cover for the middle finger to introduce it into her on the gynecological seat – but then he chose to fill in two fingers and had to wipe off her juices that required supplementary cleaning of her abdominal region. It was a juiciy surprise and the doctor spilled the beans – telling her of the fertility clinic plus hotel. The hubby was called in – and in spite of his arrogant demeanor, he revealed to be quite pliable. This was the cuckold in waiting!
Splitberg had made the same discovery and selected with utmost care those to whom he would suggest the first class treatment at their clinic and hotel. He picked the best ones only and had a number of five couples – well-to-do husbands and „guilty wives“ who wanted to do anything to fulfill their breeding tasks…if that were possible. Miller was busiest of all, he invited a maximum of seven couples and one could get the impression all he intended was to get the fast fuck with the nicest women, independent from their suitability. The hubbies were left largely unscreened and his own authoritative attitudes left the poor couples no choice. He took his time describing the ugly syringe with the grey-greenish fluid that hit the back of a woman´s vagina who did not in the least feel the harmony of the act that was meant to beget life naturally – and therefore effectively. He was a great preacher and even went as far as to banish acts „against nature“ as blasphemic and ineffective. „Do not waste your time trying ineffective unnatural ways of insemination when the best success lies in the direct contact and the husband can support his wife in the process by his unhindered presence…MD Dropford was the most sadistical of them all…he sent the men repeatedly – at least ten times – into the „closet“ where they had to masturbate into the test tube. Carefully he chose the „stimulation photos“ deposited in that closet in accordance to their intention…hubbies watching how their women had sex with sperm donors – strong nice men who smiled at the passive men who just held hands with their wives who flew from orgasm to orgasm. A fine-tuned preparation of their fate at the breeding clinic near Molder Hill…In general it turned out that women – because of their wish for kids? – were sexually more aggressive than their male partners. This could prove to be the reas on for their failed parenthood so far. When the talk with the women took place in the presence of their hubbies, the results of the genital check with the women was more difficult. When the women were interviewed alone, they showed juicy sexual response, when the doctors during the talk checked their vaginas – seemingly for a general gynecological check. In reality they measured the moisture of the femal „crack“ with a special instrument for the measurement of humidity. This led to surprising results, because while these so nds remained introduced, the doctors continued their talk with the women lying in the gynecological seats unsuspecting. When the subject of their discussion changed, the response of vaginal muscles and the gland secretion of the vagina increased visibly on the screen. The discussion went like this: Doctor:“ Have your sexual desires been changing in the course of time of your marriage?“ Woman: „Yes, somewhat…“ Doctor: „And in which way did you feel a change of desire?“ Woman: „Not a change in the intensity of my desire, but in the object…“ D: „So you would say that you wished to have other contacts?“ W:“You mean other men?“ D:“No, just a change in the style of your sexual encounters, perhaps…“ W: „My dreams were getting wilder and wilder and sometimes I was afraid to talk about them…“ D:“Well all of us have a hidden pers onality and hidden desires…“ W:“But I do not want to hurt my hubby in his feelings when talking about them…“ Now the doctor was well-advised to check the moisture degree on the screen which at this point had been increasing for sure…he was on the right track! He added: „You can believe me – it is quite usual for women to have fantasies about men who sexually exploit them and only care for their own sexual satisfaction. “ Then the device he had introduced into her vagina – without explaining to her what it was measuring – displayed the largest increase of moisture and the nice wife, Mrs. Broadfill, had proved she was eligible for the clinic.
Testing the men
MD Dropford knew the local GOP candidate, wrote letters to the congressman and senator who were at once interested in the matter. These elderly gentlemen invited Dropford to their offices and – of course – the whole thing boiled down to money. The doctor offered them a special admission to the proceedings of the clinic and they eagerly accepted. In return the whole hotel and clinic was funded by federal money – in admiration of such a beneficial purpose, far from the unhealthy abortion clinics and such. A nationwide trend seemed to be inverted and the first positive newspaper articles appeared. On the www the reactions were rather „mixed“ – people used their logics and senses and guessed the whole thing was a fraud, a bogus and a sort of official cheating where women were allowed to have extramarital sex in the presence of their husbands and for a pretendedly noble purpose. The four doctors – who had not expected such – received a shitstorm from moralists and at the same time precious inquiries by „grown men“ wishing to participate as natural sperm donors. There were even black men who presented their enormous sexual tools to the camera and the doctors smiled and took a mental note, answering the inquiry cautiously and vaguely. „One would call upon them if need be…“ MD Miller introduced his „let-loose“ pills to his colleagues, a special medical mixture that was sure to free the women from inhibitions and made them feel free and easy and…sexy…as he confirmed. Another visit at the compound showed them that all had been finished and since their money was spent for the project, the government money which started to run, poured down upon them like warm rain. Clerrar offered himself for the first check and stretched on the half-bed, pushing his legs through the opening and showed how his lower half disappeared, without any way of guessing what was going on on the other side of the wall, in that infamous dimly lit corridor where the men were waiting to undress their prey. The position was found suitable and even comfy by his colleagues who tried other beds and the corresponding holes. They passed then through the corridor which circled the whole construction and had no windows, just some light bulbs which gave a vague view to the scene, the men wanted to have some privacy, did they not? The cameras were installed and while the corridor was in dark, the screens were brightly lit and one could see even details – of the now empty beds. There were the seats next to the beds and even the hubbies would be clearly seen. They should be offered a stout dr ink beforehand so that their natural passions would come out naturally. Of course it was unthinkable that the men would masturbate in the event, first because the women were briefed that the whole procedure was a sort of holy offering of their bodies and secondly because other men were sitting next to their bed, watching from the corner of the eye how other women – and husbands – would react. The whole system was devilish, as soon as one understood that no real holy offering was going on, but there was going to be wild fucking and the women would be used in the presence of their men, who would find out in the process that they were cuckolds of the first or rather third degree…C3… Clerrar indicated that a certain Mrs Dorney had no chance of ever becoming pregnant without artificial insemination, but offered a juicy vagina and lots of fun – with a passive and permissive husband who would sit by her side for many couplings…here he smiled: „Guess what, I gave received among others even offers by well-hung black men who would enjoy to participate…this would certainly be an opportunity for such a stallion, I´d wish to see his mating power…“ Miller asked: „Shall we offer the couple a first try?“ In fact Mr and Mrs Dorney were the first to move into the hotel. They were people of a good fortune and did not mind spending some days in a nice hotel where their wish for kids would certainly be fulfilled. Doctor Clerrar had a fertilized egg ready for her and would implant it after everyone would have had his fun with the hot lady. In the presence of her husband and a nurse, she was led into the mating hall, took her seat on one of the half-beds and pushed her legs through the hole. The nurse left the room and while the doctor talked soothingly to her, the nurse on the other side undressed her and put her legs on supports so that the whole position was comfy for her. She put her hand into her husband´s and smiled at him. The nurse switched on the camera and the other three doctors had a clear view of her sex and of the woman as she lay on the half-bed, with her husband sitting by her side. But this was only a test and the nurse made her reappearance in the mating hall, brought with her Mrs. Dorney´s clothes, so everything seemed quite regular and orderly. If she knew what this bed had in store for her…but her impressions were the best and she would talk to the newcomers and explain how it all went smoothly and even cleanly…nothing to be feared! Gradually the chosen couples made their appearance and at the same time word had gone round that the coupling clinic (some called it fucklinic) would soon start its activities. Men appeared and pressed the doctors to be allowed to inseminate those women and make their hubbies smiling cuckolds – which seemed to be a strong fascination for most of those „bulls“. After a short medical checkout for STDs the men were selected according to their sexual prowess…MD Splitberg was some sort of bisexual so he eagerly led the interviews with the men and inquired into their sexual habits and successes. Everyone pretended to be a „heavy cummer“ – but for Splitberg this was not enough. The guy had to perform totally naked and the doctor convinced him that this test was worth more than promises. So he saw a lot of hung men climb the ladder of satisfaction and spray their juices onto the floor with loud croaking or shouting. They were recorded on video and the other doctors had their say who to admit. Of course the doctors would have their priviledges themselves when it came to have the first shot during the women´s fertile days…which they only knew. So the insemination was their own fun, but the other men were there to have and make some fun…what a film this would be…!!!
It goes without saying that the men – the cuckolds-in-waiting – constituted a risk of its own. They mostly financed the whole stay and expected to become „sort of fath ers“ and would not welcome being debased and humiliated in the process. This would lead to negative criticism and a possible shutdown of the whole project. A bit late the four doctors had to realize that the key to the whole fun-project were these men who had not sufficiently been thought of. They had cared about the women, the „bulls“, the accomodation and the working of the clinic, but what if these men in the event broke up the whole goings-on? What if in the middle of the couplings going on simultaneously somebody would shout „hoax!!!“ If they stopped the procedure by for ce and risked breaking up the whole project which had been worked out so carefully? It was decided that these men should be obliged to sign a document (in a possibly neutral style) legally binding them to pay for the visit and to forgo any restitution of money once paid. The whole document was formulated legally waterproof and in spite of that, negative feedback might arise, as soon as these gentlemen felt being debased, humiliated and exposed to public scandal. Here MD Clerrar introduced a perfection to the project in the person of a psychologist who had offered to become a „regular sperm-donor“ beforehand, like so many other gentlemen of their acquaintance. He was asked to prepare the „cuckies“ mentally for the procedure, instilling into them a sort of guilt feeling, playing with their fears and desires and at the same time giving the women the support they needed to go through a series of „couplings“ for their own good. Needless to say that the project was certain to work, since the doctors had extracted eggs from the women in the clinic during their fertile days there. And while these days went past, the men could mount them on those days that they chose for themselves…either to inseminate and impregnate them or just to have fun and much later implant the fertilized egg – and achieve the „desired success“. mo therhood was the result of their stay and that was all that mattered, since these ladies had been waiting for an estimated 15 years on the average before getting tested for infertility. It was well-known that men – when realizing that so far their couplings had remained ineffective – lost sexual interest in their wives and thereby passed the guilt for their infertility on to them. This is where the psychologist would step in, shifting the guilt on to the men and giving them the feeling that „whatever happened“, they were at the origin of the problem themselves – and not the poor ladies. Let us be frank: It was a criminal offence to build into the showers of the hotel rooms hidden cameras that would film the cuckolds when showering: So they provided pictures of their sexual equipment that would be pinned next to the telescreen, so that the men mating with their wives would see the cocks that they would have to compete with – and the doctors had made sure that any of the „bulls“ would smile about the weak short sex organs that their female partners had to put up with. It is true that the pictures were taken while the cold shower was on for a moment so the whole outcome was a bit of an understatement, but it was for a „noble purpose“! The bulls should feel secure of their sexual prowess! Tea and coffee with the breakfast was invariably mixed with a testosterone killer that did not affect the women, but the men very much. It was to be expected that during their stay, these men would not become sexually active towards their wives. The rooms were decorated with pictures of toddlers, birds and flowers, so the whole spirit was of sterile cleanliness and a sweet expectation of pregnancy.
The evening before
The psychologist and the doctors entered the room with stern faces. The couples became silent, the tension could be felt in the hall, where they all sat after their dinner. No al cohol was served, but of course the dr ug against testosterone was effective, so the men were silent and passive as lambs. Clerrar opened the series of short speeches and kindly asked their permission for the meeting to be filmed – so as to give future couples an impression how the whole thing was harmless and promising for infertile parents. In reality the film was used to present the men and women to the bull who were sitting in a remote room, dr inking beer and whisky, cheering and laughing and planning who they would preferably fuck and how many times they would exploit these unsuspecting women. Their talk was obscene and the whole room was filled with laughter and obscene jokes, no need to explain. It is true that these men were at an elevated level of testosterone, since they had received special medication and additionally had stayed chaste for more than a week. The room was seedy and if the women and men in the other room had witnessed this party, they would have left within the hour. These men knew better than tell the truth – to whoever it was…they would lose this innocent pleasure of fertilizing unsuspecting ladies – and no woman would ever be able to trace down the „bull“ who had fertilized her in the event – since the men did not even know if the lady was in her fertile days or was just there to be fu cked well…only the doctors knew…not that it mattered to them…they would take care of the women who they had selected for their own mating and could be sure to do it during those days when it mattered, whereas the other men – unsuspecting – just had lots of fun with the women. And perversely with their hubbies…In the main hall the short speeches were coming to an end: „Any questions?“ There were of course questions about the selected top alpha beautiful intelligent std-free fertile superior male inseminators and MD Dropford projected a DNA profile to the screen, where everyone was able to see, how the genetic dispositions of the sperm donors were perfect and no genetic flaws were visible. It is true that nobody in the room could tell what made the DNA-sample so perfect but seeing is believing and they all agreed that theirs must be specimen of supreme quality…“all of the sperm donors…“ As a final remark MD Miller mentioned that it would be reasonable that the alpha males behind the wall would be given more than one try, since on the fertile days one could never have enough sperm from the „cooperative“ donors who would try their best to make their wish come true. It was presented like a sacrifice – which would turn out to be a sort of anonymous gang bang …
Night and morning
It was a night of little sleep for the men – not only because the medication had sl eeplessness as a side effect, but they pondered each and every word that the doctors and the psychologist had mentioned. „More than one try…“ how would their wives react in the process?….why did we husbands have to be present? …was it possible to be emarassed in one way or the other? In their subconscience they felt precisely what the whole thing was about and they did not feel the better for it. After uneasy sl eep and tormenting dreams, they went down into the breakfast hall, wher the doctors were sitting at their table. Once the room was full and all tables occupied, MD Miller got up and addressed the couples with positive words and the promise that happiness was ahead for the happy couples present. He mentioned the important fact that for some of them, the future had had no sense, since their wealth and property would be wasted among remote relatives and from now on, they could be sure to have heirs of their own. That was the strongest argument – without any doubt. Hesitant clapping of hands was audible. There was then the next shock for the men, the fat hers to be…He took from a little tray they had not noticed before white see-through medical coats – only for the men, in order to dress for the „sterile room of insemination“. Which was of course pointless since contamination was never a threat. But it made the video viewing and taping much more interessant to see the reactions of the men while their wives were being …well..fuc ked…the devilish scheme had been worked out by the psychologist who mentioned that with an increased vulnerability of the men, their pride and possible objection to the coupling would be prevented from the beginning. Seeing half-naked men sitting by the beds of their wives, engaged in sexual activity of the first degree would quench possible protest in its beginning. After breakfast the men were guided to another room, where they had to get the coats with their names on them, and a wardrobe took their regular clothes. The men were a bit shy to undress in this group and stand around naked while trying on their see-though coats, but this was intended to happen – by the smiling psychologist while he congratulated himself for this idea. The women had already visited the mating room at least twice with their respective gynecologists. There were name tags above the beds they knew to be theirs and without hesitating they lay down on the beds, pushing their legs and abdomen through the holes that were very narrow so that nothing was to be seen through. Two nurses busied themselves here and there and then went next door…it was believed they would do the undressing in the circular room. The women felt very well and a bit aroused – but at the same time patient and self-assertive and a little laughter came up, when the men in their funny see-though clothes joined them. A little joke here, a little joke there. Mrs Dorney said to her hubby: „You do look funny dear, come on, sit by my side. We are lucky that we will soon be paren ts, aren´t we? Are you jealous? Oh boy, we have gone through all that before, haven´t we? It is all a matter of a little sex and I do fully trust doctor Clerrar. Just be supportive for me – I do so need it!“ Mr. Dorney nodded and looked around as the room was filling with all these half-nude men sitting down next to their wives. He was nervous to the maximum and lots of ideas came to his mind. He had a close look at the women, if there was any „activity“ going on already. It was a room full of light and pleasant scents. It was all so nice and bright. But the doctors in the circular room in the dimly lit corridor had a look at the cameras, inspecting the inspiring pictures of the husbands´ small cocks and wondering how they should kick off the whole thing. There were 16 beds and 32 men – who they had invited for the mating, including themselves. The four women, who were actually in their fertile days, were excluded from the mating of the other „bulls“ – who had to respect the red dot next to the video-screen. This was the domain of the greedy doctors themselves. It was a special treat for a man to know that his orgasm would inseminate a fertile womb and make a sexy lady pregnant, who would carry his baby and would even prove to be grateful to the doctor in the process. The women were sexy indeed, because the medication administered to them beforehand had pushed up their hormone level, plus the moral support by doctors, psychologist plus their cooperative hubbies. So they were quite „open“ so to speak. Little did they know that while they had some last chat with their hubby, their nude pussies underwent an inspection by men who would possess them sooner or later – fast or slow or hard or lingeringly and repeatedly – how many times? The narrator fails to describe how the things unfolded – slowly but unmistakeably. First all was silent and then more articulate and louder and louder all the time. Mrs Dorney suddenly seized her hubby´s hand – they exchanged a glance…no word was necessary. She looked him in the eyes and said „oh darling, it is starting now…“ He pressed her hand and she took a deep breath. She squirmed a bit on her bed. Her hubby asked: „Is it all okay?“ She did not answer in words, she just looked up at him again and nodded her head. Mr Dorney suddenly realized that the chit chat in the room had died down. He also realized that his wife was closing her eyes and moving a bit up and down on her bed. Her head went from the left to the right and then stayed averted from his looks. Her breath became stronger and her mouth opened…a sigh under her breath…her grip on her husband´s hand became stronger and suddenly she said: „Oh David!…oh David…hold me…oh…it´s good oh…oh…“ and while her hubby did not quite know how to react (who would know anyhow how to react in this situation?) suddenly a scream filled the room – it came from Mrs Broadfill´s bed and she half jumped up from her bed, while her husband tried to hold her down. So far she was the loudest in the whole room. Her breath was heavy and her moaning went the other men through and through – not to mention her own hubby. One of the younger ladies, Mrs Schipete, was next to the Dorneys´ bed and while she averted her face from her husband, she looked Mr Dorney right in the eye – where else could she look? Her body movements made clear that for her the whole thing had started by now, she held on to the railing with white knuckles and a red face and stared at Mr Dorney who could not take his eyes from this nice blond lady next to him. Nobody knew which instructions had been issued beforehand by Clerrar to the bulls of the „fu cking squad!“: Namely that it was absolutely FORBIDDEN to break the women open – i.e. some kind of preparation was essential. The men had the choice – not only of their partners, but also for vibes or massaging or oral sex. Most of them offered themselves a good look at the ladies´ willing cunts and felt them up shamelessly. Some did not need any licking, because due to the medication, some vaginas were overflowing – like in the case of Mrs Broadfill for whom mo therhood and excessive horniness melted into one whole spirit of sexual craze. While Mr Clerrar teasingly licked her clit, she cooperated first but then when he suspended the licking to pick it up after some time, she literally flipped out for her want of a good solid pri ck! This made her go up like a wild mare in one of the moments when sadistic Clerrar took a break in licking and gave a smile to the psychologist who was massaging Mrs Dorney´s cl it with two fingers and in circular movement. He showed Clerrar how he inserted a finger and pulled it out of the lady, coated with her lady juices and on the screen the two men could see how her body convulsed in anticipation of the main attraction. But not only the woman was a treat to look at, her hubby was helplessly looking from the left to the right, he had no clue, where to look. All the same thing went on and on…the steamy atmosphere in the room could be felt and the bulls did all they could to heat the whole thing up. The men were not informed by their wives what was going og, for shame that the other ladies could hear what they were doing. They had thought that there was just insemination, short and effective, at the origin of the activities. But now they realized – each lady on her own account – that this was a sort of „half orgy“ and they were – in a pleasant sense – sexually exploited.
Mr Dorney came back into reality when his own wife suddenly gave a hoarse cry and shouted: „NO!“ He asked her compassionately: „What´s wrong honey?“ She sighed and breathed and sighed and moved and hoarsely uttered: „He´s so big so big, he is so big and oh….no…ah…oh my…oh my…ohhhhhh…no! NOOOO!“ This was not a regular dialogue and Mr Dorney had to realize that they had not been prepared fully for this thing to happen. The room turned into a seedbed of sex: screaming, howling and sighing ladies were the only sounds to be heard. It came to him like a shock that even this nice innocent Mrs Schipete obviously had found a rapid rhythm with her invisible partner and her breath went powerfully in and out, she pushed, she clung to the rail, she pushed against the man who possessed her. She had seemed so tender, so soft and fragile, but now she turned into an Ironman participant – sweating and groaning and moving and convulsing. Some of the women started to make sounds their hubbies had never heard before. It was like an anticipation of her cries in labour, so it came to Mr Schipete´s mind. He wanted to hold her, but she pushed his hands away, muttering „sorry darling, it is too strong!“ while violently panting and opening her mouth as far as she could and then – oh no!!!!- No! She cried out louder than Mrs Broadfill before – he would never have believed that this was in his wife – a cry, an orgasmic cry – she had for the first time cum while being taken by a real man. Mr Schipete looked down sadly and embarassedly…he asked „can i help you?“ He was not worthy of her answer, she pretended not to have heard, but she moved on and on in a slower rhythm now and then it all ebbed away. Out of nowhere a smiling nurse appeared and offered the couple a wet piece of cloth – just like the ones you get in Chinese restaurants before the meal.
Mr Schipete wanted to take it and wipe his wife´s face with it. But she pushed away her hubby´s hand and seized the cloth in a hurry. She spent some time silently wiping her reddened face – closing her eyes so to avoid eye contact with her husband. The other nurse hurried around with her pieces of cloth, cool, wet, refreshing and had a lot to do. Mr Schipete – like many other men – suddenly came to the realization that the real sacrifice for pa renthood was obviously not on the side of the women: These men´s personal embarassment, to be present at the expert fucking of their wives was the real sacrifice. Was
MD Clerrar right with his affirmation that these sex partners were alpha males who would naturally pass on the best of their genes to these wives? He certainly was right, but these cuckolds had not thought of the consequences this superiority would have on them. Their wives were treated in a way that set the pace which their regular hubbies could not follow.
Mr Broadfill too came to the realization that today his wife had become aware „what was possible“ in terms of sexual prowess. And it went far beyond what these hubbies could offer their spouses in regular marriage. A strange mood befell the males in the room. While the bulls outside exchanged experiences after the first mating sequence and had a good laugh, assessing the women and passing on good pieces of advice for one „bed number“ or another, the hubbies suddenly heard the music that must have played in the background all the time. Soft saxophone tunes – like a sort of instrument in heat, a raunchy and hot warm-up tune. Thus they were unable to hear the opinions and judgments that were being exchanged behind the walls about their wives. Some women suddenly shivered, this time the nurses began cleaning their vaginal openings with kleenex and wet tissue. The nurses had a lot to do, because more sperm was oozing out of one or the other lady. Some women told their husbands that they were being cleaned. Some men thought about porn movies in which the poor hubby had to lick up the alpha male´s sperm directly from his wife´s pus sy. MD Clerrar – after having inseminated Mrs Broadfill with his own sperm – came into the room, asking if anybody was not feeling quite well. This time no answers came – neither in the affirmative nor in the negative. He distributed the well-known „Womaxol“ pills to each lady and the nurses brought a couple of glasses with water. It is true that this time the regular Womaxol had been upgraded so that it was almost a sex dr ug for the ladies and they would in fact recover pretty fast! MD Miller and Dropford showed up after some time, because they had looked a bit exhausted. Their ladies had given them a special feeling of pleasure since their vaginas had been unaccustomed to their cocks – which were well above average size. So the ladies soon felt that they recovered from the strong experience. It is true that their orgasms had cost them much strength, but the new experience for some had opened their eyes. The doctors had invested much time, money and strength, but they found it absolutely worth it! They stood around casually as if they never had anything to do with the goings-on here and gave their patients a nice smile – without them knowing that they had just cum on their thick pri cks. Splitberg who was fittest of them all, did not hesitate joining his patients and patted the ladies on the shoulder assuring them that even the moon phase was propitious, even auspicious for their pregnancies. The women greeted them with shy smiles and seemed as if emerging from a submarine landscape…He smiled Mrs Schipete frankly into her face and this time patted Mr Schipete on his shoulder – as if to say: „Hey small boy, I have just made your wife cum for the first time on my potent fat
co ck! Say thank you, Sir!“ But seeing Mrs Schipete as in a mental absence, he judged it preferable to hold the whole process for two hours. The process and its impacts would sink into their minds and they would re-emerge fit and eager. The nurses busied themselves again for the clothes and the women got out of those breeding holes as if nothing had ever happened to them – or so it could appear to their husbands. All of the couples were led to a secluded part of the compound where they had never been before. The 16 small cells with thin walls were well-heated. There was a toilet seat and a wash basin. A douche was installed there for the women to shower. The men could sit on a small chair and a stretcher for massage stood next. Clerrar advised the couples to shower and then have a nice soft massage administered to the poor ladies by their faithful hubbies – after the „breeding work“ – which were not precisely the terms Clerrar chose. Although the couples had more than one thing to tell, the rooms remained silent, except the shower that went on here and there. Not much was spoken, one had the impression of a thunderstorm that was approaching from far and all the birds were silent in awe. In the cells the women found little green blouses, light and comfy. Their clothes were sweaty – moist from their „love-making „- the term does not really fit a 100%…so they were told to change. In the end the couples found themselves in sorts of uniforms, green blouses for the ladies and see-through overalls for their partners. Dropford had had the brilliant idea not to shock the fragile couples with uniforms from the very start, but to first surprise the men shortly before the ordeal – by making them wear see-through overalls. And the women shortly after the ordeal – so that they would experience the whole thing fully dressed first in their regular clothing – but in the end they came to the conclusion that it was not the dress code that mattered here…the doctors went silently up and down the corridor to listen to what was being said in the cabins. But rarely a conversation matter of fact arose and died down very soon. Most of the ladies had laid down on the stretchers and pretended that they would have to regain their composure, to catch breath and to „give the little swimmers inside their uterus a chance to reach the fertile egg“. Those men had been first quality breeders – they told themselves – had they not seen the impeccable DNA sample of a breeder? So they were convinced that such fine specimen of men would provide them with borderline sex experience…on the border of what a vagina could bear…so they excused their sex rush and craze for themselves – without mentioning anything for their hubbies who did not quite know how the impact of this borderline experience would affect them and their manhood…the men massaging their wives had to use a kleenex from time to time, because there was still sperm oozing out of their ladies. They looked in awe and fascination at the liquid that so abundantly had been sprayed into their wives´ uterus. Some was milky some yellow some even greenish…the scent was mesmerizing and the women noticed quite clearly what was going on in their hubbies´ minds. The women – so to speak – drank in eagerly that liquid that would help them getting pregnant, becoming loving mo thers of nice girls and boys and – who knows – would be served to them more often than once. Were these women aware of the sexual impact of this experience or did the dream of a future mo therhood quite wipe out the realization that sex could have a different quality with an alpha male? The women felt that they wanted „more“ and this made them so silent and cautious – not to mention this wish. Rather tehy assumed the role of the victim, a role which they from now on just pretended to play – for the best of their „families“. All was so neat and clean. All requirements had been thought of by a team of first class gynecologists – all demands were met…could their hubbies have second thoughts? Sure they could – but like most women they knew how to highlight one unimportant fact at the expense of another important circumstance and all was well. So the silence that reigned was not due to the embarassment of the women who knew exactly how to deal with their their depressed males, but simply due to the fact that the women waited for their lust to build up again.
Nobody knew that presently all bulls were being called together and informed by Clerrar about the measures to take and the effects achieved. This was done with some laughter and an exchange of experiences – another series of dr inks was passed around and for the men present this was like heaven on earth. The men who were all well-endowed were not ashamed in the least to clean their long softening cocks in the presence of the other bulls from the female „coating“ and their own sperm. Jokes flew from one corner to the other and everybody cheered with their glasses. They sat around naked – except the doctors who had to appear with the patients from time to time. Half an hour passed and the psychologist groaned and held his hands free of his cock which started to rise to the cheer of the others. This was far from being a gay festival – just the opposite! They shamelessly announced that they would be able to have another go! Still Clerrar kept them from acting and the wives were only distributed by their bulls beforehand – who would take over someone new and who would prefer to keep his lady. Some quarrel arose here and there – preferences wanted to be taken into consideration, but in the end they all agreed on their old/new partners. But here surfaced a problem which Clerrar had not thought of: Would the ladies recognize that a different cock with a different rhythm would be inside them? Which items of information were the women supposed to exchange with their cuck-hubbies???? They were ill-advised to share the whole bandwidth of sexual experience with their partners in order not to hurt them in their fragile male ego. Their marriages would have to go on – perhaps for another 20 – 30 years, with kids – as it were…a horrible idea for the two partners! The ladies would have to keep it nicely for themselves – perhaps with other ladies they would get the opportunity to indicate that something was „really special“…they would need to exchange the results and the surprises that had taken possession of these women who had been accustomed to innocent „Saturdayfuck evenings“ – now that a real bull had made them cum once – and who knows…?But now the exchange of their impressions was reserved for their hubbies. Mrs Dorney knew better than tell her hubby that this fu ck had revealed for her that there was pleasure in sex and that she deserved this experience and more of that. She lay on the massage stretcher and held her hubby´s hand looking happily and silently into his eyes – which she had been shy to do during the mating. „I understand“…she said cautiously, instead of the hubby who could not possibly have pronounced this sentence grasping its full meaning…He took another kleenex and wiped on and on – her „bull“ seemed to have been a heavy cummer…she willingly spread her legs – for him – to clean…
In the corridor where the men had enjoyed the unsuspecting ladies, the nurses swept the floor and prepared everything for the second cumming…the women as well had to be prepared for the second cumming and their hubbies were at a loss of what to say…what do you tell a woman who would mate with an invisible potent stallion and cuckold you in the first degree? So not much was spoken, some men said silently „you must go through it again, it is for our best…“ The lady would turn the eye upward and sigh heavily…a bell sounded and a voice called: „would the participants please come back into the fertilization room! Please take up your previous positions!“ It all sounded so funnily clean and neutral, thus contrasting with the massive sex tension that would make itself felt in a minute. The men held hands with their wives and in their funny see-through overalls they bravely accompanied the ladies in green. The little cabinets did not only contain those green blouses but also short trousers for the ladies to be worn without undergarment so that they could be removed more easily „by the nurses“…it looked like a funny procession to the surgery – but the sterile impression was misleading. The bright light in the central room was reassuring for everyone, there was no need to be afraid, all went in the right direction and the soon to be parents could rejoice! It was a win-win situation, more than the hubbies could guess. In the dark corridor, the men were standing and watching the women´s legs coming through the small opening – hardly did they lie comfortably as „someone“ softly removed their green trousers and put the women´s legs on the supports. This time they would have to do a bit more for their mo therhood, because the second orgasm is not faster than the first one, as everyone knew. Only MD Clerrar remained for a short period in the central room, went along the half-beds and talked in his solid male voice to the women and shot his broad smile in all directions. The cuckolds sitting next to their wives were simply ignored. „Well, until our cooks will again pamper you with their special wholesome lunch, you will have to stand another process of fertilization – to make sure that our good intentions will be met by Mo ther Nature´s grace! Hahaha“ A faint laughter joined him until he left the room and threw down his clothes in a hurry. He turned into the corridor and looked for „his“ lady…Mrs Schipete, who his predecessor MD Splitberg had possessed during the first mating and warmly advised him to try her. It was true that her vagina was relatively dry at this moment and when she felt the touch, she became embarassed once more – she might be thinking that the previous partner was trying his second assault. But Clerrar cautiously unfolded the folds of her sex and she could guess that this was „somebody different“ since Splitberg had not taken so much time and taken her, hardly had he felt some lady juice on his finger. Clerrar smelled her sex and softly touched her clit. She moaned and on the screen she was visibly a bit nervous. This problem would be solved by the vibe which hung near the screen. He switched it on and touched her lady bud lightly with the tip. The soft sound of this device was quite entertaining, Clerrar let it dangle from its hook between Mrs Schipete´s legs. She was really trying hard to meet the dangling instrument with her clit. As soon as she had met it, the instrument would „vibrate away“ and she enjoyed the vibrations, but it swayed away soon, so that she entered a „hunt and seek“ game about which only she and Clerrar knew. The gynecologist called Mr Thomey, the director of his hospital in Dallas, who had chosen the lady next to him. Giggling, the two men watched how this lady entered a sort of desperate fight for the vibe to remain in place: She wriggled like a snake to hold the fu cking thing in the position which could do her good. Her hubby, visible next to her on the screen, had no explanation for the strange movements she made. He did not even venture to seize her hand any more but sent an astonished expression into the camera, of course unaware. How was it possible that a woman could get into such a desperate sex fight with an instrument – just like those horny men who would try everything to get laid when they needed it so badly. Were men and women not so different after all? In the hall the silent breathing turned into soft sighs and inarticulate sounds „mmmm“ „ohhhhhh“ „yesyesyesssss“ „oh myyyyyyy…….“ „phew!“ it was like a strange theater or a collective sound creation of lustful noises. One thought like a group of primates in the trees – uttering sounds that were beyond comparison. The men realized that the initial embarassment was gone and their ladies were taking up speed very fast, becoming very articulate, verbal and well….horny…Only Mrs Schipete was getting angry – shouting and ranting against the device that promised her satisfaction just for a few moments. There were already four men standing next to Clerrars screen and watched Mrs Schipete, that nice sexy lady who convulsed furiously to get constant hold of the vibe – while all the other people in the „fertilizing room“ started looking at the raging woman, without being able to explain why she was so desperate. „How nice can a shamelessly horny lady be! She is such a beauty anyway…“ said Clerrar to the men who curiously stood around his telescreen – thus ignoring the women they had initially planned to inseminate. Then pity took over and he massaged her clit systematically inside outside up and down with the magic instrument, but instead of calming her, he even had to realize that she fell from one frenzy into another – the desire for the magic touch had made her ready for the sex craze that she now fell into. And while the other women slowly offered their most intimate parts to a careful alpha man, Clerrar did not know if he should edge her on and on or finally insert his hard pr ick. He was afraid his pleasure could end very fast – considering the highly aroused state she was in. When he switched off the vibe, she screamed at the top of her voice, smashing her fists at the wall between her and the invisible sadist! And indeed a small trickle of her juices ran down between her ass cheeks and Clerrar had no choice: he pushed his tool in and managed to calm her and induce a steady rhythm to her movements. She obeyed nicely and Clerrar let go – that is, he simply pushed his pr ick in and waited for her to move like crazy. Slow and fast and up and down and her condition was really astonishing. What a funny perspective for a gynecologist to gauge the deep desire of this lively lady. She lasted no more than 30 seconds when it happened. A screaming orgasm shook her from head to toe. It was a good decision to videotape all events – it could be shown as a tutorial in sex learning classes. She was out of her senses for some twenty post-orgasmic seconds when – surprisingly – she again took up the pace. Since Clerrar had not cum so far, he could go on shoving his enormous prick deeper into her again and again and the doctor felt the moisture, the narrow sheath, the muscles inside her massaging him steadily and he actually started to lose his mind. He stared at the screen: her hubby sat there – pale and nervous, clueless if he should save his wife from an invisible danger, pressing his fists together. It seemed as if he was receiving the same fleshy tool somewhere inside his own body. How happy he would be when this morning´s „insemination“ was finally over!!!! The doctor behind the wall had totally lost control: he opened his mouth, his face was contorted, his horniness was maximum…he had not the strength to stop and wait – his co ck reacted on its own and sent whole streams of cum into the helpless female opening. Mrs Schipete was far from ignoring this sperm douche – she flipped her lid and came the third time this morning – this time best! Her howling was inhuman, an ani mal in desperate heat and need. She collapsed on her bed – turning her eyes away from it all, ashamed and proud at the same time. S A T I S F I E D – and hungry suddenly. She sat up and patted her hubby on his shoulder. „I guess we have made it this time!“ She said proudly to her hubby and Clerrar who saw and heard it all, almost broke out in laughter at this tricky woman! What a slut! She looked around – just to see that other women were still on the road to their orgasms. That doctor had been right that a strong female orgasm was the best method of bringing the sperm onto the right path into the uterus! What had they been missing in those sad empty years of marriage to a man who simply could not…. some spirit of revenge hung in the air – and led to stronger orgasms, since the culprits were present…
After the first mating day
The meals that followed were wholesome, delicious und the women welcomed good food at this point wholeheartedly. The men carefully chewed the meat and the cabbage and looked out of the windows where a last thunderstorm of the year was building up.When the couples went upstairs to discuss this morning´s impressions, some of them felt there was something oozing out of their vaginas and so they had been adviced to lie flat after the meal, in order to enjoy the full dynamics of their feritilization to work. So in their rooms they lay flat on their beds, assisted with questions by their husbands: There were of course the doctor´s microphones switched on and not only Clerrar himself was interested in the impact the insemination had had – on both men and women. The answer on the whole was that the women had been less impressed by the situation than the men. The unsuspecting cuckolds – who did neither know nor use this term „cuckolding“ – asked questions on and on. Such as „how did you feel when he entered you?“ and „was it somehow pleasant?“ and „did your pussy feel sore after it?“ and „do you feel that you are pregnant now?“ and „was this inseminator gentle with you or bruetal?“ … the answers on the part of the women were really puzzling. On the whole one can say that these women started to play games with their cuck hubbies: They normally would not admit their own pleasure, they dwelled on the medical necessities, on the future mothe rly role they would play and above all suggested the fathe rly role their hubbies would have to play. They discussed shopping for the pregnancy and the baby and the surprise for their family+friend relations when they were suddenly hoping to give birth to a little sweet baby, while they felt how the semen of their „stallions“ was oozing on and on. In their minds they asked themselves if it was not time to take a shower to remove the grey substance that started to stick to their panties. The whole thing stank enormously and they did not much dwell on the fact that the next morning a second „insemination cycle“ would have to be passed before the doctors would examinate them for the last time. They would simply not wish to make their hubbies nervous, since they did imagine that this situation was difficult to go through for their hubbies. Of course – in their minds they had to admit that possibly a different man had fucked them in the second run. This had not been announced – but it was difficult to discuss this with the gynecologist and finally not with their hubby! Coming back to their rooms, however, they found a colorful envelope and on opening it there was a pregnancy test – a free gift by their gynecologist „with warm wishes“ – yeah, wishes as warm as their sperm had been! The women felt compelled to lie to their hubbies about their feelings and they did just that. They were natural geniusses in pretending – not only orgasms – to their hubbies. But now that their orgasms were free and easy to get with these superior men in a submissive and legal situation, they felt their inhibitions fade away. They felt somehow guilty to pretend again. But is it not sweeter to pretend that a strong orgasm was nothing worth, than pretending orgasms in the marriage bed they did not have in the first place?!…The following night they would be turned on enormously – that is what the doctors understood via microphones – in the expectation of their last coupling. The men – there was no question – would lie on their beds spellbound and nervous all night long, threatened in their deepest ego and wondering what their sexual future would be like…
The last day…
All the couples had been packing that morning – it would be goodbye for the „breeding clinic“ – provided the results did not show, in that case they would have to return. But for the doctors this was no question: The fertilized eggs lay ready in the incubator and in a last gynecological checkout they would be secretly placed in the fertile wombs. So this win-win situation was at the expense of the husbands – who were losers and they finally realized it – when their wives lay again open and half naked on those ominous half-beds, where they could nothing but watch their reactions during this last insemination. Their own dress code – those see-through overalls were indecent and some men had complained but the security and sterility of the place had to be kept at any rate! So there was a silent acceptance of the sad garment. If they all knew, how the previous day, the doctors and „inseminators“ of all kinds had discussed the whole situation and had had a good laugh about the whole procedure. The longer they thought about it, the more they realized the degree of cuckoldry they placed the men into. They had enjoyed the fruit of other marriages and had lots of ideas about keeping these women as their personal sperm banks. But on the other hand – a new lady was getting ready for them on the half-bed. So they looked forward to undressing a new female and putting her legs on the comfortable gynecological stirrups, then licking her cunt lips or using a vibe and feeling the openness of this woman, seeing her in the telescreen holding hands with her hubby on the chair next to the bed. They would enjoy how the women would have to pretend a „non-sexual duty“ and deep inside enjoy it with fast and multiple orgasms – as had some the day before.
Mr Porteroy was a middle-aged fat and bald gentleman with a medium-sized cock. He was MD Clerrar´s bank manager and had financed his share of the clinic. So he had pressed himself into the whole action. In
yesterday´s discussion of the best women, he had understood that Mrs. Schipete was possibly best – because he had had Mrs. Broadfill second – after her gynecologist who had been first. Never in his life had he felt such sexual pleasure in a woman´s vagina as with Mrs. Broadfill. He was responsible for her third orgasm – in spite of his small cock…he had never managed this with any woman. Nevertheless he was a heavy cummer so this woman had a problem while walking up to her room and lying flat on her bed („how do I possibly tell my husband?“)
So after this breakfast everthing was ready and the lights in the corridor were dim and the central room was well-heated and bright. The nurses made their regular appearances and left the insemination compound after their short presence. They had no access to the corridor where they would just have to clean much later what was to clean. Little did they know about the procedure as it went the second day. They might be unwanted witnesses if any husband should ever feel like sueing the doctors for…well…for what? if these pregnancies were certain – and they were! – nobody would ever feel like sueing whoever there was. And obviously women sacrifice a lot if their deepest desire of moth erhood was satisfied. One needed not be a psychologist to see where the initial proceedings had begun. Women reacting with little shivers, turning their heads to their hubbies, those looking into their eyes, then the women avoiding eye contact, moving slowly up and down on their beds, deep breaths, sighs, a hand grasping the husband´s hand or arm. Mouths opening – eyes closing, movements more and more rapidly. Then slowly the song of beginning lust out of 16 throats, women expecting fulfilment, a strange atmosphere reigning in this place…men spying towards other beds…seeing other women staring curiosly at them…how does this man there deal with his presence in the process? Is my hubby better than him? What may be going through his mind.
When the couples went upstairs to discuss this morning´s impressions, some of them felt there was something oozing out of their vaginas and so they had been adviced to lie flat after the meal, in order to enjoy the full dynamics of their fertilization to work. So in their rooms they lay flat on their beds, assisted with questions by their husbands: There were of course the doctor´s microphones switched on and not only Clerrar himself was interested in the impact the insemination had had – on both men and women. The answer on the whole was that the women had been less impressed by the situation than the men. The unsuspecting cuckolds – who did neither know nor use this term „cuckolding“ – asked questions on and on. Such as „how did you feel when he entered you?“ and „was it somehow pleasant?“ and „did your pussy feel sore after it?“ and „do you feel that you are pregnant now?“ and „was this inseminator gentle with you or brrutal?“ … the answers on the part of the women were really puzzling. On the whole one can say that these women started to play games with their cuck hubbies: They normally would not admit their own pleasure, they dwelled on the medical necessities, on the future moth-
erly role they would play and above all suggested the fathe rly role their hubbies would have to play. They discussed shopping for the pregnancy and the baby and the surprise for their family+friend relations when they were suddenly hoping to give birth to a little sweet baby, while they felt how the semen of their „stallions“ was oozing on and on. In their minds they asked themselves if it was not time to take a shower to remove the grey substance that started to stick to their panties. The whole thing stank enormously and they did not much dwell on the fact that the next morning a second „insemination cycle“ would have to be passed before the doctors would examinate them for the last time. They would simply not wish to make their hubbies nervous, since they did imagine that this situation was difficult to go through for their hubbies. Of course – in their minds they had to admit that possibly a different man had fucked them in the second run. This had not been announced – but it was difficult to discuss this with the gynecologist and finally not with their hubby! Coming back to their rooms, however, they found a colorful envelope and on opening it there was a pregnancy test – a free gift by their gynecologist „with warm wishes“ – yeah, wishes as warm as that sperm had been! The women felt compelled to lie to their hubbies about their feelings and they did just that. They were natural geniusses in pretending – not only orgasms – to their hubbies. But now that their orgasms were free and easy to get with these superior men in a submissive and legal situation, they felt their inhibitions fade away. They felt somehow guilty to pretend again. But is it not sweeter to pretend that a strong orgasm was nothing worth, than pretending orgasms in the marriage bed they did not have in the first place?!…The following night they would be turned on enormously – that is what the doctors understood via microphones – in the expectation of their last coupling. The men – there was no question – would lie on their beds sleeepless and nervous all night long, threatened in their deepest ego and wondering what their sexual future would be like…no wonder the hotel was equipped with seperate beds instead of the matrimonial bed…
The last day…
All the couples had been packing that morning – it would be goodbye for the „breeding clinic“ – provided the results did not show, in that case they would have to return. But for the doctors this was no question: The fertilized eggs lay ready in the incubator and in a last gynecological checkout they would be secretly placed in the fertile wombs. So this win-win situation was at the expense of the husbands – who were losers and they finally realized it – when their wives lay again open and half naked on those ominous half-beds, where they could nothing but watch their reactions during this last insemination. Their own dress code – those see-through overalls were indecent and some men had complained but the security and sterility of the place had to be kept at any rate! So there was a silent acceptance of the sad garment. If they all knew, how the previous day, the doctors and „inseminators“ of all kinds had discussed the whole situation and had had a good laugh about the whole procedure!… The longer they thought about it, the more they realized the degree of hummiliation they placed the men into. They had enjoyed the fruit of other marriages and had lots of ideas about keeping these women as their personal sperm banks. But on the other hand – new ladies were getting ready for them on the half-beds. So they looked forward to undressing a new female and putting her legs on the comfortable gynecological stirrups, then licking her cunt lips or using a vibe and feeling the openness of this woman, seeing her in the telescreen holding hands with her hubby on the chair next to the bed. They would enjoy how the women would have to pretend a „non-sexual duty“ and deep inside enjoy it with fast and multiple orgasms – as had some the day before.
Mr Porteroy was a middle-aged fat and bald gentleman with a medium-sized cock. He was MD Clerrar´s bank manager and had financed his share of the clinic. So he had pressed himself into the whole action. From yesterday´s discussion of the best women, he had understood that Mrs. Schipete was possibly best – because he had had Mrs. Broadfill second – after her gynecologist who had been first. Never in his life had he felt such sexual pleasure in a woman´s vagina as with Mrs. Broadfill. He was responsible for her third orgasm – in spite of his small cock…he had never managed this with any woman. Nevertheless he was a heavy cummer so this woman had a problem while walking up to her room and lying flat on her bed with all of his goo oozing out of her orifice („how do I possibly tell my husband?“)…
So after this breakfast everthing was ready and the lights in the corridor were dim and the central room was well-heated and bright. The nurses made their regular appearances and left the insemination compound after their short presence. They had no access to the corridor where much later they would have to clean what was to clean. Little did they know about the procedure as it went the second day. They might be unwanted witnesses if any husband should ever feel like sueing the doctors for…well…for what? if these pregnancies were certain – and they were! – nobody would ever feel like sueing whoever there was. And obviously women sacrifice a lot if their deepest desire of moth erhood was satisfied. One needed not be a psychologist to see where the initial proceedings had begun: Women reacting with little shivers, turning their heads to their hubbies, those looking into their eyes, then the women avoiding eye contact, moving slowly up and down on their beds, deep breaths, sighs, a hand grasping the husband´s hand or arm. Mouths opening – eyes closing, movements more and more rapidly. Then slowly the song of beginning lust out of 16 throats, women expecting fulfilment, a strange atmosphere reigning in this place…men spying towards other beds…seeing other women staring curiosly at them…how does this man there deal with his presence in the process? Is my hubby better than him? What may be going through his mind? Mr Porteroy, the bank manager, had eaten some eggs the day before, then mussels and sprouts that would increase the sperm amount to enormous copious quantities. Loaded with this personal sperm bank, the bank manager went around to check the women one by one, some hairless crotches – some densely overgrown bush next. On the screen he saw distinctly Mrs. Schipete and her shy hubby sitting uneasily next to his wife, searching for her hand, but she turned around to see „who was already having it“. She cared little about what might be going on in the insemination tunnel, she supposed little cabins, where the selected men would devote themselves earnestly to the fertilization task. Little did she know about the fun that these exposed ladies caused in the corridor in the dim light among those horny stallions of all categories, who simply had the luck of being invited to the „MD Clerrar breeding festival“. Mr Porteroy was very surprised to feel Mrs. Schipete push towards his hand as soon as he had inserted one finger just a little bit. Wasn´t she a real brat? A horny bitch? She searched his hand, desired the touch and the massage and the bank manager did not even waste much time on finger-fucking movements when he noticed the trickle of lady juice running out of her cunt. He saw her lying there like mesmerized, her eyes half closed, panting and concentrated as if this was a decisive moment. Her hubby tried to calm her, but she would not have any of this, pushing him away and muttering some syllables. Porteroy got a hard-on as soon as he felt the moisture. He pulled down his jeans and in no time at all he pushed his mediocre tool deep into the hot woman. She did all the job herself, it was a bit embarassing to see a woman pump a man with all her might – when all the other women just „let it happen“ – of course not without a deep-rooted pleasure which they hesitated to reveal to their hubbies. „It was all just a duty“…but a duty that made them cum (openly or secretly) and had excited them beyond belief. The only problem for them was to hide this pleasure from their frustrated partners. Only Mrs. Schipete had the wrong idea…she did not pretend, she did not hide, she flipped her lid again and with a sigh Mr Porteroy filled her with all he was worth. He had never had such an orgasm and felt his fluid flow and flow…his orgasm had been so hot and strong, that he gave up on a second mating – no matter with whom. He was satisfied and sad, because in real life he could never have had Mrs. Schipete in a thousand years…But MD Splitberg was just ready and mounted Mrs. Schipete for the second time – she did not mind. Was she crazy? Did she believe that her selected insemination stallion would have a second go just twenty seconds after his first? Anyway – she was more than open and Splitberg enjoyed her sex more than he had expected. He started teasing her, stopping and again starting his movements and this was not about fertilizing an infertile lady, it was a game and a rule that made him the commander of her lust. He saw that he was a born teaser, making her sweat and pant. Stopping in the middle when she had already trodden on her orgasmic path, then cutting the whole thing, relaxing and watching her squirm like a worm. The men and women at her side in those half-beds adjoining had stopped watching their own process and eyed her – who was not noticing anything. Just her hubby looked apologizingly around, shrugging his shoulders in a gesture of tolerance. Splitberg had seen enough, he felt it had to be and now he started fucking her powerfully and mercilessly. She felt it was her moment. Of course he might have stopped as soon as he saw she was cumming – they might have called the police because of her scene, perhaps. So she simply gave birth to an orgasm which would have won the price if there was any. She screamed and squirmed and beat the bed with her fists. Some felt that this was indecent – but what was not? The whole thing was indecent! And as such, MD Clerrar made a mental note to repeat the whole show and perhaps with younger participants because Porteroy had not been able to deliver more than 2 orgasms in two days. What now came was the final gynecological check-out – in reality the moment when the women were implanted the fertilized eggs and a pregnancy was guaranteed. Their scheme had worked and letters of gratitude would wash in – signed presumably only by the wives…