I never thought I’d get pregnant. I’d been trying with
my husband for almost three years when new neighbors
moved in across the street and we invited them over
that fateful evening.
John and Kristine were your average looking couple, he
was nice enough looking that — in my mind’s eye — I
had him undressed and in bed with me. I know my husband
Andy was imagining guy things about Kristine.
But what really changed things for Andy and me that
evening was that Kristine knew a guy who said he could
guarantee a pregnancy for any woman who still had her
ovaries and that he was really reasonable priced.
Kristine said that her friend wouldn’t tell her the
particulars but that she was pregnant after only one
session at the fertility clinic.
I had just turned 35 and Andy was three months away
from 40 and our bio-clocks were spinning pretty fast.
Up until three years ago when we started trying for a
baby we’d always been too busy and now that we hadn’t
had any success things between us were becoming
We’d gone to the doctor and apparently my husband’s
sperm count wasn’t all that great and to make matters
worse, my immune system was a killer when it came to
his sperm. What few little squiggelys that made it as
far as my womb; my immune system cannibalized.
So you might understand why I was interested in what
Kristine had to say about her friend. Andy and I don’t
make tons on money, he’s an auto mechanic at Pep Boys
and I work as a secretary at a three man accounting
firm, so when she said that this clinic had
“reasonable” prices my ears perked up.
Kristine promised to ask her friend to call me and sure
enough I got a call the very next evening. The lady on
the other end of the phone said that she indeed had
conceived a c***d after only one session at the clinic
and that it had only cost $1000.00. She wasn’t sure
that the procedure was for everyone but that it had
been very effective for her.
I asked her what she meant but she refused to tell me
any details but she did give me the phone number for
the clinic. I called them the very next morning.
Looking back I should have been a bit more skeptical
about the whole thing, but I was a bit desperate to
have a c***d and I think at that time I was prepared to
do just about anything to get pregnant. If I had only
known, I might not have been so eager.
The voice on the other end of the phone was pleasant
and she sounded like a professional. She told me that I
would have to pay up front and sign a disclaimer that
relinquished any right to sue for malpractice, or pain
and suffering because of the procedure. She said this
was a precaution required to keep the price down. If
they had to worry about dissatisfied clients, then the
price would have to go up substantially.
I still don’t know why I did it. Maybe it was the
attractive guy in the smartly cut business suit who
came to the house that evening to help us with the
paperwork. Or maybe it was the confidence of the woman
who I’d talked to on the phone that morning. She seemed
so positive that I’d get a baby from this procedure.
She had said that almost 90% of all women who they
served got pregnant from just one procedure.
Whatever the reason I signed those papers, I did so
with the expectation that I would be taken the very
next afternoon. It was amazing, to be scheduled so
fast, I’d heard that most clinics made appointments for
months down the road. I should have wondered at that
too, I guess.
Andy took me to the clinic at 3 o’clock the next
afternoon. I was met by a good looking guy who told my
husband that he could come back after 7 that evening to
pick me up. When he said that he would like to stay the
man told him that it was impossible for a spouse to be
present when the procedure was in process. It was
usually too trying for the spouse since there was some
minor pain and discomfort involved.
Andy started to argue with the man but I held up my
hand and insisted that he leave and come back to pick
me up as instructed. I made it plain to him that if
this was the rule then we’d abide by it, after all, we
were getting a cut-rate price for something we’d been
trying to accomplish on our own with no success. It
would all be over within 4 hours I told him.
Andy finally agreed and left.
I was nervous as the young man led me down the hall to
a large waiting room. There was only one other woman in
the room and I said hi to her and sat down.
It didn’t take long; very shortly a woman in scrubs
came into the room and called my name. I nervously
looked at the other woman sitting there and gave her an
apologetic glance as I followed the lady out of the
I found myself in another room that was dimly lit with
a table in the middle of the room. It didn’t look like
an operating room, and it sort of smelled, but I didn’t
say anything when I was instructed to undress and to
put on a lose hospital gown. Before lady the left she
handed me a paper cup with a pink liquid in it and told
me to drink it all.
I took it in one gulp and grimaced. It had to have a
high alcohol content because I could also taste
something like codeine for something medicinal like
that as an after taste.
I sat on the padded table and waited. It wasn’t long
before my head was spinning and I felt woozy.
The next thing I remember was noise. It sounded like I
was at a party, there were voices, lots of voices. My
mind was foggy and I felt so funny, like I was out of
my own body. But I wasn’t and the thing that suddenly
became clear to me was that someone was on top of me.
I opened my eyes and looked about me with bleary
vision. I could sort of make out people standing
around, it looked like the place was packed. I was
having a hard time seeing anything clearly, but I knew
deep down that the room was packed with men and it
smelled of sweat and something else�
Then I felt the person on top of me settle down and to
my amazement I felt something slippery enter me. What?
What was happening to me? Then a grunt and I vaguely
realized that a man was humping me, I was being screwed
right then and there — in a room full of men!
As the man on top of me grunted and thrust it became
clear to me what was going on. Fear and adrenalin
cleared my vision and suddenly I realized that I was
the center of attention, surrounded by men. I tried to
get up, to push the man off me but I quickly realized
that my arms and legs were strapped down.
I tried to scream at the man to get off me, but my
mouth had something tied over it so all I could do was
moan through the material and weekly struggle against
my restraints. Then my eyes flew wide as I felt this
strange man’s body stiffen and heard him gasp as he
emptied himself into me. All I could do was lie there
and take it.
I was in shock as he pulled out of me and another man
climbed onto me. The man who had just unceremoniously
emptied himself in me was maybe 35-40, white, Middle
American. The new guy looked slightly middle-eastern
and he had intense dark eyes and lots and lots of hair.
There was rich black hair on his head but his chest and
arms were so thick with hair that he almost looked
I struggled trying to move my unprotected opening away
from this man’s stiff hard-on. I didn’t want him to
fuck me. I struggled for a moment until someone beside
us reached over and held my hips allowing the man to
penetrate me. I looked over and it was the woman in the
scrubs. She smiled down at me.
It didn’t take the hairy guy long before he grunted
like an animal and he emptied himself in me. I couldn’t
believe this. Apparently they had given me something
that knocked me out long enough so that they could
strap me down and then they invited what looked like
hundreds of men into to the place to fuck me.
This couldn’t be happening to me! It was so outrageous
that I had a hard time believing that I wasn’t just
dreaming. But when this oriental looking man, maybe in
his early to late twenties climbed up onto the table
and began to position himself against my vulnerable
opening, I knew it wasn’t a dream.
I began to struggle again, trying to hold off this
Asian guy from penetrating me, but again I felt hands
on my hips and the man struggling to enter me finally
thrust in deep and groaned in pleasure as he sank all
the way into my used sticky slit.
I just lay there as he pumped into me, I could hear his
breath coming faster and faster as he built his
momentum. Then hi body tensed and he thrust one last
time and ground himself against me and I knew he was
emptying himself in me like the men before him.
It went on like this for what seemed like forever. I
was f****d to accommodate all kinds of men. My body was
strapped down and I soon began to feel sticky cum
running out of my abused slit and onto the table. But
that didn’t stop them from coming. The men were eager
to fuck me and there was nothing I could do to stop
them. My mind soon became numb as man after man mounted
me and shot his seed deep into my body, mixing his
essence along with all those others.
When they finally stopped coming, I was an exhausted
quivering mass lying there on that table totally
wasted. My body throbbed and every muscle in my body
ached. I now knew what the odor was that I’d smelled
when I had first entered the room. It was sperm, lots
and lots of sperm. God, I still couldn’t quite believe
this had happened to me. How could they have done this
As the last of the men filed out of the room, the
handsome man and the woman in the scrubs untied my
wrists and ankles and removed the gag from my mouth. I
was too exhausted to fight them or to yell my outrage.
I just let them help me up from the table and lead me
into another room. There I had a long hot shower and
the woman helped me dress and I was then led back into
the waiting room.
The handsome young man sat down beside me and took my
hands in his and looked into my eyes and said, “You
will most probably become pregnant Mrs. Davis. You have
just had unprotected sex with 100 men, including
myself,” he smiled sweetly at that. “We find that with
a huge verity of different men’s sperm the likelihood
of pregnancy is greatly increased.
“We do however, offer a guarantee, that if you don’t
become pregnant from the first procedure we will offer
you a second one at half price and continue the
procedure on that basis until you do become pregnant.”
He then smiled and again looked searchingly into my
eyes and continued, “We suggest that you keep the
actual procedure details to yourself. You should
probably not even tell your husband the specifics. We
find that spouses might become upset, and there have
even been cases were divorce was the outcome.”
Just then the door to the waiting room opened and Andy
walked in. He looked at me and smiled, “I hope this was
all worth it sweat heart. How do you feel? He asked.
I just looked up at him and said, “Tired, very, very
That was 14 months ago. It turned out that I was one of
those rare cases that took three goes to get pregnant.
By the third time I almost began to enjoy the
procedure. After all it was for a good cause, we did
want a baby after all.
My only real concern is – what will my baby look like?
I still remember the last time, there was this huge
black guy who was so powerful and such a studley
looking man, when he let loose I could almost feel his
cum rising up my throat, he left me so full. What would
Andy say if our baby turned out to be black?