Late the following Saturday, I found myself, once again, at Phoebe and Rosalind’s house. Clad in boxer shorts, and nothing else, my body was completely hairless from the neck down. My skin had barely recovered from a withering session with Marta, Rosie’s favorite Brazilian wax specialist.
I had a bad feeling, that Monday, when entering the hair removal clinic she had sent me to. Marta, the technician, was a middle-aged Russian woman who almost certainly had been a powerlifter. She did not ask me any questions, since Rosie had already briefed her on exactly what to do. This consisted of removing every hair, no matter how small, from my entire body, including around my scrotum and ass. It also included anal bleaching, which was the rudest surprise of all. Although, to be honest, by that point in the treatment, I was in so much pain from Marta’s ruthless ministrations that I was beyond caring.
Adding insult to injury, when Marta first saw my penis she had said, dismissively, “Eh, my hosband’s was beeger,” needlessly answering a question nobody had asked.
Days later, in their living room, Thorn was walking around me in a circle, inspecting the meticulous Russian’s handiwork.
“Marta really does do such good work, wouldn’t you say, Pet?”
“Yes, Miss Thorn.”
True to her word, Thorn increased the intensity of this session. She herself had switched to a red version of her costume, which was otherwise the same as before. Pet was completely nude, save her dog collar, and was presently waiting patiently on her hands and knees. She was facing away from me with her legs spread, providing a clear view of her vagina and anus. Unlike before, Thorn had attached a leash to the collar, and I could see the flared end of a butt-plug in her ass. Thorn kept it inside of Pet all night, only removing it when my dick needed to occupy the same space.
The dick in question was pointing straight out, both from anticipation of what was to come, and a backlog of sexual frustration. Unlike the previous week, Phoebe had been too tired all week to suck me off. Although I had gotten myself off instead, there was no comparison to having oral sex with my best friend, and I felt correspondingly horny. My boxers were extended in front of me, making an embarrassing tent. Thorn pointedly ignored this obvious protrusion, and, from there, events proceeded largely as they had before. I was shackled and placed under the sheet, and Thorn directed the two of them as they penetrated their holes with my condom-clad dick.
Thorn did have three major surprises for me. One was that the enormous ball-gag that I had worn last time was replaced with a similar-sized gag that also featured a short, wide dildo extending upwards from my mouth. Although still covered by the sheet, as last time, both women were able to grind their vaginas on it at various points throughout the night. In Pet’s case, she was forced to rub on it by her mistress, and in Thorn’s case, I think she just wanted to dominate me a little more by smothering my head with her pussy. Several times that evening, while Pet was riding my dick, Thorn used the mouth toy to get herself off, drenching my face with her cum each time.
The second surprise was that, after I had come inside Pet’s vagina and ass one time each, Thorn squatted over my midsection and peed all over, the powerful jet of odorless fluid saturating the sheet completely, and accumulating a puddle under my butt. While turned around, so that she couldn’t see, she directed Pet to remove the sheet, remove the condom, drink the cum from it, and then herself pee all over my exposed genitalia, too. This last part was, according to Thorn, intended to “clean the toy up”, although none of us really believed that.
Most surprising of all, though, was that after Thorn dismounted me, having just had me come inside her pussy, she made all three of us take Viagra. For me, the idea was to make sure I could get hard for longer. In the case of the two women, I found out later they’d done some research on the Internet, and had discovered that it had a similar effect on their vaginas as well, causing increased blood flow and intensity of experience.
Our session lasted over twice the duration of the previous one, and by the end I’d come three times in Pet’s ass, twice in her pussy, once in Thorn’s pussy, and three times in her ass. Even after all of that, I had a Viagra-driven erection that would not die down, so Rosalind left the room while exhausted, sweat-drenched Phoebe sucked me off, swallowing two loads before my dick finally went limp for the night.
As on the previous Saturday, the night ended with a pow-wow on the couch. All three of us were wearing bathrobes, and I was pleased to find out that they had bought me a larger one since the previous session; last time I’d used one of theirs, and it had barely covered my nakedness. They had also, thoughtfully, bought me a toothbrush, so I could freshen up my mouth. Both women were being affectionate and loving with each other, and were going through which parts of the evening they’d enjoyed the most.
“The best was that butt-plug,” Phoebe said, “that sucker really stretched me out. I couldn’t believe when you’d put it back in right after his dick. Fuckin’ brutal!”
They double-checked with me whether I had had fun too, and all I could do was grin stupidly. Shortly before I headed for home, Phoebe went to the bathroom, and Rosalind took the opportunity to ask me, in a hushed tone, “Does Phee seem off to you, Jason?”
“I think she really enjoyed things tonight, if that’s what you mean. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen her any happier.”
“No, it’s not that. I mean yes, I do agree she had fun. It’s just, she seems… off.”
“Well, now you mention it, she does seem extra tired. Even considering what the three of us were up to. And she was too tired for us to do our oral sex thing all week too.”
“You mean your throat fucking?” Rosalind said, ribbing me for being needlessly delicate.
Before we could finish the discussion, Phoebe returned, yawning.
“Time to hit the hay, y’all!” she said sleepily.
* * *
The following Tuesday afternoon, after putting in a few hours of work on my thesis, I took the bus to an expensive cafe near Rosalind’s work. The two women had asked me to meet them there. They wouldn’t tell me what it was all about, and I was nervous that they were going to inform me that our sexual adventures were going to come to an end for some reason.
They had already been seated, when I arrived, and a pretty, well-dressed hostess showed me over to their brightly-lit table. It was next to a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows looking onto the bustling street. After exchanging greetings, they both stared up at me with trepidation. They were more nervous than when they’d proposed our crazy sex sessions in the first place. My stomach felt like it was falling through the floor; it appeared my worst fears were about to be realized.
“Um, Jason,” Rosalind started. “We kind of have something to tell you, and it’s sorta embarrassing, and hopefully you won’t–”
“I’m pregnant,” Phoebe cut in.
I must have had the world’s worst poker face, at that moment, because both women were visibly taken aback by my reaction.
“You look… relieved?” Rosalind asked.
“I thought you were here to call off our Saturday sex sessions!”
“Oh, God no!” Rosalind said. “But, I guess I’m surprised you’re not, upset or something? I mean, Phee’s pregnant!”
“Sorry, I was so sure you guys were going to ‘break up’ with me,” I said, making air quotes with my hands, “it hasn’t really sunk in yet.”
My initial reaction, to be honest about it, was to get an erection. This seemed wholly immature, though, and I did not tell them about it. The first useful thought to cross my mind, after this spontaneous reaction, was that it felt odd to have gotten my best friend pregnant. Our relationship was, other than the crazy quasi-sex, no different from the Platonic friendship I would have had with a male best friend. I sat silently for a full minute, keeping my mouth shut to avoid saying anything dumb.
Gradually, all of these thoughts and emotions were swept aside by an up-welling of concern for Phoebe’s well-being. I was not sure that she ever wanted to get pregnant; of the two of them, Rosalind had seemed far more likely to be the one to choose to carry a child. Granted, this notion was based on cultural stereotypes rather than any direct knowledge of the two women’s feelings.
“I think,” I said, at last, “I mostly just want to make sure you’re okay, Phee.”
I took her hand in mine. Both women relaxed visibly.
“Thanks, Jason, you’re such an amazing friend. I am actually okay. Surprisingly okay. I definitely never thought this would be, you know, a thing for me.”
“I was always the one who was going to have a baby,” Rosalind interjected, “But I kept putting it off. I was scared I guess. And, honestly, now that Phee’s pregnant, I’ve realized it’s not actually something I would be comfortable with, after all.”
Phoebe took her guilty-looking wife’s hand.
“It’s a little scary for me, too,” Phoebe said, “but I am going to go ahead with it, and I… to be honest, I’m looking forward to it more than I would have expected.”
There was momentary pause as her words sunk in.
“Look, Jason, I’m not going to pretend to ask for your approval here. It is my body,” she added.
“Of course!” I said.
“But I would like your,” she continued, “support, if you’ll give it.”
“It would mean a lot to her, and me too, for what that’s worth,” Rosalind added.
“Phoebe,” I said seriously, squeezing her hand and taking Rosalind’s as well, “I will support both of you in any way I can, as much as I can, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.”
Rosalind and Phoebe started to cry. A stray drop even rolled down my cheek. The three of us hugged across the little table and were silent for a few minutes.
“Just to be clear,” Phoebe said at last, “we don’t want you to be Dad. This going to be a strictly two mommies situation.”
“That’s fine!” I said, then added, “But can I be Uncle?”
“Yes, you can be Uncle Jay,” Phoebe said with a smile.
“I’d like that, too,” added her wife. “Also, and I guess this is getting ahead of ourselves, could you be with me at the birth? If it’s okay with you, of course, Phee?”
“Fine with me,” Phoebe said, in mock exasperation. “It’s not as if he hasn’t seen my junk already.”
With this, she gave a pointed look at her blushing wife. The waiter, who had been hovering discretely, came over to take our orders, and we passed a pleasant hour chatting with each other. Now that the big reveal was over, I felt happier and happier as the minutes rolled by. Then a thought struck me.
“So hang on a second, ladies,” I said, “how did this actually happen?”
“Didn’t your parents teach you about the birds and the bees, Jason?” Rosalind asked sweetly.
“Not that, but I just kinda assumed you all were on the pill?”
“Well, I am!” Rosalind said.
“And I’m, obviously, not,” Phoebe said, face reddening. “Actually I can’t take it. I tried once, but it had some weird side effects — I’ll spare you the details — and the doc said I had to stop.”
“Okay, so you two do know that condoms aren’t exactly the most effective birth control?”
“I sure do now!” Phoebe said, pointing at her still-flat tummy.
“It’s kind of something we’re not that familiar with,” Rosalind explained sheepishly. “Never been an issue before?”
To this day, I’m not entirely sure if I believe that Rosalind was being honest, at this moment. It has occurred to me, on more than one occasion since then, that perhaps she wanted Phoebe to get pregnant, so that she herself wouldn’t have to go through giving birth. But there was no way I was going to accuse her of that; both of them seemed as joyous as I’d ever seen them, and it would have been mean to spoil that with my suspicions.
“So, with that out of the way, are you free next Saturday?” Phoebe asked.
“I’ll be there with bells on!”
I hung around the table by myself after Rosalind paid the check and the two of them left together, claiming I was going to wait for an Uber to pick me up. The reality was that my dick had been hard throughout the entire meal, and I needed a few minutes for it to soften before I stood up. Apparently getting Phoebe pregnant was a massive turn-on for me. I had had no idea. Meg and I had once discussed possibly having kids some day, but at the time it had not seemed erotic. I wasn’t sure what to make of this development. Would I feel the same way about impregnating a different woman, or was this effect related to Phoebe? I was to find out sooner than I thought.
* * *
The following Saturday turned out to be a much lighter version than even our first three-way encounter. Thorn was being gentler with Pet, now that she was carrying their child. A few days later, Phoebe asked me for another favor. I was finally starting to feel like the balance was evening out between us.
“Do you remember Rhea?” Phoebe asked, referring to her friend, the post-doc in the Department of Public Health, for whom I’d filled out a lengthy survey about breastfeeding within my extended family.
“Sure! Does she have another study for me to join?”
“No, this favor is for Rosie and me. Well, some of our friends, actually. But Rhea did give us the idea.”
“Tell me more,” I said, intrigued.
“Well, so I told Rhea I was pregnant. I know you’re not supposed to this early, but I just had to tell someone and kinda blurted it out. And, y’know what’s weird, I think she already knew? She was looking at me funny even before.”
“Well, her whole job right now seems to be to study pregnant women, I guess, or at least recently-pregnant ones.”
“True. Anyway, when I told her, she got, like, insanely excited. And of course asked me all about how it had happened. She assumed I’d used some kind of sperm donor, or maybe a relative of Rosie’s or something. I gave her a kind of edited version of how it actually happened, and she was fascinated. It was almost weird, to be honest, even if she does study this stuff for a living. Anyway, she suggested Rosie and I ask some of our friends if they’d, uh, like to use the same mechanism?”
“I’d be surprised if anyone would take you up on that.”
“Wrong! There’s seven that wanna do it.”
“Wait, what?” I exclaimed.
We were sitting on the couch and my cock stiffened rapidly. Phoebe looked down at my midsection.
“I think I already know what your answer is,” she said, half-jokingly.
I blushed, but persisted in my skepticism.
“Wait, these women are lesbians right?”
“Ever last one of ’em!”
“And they want to have sex with me?”
“No, they way to have sex with Miss Thorn’s amazingly life-like organic sex toy.”
“And get pregnant.”
“And that, yes.”
My cock was straining at my pants. Rather than continue the conversation, Phoebe knelt in front of me, unzipped my fly, pulled my dick through my boxer shorts, and put it in her mouth. She had to suck me off twice, both times swallowing every drop, before it would calm down again.
“You, uh,” Phoebe said wickedly, “really seem to get off on the idea of knocking us ladies up.”
“If I tried to deny it, would you believe me?”
“No,” Phoebe said flatly. “Anyway, there’s another thing. I told Rhea about the Viagra we used that one time, and she said she had something much better she could hook you up with, although sadly it would not work for Rosie and me to take it.”
“She just happens to have super secret mega Viagra just lying around?”
“No dummy, her PI knows someone at some biotech startup. I guess they’re in the late stages of a trial. It’s totally safe; they’re just wrapping up FDA approval. She could get you in.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. I even have the waiver here, you just need to sign it, and she can give us the sample for free.”
“What’s supposed to be better about it?” I asked, still not convinced.
Phoebe looked at some notes she had taken on her phone.
“Let’s see here: you can take it as little as five minutes in advance, there is no chance of headaches, it lasts for 24 hours, and you also won’t get, um, unwanted extra boners like those two you got that last time. Which I’ll be thankful for, by the way. Remember who had to get them to go away last time?”
The lack of headaches sealed it for me. The day after I had taken Viagra I’d felt a raging pain behind my eyes. I signed the form. I was still slightly dubious about this supposed miracle drug, but Phoebe seemed sincere, and, as always, I wanted to make her happy.
After that, we went through the logistics of how the impregnation would be conducted. One critical part was that I was to play act as if all of this was a surprise, for Rosalind’s benefit, even though she had full knowledge of the conversation Phoebe and I were having.
“Rosie really gets into her role!” I commented.
“You have no idea,” Pet agreed.
For the next few days, I went back and forth about whether I should go through with having seven more children, even if I wouldn’t be raising them, or even necessarily know who the moms were. I could not come up with any moral objections to it; surely these women would have kids one way or another, if they wanted to conceive in this unusual fashion, why not? Ultimately I realized that I was only having an internal debate on the matter to distract myself from a more central issue: I was really turned on by the idea, and had no idea where that came from.
* * *
Two and a half weeks later, long enough for the future moms all to get off of birth control, I was back at Phoebe’s house, standing naked, again save for my boxer shorts, in the living room. Miss Thorn was standing in front of me wearing a tight-fitting Halloween doctor’s costume, complemented with a real stethoscope from the university hospital. Pet was naked, save for her usual collar, leash, and, in a new twist, thick, padded leather blindfold buckled solidly around her eyes. Thorn’s jealous nature had, it turned out, not softened at all, and she did not want her wife to see the other women naked, even on this unusual night. I also was not allowed to see any of the women at all, nor were they allowed to see any part of me except for my condom-clad penis, which would, as usual, extend from the hole in the center of the sheet.
I had taken Rhea’s super Viagra, or whatever it was, about an hour earlier. Contrary to my expectations, it had not come in pill form. I had to squeeze it out from an odd, disposable metallic tube. I could not identify the metal the curious container was made out of. As far as I could tell, it was a flexible carbon fiber of some sort. The cap was unusual too, heptagonal instead of hexagonal or circular, as one would normally expect.
As directed, I swallowed all four ounces of the gel that came out. The citrus-flavored paste contained small, flavorless granules the size and consistency of poppy seeds. Nothing happened, at first, and then I was overcome by a sharp wave of nausea. For a split-second, I thought I might vomit, but the feeling passed as rapidly as it had come on, and I soon forgot all about the odd sensation. Thinking more about the sex I was about to have than anything else, I threw the empty tube away, something I ended up regretting much later.
* * *
“Toy,” Dr. Thorn said to me, “Pay attention!”
My eyes had drifted down to Pet’s hairy, exposed vagina. As before, she was on all fours. As had been the case the last time we’d gotten together, I noted the butt plug from last time was missing, and Thorn was to go much easier on her submissive wife in other ways, too, no doubt because of her pregnancy. Now around six weeks in, Pet was showing a barely perceptible baby bump.
“Tonight, Toy, I have decided to put you to a better use. Since we have discovered,” here she gestured down at Pet, “that my toy has one other useful function beyond pleasuring us, I have decided that it will be used to inseminate some friends of mine. They would prefer to conceive with a method I have vetted, rather than an anonymous sperm donor, artificial insemination, or, worst of all, intercourse with an actual male. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Dr. Thorn.”
“Just to be clear, Toy: who decides when, where and how my toy’s sperm is used to impregnate women?”
“You do, Dr. Thorn,” I said meekly.
“Do you have any say in the matter?”
“No, Dr. Thorn.”
“Good, I’m glad we have that straight. Now let me show you how this is going to work.”
She held up a large, bright pink rubber condom, right in front of my face.
“Feel the tip of it,” she commanded.
I took end of the rubber between my thumb and index finger. Thorn had cut a small hole there, about the width of a pea.
“Each prophylactic has been modified in this way. The toy will not be experiencing true vaginal sex with the clients, yet it will be providing them pleasure, and also will allow them to be impregnated. We will repeat this exercise every two days until all seven have passed their pregnancy tests. Any questions?”
“No, Miss– Doctor Thorn!”
“Pet,” Thorn said sternly, now turning to look down at her wife, “you are to clean Toy between each conception. Under no circumstances are you to remove your blindfold. Also, you may not touch any of the women, and are to kneel in the corner quietly while they are conceiving.”
“Yes, Doctor Thorn,” Pet said obediently. “How will I find the toy, though, if I can’t see?”
“That’s your problem,” Thorn said sternly, “And if you can’t figure it out, you will be punished. Now, no more questions!”
Thorn left the room and Pet began to prepare my body, shackling my arms and legs, inserting the combination gag and dildo into my mouth, and sliding the safe word clicker between my fingers. The procedure took twice as long as before, because she couldn’t see, and had to feel around for the bondage implements. Another reason the preparation took longer was that Thorn had added a new wrinkle to the black sheet. Around the area of my mouth was another grommet like the one for my dick. The rubber toy extending from my mouth would now be exposed directly through this orifice. Unseeing Pet struggled with this additional setup, which included rolling a condom over the top of the dildo.
My bare cock was sticking straight up already, even without Pet having touched it yet. It had been stiff for a while, in fact, anticipating the imminent conception attempts.
“It’s harder than usual,” Pet said, as she rolled the first, intentionally-sabotaged condom over the tip of my penis, “did you take that stuff from Rhea?”
“Yep, you can tell the difference?”
“Uh-huh! Most people probably wouldn’t, but I’ve seen, and felt, a lot of your penis lately.”
Pet crawled to the corner to assume her mandatory kneeling position, and soon Thorn returned with my first so-called client. I could feel Thorn’s feet brush against the sides of my torso as she straddled me, and then, I suspect, she took the anonymous woman’s hands so that she could maintain her balance while descending onto my cock. As the woman got lower, so did Thorn, and by the time I felt a familiar pressure on the tip of my dick, Thorn’s pussy was hovering above my face. Based on the enticing odor, I suspected she was not wearing panties and was, herself, getting off on what was about to happen.
“Just take your time, Jane, it’s a really substantial toy,” Thorn said in her everyday, gentle, radio DJ-like voice.
Each hopeful mom-to-be had a fake name, to preserve anonymity, and I heard the woman whisper a question to Thorn. I could not make out the response, but Jane began to rub her vagina along the shaft of my penis. Whoever she was, she had athletic legs. Even considering that Thorn was helping her, she was moving her hips up and down without much support, and without, as far as I could tell, even breathing hard. Gradually I began to hear, and, to a lesser extent, feel as Jane’s pussy started to get wet. At last, a hand reached down, I’m not sure whose, and held my cock in position. Jane now pushed down with enough force to breach the opening of her vagina.
Even more so than Pet, Jane had clearly not used many sex toys on herself. Up to that point in my life, my cock had never been inside such a tight pussy.
“Jesus Christ that hurts!” Jane yelled as the head of my cock slid an inch inside her.
Although she had spoken out loud, I didn’t recognize her voice. She swiveled her hips up to pull me out of herself, a bad move. The sudden absence of my wide dick allowed her vagina to contract sharply and painfully. She screamed again and began breathing heavily. It sounded like she was close to hyperventilating.
“Are you okay, honey?” Thorn asked softly, “You can take a break and try later if you want?”
Jane grunted angrily. Someone gripped my cock again, and she pushed down hard, stifling a scream as her lips unwillingly parted. She bore down slowly, letting herself open up, groaning painfully all the while.
“Let me help you open up, Jane,” Thorn said.
I felt Jane’s body shift around me, and heard an occasional moan of pleasure mixed in with the more frequent groans of agony. Thorn was rubbing Jane’s clitoris, which struck me as hypocritical, since Pet wasn’t even allowed to look at other women, let alone touch their genitals. ‘Relationships are rarely fair,’ I mused.
As painful as the experience was for Jane, it was intensely pleasurable for me. Knowing that I was going to knock her up, by itself, was powerfully arousing. The pressure her narrow canal and panicking muscles put on my shaft felt wonderful, as well. And lastly, thinking about the mere fact that she was putting herself through such agony to fit my cock inside was turning my brain into a pretzel.
Thorn rubbed more and more vigorously on Jane’s clit, bringing about a loud orgasm, and eventually I felt her narrow vagina clamp down so hard that I briefly wondered if my cock would burst. After a number of spasms, her muscles relaxed again, and she began tentatively to move, only to stop again as she discovered her post-orgasmic vagina was far too sensitive to handle further stimulation.
“Did the toy release inside you yet?” Thorn asked.
My cock throbbed in response to this sexy comment. Jane whispered a response that I was unable to hear, and Thorn responded by sitting down, with almost all her weight, and grinding on the exposed mouth dildo with her pussy. Soon I felt liquid streaming from her, around the edges of the grommet, into my mouth, and I lost my mind, shooting waves of sperm into Jane.
“Holy fuck!,” Jane vocalized, as she felt the sensation of a man’s cum shooting up inside her for the first time in her life. Thorn directed her to stay still while until all the semen had finished entering her body. Then, after slowly pulling off of me, the panting woman was directed to the other room.
“When you get to the bedroom, Jane, lie on your back, grab behind your knees, and roll back for about twenty minutes,” Doctor Thorn said, possibly more for my benefit than Jane’s, “It will help with conception, dear.” Meanwhile, Pet, after fumbling around blindfolded, cleaned me up and easily got me rock hard again after about ten seconds of stimulation. Even taking into account the heightened eroticism of the situation, this was record fast, and I’m sure it was due to the drug Rhea had supplied for me.
The next four clients had the false names Mary, Lucy, Lisa and Beth. Mary, unlike Jane, must have used large toys a lot, as she slipped the better part of my rubber-clad cock inside herself without complaint. She did not seem inclined to move much, and her vagina, despite feeling wonderful, did not stimulate me as Jane’s tighter one had. Thorn masturbated Mary to get her muscles to clamp down, all the while keeping up a stream of sexy conversation, and ground away at the mouth dildo to keep me excited. When Mary came for the second time, her pussy clenched more tightly than it had the first time, coaxing me into cumming at last, drenching her cervix with my seed.
Lucy had a shallow vagina that could only take in about three inches of my shaft. Even so, she did not mind the girth of my penis, and bounced up and down energetically for almost half an hour without any moans of pain. She finally brought me to orgasm without any help from Thorn, or even having cum herself.
Lisa’s vagina was only slightly deeper than Lucy, and she rode in a reverse cowgirl position, again without help from Thorn. She came easily, having three orgasms before I did.
Beth ended up being the most nervous of the lot, even more so than Jane. She screamed in pain as I entered her and needed several breaks, as well as lots of gentle support from Thorn, before keeping me inside long enough to ejaculate.
“Did you try opening yourself up with those toys I suggested, dear?” Thorn asked gently, when Beth’s ordeal was over.
“We tried, Ros– Doctor Thorn!” she said. “But it just hurt too much and Tr–, um, my partner, couldn’t bring herself to keep forcing it. I’m sorry! I just still wanted to go through with it.”
Beth sounded embarrassed. Although I couldn’t see, I imagined her face being bright red.
“That’s okay, dear,” Thorn said, although knowing her as well as I did, I could hear an undertone of exasperation. “Now run along and assume the position like others did, okay?”
“Yes, Doctor Thorn,” Beth said timidly.
During the clean-up session following Beth’s impregnation attempt, I became certain that the substance Rhea had provided was a true wonder drug. If I had had any money at the time, I would have tried to invest in that startup. Despite having just come inside five women, with no breaks, Pet was still able to get me fully hard with only a few bobs of her head.
“This is almost too easy,” she whispered, a note of disappointment creeping into her voice.
Next, for reasons that would soon become clear, Pet groped blindly around my face for the protruding mouth dildo, and removed the rubber. So far, only Thorn had made use of the implement, so there had been no need to swap it out. As Pet was rolling down its replacement, Thorn interjected.
“Pet, dear, I’m afraid that won’t do. The next client does not want a condom on there, I’m afraid. And I believe I’ve used that dildo raw before.”
Pet sat back, clearly unsure what her wife was driving at. I believe that had she not been pregnant, Thorn would have spanked her for this.
“I suppose I should not expect you to be quick on your feet all of a sudden, Pet, since you’ve been so slow up to now. You will need to clean my old vaginal fluid off of the dildo with your mouth, dear. Be quick about it please, I would not like to have to punish you with a crowd so close by.”
Without hesitation, Pet bent over me and put her lips around the tip of the protruding rubber dildo. It would have been easy for her to take in the whole thing, as its overall size was significantly smaller than my dick, and Pet was able to take that balls deep. She was reluctant to go much further past the tip, however, and belatedly I realized why. If she went all the way, she would be perilously close to making out with me, her best and strictly Platonic friend.
“All the way down, Pet,” Thorn said warningly, “there is plenty to clear off near the base.”
With, I would guess, an extreme degree of embarrassment, Pet swallowed the rest of the dildo. Thorn was not satisfied until her wife’s wide open lips were making a tight seal with the grommet. My own mouth was less than a centimeter from my best friend’s, and the ball gag was being pushed towards my tonsils. I could barely breathe, although I’m not sure how much of that was due to the pressure at the top of my throat versus the wildly taboo nature of almost kissing my best friend on the lips. Irrationally, that seemed far more intimate than her giving me blow jobs.
“You need to move more to clean it properly,” Thorn said.
She put one hand on Pet’s forehead, and one on the back of her head, and began to piston her wife’s head. At first, I could feel Pet’s neck muscles tense on the down-stroke, vainly trying to avoid almost kissing me. Her wife was unbending, however, and continued to control Pet’s head until she relaxed. Only after about thirty more strokes of compliant quasi-kissing did Thorn let up on her humiliated wife.
* * *
The next woman to be impregnated was supposed to have the name Cleo, but I figured out who it was almost immediately. For one thing, she was the first client to bring her partner to help her, instead of allowing Dr. Thorn to do so. For another, she was unable to stay quiet for long.
“Oh my fuckin’ God, check that out, baby!” Cleo said to her wife, upon seeing my bright pink rubber-encased dick, already having forgotten to whisper.
I could only imagine the annoyed look on Thorn’s face; she disliked it when her role-play was invalidated in any way. It was too late, though; I recognized the voice as Alicia’s. The other woman would, of course, be Ruby, her spouse. The couple were regulars at the Caps bar, and Phoebe and I had chatted with them often. They were not hockey fans, but liked the ambiance even on game nights, so were often around when we were there. The other patrons called them “the Twins”, even though they were not blood relatives. This was due to their remarkably similar appearance. Both were the same height, a few inches over five feet, and had similar bodies. Both were also Latina, and had the same rectangular face with pretty, soft features and beautiful eyes so dark they looked to be all pupil. The mischievous pair played up this similarity, usually wearing the same outfits, and maintaining meticulously identical makeup and hairstyle.
“Oh sorry!” Alicia said, and then realized she still wasn’t whispering, “Shit! Oops!”
“Don’t worry about it,” Doctor Thorn said unconvincingly, “Let’s just move on before the toy gets fatigued.”
Ruby whispered something in response, and then I heard Thorn walking into the other room. Alicia sat unceremoniously on my cock. With a few strokes, I was buried halfway inside her, and soon after was hitting her cervix. She began to moan loudly as her wet pussy ground up and down. At the same time, her wife sat on the mouth dildo, and began to move in a circular motion. Ruby’s vagina had a different scent from Thorn’s, a pleasant smell not unlike Gruyere cheese. The pair, facing each other, embraced and began making out noisily and massaging each other’s boobs. Alicia came first, and her vagina squeezed me with medium pressure compared to the other clients that night. Ruby followed with her own climax, right above my face, a few minutes later, and then Alicia came again. At this moment, a number of things happened at once.
“I think it broke!” Alicia panted, still in the throes of cumming.
“Baby what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Ruby asked.
Before Alicia could answer, I figured out what Alicia had actually meant. The small pea-sized hole in the condom must have failed, growing wider until it slipped past the head of my cock. I could now feel her well-lubricated canal sliding directly on my sensitive, bare skin. Completely unprepared for this, I began cumming inside her, my body jerking violently. It was the first time I’d had raw vaginal intercourse since breaking up with Meg.
“Ooh!” she exclaimed, as warm semen sprayed her cervix, then, remembering her wife’s question, “I meant the condom broke, honey.”
Alicia did not seem at all disturbed by this turn of events.
“That felt… amazing!” she said happily as she slid off of me a minute later.
I could hear Pet rustling in the corner, making to crawl over to us. Thorn was still in the other room checking on the five other clients.
“That’s okay, chicka!” Ruby called out to Pet, “You can just hang there! If, um, ‘Cleo’ got it raw like that, it’s no fair if I have to have that rubber thing on there.”
“But it was on there most of the time, honey,” Alicia said in a pouting voice.
“Okay, well, how about if we start with it on, but pull it down after a while?”
This was getting complicated, but I couldn’t talk, so couldn’t help resolve the situation. Fortunately, Ruby had a simplifying suggestion.
“Or, how about I ride the toy bare, and then you can ride it again, but also bare too, honey?”
“Okay, that seems fair enough,” Alicia said, “But then you’ll probably wanna do it again too.”
Apparently these two were as big on matching experiences as they were on matching their appearances.
“Pho– I mean, Pet,” Ruby called out, “can Toy here go that many times?”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Pet replied, “I’m guessing it’s hard again?”
There was a pause, then Ruby said, “Yeah, like a frickin’ obelisk!”
“Well then, you’ve got nothing to worry about. He took some kind of uber Viagra earlier, and I think it’s really working; it could fuck its way through the entire Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders squad tonight,” Pet explained.
Spurred on by Pet’s encouragement, the pair wasted no time in switching positions. Alicia’s vagina, now buried to the hilt on the mouth dildo, had much less scent, and Ruby’s, about the same depth as her wife’s, was already wrapped around my cock, contracting rhythmically.
“Can you feel that?” Ruby asked me.
“Mrph!” I said, hoping they’d understand it to mean yes.
“Are you doing your Kegels?” Alicia asked in mock annoyance, and then add an “ooh” sound as her pussy lips rubbed around the base of the dildo.
“Yeah!” Ruby replied.
“Show off!” her wife chided her.
In the end, I came inside both women twice that evening.
* * *
Two days later, Mary, Alicia, Ruby and I were back at the house for another conception attempt. Only Mary and Ruby had not had positive pregnancy tests, and were back for another session with Doctor Thorn. Alicia was there to support her wife, and have fun with my dick, which she was now referring to “our new favorite sex toy.” It was fortunate there were only two women to impregnate this time, plus one to just cum inside for pleasure, as I didn’t have any more of Rhea’s drug available. Ignoring Thorn’s disapproving look, Alicia and Ruby both refused to use a condom at all, this time around.
Phoebe texted me the following morning with the good news that Mary had conceived. Rosalind theorized that Mary’s cavernous pussy had simply leaked out too much semen the first time around, before she could get into position on her back. I wasn’t sure that was likely, but could hardly complain about penetrating Mary’s unique vagina one more time, even if she had been among the least enthusiastic clients. Ruby still had not conceived, however.
“The Twins have a request,” Phoebe wrote, “and somehow I think you’re not going to mind.”
“Lay it on me,” I replied.
“They want to skip the Thorn stuff and just have you come to their place and keep trying?”
This was like finding out I’d have to eat ice cream every night for a week, in the name of Science.
“Yeah, you were right. No problem.”
“Okay, I’ll give them your number if that’s okay. They’re kinda flighty, so it might be awhile before you hear from them.”