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On Memorial Day week-end a few years ago, we had a party for our friends at our house. The guys separated and talked about sports, cars, politics, or whatever guys talk about. We girls talked about fashion, clothes and babies. All of the girls were in their 20’s and married. We realized that our biological clocks were ticking. None of us were pregnant or even trying, so we discussed techniques and timing. A girl mentioned erotic lingerie, you know, help grease the working parts. She suggested the schoolgirl outfit that becomes the very naughty pregnant schoolgirl, another suggested that we wear the harem outfit and be the “chosen girl” for the night brought to the prince, who may not touch the girl for an hour while she does a lap dance to generate more fluid in that prostate engine. All we needed to do was cater to the little head and the big head was going to be a father so why not keep the little head so full of erotic and sensual thoughts it doesn’t have time to think about what was happening “down there” as he was being squeezed and milked.

The group quickly came to the realization that being impregnated in July would have the Bun in the Oven over the winter and in March after the winter we would deliver and have the summer to be able to resume activities with the baby outside. Another girl said that the peak time for a guy sexually is in his early 20’s and the best time to conceive for a woman is in her 20’s. A woman in her 20s has a 95% chance of conceiving with fewer medical complications. Also we all wore these cute bikinis (I was a 34B). We observed that women in their 20’s recovered their figures faster than the women in their 30’s. Most of the girls decided to take matters into there own hands and “help” the hubby’s move into daddies by whatever ”help” they needed. The next step was to conceive, but that was easier said than done. Here are the steps we planned.

1- Communication – first thing talk to hubby and ask him to do the deed. Sounds easy but most guys are hesitant. The guys that said yes did the deed and bingo bongo, baby time. The ones that were adamant NO were to be asked each month and convinced. The guys that said “maybe or soon” had to be encouraged. One of the girls had said it reminded her of when she was single and the guys wanted to bed her. If she said YES, she had sex. If she said NO, she lost the boyfriend, and if she said maybe or soon, the guy launched a campaign to convince her, like flowers & alcohol, dinner & alcohol, a long walk & alcohol, drinks & alcohol, the girls got the picture. Sometimes unless she shouted NO or STOP, the cock was kind of forced in. Of course once it was inserted she was fine with the mating. So she said turnabout is fair play.

2- Timing – most of the girls were ovulating on a regular schedule so it was easy for them to figure out the “best” night to become mommies. Now came the tricky part, to help the guys deliver the baby juice in the right place and at the right moment and realize that most of us used some form of birth control which had to be disabled.

3- Plan – the next day they all talked, one of us said to make it look like an accidental pregnancy, this way we could look sweet and innocent.

a- first step was easy, when your fertile time comes around be unavailable for 2-3 days, to help build up the baby milk and to get hubby horny as hell, on a hair trigger the way you need him. (I said I was sick and wore flannel for 3 nights and wanted to be left alone).

b- The next step depended on the method of conception used. For the rhythm girls it was easiest, drink lots of water and make your pussy not seem fertile. For the pill users, some medicines counteract the pill and sometimes we girls mess up a day or 2 and have to use another method, which fails badly.

c- For the diaphragm girls make the “important night” an aerobics night, jump up & down on that cock and milk all the baby making fluid out of that hard cock then blame it on one of those sneaky sperm that went around the diaphragm (which actually was left in its case)

d- The hardest group was the condom users (like us). It’s hard to conceive with a raincoat on that hard cock.

Turned out one of the girls had it easy, she knew they would be out drinking on Saturday night(which was her most fertile night), so she kept away from hubby for 4 nights. When they came home she waited for hubby go to sleep before her. She then put on a baby doll short nightgown and no panties. In the middle of the night (OK 20 minutes after she got into bed) she woke up hot and ripe and pulled up her nightgown waist high. Then I was told she kind of reached over to her prize bull and rubbed him and all I know is that before he was fully awake he was a daddy. I never found out if she rode him or maneuvered him into her saddle. The funniest story came from a blonde young lady, she said that it was all so confusing, her boyfriend always took care of condoms, and she knew she could not mess with those things. She also said her boyfriend got drunk sometimes and worried if maneuvering him into the saddle while drunk would produce drunken sperm? Mother nature has a way of helping, after the beach they took a shower, They both were sandy and salty and decided to shower together, after they washed each others fronts the soap fell in back of her, as she turned her back and knelt he grasped her hips, the breeding dance occurred and in a few months her belly swelled.

I had an interesting problem; hubby always took charge of the condom ritual. I decided to offer to place the baby proof condom on and off the cock. An interesting thing happened, when I was at the height of my fertility, an X was cut with an Exacto knife on the tip of the condom so that when hubby released me his baby making cum, nearly a drop stayed in the condom, but almost all was safely deposited on my cervix. I decided to stimulate him all day at the beach by wearing a bikini I know he likes and by asking a girlfriend of mine to help. I asked her to wear a skimpy leopard skin bikini with a push up bikini top kind of a thong bottom and act all innocent around hubby but bend over and let him see her firm 36 C’s (he has a sexual crush on her, and she knows it and loves teasing him). When I told him how much I wanted him, his prostate went crazy producing baby batter and he was so primed to breed that he had no chance at all.

He never thought to look at some silly little condom. Once we got home he almost raped me. He was so hard and full of baby making cream I had difficulty preventing him from Cumming until he was safely deep in my pussy. I knew I had to limit the foreplay and Mother Nature made me so wet and slippery and maternally charged that I was ready for the big event in seconds from getting home. His cock was huge and ready, so I ripped open a condom, let it fall safely into a shoe (so it hid) and placed my “special” condom on his mommy maker. I held his cock as I got to the bed, sat my butt on a pillow and lead his daddy maker to my wet pussy. Intromission having been accomplished the baby dance continued in the usual manner. I prevented him from switching positions as I wanted to receive his gift deep on my cervix.

Once he was in the saddle, I kept him there until he unloaded his precious cargo. He tried to pull out wanting to do doggie position. I was afraid he might detect the cut condom with the open flap right by his cock head. Realizing that I had taken aerobics and they always told us girls that strong legs and thighs are important for child bearing, I decided it would work with child making also, so quickly I tightened my legs on his ass and made a few well timed hip thrusts then countered his attempts to withdraw, I knew I only had of few seconds of required control until the inevitable occurred. It didn’t take long and I was rewarded with lots of baby soldiers, ready to do battle with my egg. My orgasms started from the moment of insertion and wouldn’t and couldn’t stop until all his baby butter had spread all over my womb.

I held him deep and even squeezed my legs tighter to use that old fireman’s helmet on his cock to push the batter even higher onto my cervix and held him fast while still in me. I’ve heard that if the cock withdraws while still fully erect he can pull the sperm out. When he had shrunken I allowed him to slip out of me. As he withdrew I made a big deal of removing his (empty) condom. I pulled him down for a kiss and caused his cock to brush up against and almost enter me again, this time bareback, no condom. This was my excuse if I got pregnant.

By thanksgiving most of the young ladies bellies were growing as was mine and by March, I had to buy lots of baby gifts. The next summer many of us were lactating. None of the men minded, they were all happy.