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The Mating Clinic  Pt 1   16k

by Zeta

==================================================================

   By the year 2090 anything could happen (and for that matter,
   probably will). What if a nuclear accident were to render most
   of the male population impotent and a large part of the female
   population infertile. The task of rebuilding society would then
   be left to a few dedicated studs. These thoughts flitted through
   my mind as I was sitting in a field one day watching a ram
   diligently going about his procreational activities with a flock
   of sheep. Idly musing what could happen if human society
   organised itself along similar lines provided the inspiration
   for the following fantasy, which I hope you will enjoy.

==================================================================

'Good morning, may I help you?'

Karen regarded the receptionist uncertainly. 'Uh, I have an
appointment for this morning. It's Karen Condrey.'

While the receptionist consulted her records, Karen regarded her
surroundings with approval. The walls were decorated in pale
shades of cream and beige and large windows looked out on to an
attractively landscaped garden, giving an impression of
spaciousness and light. On the wall opposite there hung a large
landscape depicting nymphs and water sprites in the style of the
Morandian Thespiasts, which had recently come into vogue again
amongst the fashionable set.

'Cardington ... Clevin ... Condrey. Yes, here it is.' The
receptionist frowned then looked up, 'There's no record of a
mating type though.'

'I wasn't sure at the time.' Karen's reply was delivered with an
overtone of embarrassment.

'Ah, then you may wish to discuss this aspect with one of our
counsellors. You may wait in the room to your left.'

Karen thanked her and stepped across to the room indicated. A
painting of creatures from classical mythology hung on a wall
adjacent to the single window. The room was furnished with three
comfortable chairs arranged around a low table. Karen selected a
chair and glanced idly through a magazine lying on the table.
Presently she was joined by a young woman in the formal dress of
the clinic staff.

'Good morning, I am Ailsa Hardy,' she smiled as she drew up a
chair opposite Karen. 'I understand that you have not yet
decided upon a stud.'

'That is correct,' replied Karen. 'Perhaps you could explain the
options.'

'Of course. The clinic offers several distinct services. Our
standard programme, which we also call the 'One Star' consists
of a single mating on each of three consecutive days during your
most fertile period. You may choose from any of our male studs
or may elect to have artificial insemination if you prefer.'

'I see. What do most people do.'

'Well a traditional physical mating is the most popular of
course and we do attach importance to being fertilised in the
right atmosphere and mood. It is difficult to achieve such
conditions with an artificial insemination but despite that, I
must say that a certain percentage of our clientele opt for this
method.

However, a few years ago there was something of a scandal
involving stored semen. You might remember hearing about it. It
involved substituting an inferior semen for the type claimed
then charging for the quality product. There was an outcry and
ever since, artificial insemination has been looked upon with a
certain suspicion. Naturally,' she hastened to add, 'our own
semen is beyond reproach, and procedures have been adopted to
prevent a recurrence of the fraud.'

She went on, 'In our clinic we employ only proven studs of
excellent quality. Their genetic background is thoroughly
researched and a detailed analysis is available to you on
request. By the way, are you married?'

Karen nodded, 'But like all our friends, my husband is sterile.
It took us a while to establish this as,' she hesitated with a
trace of embarrassment, 'he can only manage a mating once in two
or three months.'

Ailsa nodded, 'Yes, that is normal. Recent research shows that
at present, about ten percent of the male population is capable
of impregnating a woman but only about two percent with any
degree of certainty - hence our clinics.' She smiled wanly,
'Consequently when a virile male is discovered there is some
lively competition to engage his services in one of the
agencies. Not all accept,' she mused. 'Some prefer freelance
fucking, as the saying goes, and although their fee is generally
smaller than the clinics there is a much greater risk of
inheriting an unsuitable genetic background.'

'I have heard that the studs are tireless in their work,' Karen
ventured. 'How is this possible when normal men can manage so
little?'

Ailsa continued: 'There is a ready explanation. We have
developed a range of hormones and potions which give a greatly
augmented sexual capacity as well as encouraging a vigorous lust
in our studs. Each clinic guards its secret recipes jealously
although in practice and just between ourselves, they work to
much the same effect.'

'With such an effective treatment, why then, is this programme
not made available to our husbands?'

Ailsa considered a moment. 'It has been tried of course, but
generally with disappointing results. The programme augments
mating capacity but there has to be a certain threshold level to
start with. Most of the male population fall below this
threshold so in their case the treatment is ineffective. Another
factor is cost. The ingredients are highly priced and the
expense lies beyond the capacity of most ordinary citizens.'

'I see. What effect would these treatments have on women?'

'I'm not sure if I understand what you mean,' Ailsa frowned.

Karen flushed slightly then went on, 'I mean the part that
'promotes desire'. Does that work on women too?'

'Not exactly, but for this purpose we employ different
ingredients which are effective with females. These aids are
available to our clients at a small extra charge, and in a range
of strengths to suit different temperaments. Some ladies who
would ordinarily be embarrassed or even repelled at prospect of
mating with a stranger have reported very satisfactory results
with our Number Three Enhancer. Our most vigorous is the Number
Five product but that is normally available only to clients
taking the Two or Three Star course - which I have not explained
to you yet so perhaps I had better do so now.'

'Our standard service, as I mentioned earlier, consists of a
single mating on each of three days. The actual impregnation
takes less than ten minutes. This suits the busy executive who
attaches small importance to personal gratification and has
limited time for dalliance. It also suits those ladies who, for
various moral reasons, feel that they should not enjoy a mating.
However, clients of this category are in the minority.'

'Our Two Star treatment is standard and involves half-day mating
sessions over the three days of your most fertile period. This
is a very popular programme and on each half-day you would be
serviced around half a dozen times or more depending on your
wishes. The use of appropriate enhancers can add considerably to
the quality of your experience. Fertilisation rate is high for
this option.'

'Our most comprehensive course is the Three Star programme. This
involves living-in during the three days of your mating. During
this time the client will be repeatedly serviced by the stud of
her choice in comfortable, luxurious surroundings and in an
atmosphere of romance and relaxation. With this course you may
specify matings with more than one stud although of course this
involves additional expense. Some of our more wealthy clients
have elected to be serviced at random by a half dozen studs of
their choosing. The element of uncertainty about who is
responsible when impregnation takes place is said to add a
further piquant flavour to the experience.'

Karen nodded, but did not trust herself to a reply.

'Now then, I see you are booked for a Two Star mating. You may
change your mind and upgrade to the Three Star if you wish?'

'Thank you, but no. I fear the Three Star course is beyond my
means.'

'Very well.' Ailsa rose and retrieved an album from a nearby
cupboard. 'We have three dozen studs available at present, which
makes our clinic one of the largest. You have a good choice of
qualities.' She opened the album. Each page depicted a young
male both dressed and unclothed, together with a brief
description of his antecedents, skills, intelligence, physical
attributes, muscular co-ordination educational accomplishments
and entries in various other categories.

Karen studied each page carefully. She had discussed this
carefully with her husband and together they had drawn up a list
of preferred qualities in the male who would service her.
Eventually she settled on three possibles from the album.

Ailsa nodded approvingly. 'Yes they are each of excellent
background. Additionally, they are available now. Would you like
a viewing?'

'Yes, if you please.'

Ailsa rose and Karen accompanied her to the reception counter
where the Advisor consulted a register. As they made their way
along a corridor Ailsa paused periodically at a viewport set in
the wall and beckoned Karen to look within. Each window looked
in to tastefully furnished rooms with a low table, chairs, a
dining alcove and sundry pictures, sculptures and nick-knacks
according to the whim of the stud. Dominating the furnishings
was a large double bed. Ailsa pointed to doors leading to an
adjacent bath and shower room. Some of the rooms were occupied,
others were not.

The first viewport they came to, as it happened, showed the room
occupied by a fit looking young man with a young woman in the
white coat of a laboratory technician sitting opposite him. They
were laughing at some amusing interchange between themselves. To
Karen's surprise and somewhat to her embarrassment, the young
male could be seen masturbating in a leisurely manner as he
spoke. A moment later he reached forward urgently with one hand
and in response, the laboratory assistant rose quickly. In her
outstretched hand was a small jar. The young man became tense,
and urgently tugging himself with quick strokes, ejaculated
heavily into the jar. Again there was an exchange of banter and
they laughed again. The technician covered the jar with a lid
then turned to leave.

'What is the purpose of these windows, then?' Karen asked in a
bewildered tone. 'Surely they would want privacy?'

Ailsa reassured her. 'Not at all. We have no secrets here and
besides, many women like to preview different studs in action
before settling on a final choice. Then again, many bring their
husbands. Some husbands have an old-fashioned reluctance to
allow their wives to be serviced by a third party. The viewports
provide a reassurance that their wives are engaging only in the
minimal technicalities. Apart from that, most husbands show a
lively interest in the matings of other women, which of course,
they are free to observe.'

The next room was empty but at the end of the passage Ailsa
paused and indicated to Karen a mating in progress. Both
participants were naked and were writhing on the double bed in
the throes of a considerable passion. The woman would have been
perhaps twenty-two years, short and dark haired with an olive
complexion but (and this surprised Karen), with clear blue eyes.
The stud serving her was of medium height and sturdy build, with
short fair hair and a muscular physique. His penis was stiffly
erect and the woman was stroking it as he kissed and fondled her
body.

Karen would not normally consider herself a voyeur but to her
surprised consternation she felt herself responding as the two
lovers clung and caressed each other. Karen cast a nervous
sidelong glance at Ailsa. The counsellor was completely absorbed
in the scene before them, and when Karen turned her gaze back
into the room, she could see the stud now above his client who
had parted her legs to receive him. A moment later he entered
her thighs and they were locked together in a passionate
thrusting. Karen felt herself becoming wet in a sympathetic
response. She hastily turned away.

'I can't understand what's come over me, I'm not normally like
this.'

Ailsa regarded her with sympathetic amusement. 'There's a simple
explanation. I put an enhancer in your coffee.' Then seeing
Karen's indignant look, went on without pausing, 'It's standard
practice. Everyone here does it. Some clients are modest, shy or
just plain scared. One enhancer and we sometimes have to prise
them away from the viewports.' Ailsa consulted a card in her
hand. 'Here we are, the first stud of your choice. He has a
client with him now - look!'

Karen looked. She recognised Adrian from his photograph earlier.
A male in his early thirties, slightly taller than medium
height, dark hair and pleasant, clean cut features. Unlike the
muscular build of the stud in the previous room, Adrian's limbs
were slender. She looked more closely and confirmed what the
photo had revealed, Adrian had an unusually large penis; it was
stiffly erect now as his client a woman in her late thirties
prepared to kneel astride him.

Karen had observed this feature with only mild interest at the
time she chose him, basing her decision, so she told herself, on
his very satisfactory genetic profile. Now, with the liberating
effects of the enhancer working in her body, such details became
of immediate interest. Karen felt embarrassment falling away and
her own arousal growing. The client had impaled herself on his
cock and was enthusiastically working herself to a noisy,
uninhibited and voluptuous orgasm.

Suddenly Karen caught sight of another figure seated to one side
of the bed. Ailsa nodded, 'Yes, it's the client's daughter. They
are well off and the daughter has come for her first mating
also.'

'But so young?'

'Fifteen is old enough to breed, and her mother tells me she is
keen! Now here is your next alternative, conveniently located
next door to Adrian's chambers.' Karen looked through the
viewport. The genetic profile was excellent but the stud's
appearance did not particularly appeal. Rohdan was a heavyset
male in his twenties with features that would have been handsome
had they not been marred by a tendency to coarseness. His body
was liberally covered with hair. He was talking to a client as
they looked in.

'Where is the other one?' Karen enquired.

Ailsa consulted her card and led the way to a wing extending
from the main corridor to the east. As they walked Ailsa pointed
to a room on their right. 'Those are the premises of Marvin
Kettler. He has perhaps the most brilliant genetic profile we
have ever seen. Women just flock to get his penis between their
legs, but unfortunately there's a slight problem.'

'Oh, and what is that,' Karen enquired.

'Marvin fucks with reluctance. He has the capacity but
apparently he's just not interested. This is a big problem for
us as he is greatly in demand by our clients.'

'I imagine it would get pretty boring,' Karen thought to herself
but aloud she asked, 'So how to you resolve the dilemma.'

Ailsa became animated, 'We have to employ teasers. It's a pain,
but he's far too important to let go.' When she saw Karen's
blank look she went on, 'You know, like they do with horses. You
don't know about horses?'

Karen shook her head.

'Okay, well when the mare is in heat but shows a reluctance to
accept the stallion's rather direct advances they bring in a
gelding to warm her up - you know - get her sexually excited.
Then when she's good and ready, they whip the gelding away and
the stallion at once gets into her. It works out rather well.'

'Surely you don't mean they use eunuchs or whatever they call
them, to get his clients going?' Karen sounded shocked.

'No, no. They're not eunuchs, just males who have been given a
good dose of Erectyron to augment their capabilities. They can
do everything but actually fertilise the client. This they leave
to Marvin who comes in at the last minute, once the woman is
thoroughly aroused, gets his cock into her with very little
ceremony and impregnates her with his sperm. If you ever get to
see Marvin in action you would know why they need teasers. He's
not what you would call an avid enthusiast and his manner is
clinical, to say the least. The clients don't complain though
because the teasers are good and they're VERY enthusiastic about
their work.

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The Mating Clinic  Pt 2   18k

by Zeta

==================================================================

   By the year 2090 anything could happen (and for that matter,
   probably will). What if a nuclear accident were to render most
   of the male population impotent and a large part of the female
   population infertile. The task of rebuilding society would then
   be left to a few dedicated studs. These thoughts flitted through
   my mind as I was sitting in a field one day watching a ram
   diligently going about his procreational activities with a flock
   of sheep. Idly musing what could happen if human society
   organised itself along similar lines provided the inspiration
   for the following fantasy, which I hope you will enjoy.

==================================================================

   continued from Pt 1 ...

Karen was glad she hadn't settled upon such an exalted breeding
line but her reflections were cut short as Ailsa stopped outside
room 23. Looking through the window Karen was surprised to
observe a housewife from her own street kneeling in the centre
of the bed, with a tall man of rather striking appearance and a
shock of red hair kneeling above her, enthusiastically
penetrating her from the rear, after the manner of a dog and
bitch. Karen was mildly shocked as she had formed the impression
that Maya was somewhat conservative in matters of sex; evidently
she had been mistaken!

However as the stud withdrew his penis from her Karen stared
more closely then turned to Ailsa. 'I'm sure he had it up her
bum. Surely she doesn't expect to get pregnant that way?'

Ailsa smiled deprecatingly, 'We don't dictate where they put it.
If that's what appeals to her and the stud is willing it's none
of our business.'

Karen responded flatly, 'I've already made my choice. I have
selected Adrian.'

'Very well, let us return to his rooms. Shall we have a coffee
and wait in here until they are finished?' Ailsa indicated a
small anteroom.

Comfortably reclining on the couch Ailsa became more expansive
and genial as she described highlights from the clinic's working
routine. Strangely, Karen felt herself attracted to this
self-assured young woman. Was she married, Karen wondered? The
conversation turned to the topic of Adrian's servicing of mother
and daughter. 'Do you mean that she will be mated straight after
her mother?'

'Probably,' said Ailsa. 'You have to remember that the studs
have been assisted by potent aphrodisiacs. Some respond to them
better than others, but with all, they are in a more or less
constant state of erection and can easily fuck half a dozen
times in a row.'

'That wasn't what I meant exactly. I mean both doing it in the
same room at the same time.'

Ailsa shifted on the couch, her short dress riding up somewhat
and revealing slender, shapely legs. Ailsa was looking at her
quizzically, 'We get all sorts coming in here. A double fucking
is cheaper than each getting it on separate occasions. Maybe
they are constrained by motives of economy!'

Ailsa paused, then went on, 'Then again, some of our wealthy
clients visit regularly for 'personal satisfaction' if you know
what I mean. They have no intention of getting themselves
pregnant but they enjoy the pretense of trying! We're not
supposed to cater for this, but it happens all the time. Who's
to say what's genuine and what is not? Let's face it, our men
are getting less potent all the time.' She laid a hand
conspiratorially upon Karen's knee, 'So where's the harm in
enjoying some vigorous cock when you can get it, eh?'

This is crazy Karen thought to herself. Whether it was the
effect of the enhancer or the nearness of Ailsa's magnetically
animal attractions she did not know, but there was no denying
the sudden surge she felt as she took in the prominent curve of
Ailsa's breasts, her smooth, flawless complexion and her warm,
inviting smile.

Karen felt herself becoming wet again. There seemed to be a
pounding in her ears. She turned to Ailsa and confessed, 'It's
so good of you to tell me these things ... I ...' What was it
she wanted to say.

Ailsa was smiling at her now. She straightened her legs from
beneath her and drew Karen against her in a comforting embrace.
Suddenly Karen wanted more than anything else in the world to
become even closer. A part of her stood back and watched in
astonishment, but the feelings were too strong - too immediate
and when Ailsa turned, Karen reached towards her and their lips
joined in a passionate kiss. For a moment Karen felt giddy and
wondered if Ailsa had put another enhancer in her coffee.
Probably, she thought, but somehow it didn't seem to matter
right now.

Presently Ailsa got to her feet and led Karen into a vacant
mating room. It was smaller than the others she had seen and
somewhat to her relief there was no viewing window. Ailsa
undressed revealing a shapely figure and Karen followed suit as
if in a dream. They embraced again and Ailsa led her to the bed
and they lay together. Once or twice the thought of making love
with another woman had passed through Karen's mind but it was
more curiosity than desire. She knew some of her friends enjoyed
this form of intimacy but Karen had never felt strongly enough
about the prospect to actually seek it out. Right now, though,
she was so aroused by Ailsa's caresses and intimacies that it
filled her whole consciousness with a searing hunger.

Karen responded eagerly to the other woman's embrace. She felt
her nipples being fondled and sucked, sending shivers down her
tummy and as she in turn suckled at Ailsa's breasts she found
her kisses seeking the smooth skin beneath them, lower until
beneath the dark triangle at Ailsa's thighs the glistening lips
of her feminine slit lay open for her, inviting ...

Karen felt her legs part as Ailsa's head sought between them and
suddenly she was both suckling at Ailsa's cunt and in turn being
sucked by her. They clung together, darting tongues exploring
each other in a rising crescendo of passion. The little shivers
of exquisite sensation when Ailsa's tongue probed a specially
sensitive place were coming closer now, almost continuously ...
then her whole body jerked as she orgasmed.

Ailsa looked at her across the low table. It seemed hard to
believe that just minutes ago they had been lovers. 'I hope you
are not offended,' Ailsa was saying. 'This is definitely not on
the official agenda, but I was attracted to you from the moment
I first saw you, and the atmosphere in this place tends to,
well, promote thoughts of 'intimacy', you know.'

'I don't mind. Anyway it's a bit late for regets now, isn't it?'
Karen was confused by a conflict of emotions. She did not regret
what she had done, that much was sure, but was surprised at
herself for even considering it let alone desiring it. 'Could we
see if Adrian is back yet?'

But Adrian was not in his room so the pair amused themselves
until his return by looking through the viewport of the room
next to his, which most definitely was occupied. 'They must be
One Star customers,' Karen mused to herself as they observed
three clients enter and leave the room in quick succession. The
routine appeared to be a few minutes of pleasant conversation
then the woman would start to undress. When she was naked the
stud, a genial man with a prematurely balding head, waved her to
the bed and at once commenced the mating. If the client was not
ready, he would spend a few moments licking at her cunt to
promote lubrication or perhaps to provide it, Karen could not be
sure. Then he would ease himself down between her legs and
insert his penis into her thighs. Apparently he could climax
very quickly. After what seemed to be minimal thrusting he would
withdraw, his penis dripping and would smile politely at the
client as she dressed.

Ailsa explained, 'Actually he's a lot better than he looks and
his success rate is high. He ejaculates copiously and his spurts
are so vigorous they go right up into your womb.' Then seeing
Karen's mystified looks, continued: 'I know because I was one of
the ones he screwed the day he started here. All the studs have
to go through a 'practical' after they have been thoroughly
examined and vetted. This is to make sure that are potent and
that they have no annoying habits that might offend our clients.
As I say, I was not all that impressed with his appearance but
oh my God, once he got his cock into me it was a different
matter - it was like a live snake thrashing about between my
legs and I came again and again. When we compared notes
afterwards the other girls said the same thing. Not only that,
but he shot his spunk into me so hard and there was so much of
it that I had it trickling down my legs all afternoon. It's a
wonder I didn't get pregnant.'

Ailsa paused then continued with an amused chuckle, 'There were
five of us. Did I mention that? Anyway he got three of us
pregnant. That was unheard of at a testing. Naturally he was
hired on the spot.'

'What about the girls who got pregnant,' Karen asked doubtfully.

'There was no problem. Two of them had come to the end of their
term of office here and were more than happy to start a family.
The other girl, well she was my daughter, eighteen at the time
and her first fuck. As it happened she had started with the
clinic only a week before and normally she wouldn't have been
eligible for a trial servicing, but they were short staffed at
the time and, well she was willing so that's the way it
happened. Now she has a beautiful daughter and is living with us
until she finds her own young man. Given her circumstances, that
won't be too hard!'

Karen turned back to the viewport. The clients were varied. The
first, evidently a lady of importance from the cut of her
expensive suit. She appeared to be in her mid thirties. Long
hair drawn back in a bun gave her face a somewhat severe
expression. 'Definitely not a candidate for enhancers,' giggled
Karen to herself. The stud led her to the bed. In response to a
question she shook her head, lying under him with a minimum of
expression as he put his cock into her. Her only evidence of
participation was the faint flush of colour that came to her
cheeks when she felt the stud's climax jetting in her thighs.
She dressed quickly, thanked him tersely and left.

The next was younger woman, maybe a newly married girl. She
seemed neither embarrassed nor overly interested but responded
to the stud's caresses readily enough when he kissed her shapely
breasts, and his kisses lower down brought a blush of response
to her face. All things considered, Karen judged that she
enjoyed the proceedings. The mating did not take particularly
long, but was sufficient to bring her to a very 'visible'
orgasm. Then it was over. She too dressed, and demurely left the
room.

Ailsa looked back at Adrian's window. He had returned. She
beckoned to Karen and led her into his room. The introductions
were brief. Adrian greeted her with a pleasant enough grace and
an interest that seemed genuine. Karen wondered at how they
maintained an affability for the countless people calling upon
the stud's services. Was it genuine? Surely they must find some
who did not interest them. What then?

'Well, I must be going. See you two lovebirds later.' Ailsa
smiled knowingly, then withdrew and the door closed behind her.

Karen turned to the man who would presently be mating with her,
and regarded him with interest. The effects of the enhancer were
still strongly on her and it idly passed through Karen's mind
that perhaps her eager counsellor had administered a double dose
to make sure of her affections.

At the man's bidding, Karen unfastened her blouse for the second
time that morning, discarded it and slipped out of her skirt
which she folded neatly over the back of a chair. The sight of
her nude body had a stimulating effect on Adrian. He ushered her
to the bathroom and for a time they soaked in the water's warmth
but as he led her towards the bed she could see that he was
rapidly becoming hard. The bed was surprisingly soft yet did not
yield much, 'all the better for screwing' thought Karen with a
giggle.

She lay back in its softness and let the stud fondle and caress
her to a desire for him. He was kneeling above her now and all
at once an unusual thought occurred to her. Nobody had said
anything about fellating so she wasn't sure whether it was 'not
done', but on an impulse she leaned forward and took his cock in
her mouth. Adrian seemed momentarily surprised, but he did not
object. He remained half crouched above her as she began to
suck, feeling his hardness filling her mouth.

Then he turned about and sank down until he was lying by her
side. She felt his hand brush against the tops of her thighs and
her legs parted slightly to feel his finger tracing the outline
of her slit. She was very wet now. He turned her until she was
lying on her stomach, then edged beneath her body and as he did
so Karen felt her legs fall on either side of his upturned face.
He kissed her against her slit then she felt his tongue
penetrate her lips in a languid lapping. As she lay straddling
his body her own lips lay almost against his cock and so once
more she took him in her mouth and began to suck. For a time
they clung together in a passionate embrace; Karen felt herself
rising on a wave of pleasure as the insistent darting of
Adrian's tongue urged her higher and higher. She sucked him
hungrily then shuddered in an orgasm as her mouth suddenly
filled with the warm rush of Adrian's climax.

For a time they lay in a drowsy intimacy then Adrian came above
her with an urgent stiffness, wanting her, and as she clung to
him the swollen shaft slid into her thighs in a rhythmic
thrusting and again impregnated her with his sex.

Karen tried to imagine what it was like when men and women
shared equal capacities in marriage, but eventually gave up the
effort. Some part of her could comprehend it because researchers
had proved it was so but it seemed remote from everyday
experience. After all, did not one bull take care of many cows,
and one stallion many mares? It was repeated everywhere in
nature; how natural then for a chosen few breeders to service
the female population and let the rest of them get on with the
tasks of living. As time went on the breeders became more
adapted to their specialty. It almost seemed that in the demands
placed on them, they drained the psychic energy of the rest of
the male population leaving them impotent in order to fuel their
own abundance. Of course the special drugs helped, but perhaps
not so much as was made out, or so Karen suspected. Karen
wondered whether anyone was looking in the viewport. Her senses
were filled with male sex and her body seemed vibrant and alive.
Suddenly she didn't really care - in fact the possibility of a
voyeur gave her a mild thrill of amusement. Let them watch!

Her reverie was abruptly ended as Adrian came to her again, his
cock stiffly erect and ardent for her body. 'I don't believe
it,' she thought, but of course she did, because as he came
nearer, she spread her legs for him and felt his bigness filling
her vagina as he penetrated her once more to the hilt. For a
time they lay together in a passion and fucked and Karen lost
all sense of time while she drifted in and out of a haze of wet
pulsings coming in her thighs and the orgasmic tremors that
periodically wracked her body. Her cunt was now dripping with
what seemed the aftermath of a dozen ejaculations and her mouth
tasted of male sex where she had first fellated him. This time
the sensations of his thrusting were very intense. When he
climaxed she felt Adrian's spurting coming deep in her thighs
and she cried out and shuddered in her orgasm and at the same
time knew, that at that moment, she had been impregnated with a
new life.

They had been talking for the past quarter of an hour. It must
be time soon to leave. On an impulse Karen said, 'I saw a friend
in another room just before I came in here. She was getting it
up her bottom. I was surprised because I didn't think she would
be interested in such a thing.' Karen's voice trailed off, but
after a moment added, 'It made me wonder what it felt like -
would you ...'

'Of course, if you want. You don't need to feel hesitant about
it. Quite a few ladies like it that way and specifically ask for
it.' He turned over. 'Lie on your stomach. No. like this.'

The stud grasped Karen's hips and drew them upwards until there
was enough room to slip a pillow underneath. He was gone for a
moment and when he returned she felt his cock probing at her
bottom. 'Just try to relax. It's often a bit uncomfortable at
first.'

He was right. Karen drew a sharp breath inwards as his penis
urged slowly into her bottom. It definitely hurt. Where was the
pleasure in that? Perhaps she had made a mistake. It was getting
worse and she felt as though her bottom were being split in two.
Then when it seemed as though she must cry out and withdraw, she
felt the weight of his body covering her back. A finger probing
between her legs slid into her cunt and lightly pleasured it.
Her whole pelvis seemed filled with an alien hugeness. She
didn't know whether the sensation was pleasurable or
distasteful.

Then Adrian began to thrust, slowly and only a little at a time,
but he was definitely up her bum. She forced herself to relax as
he kept whispering to her in reassurance. His finger rolling
around her clitoris gave an exquisite sharpness of pleasure -
then he urged the rest of his cock into her until she had taken
him up to the hilt. Karen gave a sharp cry then felt a strange
pleasure spreading through her thighs as the thrusting
stimulated her in ways she had never known existed. Higher and
higher she rose in a mad spiral of ecstasy. Adrian had urged
more of his fingers into her cunt until she was stretched to the
limit in both openings and the sensations induced in her a wild
pleasure of abandon. Her stud lover thrust urgently for a few
moments paused on the brink then exploded inside her in a hot
pulsing. Karen shrieked and shook uncontrollably in the throes
of an orgasm so total and overwhelming that she almost fainted
from the pleasure of it.

Finally Karen found the energy with rise from the bed. She
slowly began to dress. 'I don't know where you get the energy
from,' she marvelled. 'I'm just about completely wrung out.'

Adrian smiled, 'Unless I am mistaken, my next client is peering
through the viewport. I mustn't keep her waiting. It's been a
pleasure meeting you ... same time tomorrow?'

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