"Hyperfertile"
(M/F preg, trickery?)



"Hey," she said, smiling at me as I stood against the wall. We were at one of my frat's parties to kick the year off. Nothing special, just this one didn't have a whole lot of people, and I had gotten a bit bored. So I was a little surprised when this girl walked up to me.

"Hey," I replied. She was definitely sexy. She was a little shorter than me, probably 5'4 or so, with her brown hair cut short. Her body looked a little athletic, and was nicely toned; her breasts were a definite C cup, and looked fabulous, even through the blouse she had on. Beyond that, it was a cute skirt.

"I'm Jane." She extended the hand that wasn't holding a drink and I shook it lightly.

"I'm Jake." Then it hit me, why she seemed so familiar. "Weren't you at one of these parties last year?" She nodded, mischief in her eyes. "But you were pregnant!"

"Yup."

I gave her another look-over, and her body did not show the signs of having been pregnant: she was still lithe and toned. But it did explain her breasts. She smiled at my gaze. "So, um..." I wondered. "Where is it?"

She pushed up close to me, one of her legs sliding between mine. I didn't smell any alcohol on her breath: she was completely sober. "I'd like to talk about that in private, if you know what I mean." She whispered it into my ear calmly.

I took another drink, trying to think of what to say. "Uh...what?"

"You. Me. Your bedroom." She tugged at me slightly with her hands. What the hell, I didn't need more coaxing.

She smiled at me coyly as we wandered through the main room and up the stairs, to my bedroom. Several of my frat brothers gave me covert thumbs-ups. This early in the year, and I was already going to score!

When we got to my room, she closed the door and then kissed me full on the lips. I returned the kiss, amazed that this amazingly hot woman wasn't drunk. We took a few halting steps backwards together, then she pushed me back onto my bed, and fell on top of me, continuing to kiss me, her hands running down my sides.

"Aren't you going a bit fast?" I asked as she stopped kissing me to nibble on my neck.

"Nope," she replied. "It's my civic duty."

"What?" I asked, pushing her back a little. "And what's up with the baby?"

She laughed softly and climbed off of me, letting me sit up. "I guess I should explain, then."

"Explain what? Why you were pregnant and are still hitting up a guy at a frat party?"

"Yeah, that too. Yes, I was pregnant last year...the baby was born June 15th, and I haven't been laid since."

"What about the father? What about the kid?"

"I'm not that kind of girl."

"Then what kind of girl are you?"

"One who helps people." At my confused expression, she continued. "You see, when I was twelve, my doctor told me I was hyperfertile."

"Hyperfertile?"

"It's a condition that runs in families: my mother was the same way, and so was her mother. It's really easy for us to become pregnant."

"Okay, and?"

"A few months later, I learned about abortions. Did you know that there were over a million abortions last year, alone?"

"No." Didn't this girl want to have sex with me a few seconds earlier? What the hell?

"Yet there are over a million couples out there who are trying to have children, but can't. It's so unfair!"

"Yeah, I guess."

"That's when I realized that I could do my part."

"What?"

"You see, it's really easy for me to get pregnant. And there are lots of good, loving parents out there who want to adopt children."

I nodded, seeing it come together. "Okay."

"So I had sex with a boy down the street a couple of times--he gave me fifty bucks for it, which was a lot to me back then--and sure enough, I got pregnant. My parents about flipped until I explained it to them."

"Wait, you were what? Twelve?"

"Thirteen. When I had the kid, we gave it up for adoption to a good, loving family. On my fourteenth birthday, I went on fertility drugs."

"Fertility drugs at fourteen? How'd they let you?"

"My mother lied and said they were for her. My parents had a friend who was into young girls, but was a really smart guy, so I had sex with him...ended up with triplets, each to a different family. But that was a pretty hard birth, so my parents took me back off the fertility drugs."

"Wow."

"Basically, I went through high school pregnant all the time. I was known as the girl who put out--without a condom--but had high standards. I wasn't sure who the father was for two pregnancies."

"High standards?"

"Yeah. I graduated valedictorian of my high school--and I was eight months pregnant when I gave my speech," she giggled. "And I'm sitting at a 3.91 GPA right now. I'm a pretty smart gal, and my family's really healthy: no major diseases or anything. Adopting parents like that."

"And so the father..."

"Also has to be a pretty smart guy. I only have sex with the ones who would make good kids with me."

"So you have sex with several guys--"

"Now I usually just stick with one until I'm pregnant," she said.

"Why?"

"Less jealousy. And it makes filling out the paperwork easier."

"So you have sex, get pregnant, and then deliver the baby..."

"And give it up for adoption immediately! Yep!"

"With no child support or anything?"

"No...the adoption papers require reporting of the health of the mother, and they like health of the father...but part of the whole process is signing it off. I never see the kid again, and the father knows his genes are spread somewhere. And a couple that really wanted a child now has one. Everyone wins."

"Don't you...want to meet them eventually?"

"Maybe. I plan on doing this until I can't have kids anymore."

"So if I may ask, how many have you had?"

She counted on her fingers, mentally adding them up. "Ten--no, eleven. I had another set of twins in there--that's the one I graduated high school with."

"Wow. That's a lot of babies."

"Most family a hundred years ago tried for that many kids, but the women didn't survive. We have better medical technology now, so I'm always fine."

"And guys still want to have sex with you?"

"Hey, I put out, and you know there's no protection. That's a big deal."

"What about diseases?" That was sitting on my mind.

"Never had a problem. I figure any guy that knows he's making a kid wouldn't let me if he had something. I figure you're clean, right?"

"Yeah."

"Good. I saw you give a presentation last year in physics, and I knew you had to be the next father."

"Why me?"

"You're smart, you get good grades, and you're healthy. Plus, you're sexy."

"Good to know."

"So do you want to, then?"

"Want to what?"

"Knock me up? You get to fuck me until I'm about to pop--so basically, all school year. When my doctor tells me to stop, I stop. And once I drop the kid, I'm moving to another guy."

"Wait, so you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Fuck buddy. I figure that you'd like to fuck the girl you made pregnant. I won't tell anyone, and all you'd have to worry about is your frat brothers."

I smiled. "I think I can deal with them."

"Good. So you get me pregnant, keep fucking me through the pregnancy, and then the baby drops, goes to a nice, loving family, and neither you nor me has to pay a dime. We become baby donors."

"And after it's over, we break up."

"It should happen around the summer break, anyways, so yeah. Next year, I come back, find another guy to bathe my womb in sperm, and we move on. Cool with you?"

"Yeah...I think I can live with having a fuckbuddy."

"Good, cause I'm horny and didn't want to use my fingers this time." She kissed me on the lips, one hand taking mine and sliding it beneath her skirt. I pushed her panties to the side, and felt her pussy: already sopping wet. The girl definitely wanted to fuck. I took no time in sliding a finger into her well-used twat.

"You seem ready," I said, rubbing her clit with my thumb.

"More than," she replied. "Let's get naked." I pulled my finger out of her and in short order, she was naked on the bed under me, my cock rubbing against the lips of her cunt.

"Most girls like a little foreplay," I remarked.

"Yeah, sometimes I do, but right now I just want a nice cock in me...my womb feels empty: I need another baby!"

"Your wish is my command," I said, starting to slide into her.

"Come on, stud. Let's make a family happy."

I slid into her easily, her pussy clenching my hard cock. "Oh wow. For a girl who's dropped a dozen kids, you have a pretty tight pussy."

She sighed in pleasure, then wrapped her legs around me, pulling me close to her. "I do exercises to try to keep it that way...if it's not tight, I won't be able to get a guy to fuck me."

I began stroking in and out of her glorious cunt. "And if you don't get fucked, you can't get pregnant."

"Exactly," she replied, moving her hips in time with my thrusts. "I want to feel you filling my womb with sperm."

Every deep thrust, I could feel the tip of my cock touching against her cervix, and every time it did, she gave a moan of pleasure. "You gave yourself to me...now I'm gonna sperm you...gonna make a baby in you."

"Yes, spurt your seed into my fertile womb. Maybe there's two eggs there...maybe you're gonna make me have twins again."

"I'm gonna make you have triplets. I'm gonna fill you with so much cream, you won't be able to walk!"

"Then you're gonna have to keep fucking me to keep me happy, like the little cumdumpster I am."

"Fuck yes...I'm going to fucking cum in your womb every night. Send my seed right at your fertile eggs."

"Make me your little slut...make my belly swell with your child."

"Gonna put my jizz right up your cunt."

"Oh god, fuck my fertile cunt...push your seed into me."

I felt the pressure boiling in my balls as I continued to rut deep into her. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon...gonna bathe your ovaries with baby batter."

She pulled tighter against me, holding me against her as she rutted back. "Yes...knock me up...knock my little slutty cunt up...make me go to all my classes with a swelled belly..."

That was all it took. "Here comes your baby!" I grunted, then pushed my hips against hers as hard as I could. I felt my cock push right up against her cervix as the first wad of sperm travelled its way up my shaft and out, spraying into her fertile little body.

My thrust did it for her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her cunt muscles began to clamp, milking my cock. I felt her cervix pulsing as I continued to send burst after burst of my seed at it, drinking all of the baby-making fluid into her womb, right where it belonged.

Her nails bit into my back as she came, and I continued to spurt into her--it was the best orgasm I had ever experienced, my cock buried to the hilt in this girl that wanted--no, needed--my seed. Her pussy milked at me, and her cervix drank it all up. Those seconds were exquisite glory, each spurt travelling the length of my shaft before going to her waiting eggs, but it soon tapered out. With one final push, I sent the last wave into her.

She panted as she held me, the tremors from her orgasm subsiding. I smiled at her sheepishly, and she smiled back, then gave me a kiss. Our tongues played with each other's as our bodies softly slid against each other. Then she broke the kiss and smiled up at me.

"I knew I made the right choice when I picked my future husband."

Wait, what?!
