Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Yet appearances can be deceiving. I’ve only participated in a few breeding parties in the past, but I’ve learned that even the lushest, most exaggerated hourglass figure doesn’t mean that a woman is able to get pregnant. Hell, all of the women I’ve bred in the past have had incredibly bangin’ bods with huge Double Ds and meaty, ample thighs, and yet they were supposedly all struggling with fertility issues.
It’s the times, I tell you. Society informs women that they should get jobs and college degrees these days. They tell ladies that it’s important to be “independent” and to “invest in themselves.” I agree, up to a point. I’m a feminist for sure, and packed my daughter off to college spouting some of the very same shit.
But there’s a dark underside to it all, and that’s that society may have changed, but biology hasn’t. Women are still at their most fertile in their teens and early twenties, the same way they have been for thousands of millennia. What that means is if you wait too late to get pregnant, it ain’t going to happen. At least not without some serious artificial intervention.
But I guess Club Z has found a way around that. After all, what we’re doing isn’t “artificial” in the least. Instead, the club hosts parties where women are taken by a posse of men, hard, fast, and unprotected. Hopefully, one of our little swimmers takes hold, and she gets pregnant. What happens after that is up to her. Some women want to keep in touch with the biological dad, while others don’t. We men do whatever they ask of us, and it’s worked so far.
So maybe I’ll impregnate the little lady before us tonight. Or maybe not, because my secret is that I have low sperm count. The chances of this particular brunette beauty having a baby with me is almost zero, and that’s how I like it. Sure, I bluster about being manly and claiming women and all that shit, and I even have an adult daughter as evidence of my virility. But the fact is that twenty years ago, my ex and I had trouble conceiving Jamie, and I’m sure things haven’t improved with age.
But no one knows my secret, other than my ex. The club has never tested my sperm count, nor have they conducted exams on sperm motility, abnormal sperm function or blockages that prevent the delivery of sperm. Nor have they looked into past illnesses, injuries, chronic health problems, lifestyle choices or any other factors might contribute to male infertility. In short, the club exists to serve its male members, even during these so-called “breeding parties.” They want their wealthy male patrons to have a good time, and if a woman gets pregnant, then great. But if she doesn’t, that’s okay too, because what’s really important is that the men participating in the gang-bangs come out sated, dripping, and ready to renew their memberships. That’s what holds this place up.
I shrug while approaching the nude girl. It’s just business, after all, and I’d do the same if I were in management at Club Z. Fortunately, I’m not, and it’s time to drill the beautiful woman before us.
At this point, the two other dudes and I have shed our clothes, and all three of us are hard and ready to play. If Kim could see, she’d likely whimper in fear because none of us are men to be toyed with. We’re all sporting huge, rock-hard members, the sides thick with veins. Not only that, but we’re already dripping with lust. The heads of our cocks glisten in the low lights as we surround the beautiful woman, a bead of seed pearling at one man’s tip before sliding down his shaft to coat his balls.
“Are you ready?” I ask in a low hum. The girl bites her lip as a whimper comes out of her throat. “I didn’t hear you,” I say.
“Yes, I’m ready,” she whispers. “Please, breed me.”
A low chuckle erupts from one man’s throat. He’s got green eyes that gleam in the low lights, his fist rubbing up and down his shaft in anticipation.
“I’ll take her pussy first. You guys entertain yourselves with her other holes.”
I nod.
“Sure. Just remember that we’re all expected to come in her cunt tonight. It’s part of the service.”
The two alpha males chuckle as they take their places. The green-eyed dude circles around to stand behind Kim’s bottom, while the guy with a dark crew cut moves to stand before her mouth. That leaves me Kim’s anus, and my cock jerks in anticipation. I’ve always loved anal play, and the little filly before us has a particularly round, ripe bottom.
“So where should we start?” I rasp while the green-eyed dude and I stare at the two white moons before us. Kim’s beautiful. She’s got a huge, heart-shaped ass, which parts to show a delicate pink slit in between. But we need more than that. We need to get in there to fuck her holes, and as a result, I put two hands onto her buttocks and pull her creamy cheeks apart, showing off a glistening pink pussy and taut anus.