Babymaker Bert, Serial Impregnator
PROLOGUE
Ever wish that someone else would get your wife pregnant for you? I know it sounds implausible, but many men want children, and for one reason or another cannot make them themselves; also, there are many men who, for one reason or another, just don't want to put in the necessary work.
Are you one of those men? If so, allow me to introduce myself; My name is Bert. I have an enormous penis, a sperm count to match, and the ability to fuck your wife senseless.
I also have a birth defect called hypospadias, in which my urethra exits the shaft of my penis on the bottom side. My mother explained it to me once. It doesn't affect me much, but I had been warned I might have difficulty becoming a father. At the time that seemed just fine, but when I attained the age of majority, I grew concerned and did some research. Mine exits very high, about a quarter inch below where it ordinarily would.
I read about it extensively on the internet. I learned that in my case, it wouldn't make much difference. I also learned that entering from behind would mitigate the situation favorably.
What I couldn't learn from the internet I learned from experience.
I learned that the doctor who butchered my foreskin, ostensibly because of the hypospadias, had left a couple of bits of very sensitive skin, one on either side of where my urethra exits. As odd as the arrangement around the head of my dick may sound, women don't really seem to notice. If you ask them to describe my dick, the common answer will be "Nine thick inches". But I digress.
Not much later, I met a girl who was in to the doggy style thing. From her I learned that, in the right position, I could feel her cervix (On the front wall of the vagina, not at the bottom like they write in the porno stories) with those two bits of skin on my penis, and after a bit of practice I could even locate the little hole in her cervix that was the gate through which all sperm must pass if one aspires to be a father, which I did.
If I put a big pillow under her hips and went in from behind, pushed her head into the mattress just a bit, and rocked my hips up just a touch, I could create a pressure tight seal between my urethral meatus and the external os of her endocervical canal that remained viable for the duration of my ejaculation.
Or, you could say I had a way of blowing my load straight into her womb.
The bad news is the lovely woman who helped me discover this process got pregnant the first time I deployed it; the good news is she was married to a nice guy who kinda looked like me, so I didn't have to sweat it.
I proceeded to use my talent as often as possible over the next couple years. I learned a few things, I unlearned a few more, and I came up with three hard and fast rules.
No condoms, no pulling out, and absolutely no single women.
Long story short, if your wife is pretty, fertile, and interested, I'm going way up in her. Raw. And I'm not pulling out either.
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CHAPTER 1
A few years ago, I got involved with Alan and Debra, a childless couple who had been trying to conceive for several years with no luck.
Debra was apparently thrilled with my performance and promptly set about the job of convincing every single woman in her large childless couple's support group to get their legs in the air for me as quickly as it could be arranged.
Several years and several dozen babies later, I decided to share my story with you. Here's how it all started.
A couple of years ago I started my first job out of high school on the maintenance crew for a large office tower.
Alan worked at one of the tenant companies. He's a very handsome forty something, according to most of the women in the building. I developed a friendship with him because I was, as he said, the only non idiot in maintenance.
And he was right. They were all idiots, but they were my idiots, and were, if nothing else, fun guys to work with.
Being goofy young men, we gave each other goofy nicknames, and the one they chose for me, for obvious reasons, was "Big Dick Bert". Well, honestly, I thought it much better than "Needledick the Bug Fucker", which they applied to our boss. (But not to his face.)
One day, I was talking to Alan when he heard one of those goofballs say it. A strange look came over his face, but he said nothing.
It was around lunch time that day when I bumped into Alan in the lobby, accompanied by a stunning woman at least ten years his junior. "Bert! I'd like you to meet my wife, Debra" he said. Debra smiled a bit and extended her hand, which I took and received a surprisingly firm handshake. Doing my best to seem nonchalant, I looked his luscious wife over from head to toe. Her flame red hair had just the right amount curls; her facial features were almost alarmingly beautiful, in the style known as resting bitch face.
Her breasts were large and firm, her waist was narrow and flat, and her butt, oh my god her butt, her perfect little buns that I could just picture wrapping themselves around my cock...
Alan's voice snapped me back to reality. "Would you like to join us for lunch?"
The next day I got a call asking me to come to Alan's office. I was slightly surprised to see Debra when I got there, but Alan quickly got to the point.
