"All right, Mrs. Denver, are you ready?" Jeckie asked the mid-thirties woman on the examination table before her, the woman's legs up in stirrups.
"Yes." The slightly overweight brunette took a deep breath. She and her husband had tried for years to have a child, but his sperm count was insufficient so they needed a donor. This local fertilization clinic had been their first stop for assistance, and she was either ovulating right now or would be very soon. She thrilled at the idea of a child growing inside her, even if it wasn't her husband's, who said he'd love the child anyway.
"Very well, I'm starting..." Jeckie pushed the injector past the speculum holding open the woman's vagina, making sure to be careful as it approached the woman's lowered cervix. When it couldn't go any further, she depressed the plunger.
"Ohh!" Mrs. Denver moaned. "I feel it! I...IIIIEEEEE!!!"
Surprised, Jeckie quickly withdrew the injector from the shaking woman's body, concerned that she might be having an epileptic fit.
"UHH! OHGODD! AH-HUCK!"
There was a sharp cracking sound and suddenly Jeckie's protective goggles, mask-covered face, and torso were covered in warm fluid. She quickly backed off and removed her goggles...the speculum had snapped apart due to the woman's energetic response. "That's never happened before. Mrs. Denver, are you all right?"
The woman had stopped thrashing. "Uhgrgh...uh, what?"
"How do you feel?"
She looked at Jeckie with a blissful grin. "I feel...reeaally good...what happened?"
"You orgasmed and ejaculated." Jeckie carefully extracted the broken speculum, wondering if it had been defective or if the woman had actually managed to exert that much force during her release. She placed the parts on a sample tray.
"That...was an orgasm?" the woman panted. "I've never felt like that before."
Jeckie wasn't going to comment...clearly it had been an orgasm, though whether her patient meant that she'd never experienced one before, or never one so powerful, she had no desire for clarification. She used some paper towels to wipe her face, lab coat, and blouse. "You'll need to lay back for thirty minutes to let gravity pull the sperm into your uterus. I will be back soon...is that fine?"
"Yes...yes."
After Jeckie left the room, Mrs. Denver moved her hand down to rub at her clitoris, which had never been so hard before. If she could make herself feel like that again...it had been so overwhelming. She angled her hips up as she rubbed, and a little sperm dripped through her cervical opening. "Ghn!" she moaned as a small orgasm washed over her. "More...more..." She continued rubbing.
Jeckie removed her lab coat and replaced her blouse with one of the clinic's scrub tops...those things were always too wide for her slender frame but she didn't have much of a choice. She filed a report about the damaged speculum...perhaps there was a defect, but two unprecedented things had happened at once, indicating a possible correlation. However, she reminded herself, correlation is not causation...Mrs. Denver's intense release, in combination with defective hardware, could explain this. On the other hand...she pulled up the sperm donor's information...it was the one with the massive sperm count she'd been discussing with Madeline and Ophelia just the previous day. Jeckie was very interested in seeing how effective that well-packed seed would work for Mrs. Denver.
"Buhh...guhh..." Mrs. Denver moaned as more of Harry's sperm dripped through her spasming cervix. Her fingers were dipping between her vaginal lips as her thumb rubbed at her clit. "Huhh..."
When Jeckie returned to her patient, she found her asleep, with a smile on her face. Jeckie mused, another happy customer?
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Madeline rubbed her thighs together as she worked. The curvy, curly-haired blonde had fucked her boyfriend twice the previous night but hadn't orgasmed herself. She was normally able to cum at least once through vaginal intercourse, if not through direct stimulation of her clit, but her release had been maddeningly evasive. Unbidden, her mind drifted back to Harry, her nipples getting hard at the memory of the younger man whacking off and spurting his load into the sample jar. She wondered, should she go and get more? But no, he'd come into the clinic in the next day or so for his next donation. Her mind wandered as she reviewed some tests. Yes, she'd call her boyfriend over tonight...no date, just more hot sex.
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The next day, Ophelia came to Jeckie. "Mrs. Denver called...she'd like another treatment."
"Her treatment was just yesterday...we won't know if it was successful for several more days."
"I told her that, but she was quite insistent...she'll even pay extra."
"Interesting."
"And lucrative...set it up for this afternoon." Ophelia walked across the lab. "Madeline...um, are you okay?"
The normally bubbly blonde looked up at her with drawn eyes. "Haven't been sleeping well."
"Well, hope you feel better soon. When will Mr. Duarte be donating again?"
"Today or tomorrow, I think? I told him twice weekly."
"Give him a call, will you? Mrs. Denver's sudden interest will put us a donation behind."
"Sure!"
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Jeckie inserted the injector, slid it deep inside Mrs. Denver's vagina, and depressed the plunger. Then she quickly but carefully withdrew it and stepped aside to avoid what had happened the previous day.
"Um...that's it?" Mrs. Denver asked.
Jeckie shifted back between the woman's legs. With the flashlight on her goggles she could see the sperm-filled semen sitting directly on the woman's cervical opening. "Yes. Please stay like that for thirty minutes."
"But...nothing happened."
"We may not see any result for several days, Mrs. Denver."
"No, I mean...I didn't...you know..."
Jeckie came alongside her. "Your reaction last time was unique...this is what is normally expected."
"Oh."
"I will return." She went directly to her computer to see who the donor was this time, and it was not Harrison Duarte. Shaking her head, she reminded herself that a large sperm count had nothing to do with a woman's pleasure. Still, next time she would make sure to note who the donor was beforehand.
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Harry walked into the clinic, his face blazing. Surely everyone knew what he was there for. That woman, that other woman, and especially that curvy brunette who was staring at him as she headed for the door he'd just entered through. He made way for her and the man Harry assumed was her husband. The woman wouldn't stop staring at him, and it seemed like she wanted to turn around, but her husband directed her out the door. Weird.
