Fertile Voyages

Author's Note: This story covers a wide range of genres from breeding, voyeurism, group sex, interracial, and other similar themes. With all of my stories, the emphasis is on breeding and pregnancy. All characters are over 18.

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I closed my eyes and grunted in pain. The bright overhead fluorescent hospital lights were strangely one of my least favorite things about giving birth.

"One more big push, Chrissy. You got this!," the nurse said as I inhaled deeply and gave it my best.

"Here she comes, here she comes, OK, OK," my doctor said.

After a moment's pause and some crying, I got to see my daughter. She was dark skinned. After three deliveries and four babies, I now had another half black kid to go along with a two year old half black son.

I held my baby for a few minutes before a nurse took her away to be cleaned up and checked out. My doctor, after realizing everything was fine, gave me a congratulations and said something about needing to go make rounds before also leaving me.

One nurse remained with me as she cleaned up my hospital room. Giving birth was a messy affair, as I have come to learn multiple times.

I let out a sigh, finally relaxing for a bit, as the euphoria, adrenaline, and pain started to fade.

"Would you mind if I asked you a personal question?" the nurse asked. She looked to be about 30 or so, and I know I have seen her before.

"Why not?" I replied, adjusting the pillow behind me a bit.

"I've been in your deliveries before. You have a lot of kids, right? Different races. I've never seen a man with you before...", the nurse asked, her voice trailing, almost as if she was realizing the somewhat inappropriateness of the question these days.

"Sorry," she said. "I'm just... curious."

"It's ok," I said, pausing to figure out how to answer the question, one I've danced around before with acquaintances and friends. "It's kind of a long, strange story."

"I have time. I've got to get the room cleaned up and change out your IV," she said.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Melissa," she said, pointing to her name tag, which I could barely read at this point in the day.

"Ok Melissa. Story time it is," I said, pausing. "This whole crazy thing started back in college with a drunken pact," I said, leaning back in my bed.

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"If we both make it to 35 and we don't have kids, let's get pregnant together!," Lara said, slurring a bit as she finished off another Bartles and Jaymes.

I nearly spit out my drink. "You aren't serious. This is just because Mark broke up with you, again."

"Maybe, I don't know. But if we both make it to 35 we should consider it," Lara replied matter of factly, a drunken confidence in her voice.

I didn't say anything as I changed channels on our 13" TV.

"Well? Oh, come on," Lara said.

"I am sure you will find someone else and get knocked up well before then," I said. "But, sure, if this will make you feel better I'll do it."

"We can live near each other and everything," Lara said, slurring again.

We quickly moved on to a drunken conversation about Grey's Anatomy, the current TV topic du jour across the sorority house.

At least this was my memory of that night. Lara insists that I was the one that came up with the idea to make her feel better after her break up. It seemed like one of these silly things that girlfriends say to each other and never follow through.

I recall the topic coming up again maybe five years later, out to drinks with our then boyfriends. It seemed like very much a joke amongst the guys.

Nevertheless, twelve years later we found ourselves sitting in the waiting room of a fertility office for a consultation. In the intervening years, I focused on work while Lara got divorced. The pact went from a hazy drunken memory to the two of us actually planning to follow through, as though one of us was daring the other to call it off.

We sat through the consultation with the specialist. It all seemed very straightforward. People do this all the time, right? Dr. Kim was recommended through a mutual friend, who insisted she was the best in Seattle.

"So after we select a sperm donor we will do a retrieval?" Lara asked.

Dr. Kim nodded. "Yes. You both seem perfectly healthy so this should be straightforward. Does your insurance cover IVF? Dr. Kim asked.

I looked at Lara. She shook her head. "No, I checked. I assume I could pay out of pocket?" Lara said.

"Mine covers 50%," I said.

"The costs can be quite high. Easily $25,000 out of pocket," Dr. Kim said.

Lara sighed."I can't afford that," she said. "Maybe we just go fuck some guys at a bar or something."

Dr. Kim paused for a moment. "We could look at a payment plan," she said.

Lara shrugged and then stood to leave. "I don't know," she said, looking at me.

Dr. Kim stared at us for a moment in silence before opening her desk drawer and taking out a business card. She stood and handed it to me.

"Some clients in your situation prefer going another route. Call this number and tell them I referred you."

Lara and I left, and she was clearly dejected. Deep down I was relieved. We said nothing as we waited for the elevator. Lara finally spoke as we rode down from the fifteenth floor to the parking garage.

"I guess I can just go fuck random guys from Tinder," Lara said sarcastically.

I examined the business card Dr. Kim had given us. There wasn't much useful information.

Artemis

Bermuda

441-732-2100

"We'll try Dr. Kim's suggestion," I said, handling Lara the card. She shrugged as she put it into her purse.

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We both moved on, or so I thought, as Lara stopped talking about the pact, IVF, or any of it after the visit.

About six weeks later I was sitting in the airport lounge in Toronto, waiting out yet another flight delay, when I heard my phone buzzing on the table. It was a text from Lara.

Lara: Artemis... I called the number.

Me: The thing from Dr. Kim?

Lara: Yeah. It's a cruise line.

Me: Doesn't make much sense to me.

Lara: It's apparently a breeding cruise.

Me: For real? What does that mean?

Lara: It sails in 6 weeks from Bermuda. I put down a deposit for both of us.

Me: Why would you do that without asking?

Lara: Just support me on this, ok?

Me: We can talk when I get back.

I was pissed. It was one thing to call the number, an entirely different one to sign me up for something like this and put money on it.

I started searching online. "Artemis Cruises Bermuda". Surprisingly few results came back. A couple of vague posts on some message boards from a few years ago. None of the usual travel sites had anything. One post on a fertility website was from a woman who claimed to have given birth to triplets after a trip to Bemuda. I closed my laptop and headed for my gate.

By the time I landed after my six hour flight, I had calmed down. I spent the flight thinking through the possibilities, and the two gin and tonics helped. The worst case scenario, if I chose it, would be that I could go on the cruise and just not participate. Lara had been there for me many times since college, and so I felt compelled to support her, at least as a token gesture.

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In the run up to the trip, it was all Lara could talk about. She scheduled a waxing for both of us a few days before the trip, and insisted on going bikini shopping together.

Artemis sent us a packet of information about a month before, with instructions and the contact information for our cruise concierge, a woman named Jules. The instructions implored us to pack light as not much would be needed on board. The packet also came with profiles and testimonials of women who had successfully conceived, which Lara poured over excitedly.

There was a section of add on services, including group sex along with a "fertility enhancement" package, meant to increase the chances of conceiving multiple babies.

"These are interesting," Lara said as she flipped through the packet over coffee.

"You aren't seriously going to do this stuff, are you?" I asked incredulously.

"We'll see," Lara said.

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The taxi slowed as we approached the harbor entrance, our driver turning into the cruise ship terminal area. The driver turned to us, pointing at the overhead lighted sign listing the cruise ships in port.

"You said Artemis, right? I don't think I've heard of this cruise line," he said as he looked back at us in the rear view mirror.

Lara nodded, looking at me with a grin. "Yep, that's the one," she said with a bit of excitement in her voice.

"Ok," our driver said as he began driving toward the far end of the cruise terminal. We passed a small white sign with an arrow that read "Artemis".

"By the way, where does this ship go? Looks more like a giant yacht than a ship," he said.

"It's a 9 month journey," Lara said, laughing. I smirked at this joke that only I would get, but my nerves really prevented me from enjoying the humor.

"Nine months? For real?" our driver asked, not picking up on Lara's joke in the slightest.

"Not really, it's just a three day fun cruise out into the open ocean and back," Lara replied.

The driver pulled up at the door, stopping the taxi. "Ok, well, wherever you two are going, we're here," he said as he opened the door, popping the trunk.

I got out of the cab, the driver handing me the small backpack in the trunk. Lara grabbed her Louis Vuitton duffle bag from the trunk. I handed the driver $40.

"Thanks. My name is Alfredo. Here's a card with my number if you need a ride when you get back," he said

"I'm Chrissy and that's Lara," I said, waving meekly. Lara was already toward the ship, not bothering to wait for me at all. Typical. Ever since college, she was always trying to be first.

Alfredo jumped back into the taxi and I walked to catch up with Lara, who strolled confidently toward the back of the registration line.

"So, are you ready for this?" she asked, putting her arm around my shoulder. I shrugged.

"I don't know. I can't believe we are really doing this based on a pact from 12 years ago," I said. Seeing the other women in line made this suddenly feel like it was truly happening.

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Alfredo was right. The ship looked more like a gigantic yacht. The name emblazoned on the side was Conception. "Not terribly creative," I thought to myself. The registration desk was under an awning outside and to the left of the gang plank. There was a short line of other women waiting, and we took our place at the back. I could hear 80s pop playing on the ship, with some women already up there and dancing on the deck.

Most of the other women looked to be in their 30s or 40s. I turned to look behind me, accidentally brushing my backpack against the woman in front of me, who had turned at the same time.

"So sorry. I'm clumsy," I said. My nerves and awkwardness were on full display. Lara gave me a side eye.

The woman looked to be about 40, while another younger woman played with her phone next to her. Both were attractive. The younger woman was a bit chubby with large breasts that were barely contained by her bikini top. The older woman was a bit taller, toned and tan.

"It's ok. You two look like first timers," the older woman said with a laugh. "I'm Joan and the girl there is my daughter Ella."

"Wow," I blurted out. "You're doing this cruise with your daughter?" I asked.

Joan laughed. "She insisted on coming," she said, a hint of pride in her voice. "I did this cruise a few years ago and got pregnant with her younger brother. Ever since then, Ella has been telling me that after she turned 18 and graduated, she wanted to do this. I thought it might be fun for us to get pregnant together."

"That's a real bonding experience," Lara said approvingly.

I shrugged. I thought it was super weird, but I grew up in a pretty conservative family. I could never in my wildest dreams even mention I had ever thought about doing anything like this to my parents.

"You don't seem too enthused. Trust me, everyone is nervous the first time. Once that first big cock fills you up, you'll be in heaven," Joan said.

"I'll reserve judgement, I guess," I replied.

We made it to the front of the line after a short wait. A young blond woman stood waiting for us behind the registration table. She was wearing a purple bikini and was visibly pregnant. Her swollen tits nearly popped out of her top as she leaned forward. I recognized her as the concierge from the packet, Jules. She looked younger in person.

"Hello and welcome to Artemis! I'm Jules and I'll be your concierge for the next three days," she said cheerfully.

"Let's see. You must be Lara and Chrissy? You're the last two to check in," she said.

We went through some paperwork and a questionnaire to confirm we were both ovulating within the next four days, before paying the remainder of the balance. $10000 total for the two of us, which felt like a lot of money for a cruise that lasts three days and basically goes nowhere.

"Since this is your first time, would you like a tour of the ship?" Jules asked as she stepped out from behind the table, her large pregnant belly leading the way. It looked enormous on her small frame.

"Moving a little slower," Jules said with a smile as she rubbed her belly. "Six months in."

We followed Jules up the gang plank and on to the deck. It was certainly a nice ship. She explained that it was bought at auction from a sanctioned Russian oligarch who abandoned it in a port in the Bahamas. It was renamed the Conception three years ago as Artemis' newest vessel.

"Artemis cruises started ten years ago to help women like yourself. It's a female founded, staffed, and run ship. The only male employee is the Captain," she said. As she spoke, we watched as a steady stream of young to middle aged men boarded the ship.

"Our breeding associates are all volunteers. They are carefully screened and selected. On this voyage, we have 25 men of various races, ages, and nationalities," Jules explained as she motioned toward the men boarding.

We continued to watch, nodding along. It was hard not to imagine these men fucking me. They were gorgeous.

"Also... don't expect a lot of conversation. Many don't speak English and most prefer their anonymity, so I doubt many will share their name," Jules said with a slight shrug. We continued on our tour.

Jules took us past a nice bar area behind the pool, and down a set of beautifully finished wooden stairs.

"This is the relaxation room. No sex in here. We have no individual cabins so if you need to sleep or rest, use this room," Jules said as we continued down a lavishly appointed hallway, complete with beautiful Caribbean inspired artwork and plush carpets.

"This is the group sex room," Jules said as she opened the door. It was a room complete with couches, beds, sex swings, and all other manner of fitments. "If you booked an orgy package I will let you know your appointment time later today," she said.

Lara looked at me with a smirk.

"You didn't," I whispered.

Lara nodded slyly.

Jules patted her round belly. "That's where this little guy was conceived," she said, moving on.

"So uh, where do most people have sex on the ship if there are no individual cabins?" I asked.

Jules laughed. "Anywhere and everywhere. The only off limits places are the relaxation room and the dining area... although that rule is rarely enforced," she said.

We walked back on to the main deck. The men, mostly now topless, were chatting with the women.

Lara nudged me and pointed at a jar full of blue pills on a table. Jules noticed us gawking.

"We want to make sure the men are always ready when you are. There's also some lubricants over there, if you need them," she added, pointing to a table with Astroglide in the largest containers I've ever seen.

"Two last things to know. No sex until we are at sea in international waters. That will be about two hours after departure. It's a legal thing. You'll know it's time because the ship's lights will dim," she said.

Jules produced two rubber wristbands from her bag and handed us each one. It reminded me of the cheap wristbands that were popular in the mid-2000s. It was green on one side and yellow on the inside.

"Green side out means free use. It's assumed you are ready to go, so to speak," she explained.

"If you prefer to be asked, or want to approach men yourself, I would suggest the yellow side," Jules said. "Most people start with the yellow side and wind up on the green side by day two.

I nodded and slipped the wristband on the yellow side. Lara did the same.

"I think that's about it. I'll be around if you need me. Have fun and relax." she said as she touched my shoulder.

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Lara and I found an open pair of chaise lounge chairs by the pool. The Bermuda sun was starting to set as the ship pulled away from the dock. Most of the women were now completely naked. Lara and I succumbed to the peer pressure and removed our tops, now just wearing our bikini bottoms, as we took in the scene before us. My DD tits on full display. It wasn't long before I dozed off, still a bit jet lagged from the red eye flight we took to get here.

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When I awoke, Lara was gone, and the faint glow of the last of dusk was on the horizon. The lights of Bermuda seemed far in the distance now. Sex noises could be heard all around me, bodies slapping together, grunting, and the moans of women in ecstasy.

Joan was on her back on the chaise next to me, her legs wrapped around a tall, fit blond man as he pounded her. Her green wristband was visible as she slid her hands along his back. She saw me watching and grinned before rolling her head backwards.

I started to wonder where Lara was. I got up and walked around the pool to the bar, passing a pair of couples fucking in the shallow end of the pool. This party definitely wasted no time in getting started.

The bar was a beautiful teak with just a kiss of weathering. The bartender was a topless brunette. Her large, engorged looking breasts were hard not to stare at, even for a straight woman.

"Welcome aboard. Can I get you anything? All the drinks are complimentary," she said.

"Do you have a Rose or a Chardonnay or something like that?" I asked.

"We have this Chardonnay here," she said. "I tried it earlier and it's nice. So glad to be able to drink again," she said as she poured me a generously sized glass.

"Did you just give birth?"

She nodded. "About six weeks ago. There's a daycare on the ship so that's convenient. You will find that most of the employees on the ship are either pregnant, just gave birth, or are about to get pregnant," she said with a laugh. "It's hard to be around all this cock and not give in," she added.

"I noticed. My name is Chrissy," I said.

"Kate," she said, her breasts swaying as she leaned forward to shake my hand.

"Is this your first trip with us?" Kate asked.

I nodded. "My friend sort of dragged me into this. I'm still a bit unsure about even being here," I said.

Kate played with her breasts while she spoke to me, rubbing around her nipples. "I remember my first trip three years ago. I was like you, signing up on a whim after a bad breakup. I loved it so much I started working here last year and promptly got knocked up again," she said with a giggle.

"Are you ok?" I asked, pointing to her breasts.

Kate cupped her breasts and pushed them up. "These things are full and it gets painful. It's like as soon as I pump they fill up again right away," she said. A small drop of milk appeared at the end of her long dark nipple.

"Do you mind if I drain them a bit? My pump is below deck but I can't really wait until my break," she said.

"Go right ahead," I said. Kate picked up a beer glass and began to express milk into it. It was spraying out in long bursts. Kate sighed.

"What's it taste like?" I asked as she continued to squeeze her breast.

"Kinda thin and sweet. Want to try?" she asked.

"Just a little maybe," I said. Kate handed me the glass. It had a couple of ounces in the bottom. I examined it momentarily before taking a small sip.

It was sweet and lightly creamy. "Mmm. It's pretty good," I said before taking another, larger sip.

"Glad you think so," Kate said as I handed the glass back to her. She went to keep draining her breast before pausing for a moment.

"Want to try it from the source? I need to drain these things, and well, if you like it..." her voice trailing off.

"Oh, uh. Ok, sure," I said. Kate motioned for me to go to a booth behind me. The bar had a couple of girls milling about and a couple of men in the back sitting alone.

Lara and I had played around a bit with each other out of curiosity in college, but it never went much beyond drunken shenanigans. This felt different.

Kate scooted into the booth. It was now that I noticed she was also fully nude. "Rest your head in my lap." she said as I laid down. I was looking up directly at her enormous, engorged tits.

Kate leaned forward and her nipple found my mouth. I began to suck, and her milk started to flow. I started to feel more relaxed.

I continued to suck for a minute or so, the music and noise fading into the background, before Kate whispered to me.

"Turn your wristband around to the green side," she said. "Trust me."

I unlatched from her nipple for a moment, and I felt Kate's hand on my wrist, turning the rubber band inside out, from yellow to green.

"I can tell you are wet. Just enjoy yourself. This is why you are here," Kate said as she lowered her nipple back to my mouth. I continued suckling.

It was about thirty seconds later that I felt my bikini bottoms come loose. I opened my eyes to see a tall, dark haired man climbing on top of me. He exchanged kisses with Kate as my bikini bottom fell to the floor under the table. That was the last I was going to see of it for the remainder of the trip.

The man lined up his cock with me and slid in, and using the table as leverage began to fuck me. His cock filled me completely, and I could feel his cock head nuzzle my cervix on each thrust. I closed my eyes again and continued draining Kate's tits as the man picked up his pace.

I left out muffled moans. Kate reached her hand under him and began to stroke my clit as the pounding continued.

I could feel him getting closer to cumming as his strokes slowed and lengthened. Kate was still fingering my clit as I could feel my own orgasm approaching.

I unlatched from her nipple as the man buried his cock in me, holding it deep as it pulsed in orgasm. I could feel him soak my pussy. At that moment, something changed.

"Kate, yes, yes, yes. Oh my god!" I moaned as I came hard, a cock still buried in me. It was over after thirty seconds and I collapsed into Kate's lap, her breast still dripping milk on to my cheek, my mouth only inches from the folds of her pussy.

"Someone came out of their shell. Wowza! That was hot!" I heard Lara's voice standing in front of the booth. The unnamed man withdrew his cock from me and gave me a kiss as he moved on to find another lady to fulfill.

I sat up next to Kate. Lara was sweaty. I could see cum strands hanging from her red, swollen pussy lips.

"That was amazing. Thank you," I said to Kate as I slid out of the booth. A glob of cum slid out of my pussy onto the floor.

"Thanks for helping me drain these heavy girls," she said, cupping her breasts before taking her place behind the bar.

Lara and I made our way back to our chairs by the pool.

"So where did you end up?" I asked.

"That girl Ella and I found a couple of Asian guys who took turns with us over on the bow. She's a real firecracker. When I left her to find you, they were about to double penetrate her," Lara said.

Lara spread her pussy lips admiringly, looking down at the cum covered mess they had become. For my part, I was leaking out onto the chair.

"Nap break and then we hit it again?" I asked. Lara smiled approvingly before leaning back. We both closed our eyes for a bit.

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"Hello Lara, sorry to disturb," I heard Jules say as Lara sat up, waking from her short nap. "You are booked for the ultimate breeding package in the orgy room for tomorrow at 2 PM. You'll have five men at your disposal," she said.

"Holy cow, I'm going to be sore," Lara said. "Can Chrissy join in?" she asked.

"It would be a small upcharge," Jules replied. "But I can make that happen."

"You down?" Lara asked me as I leaned forward.

"You only live once, huh? Sure," I said.

"Any particular requests? Old guys, young guys, black?", Jules asked.

"Surprise us," Lara said.

Jules smirked back as she stroked her belly. "You girls have fun. I can send a couple of the black guys over here as an appetizer, if you like?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

Lara smiled and nodded.

About ten minutes later a couple of fit, young black men approached us. They studied us for a moment before whispering something to each other and snickering.

"Ride us," one of them said.

Lara and I looked at each other before standing up. The two black men picked a side each and laid down. Their cocks were already at full staff, no doubt the little blue pills were flowing freely.

I climbed atop my chosen man, sliding my pussy along his cock, my wetness coating him. I raised myself slightly, allowing his cock head to penetrate me. He was larger and thicker than the redhead from before. I slowly lowered myself, allowing my pussy to stretch. I felt as though he would plunge through my cervix, but my pussy continued to stretch as I slowly sank down.

Lara had bottomed out first, holding herself steady before raising up. Some prior cum had leaked out and was sliding down her man's cock. She closed her eyes as she lowered herself again.

"Ladies, ladies. Look at you. Time for a little black baby roulette, huh?" Joan said as she stepped out of the pool to watch the show.

After a few strokes I got into a rhythm, my pussy now fully stretched, although if I went too hard his cock would bottom out against my cervix.

"She's gonna look sexy as fuck swollen up with my baby," the guy I was fucking said. "She's got breeding hips."

Lara and I seemed to have an unspoken competition for who could get their man to cum first. I started a combination of bouncing alternating with grinding, letting my engorged clit slide along his cock.

Lara, for her part, was bouncing up and down with wild abandon, her hands resting on his shoulders. Her strokes were long, and I could nearly see the tip of his cock head as she pistoned on him.

"Wow, Chrissy! You have really come around in the last few hours!," I heard Joan say. I turned my head to see her, arms crossed and soaking wet from the pool. She had picked up some bite marks on her breasts.

I turned back around and focused. "Mmph, Mmph, I'm gonna fill that white pussy," my man said as I took one last plunge down his cock. His arms came up to my hips to hold me down as I felt his cock swell and pulse, letting out rope after rope of cum into my already soaked pussy.

I collapsed on top of him as Lara bounced up, her man's cock popping out as his first spurt of cum sprayed her pussy lips. He quickly pushed it back in and Lara took the rest of his load before sliding off him, a giant glob of cum falling out onto his chest as she stood.

I was spent. Lara and I both decided we needed some down time and found the relaxation room that Jules had shown us earlier.

A lot of the other women had the same idea, and were splayed out in various positions around the room, some sleeping, others just reclined on the couches with a glass of wine or a cocktail.

Lara and I found a couch and collapsed on to each other, our cum soaked pussies slowly leaking out onto a towel we put down on the couch.

"So, what do you think so far?" Lara asked me as I closed my eyes.

"It's like we are in an alternate dimension or something. I don't even know what time it is," I said.

"It's like 11:30 or something," Lara said. "But you didn't answer my question."

"You just want to hear me say I was wrong. Ok. Fine. I was wrong. This is wild," I said, a hint of reluctance in my tone.

"Well, yes, I did want to hear that. Chrissy admitting she was wrong. Maybe I should record it," Lara said.

"At the end of this we are both probably going to be pregnant," I said, as if that was something neither of us had considered but the realization was starting to come to me. The sex was fun and the risk was part of the fun.

"That's the idea. I'm excited. The ultimate souvenir," she said.

Both of us slowly drifted off to sleep, naked on a sofa in a shared room. I slept well that night, both from sheer exhaustion and also the relief of coming to a level of comfort with this.

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We woke in the morning and headed out to the breakfast spread which was laid out near the pool. This was certainly not a luxury cruise, with a fairly meager spread of pastries and eggs that tasted like they came from powder. There was absolutely no illusion about what we were paying for on this ship.

The jars of Viagra had been refilled, and the party got started again about 10 in the morning. Lara and I were relaxing by the pool, trying to save our energy for the babymaking orgy we were scheduled for, when Jules came by to check in on us.

"Ladies, how was the night? Restful? I bet you two were tired," she said as she sat down on the edge of my lounge chair.

"Totally trashed," I said. "I think I slept a solid 8 hours."

"Same. I guess we need our energy for today, right?" Lara said.

Jules nodded. "Definitely. Did I tell you how I got knocked up? Kind of a weird story," she said.

We both shook our heads in unison.

"We had a couple of girls about six months ago book the same package you two did. They really wanted me to participate, but we aren't allowed to have sex with the men while we are on the clock, only after hours. They asked me to fluff the guys for them while they fucked, so I said yes," Jules said.

"Doesn't sound like a recipe for getting knocked up," I said

Jules nodded. "So anyway, I'm there giving handjobs and blowjobs to keep these guys hard, most of them came twice in these two ladies. At the end of it, the guys leave and the women collapse on top of each other, leaking cum out of their pussies all over the bed. They decide to eat each other out, and before long one of them is going down on me, spitting wads of cum into my pussy," Jules said.

"Seems crazy, but I'm pretty sure that's how I got knocked up. I know I was ovulating and the time lines up," she said.

"Wow. I've heard of cum swapping before but getting pregnant that way is pretty nuts," I said.

"Who knows what color the baby is," she said with a shrug. "Could be anything,"

"You wanna fluff for us?" I asked, just assuming Lara would be down.

"Yeah! That would be cool if you can," Lara added.

"I'd love to but I'll have to check and see what's going on," Jules said and she struggled to stand back up, her belly throwing her off balance as she braced herself. "I'll see you guys later."

I decided to go for a walk while Lara finished off another mimosa, venturing to the front of the boat. I passed a few couples fucking in various positions, and was starting to get turned on myself.

As I rounded a corner near the staircase to the bridge, I ran into Joan coming down the stairs, sweaty and disheveled.

"You look like you've had a hell of a night," I said, stopping at the base of the stairs.

"I ran into the ship's captain and ended up having a threesome with him and some other woman I met at the bar," she said. "I ended up sleeping up there last night. Have you seen Ella?" she asked.

I shook my head. "The last I saw of her was before Lara and I went to the relaxation room," I said.

I watched a glob of cum slide out of Joan and on to her thigh as we stood there. I pointed at it and Joan reached down and scooped it up on her finger before licking it off.

"Well, I'm gonna go find her. Want to come along?" Joan asked.

I shrugged. "Might as well. I'm trying to save myself for later," I said nonchalantly.

"What's later?" Joan asked as we made our way to the front of the ship where there was another door to head below deck.

"Lara signed up for an orgy and invited me," I said. "I just assume that will wear me out."

"I did that when I came here before. It was crazy. I was pretty much done after that," she said.

We made our way down the beautiful stairs below deck. I admired the art on this side of the ship. There were plaques below each painting, as though this were a museum. The few along this part of the corridor were abstracts by an artist from Barbados.

Joan paused to look in the orgy room. The door was closed and it was off limits during a party, but she cupped her eyes against the glass window to look inside before moving on.

We continued about twenty feet down the hallway before noticing a door partially opened. The sounds of slurping and moaning were faintly heard. It didn't sound like the normal sex noises of bodies slapping together that were ever present around the ship.

Joan, ever bold, peered in, pausing before smirking. She pushed the door open a bit more.

I looked over Joan's shoulder. It was Ella, lying on her back eating out another woman who was facing away from the door in a 69 position. She turned to look, and it was Kate, the bartender. Kate's face was absolutely covered in cum and Ella's juices.

Ella paused. "Mom," she said.

"You look like you're having fun. Don't let all that cum go to waste my dear," she said, sounding like a parent telling their kid to eat their broccoli.

Kate continued to feast on Ella's cum soaked pussy as Ella wiped her mouth off.

"Maybe if you see a couple of guys you can send them in here?" Ella asked.

"We will find a couple of them and leave you to it," I said. Joan stepped back and I closed the door again.

Joan and I made our way over to the bar. As we entered, a couple of guys were getting up to leave. Joan whispered something in the ear of the closest one, a tall bald man with a British accent whom I had seen yesterday.

"Of course, love," he said, motioning to his friend, a fit Brazilian who had colorful sleeve tattoos.

They both took off, their semi-erect cocks brushing against me as they made their way through the doorway.

Joan and I made our way back to the aft pool deck where I found Lara hanging out in the shallow end.

"Being naked these last couple of days has been great," she said as she floated toward the middle of the pool on her back.

"I can totally see why people become nudists," Joan said. "In fact, I mostly am these days."

"Does Ella feel the same way?" I asked

"She has come around to it some. But I bet this trip will fully convert her," Joan said as she found a chaise to lay down on.

Lara climbed out of the pool, drying herself before lying down on the chaise, her legs spread, exposing her puffy pussy lips to the sun and sea air.

"You girls excited for this afternoon? Just a couple more hours," Joan said as Lara smirked.

"If that doesn't get me knocked up, nothing will," Lara said. "And Chrissy invited Jules to fluff for us."

"That's nice. She can go down on you afterwards if you still haven't cum," Joan said.

We hung out and chatted for a bit about other life topics, TV shows, and other things for a bit, stopping occasionally to watch one of our cruise mates take a pounding in and around the pool.

After about 45 minutes, Ella made a slow walk out of the bar and towards us. She was sweaty and strands of cum were clinging to her belly and thighs. She plopped down on a chair across from us, letting out a contented sigh.

"Looks like those gentlemen took care of you, huh?" I asked.

"The Brazilian guy... I had a hard time fitting his cock in me," Ella said. "I think he came directly into my cervix," she said as she patted her belly.

"Well, that's the idea sweetheart," Joan said. "Just think, maybe one of those sperm is wriggling into your egg right now."

Ella leaned back and slumped in her chair, closing her eyes. I looked at her and thought of myself at that age, having quite a different life. The thought that my conservative mother and I would be having a detailed discussion about sex, let alone going on a "girls trip" to get impregnated on a cruise ship would have been pure fiction. Far be it from me to judge how anyone lives their life, and I am here doing the same thing.

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A few minutes before our appointed time, Jules came to find us, holding a tray with a small cup of red liquid and two pills.

"Ladies, let's get this party started," Jules said excitedly as she handed Lara the cup and pills. Lara drank the small cup and downed the pills in one shot.

I looked at her quizzically. "What the hell did you just take? Some party drug?" I asked.

"Hardly. My final dose of the fertility treatment, to make sure that I have multiple ovulations today," she said.

"You didn't tell me you signed up for that!" I said, raising my voice a bit.

"You were barely interested in coming here. Let's go party," Lara said.

Whatever. I guess she is right. We both got up, following Jules toward the bar. The other women watched us knowingly. A curvaceous brunette who had just finished getting pounded by the same Brazilian that Ella had been with gave us a knowing smirk as she passed us.

We arrived at the orgy room and Jules unlocked the door with her key card. She flipped on a switch and the room began to glow with a neon pink, from the walls to the bed itself.

The bed was round, the type of thing you would stereotypically expect to see here, but it added to the whole vibe.

"Do you want music?" Jules asked, playing with a touch panel on the wall.

"Something chill," I said. Jules tapped a few times and some lo-fi type beats started playing.

Jules rubbed her belly for a minute as she watched Lara survey the room. "Ready for the boys?" She asked.

Lara and I looked at each other, smirking and nodding in unison. I plopped on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs. "Be right back", Jules said.

"Do you feel good about this?" Lara asked as she sat next to me.

I nodded with a slight shrug. "It's surreal. But I'm all in now. If we aren't already knocked up, this is going to guarantee it," I said.

A moment later the first of five men paraded in the door, their cocks already swollen. The first was a tall, muscular Korean, whom we previously heard was a baseball player, followed by a fit American, a blond Norwegian, and two black guys. Jules followed.

"Alright ladies, what do you think? Let me help get these boys hard and let's fucking do this!," she said, before dropping to her knees in front of the bed, her big pregnant belly resting on her thighs, as she began stroking and sucking the cock of the Norwegian.

Lara and I climbed on the bed fully, and we both flipped into the doggy position as both black men, who were already hard, took their places behind us, slowly entering us. I felt as though I was being split in half, and Lara gasped as her pussy lips parted.

I began sucking the cock of the tall American guy, a fit man with a beard and a slight southern drawl. The sounds of balls slapping against our ass as all three of us sucked cock was something I will remember forever.

With a grunt from the tall black man pounding her, Lara took her first load. I watched him bottom out inside of her, pushing her forward and down, as his cock pulsed inside her. I watched him pull out, a trail of cum following, as the Norwegian that Jules had been sucking off took his place behind her.

It was then, as I watched his pale white cock enter her, that the black guy that was fucking me began to slow down.

"Ugh, your pussy is tight as fuck," he said with a grunt as he bottomed out inside me. I felt his cock swell and began to pulse as he coated my cervix with his cum.

"Oh my god," I said with a gasp as the warm wetness filled me. He pulled out and flopped over into a chair next to the bed as the American guy crawled behind me.

"Flip over," he said. I laid on my back in missionary as he climbed on top and lined his cock up with my pussy, easily sliding in.

His cock was longer but not as fat, and I could feel it tap my cervix on each thrust. He wrapped his arms around and we exchanged sloppy kisses as he pounded away.

Jules was stroking the Korean guy as Lara was now standing with one leg up on the bed as the Norwegian guy pounded her with reckless abandon. Lara's mouth was agape and her eyes closed. I could tell she was about to orgasm, but I turned my attention back to my man, who was thrusting with his whole body.

I heard Lara cumming as my own orgasm was starting to build, as his shaft pressed against my clit on each stroke. I reached down and began rubbing my clit as I felt him explode inside of me, now a sloppy mess. He held himself inside of me as my own orgasm finally overtook me, my neck arching back into the bed.

The American withdrew from me as a trail of cum poured out of me. The Korean was now ready, but it was Lara's turn for a third. I laid down and relaxed, watching her get pounded doggy style again. It was only fair that she got the extra load, considering she booked this and was now going for twins or more.

Jules came over to the bed. She looked incredible with her large saggy pregnant tits and thick nipples resting on her belly.

"Sit on my face," I blurted out. That got a grin out of Lara who turned to watch as Jules mounted my face. I began to flick her clit with my tongue, before lapping at her pussy as she whimpered in pleasure.

Lara finally took the last bit of cum her pussy could handle and collapsed onto the bed. I continued sucking Jules clit as she started instinctively grinding on my face as her moans got more frequent, finally culminating in a gush of cum flooding my face.

The three of us collapsed on the bed for a couple of minutes, catching our breath. Jules got up and wiped herself down with a towel before turning off the music.

"Well ladies, I hope that was fun. Thanks for inviting me along. Chrissy, you eat a mean pussy," she said with a giggle.

"It was wild. My pussy is drowning in cum," I said, inserting a finger into myself, which felt like a gooey mess.

Lara and I were too content to want to get up but realized our time in here was up.

Jules went over to a cabinet and opened a drawer, pulling out two small objects. She handed one to each of us. It was a plug of sorts.

"Put these in your pussies so that you don't leak out your precious cargo all over the ship," she said. I inserted the plug in as did Lara, and the two of us got up, both a sweaty mess.

"I need to take a nap now," Lara said, pointing in the general direction of the relaxation room. I nodded, following her out the door.

We found a couch and both collapsed. It was a fitting climax to our trip.

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The remainder of our trip on the Conception was relatively uneventful compared to the first two days. We both turned out wristbands to the green side and ended up getting fucked a couple of more times before Bermuda came into view again on the horizon the next morning.

We put our clothes on for the first time in nearly three days. It felt a little weird and now I was contemplating

We exchanged contact info with Joan and Ella as the Conception made its way into the port, excited to keep up with each other's pregnancies. We said goodbye to Jules, Kate and a few of the other friends we made on board. Watching all of the ladies slowly make their way down the gangplank, it was clear many of them were moving slowly, some even appearing to limp a bit.

Lara called our driver Alfredo, who arrived about 10 minutes later, and took us straight to the airport where we caught our return flights back to the states. We didn't say much on the return trip, both of us reliving the last three days and thinking about the future.

I was able to reflect on the flight home, eschewing the gin and tonic that I would normally enjoy, on the hope and assumption that I was newly pregnant. It was a difficult to believe long weekend, one that I would never forget, and one that was about to change my life forever.

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Three weeks after the trip, Lara and I met up at my apartment after lunch. She pulled two pregnancy tests out of a shopping bag and we both excitedly took turns peeing on to a stick. We set the tests aside on the table and waited patiently.

"What are you going to do if you aren't pregnant?" I asked.

"Artemis will let you come back for half price if you don't get pregnant. Maybe it sounds bad, but going back and fucking a bunch of hot guys again... I think I could go for that," she said giggling.

"Ready to look?" I asked.

"You do it. I can't," Lara replied.

I stood and looked at the two strips on the table. Both had two bright pink lines, and we were both pregnant, just as I expected. I stood staring, expressionless, and rubbed my forehead a bit, doing my best to fake Lara out.

"So?" She asked

"Well uh... not sure how to say this but, I guess..." I said, trailing off.

"Guess what?"

"I guess we are just a couple of knocked up sluts," I said laughing.

Lara stood and we hugged, spending the rest of the night coming up with names for our babies.

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Our pregnancies progressed normally, and Lara started showing well before I did, and her first ultrasound confirmed what we both thought. She was having twins.

Lara went into labor a couple of weeks before I did. I joined her in the delivery room as she first gave birth to a white baby girl, and in what seemed to shock the delivery nurse, a half black baby boy.

"I have many questions about how this might have happened, but I suppose those are answers for you alone," the doctor said as Lara's two babies rested on her breasts.

I thought back to our orgy, imagining that Lara quite possibly conceived these two babies while we fucked side by side that afternoon.

Lara was with me when I gave birth to a 8lb 4oz dark haired white baby boy. I am fairly certain that I must have conceived while I breastfed from Kate on my very first fuck of the trip, but we'll never know for sure, but something about my son reminded me of that first one.

Joan and Ella both gave birth to baby girls, and we made plans to meet up in person at some point. They lived in Portland and us in Seattle, and we became close friends in the intervening years, keeping in touch via Zoom once a week as we tracked progress on our babies and future pregnancies, but we all looked back fondly on that particular voyage.

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"So, that's the whole story," I said. Nurse Melissa was now sitting beside me, taking a break from her work to listen to my crazy tale.

"Oh, Oh, that's amazing," she said. "Mmmpphh... mmm"

It was now that I noticed her hand had been down her pants. She was slowly rubbing her clit. I had no idea how long this had been going on but she seemed close.

She closed her eyes and began rubbing her clit more furiously as her orgasm hit her, groaning and gasping, before letting out a final sign. A wet spot had formed on her pants.

"I'm so sorry," she said, leaning forward towards me. "I couldn't help it. That was so hot."

"It's ok. If I was up to I'd rub one out, too," I said with a giggle.

"Do you think you'll go on another cruise?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'll probably go back. I always think I'm done and then it hits me like some kind compulsion," I said.

"So, uh... do you by chance have the phone number with you?," the nurse asked sheepishly.

"Hand me my purse," I said with a grin.