"Ready, baby?" George asked, his voice thick with sleep and excitement.

Connie nodded, her eyes shimmering with the excitement of what was to come. She felt George's hands, firm and warm, on her hips as he pulled her closer to him. He was already hard, his erection pressing against her thigh, eager to drive her the second part of the treatment she craved.

Their love making was a silent pattern of passion, a dance of need and desperation. Each thrust into her silky depths sent waves of pleasure through her body, making her moan with desire. The room was filled with the sweet scent of their love, a potent aphrodisiac that made every touch, every kiss, feel more intense. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her nipples stiff and sensitive, begging for George's mouth.

Connie's orgasms were explosive, each one sending a jolt of electricity through her core that left her trembling in George's arms. He watched her face contort with pleasure, his own climax building as he felt her tighten around him, milking him for all he had. With a roar, he released his first load, filling her completely, watching as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. He didn't stop, instead he pulled out and slammed back in, eager to give her more, to fill her with his seed until she was overflowing.

Her body responded eagerly to his relentless pounding, and soon she was screaming out her second orgasm, her pussy spasming around him. He didn't hold back, letting his passion take over, his hips moving in a frenzied rhythm as he gave her everything he had. The third orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her whole body convulsing as he filled her up again. He collapsed beside her, both of them breathing heavily, the air thick with the scent of their love making.

As they lay there, basking in the afterglow, Connie couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension for what was to come. Today was the second appointment at the McKenzie Fertility Clinic, where she would be receiving the final part of this months treatment. Max, the sperm donor, was the strongest and most virile man they had at the clinic, and she had been looking forward to this morning since their treatment yesterday.

The treatment room was warmly lit, with soft, calming music playing in the background. As Max entered, he took in the sight of Connie, her skin glowing from the exertion of the past 24 hours. His nose caught a hint of her musk, and he knew she had been preparing her body for the task ahead.

"Good morning, Max," Connie said, her voice a little shaky with anticipation. George nodded in greeting, his hand resting protectively on her shoulder. Max smiled, his gaze lingering on her swollen breasts, the nipples poking through the thin fabric of her lacy dress.

"I can see you've been busy," Max said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "How many times have you two lovebirds made love since our little rendezvous yesterday?"

Connie's cheeks flushed as she admitted, "Four times, actually."

Max raised an eyebrow, his smile growing wider. "Four times, huh?" he said, his voice a low purr. "It seems like your body is ready for round two with me."

Connie felt a thrill run through her as she nodded in agreement. She knew that today was the crucial part of the treatment, the one that could potentially make their dream of a baby come true. She watched as Max approached the bed, his erection straining against his pants. He was every bit as handsome as she remembered from yesterday, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline.

With a graceful motion, Max lifted the sheets, revealing the eager couple beneath. George was already moving into place, his face hovering over Connie's pussy, his tongue tracing a line from her clit to her asshole. She gasped as he began to lick and suck, his tongue delving deep into her folds, teasing her swollen flesh. The sensation was overwhelming, and she found herself arching her back, offering herself up to him completely.

Max stepped closer, his handsome face flushed with desire as he watched George's attentions. He reached down and stroked his thick cock, the veins standing out in stark relief against the shaft. "Open wide," he instructed, and Connie obeyed, her mouth watering at the sight of him. He brought his cock to her lips and she took him in, her tongue flicking over the head as she began to suck. His taste was faintly musky, a reminder of his potency and the task at hand.

Her eyes never left his as she worked him, her hand gently cupping his balls and rolling them in her palm. George's mouth and tongue on her clit were driving her wild, and she could feel the beginnings of another powerful orgasm building within her. She moaned around Max's cock, the vibrations sending a thrill through him that made his eyes widen. He watched her, his own passion growing with each bob of her head, as she took more and more of him into her mouth.

"Now, let's switch," Max said, his voice gruff with desire. "Lie on your back, George. It's time for Connie to ride you."

George obeyed, his cock standing tall and proud as he settled onto the bed. Connie straddled him, her legs trembling slightly from the intensity of their previous lovemaking. She took his cock in her hand and guided it to her entrance, her pussy already slick with desire. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto him, her eyes never leaving Max's as she felt George fill her up.

Max moved in behind her, his strong hands reaching around to claim her breasts. He pinched her erect nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them gently at first before applying more pressure. Connie gasped, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine and directly to her clit, which was already being expertly stimulated by George's cock.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passion: George's grunts as he pounded into her, the wet slap of their bodies meeting, and the soft moans that escaped Connie's mouth as Max's hands played with her sensitive peaks. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back as she rode her husband's cock with renewed vigor, driven by the dual sensations of Max's grip and George's relentless thrusts.

Suddenly, Max's hands left her breasts, and she felt the pressure of something else against her tightly puckered hole. She tensed, unsure if she was ready for what was about to happen, but Max was insistent, his grip firm and reassuring. Without warning, he pushed, and Connie felt the tip of his cock breach her ass, the pain sharp and shocking. She screamed, her eyes wide with a mix of pain and agony.

George's rhythm didn't falter, his cock continuing to fill her pussy as Max pushed deeper, inch by inch, stretching her open. She could feel her womb being pulled and filled from both sides, the sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The pain was intense, but it mingled with a deep, primal need to be taken, to be filled. Max's grip on her hips was unyielding as he pushed himself all the way in, his balls resting against her ass cheeks.

Her scream of agony morphed into a moan of pleasure as she reached her apex, her womb spasming around the two cocks that claimed her completely. The pressure was unbearable, and yet she found herself craving more, her body begging for release.

With a grunt of his own, George reached his peak, his cock pulsing within her as he filled her pussy with his hot seed. The sensation sent Connie over the edge, her orgasm ripping through her like a tempest, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. Her womb opening to his swimmers.

But Max was relentless, his cock still buried deep in her ass. He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, allowing her to adjust to the new fullness. With each movement, he went deeper, until he was driving his entire length into her, his balls slapping against her swollen pussy with every thrust. The pain was exquisite, a white-hot flame that danced along her nerve endings, melding with the pleasure until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

He reached around and pinched her clit, twisting one of her nipples as he did so. The sudden burst of sensation was like a lightning strike, sending her body into overdrive. Connie's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt herself being pushed towards a climax that was unlike any she had ever experienced before. It was as if she could see her body from above, her womb opening up to receive the life-giving seed that would make her dreams come true.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, her vision swirling with colors as she felt herself being lifted out of her own body. She watched as her body convulsed around the two men, her pussy clenching down on George's cock, her ass gripping Max's shaft tightly. She could see the sperm swirling together, fighting their way towards her egg, a microscopic battle for the prize of creation.

Connie felt herself going over the edge, her consciousness slipping away as the pleasure became too intense to bear. Her body went slack, her head lolling to the side as she passed out, the room spinning around her.

When she awoke, she was disoriented, her body feeling heavier than usual. She blinked her eyes open and saw Max's cock still inside her, his eyes closed in concentration as he fucked her. She was still on top of George, his cock softening inside her pussy, their juices mingling. A small trickle of George's cum was seeping out of her pussy, and she felt Max's cock push it aside, claiming her once again.

Her body responded instinctively, her pussy clenching around George as Max's cock began to move within her cunt. She was filled to the brim, the sensation of having two men inside her at once was something she had never thought she would experience, let alone crave. But crave it she did, her body aching for more, her mind lost in the haze of pleasure.

Connie felt the heady mix of Max's cock sliding in and out of her, the thickness and heat of his shaft sending shockwaves through her core with every thrust. Her walls tightened around him, eager to keep him inside her, to never let him go. The fullness was unbearable, yet she pushed herself back onto him, her hips grinding against George's pelvis as she sought even more depth.

The men had switched places without her even realizing, Max now filling her pussy with powerful strokes, and George's cock once again pressing against her asshole. She could feel the head of George's cock teasing her, slipping in the wetness that Max had created, the anticipation driving her wild. The room was spinning, her vision blurred, but the sensations remained sharp and intense. She was floating in a sea of pleasure, each wave more powerful than the last, threatening to drown her in ecstasy.

Connie returned to her tantric state of mind, watching her body respond to the dual fucking from above, as if she were an observer to her own rapture. Max's cock was a piston, driving into her open womb with every stroke, reaching depths that she hadn't known existed. She could feel her muscles contract around him, her body begging for release, for the moment where she would be filled with the promise of new life.

Her breathing grew shallow, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as she felt George's cock press against her ass again. He was matching Max's pace, their movements synchronized in a rhythm that was almost poetic in its beauty. The pressure was unbearable, and she stopped breathing as her orgasm overwhelmed her body, her muscles clenching tightly around both men, her walls fluttering with the intensity of her climax.

Max groaned, his eyes snapping open as he felt Connie's womb clamp down on him. He knew she was close, her body begging for his release. He grabbed her hips and thrust deep, holding himself there as he emptied himself into her, his hot cum filling her up completely. It was trapped there, unable to escape the velvet prison of her womb, mixing with the essence of George's seed. Connie's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the warmth of Max's release, the final piece of the puzzle that could give her the baby she so desperately wanted.

As Max pulled out, George took his place, his cock still hard and eager. He slammed into her with a ferocity that surprised even him, the room echoing with the sound of flesh on flesh. His cum painted her insides, mixing with Max's, a heady cocktail of desire and hope. Connie's body was a writhing mess of pleasure, her orgasm so intense she could feel it in her bones.

She knew, in that moment, that she was pregnant with her first baby. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of relief and euphoria that made her want to scream out to the heavens.