Breeding

This is a continuing story. The beginning of the story was called Drywood for no apparent reason whatsoever. If you want a presentation of the characters and start of the plot read the first parts.

As noted in part 6 the story now becomes four different stories, all overlapping in time but best told as one at a time. The other ones are called "Sailing", "Monas story" and "Carrie" and the prolog is in drywood part 6. This is another one starting in part 6 with Helen telling me about her friend Annette and her wife Gretchen wanting to have a child and wishing me to be the father. She was supposed to call and ask. Helen had been adamant that I should be nice and not say anything dumb. And Yvette told me to go ahead and breed her. That's why the story is named like it is.

So here comes the story about Annette and Gretchen and their ´Breeding´

Chapter 1:

I knew Annete very well and liked and respected her. She was working hard and doing her best to avoid all the attention she was getting from the men around her. It is not always easy to be the boss's right-hand man in a company doing construction work. Annette had a string of hopeless boyfriends behind her when I met her, and later she gave up and when she met Gretchen she said it was like meeting the other half of herself. Annette is a tall girl a little over 1,80 meters, but unlike some tall girls not lanky and unsure in her movements. She is a confident tall girl very sure about her own body. You know that feeling you get looking at a dancer. Very fit, well-toned as some might say. Hazel brown eyes with an intelligent and cheeky look and black hair. Not dark, because it was as black as a starless sky at night, full of life in the black color and flowing easily around her shoulders.

I had met Gretchen only once, at their wedding, and she was a small, almost petite, girl. Looking like a very young Ana de Armas with big eyes and a very pretty face. Short cropped dark brown hair and a very elegant way of moving. Like a little lady. More than one man had expressed the sadness about her being a stone hard lesbian. The contrast between the two was striking, Annette 1,80 and Gretchen 1,55.

And anyone could make out that they were very happy together.

But she didn't call. They just showed up one day.

I was mowing the lawn outside my house, which needed to be done since I had been gone nearly two weeks,. I was minding my own business and hearing nothing as the lawnmower howled and my ear protection shut out most of the noise. Two weeks of sailing and getting a suntan all over. (The story about that is 'sailing' as you, dear reader, can guess.) The first thing I saw was an enormous SUV of some exotic brand with a logo from a construction company that drove up and parked on my yard. Stopping the mower and walking towards it I recognized Annette hopping out from the driver's seat. All smiles and sunshine as always and running up to me and giving me a big hug. The black hair was tied in a sort of tail, starting rather high on the head. Dressed in a checkered shirt with short sleeves and a pair of jeans worn down to near no color at all. Very little make-up if any. I knew she could be hard as nails when she needed to be but right now, she was just a joy to see. She just kept up the hug and started to talk.

"Oh, how nice to see you again. We have a lot to talk about, and we wanted to do it in person. Less risk for you to turn us down. I had to do some checking of a workplace out here in the area so we decided to stop by. Company truck."

I noted the ´we´ and looked around and sure enough, down from the other side of the enormous car hopped a nimble and elegant Gretchen. All smiles and with that fire, almost drag, in her eyes. I invited them up on my sundeck and asked if they wanted something to drink, or coffee or something and while I fixed all that in the kitchen, I could see Annette waving and telling Gretchen something. I guessed she was elaborating around the story of the time she and Helen spent in my little house some years ago. And sure, enough, when I came out she said:

"Do you remember what fun we had? Of course you do!"

And I did. And I said so. And Gretchen smiled and there was sunshine everywhere. We talked about her work and Gretchen finishing her studies writing her thesis in some nursing subject I didn't know anything about, and how they were living and doing.

"Now for some real talk"

Annette said with a smile:

"We want to have a child. I think Helen told you about that. And we want you to be the father. Could you consider that?"

I protested and said she could find anyone willing, and able, or some other way. And then the steel in her voice crept in.

"Now you listen to me! You are the only man I would consider taking to bed. Ever. And I will not want to even consider any unnatural stuff. And you have two healthy children already so your track record in that department is great. I still remember all the fun and all the nice things we had."

I turned to Gretchen and looked at her.

"Are you ok with this?"

"Yes. We have talked about it a long time. We want to have a child; we want to be a family. I don't trust anything about this insemination stuff. And I should know its part of my thesis. If you don't want to admit to being their father we will say in the papers father unknown."

"That is not the problem. If we do this, I even want to know the child. I will stand by being the father and so on"

We talked about it for a while, and finally they talked me into at least giving it a try. Annete stated that she had been off the pill for over a year so they would let me know when the suitable time arrived and how and when we would try. And then we called it a day, and they roared off in that enormous vehicle. And I went back to mowing the lawn.

Chapter 2.

And I was away again. A few weeks flying around and working hard. (If you want those weeks you can read 'Monas story'.) coming home a Saturday afternoon. Tired and with a hard disk filled with work ahead of me I was trying to find something in my freezer to eat, and failing, when the phone rang.

"Hi -- it's Annette. What are you doing?"

"Trying to figure out something to eat"

"Don't! Come and visit us in town. Now! You know the address. I'll fix food. And I won't take no for an answer. See you in an hour."

And the phone went dead in my ear.

I made a few copies of all the pictures on my hard drive on different places, put a load of clothes in the washing machine and drove away. Yes, I know you shouldn't leave a washing machine going without being at home, but I don't really care. If it blows the water will go down the drain, and the water fuse takes care of the rest. Tired and hungry I arrived at the apartment of Annette and Gretchen. Nice house in the center of town. Three stories up and a large apartment with a great view over the town center. Annette opened the door and for once not dressed in her usual black. She was dressed in a long flowing robe of some floral material. Very light and flowing around her when she moved. I have always been taken by her natural grace and strength in the way she holds herself and moves. She is a tall girl with a lot of body self-consciousness. The warm hug from her started to revive me. Gretchen was dressed in a kind of slinky trousers, maybe yoga pants or something like that in blue, and a very small top with spaghetti straps and hiding less that it showed. Her nipples doing their best to poke holes in the material. Well anyway food was nice and talk easy. Sitting in their comfortable couch, next to a smiling Annette leaning on my shoulder, with a cup of coffee she explained the urgency.

"We have been monitoring me these last weeks and according to medical opinion, that is 'Gee', I am in a very fertile state today. So now we want to ask you to give me a child. Today."

"I suppose 'Gee' is sure about all this?"

I said with a big smile and looked at Gretchen.

"I am Gee to Annette, and now You. Just for the closest to use. But since you are going to be the father of our child you are as of now family."

And she came over to me and gave me a big hug and a kiss.

I laughed and felt a little uneasy, but Annette squeezed closer to my side so that I felt rather cornered by this two lovely girls.

"Ok, if that is what you really want."

And they did. Taking hold of a hand each they led me to the bedroom, and managed to unbutton my shirt on the way there. Just inside the door they turned me around and I was enveloped in a big hug by a now suddenly stark naked Annette. As she started to kiss me I could feel Gee fumbling with my trousers, and I assisted her in opening them. She just yanked them down and I could feel my naked body pressed against Annette's lovely frame. She backed to the bed and just fell backwards on it and left me standing there looking down on her naked body. And that is something to behold. She is beautiful was the thought in my mind. She wiggled up on the bed and smiled at me. Widened her legs and I could see that she was wet and open for me.

"Come and get me! Now"

I crawled up between her legs and started to try to go down on her but she caught my head and nearly dragged me up and kissed me.

"None of that. I want you inside. All of you. Now!"

And with her free hand she almost grabbed my dick and pointed it straight to her pussy opening. It took no real effort to get it past the opening, and in one long slow movement I let it pass all the way inside. When my pelvis met her clitoris and I stopped she exhaled a deep sigh and started to twist and move. I withdrew and did it again- nearly all the way out and then the long journey to the bottom of her. She widened her legs more and held on to my back almost dragging me in.

"More! Again! Faster!"

And I did. Five more moves and she shouted in my mouth and started to shake and shudder all over. I waited, bottomed out, until she came down, and then I started to move again. Long strokes and with every stroke I could feel the obstruction at the tip of my penis opening a bit By now she had her knees up around her ears and I was pounding her with long strokes all the way to the hilt. I could see Gee from the corner of my eye, dropping her clothes beside the bed and climbing on beside us. She was completely gorgeous. She had a small frame and rather large breasts that didn't drop an inch. She was kissing and stroking Annette and at the same time I could see that she could not take her eyes of the spectacle of my cock travelling in and out of Annette's by now very wet pussy.

I felt the cum coming and told them so and then I bottomed out and held while I could feel the spunk driving into her in waves. The pressure on her clit and the pressure inside was enough to get her going again and she almost howled as another orgasm hit her. Felling her legs down and holding on to me she said;

"Don't go. Stay inside. I want to feel all of it in there. I am sure you pressed that straight up in my innards."

I felled us sideways and stayed inside, albeit not so deep. I knew I would not remain hard very long. It would probably go down in a few minutes and then it would sort itself out. Lying there and holding her was nice, and I could feel a second body pressing into my back. Hard hips, lovely stomach and a pair of breasts with tits as hard as small nubs poking into my backside. As her breathing became more normal and she relaxed, I did so also and soon glided over lying on my back. Just lovely to feel the warmness and proximity of two such pretty girls was soothing. That's when I could feel Gee starting to stroke my skin, and whisper in my ear;

"Wow. That was so sexy. Now it's my turn. Just relax and we will see when you are ready to go again."

And both girls started to caress me and kiss me from either side.

"Hey! Is this part of the deal? I thought you didn't go for men?"

"I am a lesbian, yes, but I want a child and Annette and I agreed that this would be the best way. The hope is that at least one of us will get pregnant. And by the way. That was so sexy when you two were at it so I am prepared to try."

"But..."

"No But's. Just lay still and keep quiet."

By now their hands had reached my penis and were both handling the by now steel hard rod sticking straight up in the air. Annette laughed a little and said:

"No need to ask if he is ready for round two"

Gee moved up on my torso and started to slowly glide downwards, leaving a wet trail behind her. And when she reached down so that my cock was resting on her backside she locked lips with Annette in a sloppy kiss and put both hands on my torso. Rising her bottom up I could feel Annettes hands holding my cock straight up and aiming it for her pussy. I could even feel the droplets from her dripping on the tip when she slowly lowered herself down so that the head started to widen her folds. I put both hands on her breasts, lightly squezzing her small hard nipples. Slowly moving down I could feel the head of my cock widening her pussy lips and slowly going in a little bit. She tried to press down but then she clamped up and sighed.

"You do it -- I am too nervous and have never done it before."

And she lay down beside me and dragged me with her. Annette pointed my dick straight at he opening and I started to move inside her. Inch by inch. Slowly and then I started to move in and out, every time going a little deeper with every trust. Suddenly she started to undulate and close her eyes and making strange sounds, and I could feel how her pussy contracted around me, trying to milk me it felt like. She composed herself after a while and looked me in the eye.

"That was heavy. Groovy. Sweet. Whatever but You didn't cum? I can feel it. Stall hard a s a rock. Now its your turn."

She was so wet by now that I could get more and more of me into her. I felt an obstruction on my tip and passed it slowy with a small whimper from her, and then I hit bottom. My pelvis was hard pressed on her clit. And I started to longstroke her. Every stroke I could feel the extra obstruction of her innards as I passed it. She was so tight I didn't hold long and soon started to spray her insides. I could feel her having a small orgasm by that. And let her come down slowly. Staying inside, bottomed out a little while.

"Now we hope this takes effect, but just to be on the safe side you stay here until tomorrow."

"Have you thought about if it takes on both of you?"

"Yes. Twins. What fun that would be!"

"I am not sure that's the definition of twins, but never mind. I hear you have talked a lot about this"

"You just bet!"

Came almost in chorus from them. And sure enough I stayed the Sunday. Sleeping with those two beauties and waking up to another session of prolonged sex, this time Gee got the first round. And then talking and relaxing all day and going at it again in the evening. I drove home late Sunday evening tired and sleepy but somehow elated by these two. I had no idea whatsoever if it would take or not but Annette had hinted that if it didn't we should have to do it all over in a few weeks again, and that would be fun. I was silently hoping that it didn't take and I had to do this over and over again.

Chapter 3.

But It did. Three weeks later I got a text 'Twins!' with a row of smiley's and sure enough nine months later they gave birth to two lovely little girls. I came to see them soon after. It all worked out fine and we baptized them at the same church where their mothers were married. Nellie and Pat grew up to be two lovely little ladies, not at all like but still acting like twins in many cases. Nellie was tall, dark and lean and tough as nails. The tomboy of the two. Afraid of nothing and with a mop of unruly hair on top of her head. Blue eyes and a complexion to match. Pat also had the blue eyes, but hers was more like ice. She was petite, pretty, and very devious. She could fool anyone.

One of the many funny details was the sourpuss social worker who came visiting one day. A lady in her fifties with an attitude of a shark on steroids, and the appearance of a schoolteacher from a bad dream in the 1950's. I asked her in and sat her down, offered a drink or a cup of coffee but she declined both and started to question me as if I was a felon of some kind.

"It says here that you have accepted fatherhood for both girls?"

"Yes -- the twins - and?"

"But they re not twins!"

"Whats the definition of twins?"

"Born from the same egg!"

"I am not sure about that. I seem to recall that you can have twins born from two eggs?"

"But from the same mother?"

"Is that stated somewhere? They have the same father! Right?"

"Don't confuse the issue! You are the father! Right?"

"Right."

"And you are not married to either of them?"

"Nope. They are married to each other. Is that a crime?"

"No -- but -- how -- when -- why...."

"Yes??"

"But how were they conceived?"

"None of your business."

"But...?"

"It is none of your business, papers are signed, all is ok, they live with their parents -- give up!"

"And you take the responsibility as a father to both of them?"

"If necessary- yes. But they have two capable mothers, married and living together."

"Are you going to help with their upbringing?"

"If they need it -- and ask for it."

And she kept on like that. Finally she gave up and nothing was heard of her again. I did help out when I was needed, I liked the two girls, the twins, and liked having the around from time to time as they grew up. And I had helped them out when needed, and been there when they asked.

Chapter 4.

And here I am today fifteen years later. Cornered by the Twins in my own living room.

"Listen! You had sex with my mother!"

"And mine!"

"Yes -- I am sure they have told you so!"

"Yes. But at the same time?"

"Yes. They have told you that too. I am sure of that."

"But our mothers don't go with.. like.. have sex with.. men? They are lesbians."

"Yes?"

"So everyone at school has tried to tease us that we just have two mothers and have no father, and we keep telling them that we have -- you! And some say that we will grow up lesbians too as we have no father around. But I don't feel lesbian at all, I like boys."

"And I am not sure that lesbianism is hereditary, doesn't say so in the book anyway. But my boyfriend said I was when I told him to leave my tits alone."

I had to laugh. And assured them that no evidence showed any inkling to inheriting sexual preference. But it didn't matter anyway. She should tell him to take hike until she felt ready for anything more. Pat looked at me with those big blue eyes and any fathers heart could melt and said:

"And you have always been there for us when we needed it, and birthdays, and everything else but you don't live with my mother. Or been married to or anything."

"So we can't really understand."

"Look at you mothers they are happy together, which is more than many of your divorced classmates parents can show for themselves. They are just jealous. Ask your mothers about how to treat boys, they know. Never do anything you don't want or feel like and always ask anything you like. Listen, you mothers wanted you. They wanted you so much that they were prepared to do what was needed to get you. Let it rest at that. And know that they, and I, love you two as daughters however unorthodox the situation is. And always will."