\cf0 Title: Fathering

Codes: MFF, lesbian, impreg

This is erotic fiction for adults only, and only in locales where such fiction is legal.

By A.Muller (a pseudonym)

My entry into fatherhood came the year after I graduated from college, when I was working near my alma mater.

\'93Sean, do you remember that party at the lake junior year?\'94 Ande was toying with her raven-black hair and looking straight at me across the table at Starbucks.

\'93You mean the one where Mike climbed on top of his car, and then fell on the hood?\'94

\'93Yeah, that\'92s the one. You were almost as drunk as Mike, and you told me you\'92d love to be my sperm donor some day.\'94

\'93I said that?\'94

\'93Yeah, you did. Did you mean it?\'94 Ande was staring at me, her mouth wearing an odd, almost elusive smile.

\'93Uh, where\'92s this conversation going?\'94

\'93Kristina and I are getting married next week, in San Francisco. And when we get back, we want to start the next step: having oddles of kids. We\'92re thinking four, but maybe even more.\'94 The words were pouring out of Ande so fast, I was having trouble keeping up. \'93\'85and we\'92re planning on taking turns being preggy. We flipped a coin, and Kris won, so she\'92s going to have the first kid.\'94

Like Ande, Kristina was a young engineer. Ande had her degree in structural engineering, while Kris was a civil engineer specializing in sewage treatment plants. Both had found great jobs near the college and both were well paid.

And if they were ever \'93made redundant,\'94 always a possibility in today\'92s relentless corporate world, with their training they\'92d never be unemployed for long. They could afford a large family, no question about that.

I\'92d known them since freshman year, when the three of us had been assigned to the same mathematics class. The professor skimmed over the early material, which was fine for the two math whizzes but not for me. I was struggling and would have flunked, had they not come to my rescue. Thanks to their tutoring, I\'92d ended up with a 91 as my final grade!

And thanks to the many hours of tutoring, I\'92d learned in detail about them and their way of life. Turned out they\'92d been lovers since sophomore year in high school, when they\'92d met during phys ed, checked out each other\'92s body, and followed their gaydar and lust. One thing led to another and now, thanks to the recent California Supreme Court ruling, they could legally get hitched in San Francisco.

\'93Well?\'94

Ande\'92s question brought me out of my recollections. \'93Well, will you be our sperm donor, our one and only sperm donor?\'94

I was getting interested, and my dick was getting hard at the thought. \'93Maybe. Why me?\'94

\'93Because we both love you \'97 not physically, of course \'97 but we love you deeply. You\'92re smart, you\'92re handsome, you\'92ve got a nice bod, and we know we can count on you to come through for us when it\'92s time for a baby. \'94 Andrea\'92s smile was now wider, and she was grinning.

\'93In other words, when we need some cum, we know we count on you and your tool. Right?\'94

Ande \'97 Andrea on her driver\'92s license \'97 looked every bit a dyke lesbian. She had ink, piercings, hairy pits, and a short, short haircut. I had no idea whether she was an A-cup, B-cup, or maybe even a C-cup, for she kept her boobs tightly bound. Her chest never, ever bounced.

She was 22, stood 5-foot-10, and kept her body trim and taunt. She\'92d taken up boxing a couple of years earlier, after running cross country since junior high. You wouldn\'92t mess with her in a dark alley or, for that matter, a well-lit one.

Despite the raven hair, Andrea had green eyes. And a pug nose. And dimples in each cheek and on her chin. Her lips were full and her smile was wide. She was damn cute, but I don\'92t recall ever seeing her flirt, not even when sloppy drunk and saying sweet nothings to her partner.

Ah, Kristina! Kris was gorgeous and feminine and prone to giggling fits. She stood a mighty 5-foot-3 and had a pair of knockers that looked a size too big for her slender frame.

I\'92d seen her more than once in a bikini and, more than once, I\'92d felt the need to hide the bulge in my pants. She was a goddess in miniature, blue-eyed and blonde, with straight hair that descended as low as her nipples.

\'93Right?\'94

\'93Right,\'94 I said, my tool growing at the thought of knocking up Kristina. \'93What are the legal ramifications?\'94

\'93None in this state. Even an informal donor is a donor, not a father.\'94

\'93OK. How do we do this?\'94

\'93I\'92ll call you after we\'92re back from San Fran. Bye!\'94 With that, she emptied her coffee and headed out the door. That was Ande. Direct, almost abrupt, and never one to dawdle.

As Ande walked out of sight, I wondered whether I\'92d said \'93OK\'94 too quickly without considering the consequences, short and long term.

Short term, what would my current girlfriend say? That was easy; I wasn\'92t about to tell her. We got together a couple times a week; she didn\'92t need to know what I did the rest of the week.

Long term, what if I got married in a couple of years and then Ande called for some cum? I drank the rest of my coffee and headed out the door, determined not to \'91buy trouble\'92 by thinking about such matters.

One evening three weeks later, I found myself summoned to Ande and Kris\'92s front door. A white and yellow wreath proclaimed \'93Just Married!\'94 Kristina let me in. She was wearing a white kimona, pink bunny slippers, and the faintest of makeup. \'93Hi, Sean!\'94 She leaned forward and gave me a decorous hug with an air kiss at my left ear. \'93Thank you for agreeing to help us.\'94 She was blushing as stood aside to let me in.

Ande came out of the kitchen carrying a tray with three small crystal glasses and a decanter of something that looked potently alcoholic. She poured a wee drop into each glass, then motioned for us to take one. \'93A toast to the successful conception of our first baby!\'94

Whatever the stuff was, it was tasty \'97 and strong. \'93And that,\'94 said Ande, \'93is the last alcohol to go past my darling\'92s lips till after the birth.\'94 Kris blushed again, and Andrea kissed her. \'93Now let\'92s get started.\'94

Ande led us to the master bedroom. On a bedside table was an insemination kit the two women had bought over the Internet. On the other side of the room, next to the wall, someone had set up a cot with a \'93husband\'94 pillow. Beside the cot was a stool and a tray with various lubes and lotions.

Kris sat on the bed, an odd expression on her face. Ande kissed her, whispered something in her ear, and once again Kris\'92s face blushed bright red in a fine imitation of Rudolph the Reindeer\'92s nose.

Andrea walked over to me and gently took hold of my hands. \'93I want to be as much a part of Kris\'92s impregnation as I possibly can be. Which means, I plan on undressing you and doing the wanking \'97 if that\'92s all right with you, of course.\'94

\'93Of course.\'94

\'93Sit on the cot.\'94 I sat and Ande began taking off my shoes and socks. That accomplished, she had me stand and carefully lowered my jeans and underwear. My johnson was sticking straight out, and my balls, having anticipated this moment for days, were aching to be emptied. Ande gave my johnson a gentle swat and watched closely as it swayed from side to side. \'93You know,\'94 she said, looking up at me, \'93I\'92ve never touched a penis before. Never. It\'92s not exactly what I expected.\'94

I made an \'93ummm\'94 sound, as I hadn\'92t the faintest idea of what to say.

\'93Sit,\'94 she said, and then gently pushed me down, my head and shoulders resting on the husband. As she pushed me, I found my voice: \'93Please, skip the lotions and whatever. As you can see, I\'92m uncut, one hundred percent natural. Don\'92t need no lube.\'94

Ande was visibly surprised, almost startled. She walked over to the bedside to get the semen container next to an AI syringe. On her return, she sat on the stool and gently began pumping me.

\'93I won\'92t take long,\'94 I said.

\'93Horny, eh?\'94 Ande said, and smiled. She then turned toward the bed. \'93Sweetie, get ready.\'94

Kris swiped an iPhone connected to a music player, and something by Melissa Etheridge filled the room. She then stood and, looking straight at me with a smile on her face, in one smooth motion untied the kimona and let it drop to the floor. She was fucking gorgeous! And she was blushing again.

She began lightly playing with her nipples, swaying to the music, and blowing me air kisses as Ande increased the tempo of her strokes. \'93Get ready,\'94 I said, and barely had the words left my mouth than I started spurting cum, spurt after spurt after spurt.

Ande missed a bit of the first spurt, but most of the rest was safely captured in the semen container. As my johnson deflated she pulled her hand away and licked up a few dribbles that had landed on her hand. \'93Interesting flavor,\'94 she said.

\'93We\'92d like you to stay and watch. So we\'92re all involved in the conception. Just lie here and observe.\'94

Kris was now lying on the bed, her legs wide apart, her hands still busy with her nipples. \'93Yes, please, stay and watch.\'94

Ande sucked my cum from the container into a syringe, which she placed on a towel beside the bed. Then she leaned over Kris and kissed her intently intently before crawling between her legs and feasting on her cunt and clit, teasing her with tongue swipes down to the anus, tickling her with hand strokes on her inner thighs and lower belly.

My johnson was getting hard again, and I reached down and began stroking myself. Ande scooted to the side of the bed and grabbed a plug-in massager from underneath. She turned it on and soon Kris was writhing and then climatic. Kris was still writhing from the climax when Ande picked up the syringe, gently slid it into Kris, and pushed the plunger at the very entrance to her cervix.

\'93I\'92m going to cum again,\'94 I said loudly, my fapping sounds competing with an Ani Difranco song.

\'93Coming!\'94 said Ande, who arrived just in time to catch my second contribution of the evening. She immediately filled the syringe and added its contents to the goo already deep in Kris\'92s sex. Ande wedged a couple pillows under Kris\'92s ass, so her thighs were pointing upward.

A half-hour later we were all sitting in the living room, munching from little bowls of popcorn. I was dressed and Kris was wearing her kimona. Ande had never undressed. Her jeans were faded and ripped, the t-shirt wrinkled from the bed crawling.

\'93So that\'92s it for tonight,\'94 Ande said. \'93Tomorrow, more of the same. As I mentioned when I called you last week, we want you to make donations for the next nine days, to straddle Kris\'92s ovulation. The night before we expect ovulation, we\'92d like you to spend the night, so we can, ah, milk you several times the day of. We\'92re taking that day off. Can you?\'94

\'93Please!\'94 Kris added. \'93Pretty please!\'94

\'93I\'92ll try,\'94 I said, \'93but this is a busy time of the year where I work. I might not be able to get the day off.\'94

\'93Try hard,\'94 Kris said. \'93Try real hard. If you do get the day off, how about if I join Ande in the milking?\'94

\'93That\'92d be great,\'94 I said, and I could feel my johnson pulsing in agreement.

The next three evenings were much the same as the first, though Kris amped up her gyrations as Ande pumped my johnson. And on the third night, Ande shed her top, so I could enjoy watching her bouncing boobs for inspiration as her hands worked on my knob. Turned out she was a B-cup with long nipples. I tried to fondle them, but she slapped my hand away, saying they were for Kris and Kris alone.

The fifth night, the sleep-over night before Kris\'92s predicted ovulation, was a night to remember. I took a gym bag with essentials, and when I knocked on the door, Ande was the one who answered. She was wearing Kris\'92s kimona and her own bunny slippers. These bunnies were blue, not pink.

\'93Open your mouth,\'94 Ande commanded. I did and she popped in a pill. \'93That\'92s your first dose of Cialis, to help keep you in good form all night. Now swallow.\'94

I spit the pill into my hand. \'93I\'92m 22, not 82. My dick gets hard and stays hard.\'94

\'93We know, but Cialis should help with the refractory period. Translation: We\'92ll be able to milk you more often. So take the damn pill.\'94

I shrugged and swallowed the pill. I have no idea what, if any, difference that pill or the one I was ordered to swallow at 2 a.m. made in the course of those 24 hours. Certainly I was able to cum again and again, but with two young women doing their very best to amuse me, I was only doing what nature intended for a man in the prime of life when it equipped me with balls and a dick.

Instead of a kimona, Kris was wearing nothing at all when she walked into the living room. \'93Hi, Sean. You ready for the big night?\'94

\'93Yep.\'94

\'93Let\'92s get to it and have dinner after.\'94 Kris grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. She unbuttoned my shirt, removed my shoes and pants, and then pushed me onto the cot. It had been moved away from the wall, so Kris could be on one side and Ande the other.

Kris began playing with my dick, which was rising to the occasion. It was the first time she\'92d touched it and, like Ande, said it was the first time she\'92d ever touched a penis. Ande\'92s hands joined hers and began fondling my balls.

\'93This is fun,\'94 Kris said. \'93I\'92m entirely Ande\'92s, but I don\'92t see the harm in your playing with my boobs. That is, if you\'92d like to. And if it\'92s OK with Ande.\'94

Ande shrugged. \'93They\'92re your tits.\'94

I took that as a \'91yes\'92 and began gently playing with her left tit, the closest one to me. I traced circles around the outer areole, then gently stroked the nipple itself. Meanwhile, Ande took over pumping duties with a vengeance, leaving Kris to tickle my sack. Ande was getting good at milking me, and I quickly had that fleeting feeling of inevitability.

\'93I\'92m ready\'85here it comes\'85.\'94

Kris caught the flying white stuff in a collection tube, and seconds later Ande had it loaded in a syringe and, after a quick cunt feast and clit licking on the bed, fired it up Kris\'92s twat. Under Kris\'92s ass went some pillows, and Ande and I retired to the kitchen. She was still wearing Kris\'92s kimona; I was wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants.

\'93Do me a favor,\'94 she said when we were out of Kris\'92s hearing. \'93Keep your damn hands to yourself and not on my wife\'92s tits. Agreed?\'94

\'93Agreed.\'94

After dinner, we talked a bit, played some charades, watched a little TV, and headed to bed early, I to the guest room, Ande and Kris to their bedroom. They woke me promptly at 1 a.m., duo jerked me off again \'97 I kept my hands to myself this time \'97 and after Kris\'92s cum injection, had me take that second Cialis pill.

I was sound asleep at 7 a.m. when Ande burst into the guest room and pulled the covers off the bed. \'93We nailed the ovulation,\'94 she said. \'93The thermometer doesn\'92t lie. Now\'92s the time.\'94 She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door.

\'93Can I at least piss first?\'94

\'93Quickly. We need you.\'94

I wore a towel into their bedroom. If I were a braggart, I\'92d say that my johnson was at full mast, ready to go, aching to go, and that my balls were full of regenerated cum. They weren\'92t. They were drained and, after the past few days, my libido and manhood were starting to flag, despite the 1 a.m. Cialis.

Kris looked at the towel when I entered the room. \'93You\'92re not exactly Mt. Rushmore this morning, are you?\'94

\'93\'91Fraid not.\'94

\'93Here, put this powder under your tongue and let it dissolve.\'94

\'93What is it?\'94

\'93Powdered Viagra. It will go to work almost instantly.\'94

And so it did. I lay back on the cot and admired Kris\'92s naked form, as she danced ever so slowly, so sinuously, so sensually to soft music now filling the room from her iPhone. My flacid penis rose slowly until once again it was a prick ready to fire a volley at the stars.

Ande was gently pumping me, softly stroking my prick\'92s underside. \'93You can touch my tits if you want,\'94 she said softly. \'93Just this one time, though.\'94

I was tempted to ignore the tits inches from my face, as payback for some of Ande\'92s previous behavior, but my lust had returned and I greedily reached up and stroked them. \'93How about a lick?\'94

\'93Don\'92t push it.\'94 I thought I heard a guttural laugh from deep within her, but with Ande you never know.

Kris wasn\'92t helping pump this morning, but she was contributing. She pumped her fingers deep into her snatch, then held them up to my nose and wiped her nectar on my lips. \'93Can you smell it? Can you taste it? I\'92m in heat, like a bitch dog. I\'92m ready to be bred.\'94

I sniffed and I licked, and I was in heaven. There\'92s something primal about a woman\'92s nectar on ovulation morning, something indescribable, something that cannot be denied.

And then I was at the edge, my hips and thighs tensing. \'93Here it comes.\'94 Kris caught my donation and handed it to Ande.

I had expected a repeat of the previous mornings: A cunt feast, a clit licking, and then a syringe between Kris\'92s thighs. But no. While Kris lay down and spread her legs, Ande stood up and removed her panties.

I was seeing all of her for the first time, and I approved. Despite her hairy pits, her crotch was smooth with nary a post-shave pimple. Above her slit was a small tattoo that said \'93Kristin\'92s Playground\'94 in florid script, framed on either side with images of a tiny licking tongue.

From a bedside drawer came a leather harness that Ande stepped into, one leg at a time, and then out of another drawer came a red dildo with a stump for attaching to the harness and a small button that I calculated would press into Ande\'92s clit each time she pumped deep into Kris.

Ande smiled at me as she unscrewed the base of the dildo and slide out the inner workings. \'93See,\'94 she said, holding the inner part of the dildo inches from my face. \'93This is what lesbian engineers do in their spare time with 3-D printers, circuit boards, and a servo.\'94 The rear of the dildo\'92s innards held some electronics; the front end was empty.

As she said this, she picked up a syringe and loaded it with the cum I\'92d just produced. She carefully locked the syringe in place in the front end of gadgetry, slide the workings back into the dick-shaped shell, and screwed the base tight. \'93This is my kind of loaded gun.\'94

\'93And here\'92s the trigger,\'94 Kris called out from the bed. She was waving her hand, which was holding something the same color as the dildo. \'93Bluetooth for the red wand.\'94

Ande walked over to the bed, the dildo now firmly strapped on. Kris rolled to the side and fellated the dildo. Ande lay down, they kissed, and Ande\'92s fingers found Kris\'92s tits, then her stomach, then her thighs and cunt. Ande moved lower and began licking deeply, while Kris lifted the thighs higher and higher.

\'93I can\'92t take any more, Honey. Please, fuck me now.\'94

Ande rolled Kris into the doggie position, then rammed the red wand home. They fucked for five, maybe even ten minutes, until Kris shouted \'93Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Do me hard, Sweetie. Hard! Harder!\'94

Despite my empty balls I was turned on. My dick was starting to harden when there was a series of clicking noises from the dildo, each click coming faster than the one before. Kris had pressed the trigger. Ande was thrusting as deep and hard as she could when there was a loud final click from the dildo. Obviously, it was firing its load. Ande and Kris collapsed in a tangle of tits, hair, arms, legs, and cunts.

It was all over by 7:30, and I was ready for breakfast. The rest of the day was a whirlwind of powdered Viagra, handjobs, and semen injections in Kris\'92s ever eager waiting cunt. I spent the day munching high-protein snacks and watching lesbian porn on Ande and Kris\'92s living room TV. The girls were, quite frankly, abusing me, and I was ready to collapse by 10 p.m., when I hollered uncle and drove home to my own bed.

The red wand never reappeared during the next four days, and I never got to fondle the girls\'92 tits again, either. I was jaded by all the handjobs and really wanted a blowjob or at least a few tongue licks. I longed for piece and quiet, specifically, a few pieces of my girlfriend\'92s snatch. But that\'92s another story entirely.

I certainly wasn\'92t surprised when, some weeks later, Ande texted me that the deed was well and truly done: Kris was definitely preggy. Turned out the child was a boy. I was surprised, though, when only three months after the fap-a-thon I got another text from Ande, saying it was her turn. I replied I was happy to oblige, but I wanted a much less intensive ordeal.

\'93OK,\'94 she replied. \'93How bout just a sleepover on night before O-day?\'94

\'93Up for it.\'94

Turned out that\'92s all it took, though perhaps the red wand was the clincher. Kris was quite the cockmaster, even though she was five months on. She rammed Ande with abandon, and the wand\'92s click-click-click-CLICK delivered the goods deep into her lover\'92s womb. Turned out Ande\'92s contribution was also a boy.

The girls said they would be taking a two-year vacation from childbearing, to give the first crop of kids time to grow up a little before the next breeding sessions. That meant my fertile dick was at loose ends for a while, but not for long, as word travels fast in the lesbian community.

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