It was Friday the thirteenth it finally happened.
I had just been to see my friend Alicia. Like me she was 37 years
old with two children in their late teens now at university. She thought
her years of childbearing and bringing up children was at an end .Now
she was just beginning to show. She was just three months pregnant
now with such a lovely little bulge that would grow as the months
passed.
It was a fine summer’s evening about 11 P.M. when I left my
friend’s house. In some ways I now envied my friend. She had
received her letter four months before. She had been drafted into
the insemination programme. Within two weeks of receiving her letter
she had been approached by her inseminator of just nineteen years
of age. Within a week of meeting him she told me she knew he had impregnated
her.
I knew now that it wouldn’t be long before I was approached
my designated young man. I knew he would probably be almost twenty
years my junior. Refusal wasn’t an option. I knew what would
happen if I did spurn my inseminator’s advances. I would be
taken, immediately, to one of the many breeding camps nearby. There
I would be forcefully mated and bred by up to a dozen young horny
men. Although I had only just received my letter this week informing
me my inseminator had been chosen I had been prepared for the event
for months. I had been having almost weekly gyno checks. I had been
put on folic acid and other supplements so as to conceive a healthy
baby or babies. Part of the regime was fertility treatment as well.
The authorities also knew my fertility history and knew just when
my fertile time was.
In anticipation for my forthcoming impregnation I had begun to masturbate
more often than ever before. Sometimes at work I would rush off to
the toilet to bring myself off. Night-time was the best time for me.
I would lovingly stroke my clitoris and bring myself to many a mind-blowing
climax. All the while I would have illicit thoughts of some horny
young man sexing me and giving me his child. I also knew I was now
approaching my most fertile time of the month. This morning my secretions
had been more runny than usual indicating I was near ovulation. During
the last couple of days I had also become more sexually aroused.
I was almost home when I heard his footsteps approaching me from behind.
At first I thought I was going to be attacked or mugged. Then I heard
his voice call my name. I turned around and was greeted by a tall,
well built coloured youth of about eighteen or nineteen years old.
I recognised him as a youth I had seen down at the clinic where I
worked as a receptionist. I had smiled at him on more than one occasion.
Then he was standing beside me and giving me his code, which designated
him as my sexual mating partner. He stood more than six inches taller
than me. I only wore 2-inch heels that night .So he was in reality
a good eight inches taller than my five foot six inch frame. I stood
there dumbfounded whilst he called in to control for verification
that my insemination could begin. He then handed me the handset and
I confirmed my name and address and that I would be compliant and
accept him as my partner. He took my hand and led me home. He knew
exactly where I lived. We walked back in silence. I was aware I had
to be his willing partner or I could still be sent to be impregnated
at one of the camps.
I unlocked the front door and entered the hallway. My inseminator
stepped in behind me. “I’m going to make some tea first
.Do you mind?” “No, not at all.” Came his reply.
He knew I would be a little nervous and even apprehensive at what
was about to take place. For the next six days I would effectively
be his wife. I was not to refuse him access to my body at any time.
We were effectively on our state sanctioned breeding honeymoon. We
chatted a while and I could even feel myself becoming aroused at my
forthcoming mating with him. Afterwards he helped me dry the cups
and cuddled behind me as I left the kitchen .His erect penis pressed
against my soft yielding buttocks. He wasn’t a small boy in
that department. I made an excuse to go to the bathroom. And clean
my teeth and generally make myself more presentable for my lover and
inseminator.
As I came out of the en suite I heard the flush of the toilet in the
other bathroom upstairs. As I drew the curtains to he came up behind
me and began to cuddle me. Upon his insistence I left a lamp on in
our bedroom. The perfume I had sprayed on was getting me in the mood
for love. As he began kissing my neck the phone rang. I answered it,
all the while he was becoming more passionate. On the other end was
my friend, Alicia. She asked if everything was all right for she had
seen my inseminator follow me from her home. She told me she had phoned
the police but they were aware of my forthcoming insemination and
had told her all was in order. I wished her goodnight and promised
to visit her the following day.
I only knew his name was J “You may call me Joseph.” He
said. I knew it was almost certainly not his real name. He now stood
before me in his manly magnificence. Despite the circumstances my
panties were damp with anticipation of what was about to follow. He
bent down and kissed me full on the lips. I closed my eyes and gave
in to his advances. He then removed my glasses and placed them on
a bedside table. His hands then began to roam, gently, all over my
body. I felt his hands caress my buttocks through my pantie girdle
clad tights and panties. He then paid particular attention to my now
erect nipples inside my bra.
My hands, instinctively, unbuttoned his shirt.
He began to undress me, slowly. The buttons on the front of my dress
were gently undone one by one. My dress dropped to the floor. Slowly
we divested ourselves of our clothing. He undid my bra and it lay
along with my dress and slip. His shirt lay sandwiched between them.
I undid his trousers and they fell to the floor. He gently pulled
down my pantie girdle all the while he was rubbing my clitty through
my tights. I slowly pulled down his undies. His erection stood up
as they fell to the floor. He finally pulled down my tights and panties.
When all was done. We walked to the bed both naked. He looked into
my eyes and said, “You are beautiful. I’m going to love
giving you my baby.” I blushed and kissed him.
His dark coloured skin was in stark contrast to my pale skin. Although
I used a natural tan on my skin the contrast between us was still
stark. Although I was nearly twenty years his senior, looking in the
mirror at the both of us the difference in ages wasn’t that
pronounced. I lay on the bed and he lay down by my side. I gently
stroked and sucked upon his erection. His hands and mouth sucked on
my engorged clitoris and nipples. I gave myself fully to my young
inseminator. I wanted my child to be conceived in love with this hunk
of a young man. I had been more than ready for love and sex since
he first entered our bedroom.
I spread myself ready on the bed. I placed
myself on the breeding pillow I had been sent. He opened my thighs
even wider for me to accommodate his nine-inch rod. I gasped as he
entered me for the first time. He began to thrust in and out .I moved
in rhythm with my new lover. I lay back and clung on to my lover .His
thrusts were now becoming more urgent as he began to breath in ever
more deep breaths. I could feel myself coming too. I held on as long
as I could. When I felt him flood my most vital parts with his life
giving seed I came too. We made love three more times before we crawled
into bed still coupled. We lay side by side as sleep took us. When
I awoke in the middle of the night I was still plugged with him. I
had to go and gently eased out from him with a plop.
Very little seed seemed to flow from me. This was a good sign and
indicated a good deal of his sperm had penetrated my cervix and now
lay within my womb. I got back into bed and he was immediately awake.
Without much preamble he was inside me once more. His erection hadn’t
gone down at all. He was soon filling me again. I fell sleep with
Joseph still inside me. This time he cuddled me from behind and held
me firmly.
I awoke to the dawn chorus of birds singing outside. This was his
wake up call and before long he was mating with me once more. He truly
was insatiable. He deposited one more batch of baby batter inside
me before we got up and showered together. Whilst making him breakfast
he came up behind me and took me from behind. After a light breakfast
I did a few chores whilst he washed up. He was more domesticated than
I had imagined. Alicia's’ inseminator had been bone idle around
the hose and had refused to do anything other than breed her. Joseph
was more obliging. After a while I dressed and put my evening clothes
in the wash. Joseph had just brought with him a light bag. His car
was parked across the street and he brought in a case from it. He
would now stay with me for another 6 days until his task was done.
Saturday morning was shopping day. This morning he came with me and
I bought in for two. He would need to keep his energy levels up for
mating, for a man, could be a tiring pursuit. I bumped into a few
colleagues from work at the supermarket that morning. They knew why
Joseph was with me. They all wished us both well.
As soon as everything was unpacked and put away he was ready for round
two. This time he undressed me and mated me in the lounge on the sofa.
He slipped my dress up and panties and tights down and just took me
there. After a quick lunch we walked to Alicia’s house where
she greeted us both with hugs. Alicia was radiant. Pregnancy suited
my friend. She had confessed she loved being pregnant with both her
children. Joseph commented on he would dearly loved to have been the
father of her child. After an hour Joseph was becoming restless and
we left. As soon as we arrived home we carried on from before and
we were soon rutting in the bedroom once more.
We went in the evening to my parent’s house. They weren’t
surprised to see me with my young man. They knew all about my letter.
After tea we had a game of trivial pursuits .We left about ten o’clock.
Then once more it was a night of love and passion. This time we varied
our mating positions so as not to become jaded with the same position.
But mostly we did it with Joseph on top. Sunday was a continuation
of the previous day .We went out in the afternoon for a short walk.
I wore a long summer dress and easily accessible underclothes. We
even found a quiet spot in a local park to enjoy outdoors sex. Once
again I bumped into other work colleagues and friends. I just lay
on the groundsheet provided and he pulled down my tights and panties.
I lifted my legs up and wrapped my thighs around his torso. I felt
him come with great vigour against my cervix.
For the next few days I was expected to go into work half time. They
knew I was being mated and bred by Joseph. It was one long love session
.I knew I could completely trust him for the penalty for thieving
from a partner was very severe. Also I was able to glean that Joseph
was in training to be a police officer. That’s all I really
knew about him.
Our liaison continued unabated for another four days. He would take
me whenever and wherever he wanted. I thoroughly loved all the attention
I was receiving from him. I was happy in knowing my baby would be
conceived in love. When Joseph did leave four days later it was with
regret that I said goodbye to him. He promised to be there for the
birth should I conceive. It was after all a requirement of him.
Of course I missed my next period and a few days later my pregnancy
was confirmed. I enjoyed the pregnancy and all throughout it friends
and relatives gave gifts for the birth of my baby. I grew huge. Twins
were confirmed in the fifth month. I WAS THERE WHEN Alicia gave birth
to her set of triplets. Her young man was there as was expected of
him. Three months later she was with me when I gave birth to my twin
girls named Jenny and Judy. Joseph held my hand as I screamed and
gave birth to them both naturally.
My body soon returned to its normal pre pregnant state. Whilst out
with the babies in their pram, five months after my babies were born,
I was again approached by a young man confirming I had been chosen
again to be bred. So here I am with two twin girls now ten months
old four months pregnant in maternity clothes. The authorities have
informed me I have been designated to be bred for another six years.
After this I will be given a pension and continue to raise my children.
It’s not a bad life really for my parents help out quite a bit.
As I walk around town I regularly see women being approached by young
men in preparation for their breeding. Sometimes I see the same women
a few months on with their once sleek little bellies bulging . It’s
such an erotic sight.
This situation of inseminators breeding reluctant women seems to continue
for the foreseeable future. There is after all quite a deficit in
the population to make up for after the apocalypse that occurred just
a few years ago.
