Death by Fucking
© 2005 by Andrew Wiggin
Chapter 12 The Breeders
Dee Dee’s Story
We slept for hours on
Saturday afternoon. We had all dozed off after making love for the first
time knowing we could get pregnant. It never occurred to me that the act
of sex can be so intensified by that knowledge. I don’t know when I’ve
wanted to make love so much before.
Well, Wednesday evening,
the first time Andrew and I were together was incredibly intense.
Actually, Thursday was pretty intense, too. I’m starting to sound like a
broken record. Every time I’ve made love with Andrew was more intense
than any experience I’d had before. But this was different somehow.
When I woke, I looked
over to Donnie’s bed, where Andrew had collapsed after servicing both of us
sisters more than adequately. I was surprised to see my sister looking
back at me. Andrew was still asleep. I don’t blame the poor boy.
Donnie slowly extricated herself from Andrew’s arms without waking him. She
slid out of her bed and into mine. We pulled the covers above our heads
and powwowed like we did when we were children.
“Dee Dee
that was the sexiest I’ve ever felt in my life! My God, I climaxed as
soon as Andrew touched me, I was so excited.”
“I know! I know!
Just the thought that he might be impregnating me gave me the shivers. Did
he perform as well for you as he did for me? I thought he was going to
kill me!”
“He is such a hunk, Dee Dee! How did we get so lucky? I thought we would
never find a man to be with, and somehow we’ve found the perfect
man. I realized while he was doing me that I have to leave
tomorrow. Sis, it’s going to be so hard to leave him!”
“I know the feeling,
Donnie. FYI, our project is going so well, we will probably be finished
by next Friday. I’ll be going home. I haven’t spent one moment
worrying about it before. But now I see I am going to be
devastated. I feel like I could cry right now.”
“I guess now we will
learn how he really feels about us. We are leaving him, we might be
pregnant. Will he be as upset as we are, or will he consider himself well
rid of us?”
“Donnie, you know
perfectly well that Andrew is committed to us! Don’t even go there.
That boy will never leave us until we force him away. He is ours
forever. Never doubt him. We belong to each other. We may as
well be married.”
“Married? Dee Dee, one of us is going to have to marry him! It’s
obviously going to be you, sweetie. That’s going to be hard for me, I’ll
be honest. But after Andrew and I made love today, the thought occurred
to me that we are already married in the heart. That’s what really
matters.”
I pulled the covers from
over our heads and we peaked out at him. He was still asleep, lying on
his back, looking so inviting.
I said quietly “Doesn’t
he look sweet lying there? Who would believe that handsome young boy is
such a man in bed? We really put the pressure on him today, you
know. We asked him to do both of us. A lot of men would have wilted
under that.”
Donnie’s eyes lit
up. “Speaking of wilted, look at his penis!
It’s hard! The boy is insatiable, thank God. Dee Dee, when Andrew did me, you know, orally, I couldn’t
believe it. He was amazing! I would really like to return the
favor.”
I had a disgustingly
sinful thought. “We could both do him, had you thought of that?
Wouldn’t that be an interesting way for him to wake up? It could be our
little gift to him for taking care of both of us this morning.”
“Dee Dee,
I thought you told him that we were firm about no group sex. We are
supposed to be two separate couples in bed.”
“I know, I know.
But we wouldn’t be doing anything to each other. Ever.”
“Good. In that
case, this should be fun.”
And it was. We
snuck quietly to his bed and crawled in on either side of him. He was
still asleep (he must be a very sound sleeper). I softly took hold of his
penis with two fingers and lifted it off of his stomach. It was already
hard, and it is long enough that there was room for both of our mouths to
work. Donnie took the head into his mouth, while I started to lick his
shaft. I worked my way down and began to suck on his balls, while Donnie
just took more and more of him down her throat.
For a first time
fellatiatrix (if that is a word), Donnie was doing a bang up job. Andrew’s
hips started to push upwards, forcing his shaft into Donnie’s mouth. I
fondled the base of his shaft while continuing to lick his balls.
Suddenly Andrew’s eyes
flew open. “What the…. What are you doing? Oh, DAMN! GOD!
Donnie. DONNIE, Stop. I’m going to come!”
Maybe Donnie didn’t hear
him or she just didn’t care, because she seemed to speed her efforts. Sucking
sounds were coming from her mouth. Her eyes were locked with Andrew’s
eyes. Andrew groaned, his hips left that bed, and he obviously began
pumping his sperm into Donnie’s mouth.
She was sucking and
swallowing, having a ball. I was a tad jealous. Oh, well, I have at
least a week to practice with Andrew all by myself. No reason to hog all
the fun.
Donnie finally pulled off
of Andrew’s softening erection and smiled up to him and asked “Are we having
fun yet?”
Andrew shook his
head. “Either I’m awake or I’m definitely having a major league wet
dream. Damn! Aren’t you the girls who haven’t had sex for four
years? Are you trying make up for lost time?”
I’m sure my smile
appeared just a bit smug. “No Andrew. You looked delicious lying
there all by yourself. I hope you don’t mind if we took some
liberties. Besides, we need to talk and we didn’t want that over-active
libido of yours distracting us.”
He just shook his head in
astonishment. “It won’t be distracting anyone for a while, I’m afraid.”
Donnie said “Good.
Andrew’s Story
Wow! This is
becoming addictive. I have never, EVER, dreamed of having two girls go
down on me at the same time. It’s not the kind of thing that a normally
sane guy has for a fantasy. I mean if you are thinking along those lines
you are totally nuts. Not to mention, you are totally selfish. Two
mouths on one dick; beautiful identical twins with blue-green eyes and blonde
hair, soft skin, warm mouths, pouring all of their attentions onto my poor
benighted dick? How are you supposed to reciprocate for that?
Well the girls weren’t
looking for reciprocity, apparently. After that blow job I was afraid I
was going to be out of action for a while. Hope they weren’t expecting
anything else from me along those lines, because they ain’t gonna
get it. Then again, there they are, naked, beautiful, sexy, soft. They are a walking invitation to a riot.
Donnie had said ‘let’s
talk’ so I started things off. I actually do think during the times I’m
not acting as a stud service.
“Well we have to talk
about two different areas: business and personal. I think we should
address the personal first, don’t you?”
Deirdre agreed. “If
we can’t come to a meeting of the minds on a personal basis, then the business
part won’t mean much, will it?”
So I said, “You girls
seem to think you might be pregnant. If one of you is, are you prepared
to do the right thing?”
Donnie asked “What’s the
right thing?”
I said “Marry me, of
course!”
I suddenly had a
beautiful naked woman in each arm, crying on my shoulder. I know this is
physically impossible, but my dick was on the rise again. I’m a sucker
for a crying woman. I’ve learned over the last few days that there is
only one good way to comfort a crying woman. I only wish I had two dicks.
Donnie said “You want to
marry us?”
“If you will have me. I want to do
everything legally possible to bind us together forever. I want to be
with both of you, but we should have at least one marriage, don’t you think?”
Donnie seemed to be the
one doing the talking for the twins. “We think you should marry Dee Dee. You found each other first. She was your
first love. That’s the right thing.” I could tell she was
maintaining a stiff upper lip.
I took her in my arms and
held her, comforting her for her bravery. I told her “Whoever’s name is
on the marriage certificate, I’m marrying both of you equally. I’ll love
you forever.”
She was crying
again. I had been sitting on the bed, and was pointed straight up in the
air, so to speak. Even as she was crying, Donnie stood up, climbed onto
my lap and lowered herself onto my erection.
I sat still as she raised
and lowered herself, crying and grinding, hugging and kissing. Suddenly
her grip around my neck (and my dick) tightened and she held her body very
still except for the grinding motion of her hips. She issued a long loud
moan and then grew still.
Her eyes opened as she
realized what she had done. She looked at Deirdre shyly and said, “Sorry
Dee Dee, crying makes me so horny.”
Dee Dee
looked exasperated. She shook her head and said “You are such a slut!”
I was thinking “but what
about my dick?” But I’m not that much of a pig. Close but not that
much. I held my tongue, knowing that I should be grateful for whatever
small attentions were thrown in my direction.
I said, “As I was saying before
I was so rudely interrupted, do you girls agree that we should have some sort
of a legal document binding us together?”
Dee Dee
said “If you say so, Andrew.”
I laughed. “Don’t pretend
I’m not the junior member of this triumvirate. ‘If I
say so’? Please just tell me what you want. I’ll do it.”
Donnie said, “The real
problem is that you live in
I said, “I’ll give my
notice as soon as this project is completed. I’ll tell them the truth,
kind of. I’m starting my own business and was just waiting until this
project was over to do it because I’m such a nice guy. After that I’ll do
whatever you want.”
The girls looked at each
other. Was their relief on their faces? I said, “What did you
expect me to do?”
Dee Dee
answered. “Exactly what you are doing, honey. I told Donnie you
loved us as much as we love you.”
I pushed on. “Now
that that is out of the way, I have some other things to say. Donnie,
I’ve talked to Dee Dee about this in the past, how I
feel relationships should be. You’ll find out that I’m pretty easy to get
along with, but I need certain things from a relationship and I’ve got to be up
front about it with you.”
Donnie said, “Well, be up
front. What is it you need from us?”
“Honesty; openness;
frankness; I need you to tell me what’s wrong if I screw up. I need you
to tell me when I’m not giving you what you need, emotionally, physically,
whatever. I promise to do the same. If we have a problem developing
we need to nip it in the bud before it becomes a major issue. Donnie,
it’s important. I don’t know any other way to make a long term
relationship work.”
Donnie said, “That’s a
very feminine way of looking at things, Andrew. Are you sure you’re not
gay?”
I reached up and fondled
her soft beautiful breast. “Would you like to climb back on and decide for
yourself?”
Dee Dee
slapped my hand away from Donnie’s tit. “Don’t say that to her,
Andrew. My sister is a trollop. I’ve seen enough of her passion for
the afternoon.”
“Okay! I think it’s
time we talked about sex. We’ve been doing it a lot, but we have never
talked about it.”
Both of the girls seemed
a little embarrassed. Donnie said “We never talked much about sex when we
were growing up. What do you want to talk about?”
“You two are on the
road. You are going to get anxious, tense as Dee Dee
would say. I’m an eyewitness and I know that you are two very enthusiastic
about sex. I just wanted to talk about what you plan to do about it.”
Dee Dee
looked a little shocked. And stunned.
“Andrew, we’ve gone years without any sex. We certainly know how
to control ourselves when we are on the road. I’m shocked and stunned
that you would even think that we would do anything about it.”’
“Hold on. I’m not
accusing you of anything. I’m just saying that it’s easier to have no sex than not enough sex. Sex begets more sex; which
begets even more sex. Before long, there’s a whole lot of begettin’ going on. I’m telling you that I understand that
and I don’t have any expectations of you in terms of fidelity, I guess is the term.”
Donnie said “What, you
are telling us that it’s alright with you if we have other men in our lives
while we are away from you? That’s crazy.”
“But that isn’t what I’m
saying. I want you all to myself. I’m selfish that way. But
if it happens, I understand. Just do me a favor and don’t tell me about
it. I don’t want to know. I don’t get off on knowing the women I
love are attractive to other men. Any man who isn’t attracted to you is
either crazy or gay.”
“But if you get that
‘itch’ and can’t wait till we are together again to scratch it, I just want you
to know that I give my permission in advance. No guilt trips are
necessary. But I’m insecure enough that I absolutely do not want to know
about it.”
“I don’t own either of
you. I know that when we make love I feel that way – that I want to own
you – but I don’t and I can’t.”
Dee Dee
was angry. “And what about you, Andrew?
Are we to assume that you should feel free to have sex with whomever you
please?”
I shook my head.
“You girls are taking this totally wrong. I believe in serial monogamy. I
never
Donnie and Dee Dee exchanged a look. Donnie said “Andrew if we can’t
have you we don’t want anyone. We are not the liberated women you seem to
think we are. You’ve taught us more about sex in the last couple of days
than we had learned our entire lives.”
“Donnie, but now that
I’ve taught you that, maybe you will want to practice it a little, if you know
what I mean. Christ now I’m starting to sound like you two. I don’t
want you to. But if you do, I understand. Damn I wish I’d just kept
my mouth shut.”
My dick was starting to
become flaccid again in the face of this discussion. Dee Dee noticed and reached over and started to stroke
it. “What’s the matter, Andrew, don’t you love us anymore?”
I sprung back to full
attention. “What do you think? Girls, I’m not trying to start
trouble. I’m just trying to defuse any situations before they
begin. I’ve had previous relationships end because of this very
thing. It would have been much better if I had given permission or at
least my partner had asked before she did what she did. I’m giving
permission.”
Donnie’s Story
Andrew must think we
can’t keep our legs together. I’m very good at keeping my legs together,
except when I’m around him. My God I just used him as my personal sex toy
right in front of Dee Dee. And he didn’t even
climax! I was so selfish. I’ve got to make it up to him, but I’ll
have to wait until we are alone.
But I couldn’t let go of Andrew’s
selfless but stupid permissioning of any future adultery on our part.
“Andrew, honey, we are
not going to feel trapped in our relationship. Being in a relationship
with you is the most exhilarating thing that’s happened to us, ever.
We’ve been freed. Dee Dee and
I are as committed to monogamy as you are, so let’s just forget the topic
entirely, okay? ‘nuff
said.”
Dee Dee
was still softly stroking Andrew’s erection. He leaned back on the
bed. It was obvious he was having difficulty concentrating. “Okay
then.
Dee Dee
was obviously getting a little too involved with her stroking. She said,
“Wouldn’t it be better if we talked face to face?”
And she climbed right on
Andrew’s erection. And she called me a slut? She had never removed
her hand from Andrew’s penis. She slipped it into herself and just
plunged right down on him. Her eyes closed and her head leaned back, I
heard her say “Yessss!”
Dee Dee
pushed Andrew back so he was lying on the bed and then she just rode him.
She leaned forward to kiss him (and I think she deliberately rubbed her tits
against his chest, the bitch). His hands cupped both of her butt
cheeks. Dee Dee started to moan loudly.
Then her moans turned to
verbiage. “God, Andrew you are sooo big!! You
feel so good, baby. I want you to cum inside me. Please; cum inside
me.
The woman has no
shame. Andrew was obviously buying into Dee Dee’s little act, and I must admit to becoming a bit hot and bothered
myself. They were going at it like animals, humping wildly against each
other.
Andrew cried, “Dee Dee, baby, I’m there!”
Dee Dee
only screamed her response. They both exhibited all the signs of having
an extended orgasm, and then Dee Dee collapsed on
Andrew’s chest.
Dee Dee
turned her head to me with a satisfied smile on her face and said “What did he
say about you being more vocal?”
I had to laugh, but then
I reached behind her and pinched her on her ass cheek.
Andrew said, “You were
about to tell me about the next generation…”
Dee Dee
rolled off of Andrew’s chest until they were both laying on the bed, smiling
and looking into each other’s eyes. We have just a wonderful love affair
going. It’s truly amazing.
Dee Dee
said, “Donnie let me catch my breath for a second. Why don’t you tell him
about IAM.”
Andrew said, “Donnie come here. I want to hear all of this, but I would
feel better if I could cuddle a little with you while you tell me.”
I didn’t need a second
invitation. I lay down on the bed on the opposite side from Dee Dee. Andrew’s hand rested upon my tummy, a nice neutral
spot to feel contact without raising the level of excitement. It felt
wonderful. I saw that his other hand was resting on Dee Dee’s tummy as
well. The boy just naturally understands how to push our buttons.
I began my story:
IAM: The Institute for the Advancement of Mankind is a foundation begun
in
He was a slave owner and
raised quarter horses. Johns was not happy, however, because his three
children, two boys, one girl, were wastrels and
fools. He felt none worthy to carry on what he had created. By the
time Johns saw his own end approaching, it had occurred to him that he had been
cheated by life. The thing he respected most, intelligence, was missing
from his descendents.
Johns’ will was unusual
though fairly straightforward. He felt obligated to care for his
offspring, but left them only enough to live comfortably if they were
frugal. (He didn’t think they would be.)
He left the vast majority
of his fortune to create the Institute for the Advancement of Mankind.
Its sole charter was to attempt to improve the average intelligence of
humans.
The board of the IAM
foundation had no idea how to fulfill this charge. Science at that time
(it was the 1850’s) knew little or nothing about genetics or the workings of
the human mind.
But the Southern
gentlemen who were the board of IAM knew how to breed things. They had
been breeding dogs, horses, and slaves for hundreds of years for the purpose of
forcing those possessions of theirs to develop more desirable characteristics.
It became obvious to them
that the only way they knew to improve average intelligence was to breed for
it. And that is what they did. Now at that time it was not easy
even to test for intelligence. Generally the mind was looked at as a
machine, and testing was based upon the speed of response to stimuli, visual acuity,
things like that.
Using those criteria, IAM
began paying people to procreate. They sent representatives throughout
the South, even into the North, to find and test seemingly intelligent people
and then pay them to marry other seemingly intelligent people. Each time
one of those couples had children, they received a certain amount of
remuneration. That was the start.
The families that were to
become the breeders developed from the offspring of the earliest of the IAM
selectees. IAM tracked each family, one generation to the next, using the
current level of intelligence tests to trace their progress.
If a family gave birth to
children who tested (using current methods obviously) low on the intelligence
scale, they were culled from the program. Of course, exceptions were made
for injury to children during birth, things not determined by breeding.
Extra bonuses were paid to children of breeder families who married children of
other breeder families.
It is no surprise, I
suppose, but this actually worked. Even today there are sperm banks
holding the issue of geniuses and Nobel Prize winners, where women can have
their eggs fertilized by the far end of the bell-shaped curve in
intelligence.
But something strange
happened along the way. Perhaps it was mutation, perhaps it was
evolution, but there developed a propensity among the families for the birth of
female twins. In fact, when that started, those families who had that
propensity never again gave birth to males.
All other members of the
families fell by the wayside, and the female twins became the focal point of
the IAM foundation. By this time IQ tests were in vogue and it was found
that the average IQ of each female twin was about 150, half again as much as
the average of the population as a whole.
But here is where things
came to a halt. Each female twin bred true, if you know what I
mean. Regardless of the father, that is, the father’s IQ, the mother gave
birth to twins of approximately 150 IQ. But only one set of twins were
born per generation per woman.
The IAM foundation’s
project has ground to a halt. It has been felt for quite some time that
the twins were becoming a separate species from homo
sapiens. But there were no males! We were now marrying into the
general population, trying to achieve a breakout that has yet to come.
And by the way, most of
the money is gone anyway, has been for quite a long time. They keep in
touch with us, they try to help us if we are desperate, but they can do little
else. We are on our own.
The twins’ families have
been searching for years for signs that the population as a whole is issuing
forth the males that will allow us to break through and out of the race of homo sapiens.
We believe there are such men out there. We even have developed a
profile of the type of man most likely to fulfill our expectations as the
progenitor of the next generation.
We look for a man with
extremely high intelligence, but whose social skills developed very late in
life. In other words we are looking for a man who seems to have had an
extended childhood. We are looking for a man who doesn’t fit in to sapiens
society.
Andrew, we told you a
little of this last night. Homo sapiens have been around for 150
thousand years, but have only become ‘civilized’ in the last ten thousand
years, perhaps even less. We have to deal with 140 thousand years of
being a hunter gatherer, of needing to be a killer, of fighting against the
odds in a world where man was small, weak and vulnerable.
Of course because of his
intelligence and his ability to cooperate, man became the greatest hunter on
earth. But ingrained in the very essence of the sapiens experience
is the feeling that one must be the aggressor to survive.
Even the teachings of the
early ‘civilized’ humans taught man the very same lessons. Be fruitful
and multiply. Have dominion over the land and the beasts. These
were rules established when there were less than 50 million humans on the face
of the earth, when wild creatures regularly killed and ate unguarded humans.
They were rules
established by illiterate sheep herders whose lives were a daily struggle for
their very existence.
But the times have
changed, Andrew. Man’s numbers now exceed 6 billion. We live on
every continent, in every nook and cranny of the earth. Our dominion over
the land and the beasts has become a burden on the world. The times have changed, but sapiens
have not. Sapiens are the products of their evolution and they no longer
fit into the world that they themselves have created. Unless the next
generation springs forth from the loins of men, a generation that does not feel
the need to hunt, to acquire, to hold dominion, then mankind and the beasts of
the field are doomed to extinction.
So the man we are looking
for is one who doesn’t belong in the world created by Sapiens. He
is a man who can live in a world that is shared by all, not grabbed by the
strong at the expense of the weak. He is a man who can live with and
nurture the beasts of the field, be not a user but a steward of the
environment.
That’s you, Andrew.
If Dee Dee or I are pregnant, that will be the proof
we need. But both of us can feel it already. We are different,
somehow. You are it. You are us. You are the progenitor of
the next generation.
Andrew’s Story – 2
Okay! So I’m the
provider of the seed, the loins from which is going to spring the next
evolutionary stage of man. I don’t think so. Donnie’s story was a
lulu I’ll admit it. But if it is as she says it is, no wonder they aren’t
making any progress.
“Girls, are you telling
me that you are randomly looking for men who may be in evolutionary synch with
the twins families in order to propagate homo whatever? You’re
serious, right?”
Dee Dee
said, “Of course we’re serious. That is our purpose in life,
Andrew. We are the breeders.”
Donnie was now playing
with my cock again. They seem to be fascinated by it. Now I like to
have toys too, but I don’t have to be playing with them all of the time.
Damn, her hand is so soft and her touch so gentle. I could feel myself
beginning to rise again. This is getting ridiculous.
Donnie said, “Homo
whatever. We don’t have a name picked out for the next species.
Dee Dee, why don’t we call it Homo
erectus, in honor of Andrew?”
I said, “Sorry that name
has already been taken, and anyway it sounds like a horny hairdresser.”
I continued, “The boys in
Vegas would say you’re trying to make your point the hard way.”
Dee Dee
said ,”What is that supposed to mean?”
“You’re going about this
all wrong. You are hoping for random chance to find these men of the
future. You should have them coming to you.”
Donnie didn’t get
it. “How in the world would we do that?”
“Donnie this is the twenty-first
century. We’ve been to the moon, we have remote control dongles for our
televisions, and we have the internet.
Dee Dee
asked “What kind of a website? How would anyone find us there?”
I was in my element
now. “Well, we could set up a dating service. The
Really Smart People dating service. We could screen all applicants
till we find the people who are most likely to fit your little profile.
How many twins are we talking about anyway? Do we have enough to make a
go of something like this?”
Donnie said, “Oh there
are at least twenty thousand of us now. More than half of those are of
age to give birth and maybe sixty percent of those aren’t married.”
They could have inspected
my teeth for cavities, my mouth was so wide
open. “Twenty thousand twin girls in Georgia and nobody noticed?”
Donnie shook her
head. “I told you we aren’t all in
“Okay, so you are saying
we have something like six thousand girls who could be part of this dating
service. That’s pretty good. What about the married ones? Say
they’ve already had their twin girls. Would they still be interested in
having more children?”
Dee Dee
said, “Of course, most of them would. We were brought up to be breeders
after all. It has never occurred to us that once we had our first pair of
twins we could ever have more.”
I smiled. “Well, there
you go. I could set up a RSMI
Donnie didn’t get
it. “What does that stand for, RSMI
“Really Smart Mothers I’d
Dee Dee
grimaced. “That is disgusting, Andrew. How in the world did you
think of something so gross?”
“Baby, this is the internet.
We would only be adhering to standard procedures. We could set up
assignations between total strangers (as long as the men fit your profile) and
maybe we would be getting some more babies in the bargain. You’ve got to
take advantage of the prevailing technology. Wishing and hoping isn’t
going to do it.”
I had them now.
“Girls we can jump start this evolutionary thing, assuming it’s true. If
there are men like you hope for running around out there, we can find
them. Hey, maybe I can hack into Mensa.
We could get a copy of their membership database. They are so arrogant
they probably are running a Microsoft Access database with little or no
security. Or if you are old fashioned, you could ask to buy their
database.”
Donnie looked shocked with
me. “What do you mean arrogant? We are Mensa
members, you know. You would probably qualify easily, Andrew. Why
don’t you join?”
“I don't care to belong
to a club that accepts people like me as members. No thanks. I’ll
maintain my anonymity, if you don’t mind.”
“