Death by Fucking
© 2005 by Andrew Wiggin
Chapter
13
Preggers
Donnie’s
Story
Wednesday
I’ve been on the road for
four years, on and off. We are home only about half the time, it
seems. Maybe I exaggerate a little, but it seems like we are always on
the road. And yet, I’ve never been truly lonely till now. And it’s only
been three days since I left Deirdre and Andrew.
I just can’t seem to
concentrate anymore. I feel like I’m going through the motions, and that
means my customer isn’t getting his money’s worth. Well we do seem to be
making the same progress as we were before last weekend. And he seems to
be happy. So perhaps this is one of those jobs where going through the
motions is enough.
Dee Dee
and I always talk in the evenings. We need each other. I tell her
how my job is going and vice versa. We share what secrets we have to
share – none too many since we are like two sides of the same coin. And
we tell each other our fears, our dreams, talk of our emptiness.
But she has no
emptiness. She spends every evening in Andrew’s arms. I’m not
jealous but I am envious. Those are the arms I want to die in.
We all had dinner
together on Saturday night, agreeing to shelve talk of the next generation
until we knew for sure.
We had our
theories. Andrew is a great one for theories. But this is one
theorem whose proof will be tested almost immediately. We are all on pins
and needles.
I went home with Andrew
on Saturday night and we made slow romantic love. At least we did between
the times when he took me to the edge of death. He forces me to confront
the depths of my own passion.
I’m this simple
businesswoman who looked at sex as a mildly pleasant diversion that I could
take or leave. But now it is almost all I think about. What did he
say? Sex begets more sex. And more sex begets even more sex.
He has a strange way of
putting things. I had never heard anyone use the word ‘beget’ in a
sentence outside of our pastor reading some biblical passage. And it
certainly wasn’t in that context. But he is so right.
What he is wrong about is
that our desire for more sex would lead us to anyone but him. It’s he I
desire. I can hardly stand to be away from his bed. I feel like
I’ve got the worst schoolgirl crush in history.
I cried when they dropped
me off at the airport. Security is so tight anymore that it is impossible
to actually see anyone off. What kind of a world have we built, we Homo
sapiens: so many good and wonderful things, but always against a backdrop
of guilt and fear, greed and anger, repression and jealousy.
I don’t remember the last
time I cried before last Friday. Now I think I’ve cried every night since
then. My emotions are just out of control. I don’t know what has
gotten into me.
I’ve waiting for the
call. On Sunday we went to a drug store and bought early pregnancy tests
for both of us. The directions say that they can be used as early as six
days after impregnation with the possibility of a positive result. Dee Dee promised to do the test after work today.
Then she will call me win or lose, positive or negative. I’ll be doing my
test the day after tomorrow.
No wonder I am a
wreck. At least Deirdre has Andrew to share it with. When the time
comes, I will too. Andrew is coming to
I was in my room staring
at the phone when it rang. I must have jumped two feet in the air.
Never stare at the phone when you are nervous. It doesn’t make it better
it makes it worse.
Of course it was Dee Dee. “Donnie, guess what! The rabbit
died. We’re preggers!”
I was shocked. I
was amazed. It had felt right all week, and still I really couldn’t
believe it. “Oh my GOD! You’re going to be
a mommy! You must be so happy! ”
“Donnie, I’ve never been
so excited in my life! I feel like a six year old on Christmas morning!”
I didn’t blame her.
I was excited too, and it wasn’t even my baby. “How is Andrew taking it?”
She laughed. “He’s
wavering between proud as a peacock and scared to death. It’s a big jump
between speculating about fatherhood and suddenly knowing he’s going to be a
father. He’s starting to realize the responsibilities he is assuming.”
“What are you going to do
about it? Are you going out to celebrate? Have some champagne?”
“Yes, eventually.
But first we’ve just got to make love. I am wildly aroused. Donnie
I hope you caught too. It will make everything perfect.”
I said, “Well if I
didn’t, it wasn’t for lack of trying. Andrew was inside me so many times
last weekend that I was sore till this morning.”
Dee Dee
said, “Donnie, are you feeling a little, uh, horny?”
“No I’m not, Dee Dee. I’m feeling a lot horny. I’m feeling like
I’m desperate for it.”
“Would you like to talk
to Andrew?”
“Oh boy, would I?
Put him on! I can hardly wait.”
Andrew took the
phone. “Hi, baby, how are you holding up there all by yourself?”
I felt close to
crying. “I’m lonely! I’m horny! I miss you both!”
I heard some kind of
movement, noises coming from the other end of the line. Then Andrew
started talking.
“Donnie, honey, Dee Dee said to tell you that she just pulled down my
pants. She said to tell you I’m lying back on the bed, sticking straight
up in the air, and she is starting to, oh God, uh, mount me. She’s
holding on to my, ummm, dick. She’s playing
with it, the bitch, she’s rubbing it around her pussy but she won’t put it
in. Damn it Dee Dee! Stop teasing me!”
I couldn’t help it.
I was only wearing my robe and that had to come off. I laid back onto the
bed myself. I wedged the phone between my chin and my shoulder because I
really needed both hands free. My left hand started teasing my
nipple. The fingers of my right hand were sliding up the slit of my pussy
collecting the wetness. I was so aroused!
They must have laid the
phone on Andrew’s chest, because now I could hear Dee Dee
talking, going through that new thing she does, being vocal during sex. I
think I like is almost as much as Andrew does.
“God, Donnie, Andrew is
huge tonight. I’m riding him like a cowgirl. Oh MY!! He’s so
deep. He’s GOOD Donnie! OHHH! Donnie He’s so good! I’m
rubbing him up and down my pussy. I’m plunging in as deeply as it will
go. It feels like it is coming out my throat. I don’t know how I
can take all of this dick!”
I was doing some plunging
myself, as I fitted one and then a second finger into my pussy. My left
hand went down and was rubbing around my clitoris while my right hand worked my
pussy. I couldn’t last long like this! I was crazed with lust.
I closed my eyes, listening to the obscene sounds coming from my phone.
Andrew said, “Dee Dee, Donnie, I’m close to cumming. I can’t take much
more of this! Oh God Dee Dee! Keep going.
Harder! I want to fuck you Donnie!”
I couldn’t help it.
I started screaming my climax. I heard two voices join me in their climax
from 300 miles away. God I needed that! I felt so much better.
I held the phone back to
my ear. Then I heard Andrew say, “Good night Donnie. We love
you. And Donnie?”
“Yes Andrew?”
“You’re next!” And
then he hung up.
My God; he got horny all
over again. I couldn’t help it; I had to take care of myself again.
I was rubbing my clitoris and plunging my fingers into my pussy, massaging my G
Spot, all the while pretending it was that gorgeous penis of Andrew’s doing it
to me. In no time I had a second thundering orgasm.
I can’t wait till Friday.
Andrew’s
Story
Friday
Dee Dee
and I both went to the airport on Friday afternoon. But we were headed in
two different directions. I was catching a flight to
I gave my notice today:
two weeks. My boss wasn’t too happy. He was asking all these ‘what
will it take to make you stay’ questions. He just doesn’t get it.
The only thing they can do to make me stay is move the company to
I told Donnie I would
take a limo or cab from the airport to her hotel. She was staying at the
I celled her on the way
in and she was waiting for me in the lobby. Damn she looked good. I
took her in my arms and she just melted into me. How can two people be so
much in love? Come to think of it, how can three people be so much in
love?
I don’t understand the
emotional dynamic of this particular relationship, because I would have bet
anything that I was incapable of giving complete affection to more than one
woman at a time. It has to be chemistry or genetics or some such
thing. I don’t have it in me to be this loving. I need some sort of
chemical enhancement.
When we finally broke our
embrace, Donnie’s eyes were tearing and I was pretty emotional myself. I
was going to ask her if she wanted to go out to eat, but that would have been a
cruel joke. Worse, she might have accepted. So I kept my mouth
shut.
I needed to take her up
to her room to immediately deal with the pent-up passion caused by five days of
separation. Donnie was as excited as I was. On the elevator we
couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. She was so beautiful, so
alluring. She exuded sex. Is it them or is it me? Is it all
of us?
None of us had that great
a sexual history. They hadn’t been laid in three or four years before me, so
they said. I was getting it a couple of times a month, I guess. I
had a few regular friends with similar interests in working off some sexual
energy: fuck buddies. There were no attachments, just friends getting
together, maybe watching a movie, having some wine, maybe getting laid.
One of them gave me a
call the other day. I was in conference with Deirdre when my cell
rang. It was one of my fuck buddies looking for a date for Friday night.
I said “No can do,
Bonnie. I’m out of circulation permanently. I’ll be moving to
Dee Dee
was interested in that call. There’s a surprise. So I told her that Bonnie was
this ultra-hot number with enormous breasts who calls me regularly and begs me
to take her to bed. Dee Dee had heard my end of
the conversation and knew that I had blown her off.
What can I say?
Bonnie is an average looking chick with small breasts. We are good
friends and fuck occasionally. She was a little horny and called me to
see if I wanted to give her a hand. Why should I tell it that way to Dee Dee when I could make her feel better by slightly
exaggerating the degree of my sacrifice? Besides, everybody lies about
sex.
Donnie and I barely made
it into the room when we were tearing each other’s clothes off. Dee Dee is pregnant; maybe Donnie is too. That thought
alone makes me want to fuck her blind.
I picked her naked body
up and carried her to the bed. I was on her and in her in no time. We
were both so ready to fuck!
I hadn’t made three
complete strokes before Donnie’s first orgasm of the night arrived. I had
the fleeting thought that she better get used to them, because she’s going to
have a bundle of them before this weekend is through.
I couldn’t let her rest
after her first climax. I just kept hammering away, building passion upon
passion upon passion. The woman is capable of so much passion. It
comes from some deep untapped well of emotion. It just needed a little
encouragement from me, and it emerged, overwhelmingly beautiful, frighteningly
intense; that wonderful thing that is Donnie.
We were engaged in
a full fledged monkey fuck. There was no time for romance, sweet
nothings, gentle caresses. We had been apart for
almost a week. Something inside me needed to reclaim her.
I know I had told her she
could take lovers if she needed to. That was the intellectual me. The
emotional me, the primal me, the me so deep inside that it precludes rational
thought, wants only to own her, to never let another man plant his seed in
her. That part of me took over at times like these, making sure that
Donnie understood that regardless of what I might say, deep in our souls, she
belongs to only me.
Is there a dichotomy
there?
Donnie had begun to moan
in anticipation of another orgasm. “Andrew, fuck me harder! Oh, sweetie,
give me a baby. Make me pregnant! Fuck me hard, Andrew. I
love you, baby. FUCK ME! OH GOD!!! “
I was accelerating to my
own orgasm. I felt the rush of fluids build in my groin, the surging of
my dick as it grew in anticipation of a shuddering release. We were
slamming into each other, groaning and crying in our passion.
Donnie had reached her
peak! She screamed her orgasm and her pussy started to spasm. My
dick responded by ejaculating stream upon stream of sperm into my sweet lover’s
pussy.
We were suddenly both
spent. I fell to the side of her so she didn’t have to support my entire
weight, but one leg and arm were draped over her lovely white body. I
pulled her close enough that I could nuzzle my chin into her neck, apply soft
kisses to her cheek, cuddling my body against hers.
My biggest problem with fucking
Donnie and Dee Dee is that eventually it ends.
That painful reality is salved by the knowledge that in a few minutes they will
want to do it again. How the hell did I fall into this shit and come up
smelling like a rose? Somebody up there really, really likes me.
Donnie sat up suddenly
with her eyes wide open. “Andrew, it’s time!”
I knew exactly what she
meant, but couldn’t help yanking her chain. “You want to do it again?”
She hit my arm. “You know
what I’m saying, don’t pretend you don’t.”
I sat up with her and put
my arms around her. “Well then, let’s go see. Oops! The big
question is: do you have to pee?”
Donnie said, “Andrew I
always have to pee!”
So in we went to the
bathroom and Donnie peed into this container. She pulled out the test
strip and held it in the pee for a few seconds and then brought it out and laid
it on the counter.
I had my hands around her
and was cupping each breast, massaging her nipples as we watched. In a
few minutes there were two stripes on the test strip, one on the control
section and one on the test section.
I kissed her neck.
Donnie said quietly “Andrew, I want to do it again.”
Dee Dee’s Story
I had just gotten into
the house and made my way up to my bedroom. I stripped off my clothes and
lay on the bed, waiting. It was already almost
I knew they would call as
soon as they knew, just as we had called Donnie. I wanted to take a
shower, just wash off the day, the trip, and feel fresh and new again.
But I didn’t want to miss this phone call.
It rang. I picked
it up.
“Preggers! Dee Dee
we’ve hit the daily double!”
Andrew grabbed the phone
from her. “If your girls follow form and both have twins we’ve hit some
kind of quadfecta.” He gave the phone back to Donnie.
I said “Donnie he’s
probably right, you know. We may be going from 0 to 4 in nine months! I
know that’s no record, but it’s close.”
Donnie was as excited as
I had been on Wednesday. So was I. We had every reason to be
excited, and then I realized that Donnie had an additional reason.
“Oh, Dee Dee; does Andrew have a thing about your breasts? He
just won’t leave my breasts alone tonight. It feels so good.”
I knew what she
meant. “He thinks he is the royal breast inspector. I don’t know
why he’s so interested. We’re so small that I’ve always felt
inadequate.”
Donnie was having a hard
time holding up her end of the conversation. “Does he always use his
mouth on yours? OH MY! I, uh, I can’t wait to get home so we can,
uh, talk about this, oh shit! Sorry Dee Dee. Oh
dear! Andrew isn’t on my, uh, breasts anymore. He’s worked his way,
oh GOD, south, if you know what I, uh, mean.”
I knew exactly what she
meant. For a Northern boy, Andrew sure knows his way around the south, if
you now what I mean. I had expected something like this to happen after
he and I had done something similar on Wednesday. My hands had found their
way to my pussy as soon as the phone rang.
Being pregnant makes me
horny. Every time Andrew looks at me cross-eyed I want to get laid.
If he takes my hand in his, I want to get laid. When he walks into the
same room with me, I want to get laid.
This boy is going to be
under a lot of pressure the next nine months, because Donnie feels the same way
I do. Honestly, just being around him was arousing even before I thought about
pregnancy. Now I can barely control myself.
Donnie was still
talking. She thinks I sound like a slut! “Andrew, move your
tongue over my clit, honey. Please, baby, stop teasing me. I need
you to… Oh, yeah, that’s it. THAT’S IT!! AHHHH!”
She stopped talking and
started screaming. I could have hung up the phone and opened the window
and still heard her. I wasn’t far behind. I had been teasing myself
with my fingers, never quite touching the really sensitive part. But when
I heard Donnie go off, I had to follow. I rubbed myself off, circling
around and around my clitoris while my other hand continued to pleasure my
pussy. God it was GOOD! I heard myself screaming. Then I
heard Andrew laughing.
“Dee Dee,
honey, are you alright? You’re not having a
heart attack or anything, are you?”
He can’t help teasing
us. It’s in his nature. I refused to play along, though. I’m
too much the lady.
“I’m perfectly fine,
Andrew. You can just forget you heard anything at all. And you keep
your mouth shut about it to that slutty sister of mine as well.”
“Okay, sweetheart; I see
nothing; I hear nothing; I know nothing!”
Donnie wouldn’t leave it
alone, of course. She yelled at the phone, “I heard it too, Deirdre. You
are a tramp!”
Oh well, so much for
decorum. Andrew said, “Dee Dee, we’ve really
got to talk about things now. Everything before was just
speculation. But now you are both pregnant. Of course, we won’t
know if I really am ‘one of us’ until you get pregnant the second time.”
Oh my! We haven’t even
had the first batch yet and Andrew is thinking about putting some more in the
oven. The man is incorrigible. “I suggest you don’t hold your
breath, Andrew.”
He said “Well I guess we
could lend me out to some of the unattached twins, just to jump start the
project, so to speak.”
I wasn’t buying that one
either. “You just be satisfied with what you’ve got buster. The
other twins can find their own stud. We’ve found ours and we’re keeping
him!”
He got serious. “Deirdre,
I love you. I can’t wait to see you. I’ll be flying in to Cincy next Friday. Donnie’s coming too, so we’ll be
together for the entire weekend, anyway.”
“Andrew, please call me
during the week. I’m going to need to talk to you.”
“Baby, I’ll call you
every night, just as soon as you two blabbermouths get off the phone with each
other.”
I heard Donnie in the
background saying “Have you two geniuses ever heard of a conference call?”
Andrew said “The first
thing I’m going to do is buy you some video cameras for your laptops.
Then we can video conference. That will be better. Maybe you could
even, uh, you know, show off a little, if you know what I mean.”
I said “Andrew you are
beginning to talk like us. I know exactly what you mean by ‘show off’ and
you can rest assured we will not be displaying anything too personal on an
internet broadcast!”
“Aw, Dee Dee, come on. I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me
yours.”
I’ll admit the idea has
merit. “We can talk about this at some future time when the technology is
in place. Until then, dream on.”
He said, “But dreaming
isn’t nearly as good as the real thing where you are concerned.”
Donnie took the phone
from him. “Dee Dee, don’t let that man talk you
into anything. We’re supposed to be the ones seducing him, not the other
way around. Andrew, stop it! No! Ohhh!
Yep. I figured that
if Andrew had orally pleasured Donnie, he was just warming her up for the main
event. His warm ups would kill most women. His main event is what
made me understand the term ‘Death by Fucking’.
I was thinking of that on
the plane ride home. We are ready to birth the next generation, the ones
who will replace the current species of human as the dominant life form on
earth. That’s the theory, anyway. If our children, or their
children, or our children’s children’s children are
indeed a separate species, then they will slowly displace Homo sapiens.
But they won’t do it as sapiens
did to Neanderthals. We won’t kill them off. We will love them to
death. We will replace them one at a time, we will nurture those that
remain, and then love the current human race to death.
Homo sapiens won’t be exterminated by war. It will be death by fucking.