Fathers Day Taboo A Gemini Breeding Session
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Jane:
I waited, standing to attention with all of the other Johns and Janes. We were outside one of the accommodation blocks, picking up another worker. I was in the line of Janes and on my right was a line of Johns. We were all dressed the same in blue boiler suits, the Johns having slightly darker coloured ones. We all wore black marching boots. All of our heads were shaved as directed by the state.
John:
I waited, dressed and ready for another long day at the factory. It was nearly 6am and I would soon be expected to join the line when the knock came. This has been our life since the revolution 10 years ago…everyone equal, everyone the same. I opened the door and joined the line of Johns next to the Janes. All males were called John and all females Jane. I took my place at the end of the John line. No talking was allowed.
Jane:
The John joined the line. We were all expected to look directly ahead but I managed a quick glance at the newcomer just as he glanced at me. I was overcome with a feeling deep inside me as we exchanged glances. There was something about his eyes, kind, friendly. I felt butterflies like never before.
John:
I caught a glance at the Jane next to me as I joined the line. Despite the shaved head and boilersuit, I was stunned by her beauty. I felt softness and warmth, my heart beat faster. I held her gaze as long as I could before a guard noticed. Was that the hint of a smile? Did she feel it too?
Jane:
The order was given to march. My heart pounded as I felt the presence of the marching John next to me. It took all of my concentration to keep marching. Eyes forward, all I could see was his hand as it swung forward next to me. I desperately wanted to touch that hand, feel what it felt. It awakened a need in me, an arousal.
John:
I wanted the march to last forever, to be next to her. I could smell her femininity, hear her breathing hard. I imagined her breathing like that next to my ear. Then we stopped at the factory and that was the end of my dream. I risked another glance as she did too. I tried to express my gratitude and longing without words. Then we were separated.
Jane:
I followed the other Janes to the females’ factory. My John’s kind face imprinted on my retina. I felt aroused and I could feel the wetness that I have rarely felt before but this time there was a fire inside that was new. I followed the Janes to my work station and prepared for another long day of automatic manual labour.
John:
Those eyes! How could I forget them? It’s all I could see. I could not concentrate on my tedious work. Maybe if I pushed myself hard, I could clear her from my mind’s eye. My beautiful Jane. I worked really hard but it didn’t help. There was a throbbing stiffness in my boilersuit that was hard to hide. The more my stiffness grabbed my attention, the more I thought of My Jane.
Jane:
I worked hard for a couple of hours on autopilot, thinking about My John. I wanted to feel those hands on my body. My wetness would not go away. I could feel it now on my thighs inside my suit. A tap on my shoulder.
“Come. You have been selected for breeding duty”.
I left my station and followed the guard.
John:
My stiffness was very hard now, almost painful but I worked on. A tap on my shoulder.
“Come. You have been selected for breeding duty”. I followed the guard at a march, impossible to hide the stiffness tenting my suit.
The state considered that the best workers were the best gene pool for breeding new, productive Janes and Johns. I must have impressed someone.
Jane:
I was marched to the breeding station where there were two other Janes and were told to release the flaps. Our boiler suits had a flap that buttons at the front by the navel. Undoing the buttons allowed the flap to open all the way to the rear to allow for toileting. I released my flap and savoured the cool air as it enveloped my wetness. Standing to attention, the John was marched in. MY JOHN!!
John:
I was marched into the breeding station and as I entered, was ordered to undo my flap. My stiffness leapt out to my huge relief. I looked up at the three Janes before me. I gasped, my stiffness lurched upwards, my breath left me as I looked into those eyes again. MY JANE!!
Jane:
The fire in me leapt higher as I looked into his eyes and higher still as I saw his stiffness throbbing before him.
“Janes, Assume the position”.
The two Janes and I turned around and bent over the waist high breeding bar. This displayed our entrances to the John through the open space left by the open flaps. Please choose me! Please, please! I screamed inside my head.
John:
The Janes were numbered 1 to 3, My Jane was in the middle, number two. The guard steped forward.
“Choose your fluffer”.
Before breeding, Johns were allowed to choose a Jane as a “fluffer”. This was to prepare them for the breeding. I held up two fingers. My Jane was brought before me.
Jane:
I stood before My John. I was so disappointed. Johns only breed with their favourite Jane and use their second favourite as fluffers. However, I felt thankful that I could look into those eyes once more and second is better than third. I fell to my knees and knelt before his stiffness. It throbbed and lurched before my face. I took it in my hand. I knew my job was to encourage the largest amount of seed from My John without him releasing it until he was in breeding position. The more seed, the more successful the breeding.
John:
The feeling and warmth of My Jane’s hand was the most intense I have ever experience as it wrapped around my stiffness. She looked closely at the wetness that was dribbling from it. She seemed unsure but dipped forward a little to lick this from the tip. She dipped further forward and the broad head of my stiffness was in her mouth. She looked up, peered deeply into my eyes. It was all I needed for release but this is considered wasteful by the state and I had to hold back.
Jane:
Beautiful, hot, hard, throbbing in its silky skin. I held his hardness in wonder. Wetness at its tip, how would it taste? It twitched against my tongue, sweet, salty. It was very wide, too big for my hand but I just managed to get the bulbous tip into my mouth. There was a throbbing in my wetness. It throbbed with every lurch of his stiffness. Fluffers are allowed to touch themselves. The state considers it arousing for the John so he can produce more seed. I reached into my flap.
John:
My Jane is holding my stiffness in her mouth and has her hand inside her flap. I hear the wet squelchiness as her hand moves rapidly. I can feel the pressure building. My seed is fighting for release. I indicate to the guard that I am ready. My Jane returns to position between the other two Janes.
“Which Jane do you wish to breed with?”
I indicate with two fingers to the guard. He seemed surprised but allowed me to step forward.
Jane:
I returned to my position feeling deflated. My wetness was still gushing and the fire still roaring in me but my release was not to be.
“Jane two. You are to breed.”
What?? He chose me?? With elation, I bent over the bar to fully expose myself to My John.
John:
I stepped forward to the middle of the three Janes bent over the rail, my stiffness guiding my way. Of the three, My Jane was wide open and shiny with wetness. I stepped forward further and my stiffness was swallowed up into My Jane. I leaned forward, her head next to mine. I heard that hard breathing that I had dreamed of earlier, close to my ear. Whispered, “Fuck me, John”. I withdrew and thrust forward again and again. A whispered gasp. My stiffness sucked into its wet home, clamped in place by My Jane. I thrust harder, faster. A whimper from my Jane as her legs quivered beneath me.
Jane:
Making any noise during breeding is frowned upon but I could not control the whispers that escaped me and I could not stop the wetness noises as My John thrust into me. The exquisite heat of his Stiffness as it stretched me wide brought me to fulfilment. The fire lit within with a much greater heat that spread through my body. First my legs quivered uncontrollably, more wetness fell out of me. Wave after wave my body was taken over by an invisible force. My John was still within me, moving faster and faster. I felt his stiffness swell within me followed by the hot spreading warmth as his seed spewed out of him.
John:
My seed spewed forth into My Jane’s beautiful wetness. So much came that I thought my whole body would be used up. Afterwards, I waited inside her, holding her, while my breathing got back to normal. The guard told me to move away. My (still) stiffness exited with a “plop” and some of my seed followed, its whiteness seeping out of her.
Jane:
My body was still twitching as My John was asked to move back. I felt as though in a dream. I had a warmth throughout my body, a throbbing wetness and I could feel My John’s seed as it ran down my thighs. My legs were weak and trembling still. Me and the other two Janes were asked to maintain our positions.
John:
“Do you wish to breed again?”
This was considered as a reward for good work productivity but also, it gave the opportunity to breed with more than one Jane. My stiffness was still as before so I indicated yes.
“Choose your fluffer”.
I indicated with two fingers and My Jane was brought before me. She looked a little dazed but knelt before me. She wrapped her mouth around my throbbing stiffness.
Jane:
I was so excited to spend more time with My John. I knelt before him. I wanted to swallow him up. His shaft smelt strongly of my wetness. I took it as far into my mouth as I could, tasting the sweet saltiness of his seed and my wetness. My wetness was still throbbing and so I used my free hand to rub my most sensitive spot. I moved my head forwards and backwards, enjoying My John’s throbbing stiffness in my mouth. My saliva dripping onto the floor adding to the wetness that was splashing there between my fingers.
John:
My Jane swallowed my stiffness up to the hilt in her warm, wet mouth and her head was moving quickly back and forth. She held my orbs in her left hand and her right hand was moving very fast in her wetness, spraying wetness everywhere. My seed was fight for release again. This is not approved of with fluffers as it is considered a waste of seed but I couldn’t hold it back anymore.
Jane:
I was becoming somebody else. My entire being wanted to bring forth My John’s seed. I squeezed his orbs and marvelled at how well they fitted into my hand. Then I felt his stiffness swell in my throat. His seed was coming! No! This is trouble for us!
John:
With all my self control, I managed to not show any outward sign that my seed had burst out of me into My Jane’s mouth. I just paused in my movements and felt the hot seed as it passed from my orbs, through my stiffness and out into My Jane’s mouth. She too showed no outward signs but looked deeply into my eyes as I pumped into her. She clamped her lips around my shaft to stop any tell-tale leakage. I felt her swallow and indicated to the guard that I was ready.
Jane:
We got away with it. The guards didn’t realise that My John had released his seed into my mouth. The taste and heat of his seed was enough to push me close to my release but I had to hold back. I resumed my position between the other two Janes.
John:
“Which Jane do you wish to breed with?”
I indicated with two fingers. The guard frowned but agreed, probably because he saw that I still had my stiffness. I stepped forward and thrust myself into My Jane, my previous seed still visible around her entrance. This made her very slippery and I was immediately able to enter to the hilt. She gave a small whimper.
Jane:
I wanted to cry out at the pleasure afforded by My John’s broad and hot stiffness as it entered me fully. I could feel his orbs slap against my most sensitive place starting the fire again. He thrust into me again and again. He reached around my chest and held my breasts in his hands, pinching my sensitive, hard tips, sending electric shocks to my wetness. My release was near.
John:
“Remember your manners!” said the guard.
I knew what he meant. As a second place reward, the other two Janes were entitle to some attention from the John. They had been patiently bent over the rail all this time. Although I was pre-occupied with My Jane, I had to release her soft breasts and insert my fingers into their holes, one Jane on each hand. Whilst it wasn’t My Jane, it did help bring my seed forward again. I thrust my stiffness into My Jane. I thrust my fingers into the other two Janes.
Jane:
I looked across at the other two Janes. They were both whimpering as My John forced his fingers into them. Whilst I was a bit jealous, I knew that it was expected of him. In a strange way too, I felt that watching these two Janes brought my own release closer. My knees were starting to quiver, my wetness flowing freely.
John:
My Jane was getting wetter. Splash, splash, splash as I thrust into her. The other two Janes were also getting very wet around my fingers. Their release was close too. My Jane’s knees buckled, only being impaled on my stiffness was keeping her up. She let out a growl as her release came. My release followed and I didn’t care how much noise I made as my seed flooded into her. The noise I made seemed to push the other two Janes to their releases too. I felt them clamping around my fingers and wetness shoot out up my arms.
Jane:
I had to be carried out of the breeding room by My John and he laid me tenderly down on a bed in the sick bay to recover. I was then returned to my accommodation. I was sore but elated that I had bred with My John. I could still smell his seed on my body, taste it in my mouth. Would I ever see him again?
John:
I returned to my accommodation. I lay on my bed and thought of My Jane. My stiffness is back and my hand is drawn to it. I will see you again, My Jane. Even if it is only in my dreams and memories.
I waited, standing to attention with all of the other Johns and Janes. We were outside one of the accommodation blocks, picking up another worker. I was in the line of Janes and on my right was a line of Johns. We were all dressed the same in blue boiler suits, the Johns having slightly darker coloured ones. We all wore black marching boots. All of our heads were shaved as directed by the state.
John:
I waited, dressed and ready for another long day at the factory. It was nearly 6am and I would soon be expected to join the line when the knock came. This has been our life since the revolution 10 years ago…everyone equal, everyone the same. I opened the door and joined the line of Johns next to the Janes. All males were called John and all females Jane. I took my place at the end of the John line. No talking was allowed.
Jane:
The John joined the line. We were all expected to look directly ahead but I managed a quick glance at the newcomer just as he glanced at me. I was overcome with a feeling deep inside me as we exchanged glances. There was something about his eyes, kind, friendly. I felt butterflies like never before.
John:
I caught a glance at the Jane next to me as I joined the line. Despite the shaved head and boilersuit, I was stunned by her beauty. I felt softness and warmth, my heart beat faster. I held her gaze as long as I could before a guard noticed. Was that the hint of a smile? Did she feel it too?
Jane:
The order was given to march. My heart pounded as I felt the presence of the marching John next to me. It took all of my concentration to keep marching. Eyes forward, all I could see was his hand as it swung forward next to me. I desperately wanted to touch that hand, feel what it felt. It awakened a need in me, an arousal.
John:
I wanted the march to last forever, to be next to her. I could smell her femininity, hear her breathing hard. I imagined her breathing like that next to my ear. Then we stopped at the factory and that was the end of my dream. I risked another glance as she did too. I tried to express my gratitude and longing without words. Then we were separated.
Jane:
I followed the other Janes to the females’ factory. My John’s kind face imprinted on my retina. I felt aroused and I could feel the wetness that I have rarely felt before but this time there was a fire inside that was new. I followed the Janes to my work station and prepared for another long day of automatic manual labour.
John:
Those eyes! How could I forget them? It’s all I could see. I could not concentrate on my tedious work. Maybe if I pushed myself hard, I could clear her from my mind’s eye. My beautiful Jane. I worked really hard but it didn’t help. There was a throbbing stiffness in my boilersuit that was hard to hide. The more my stiffness grabbed my attention, the more I thought of My Jane.
Jane:
I worked hard for a couple of hours on autopilot, thinking about My John. I wanted to feel those hands on my body. My wetness would not go away. I could feel it now on my thighs inside my suit. A tap on my shoulder.
“Come. You have been selected for breeding duty”.
I left my station and followed the guard.
John:
My stiffness was very hard now, almost painful but I worked on. A tap on my shoulder.
“Come. You have been selected for breeding duty”. I followed the guard at a march, impossible to hide the stiffness tenting my suit.
The state considered that the best workers were the best gene pool for breeding new, productive Janes and Johns. I must have impressed someone.
Jane:
I was marched to the breeding station where there were two other Janes and were told to release the flaps. Our boiler suits had a flap that buttons at the front by the navel. Undoing the buttons allowed the flap to open all the way to the rear to allow for toileting. I released my flap and savoured the cool air as it enveloped my wetness. Standing to attention, the John was marched in. MY JOHN!!
John:
I was marched into the breeding station and as I entered, was ordered to undo my flap. My stiffness leapt out to my huge relief. I looked up at the three Janes before me. I gasped, my stiffness lurched upwards, my breath left me as I looked into those eyes again. MY JANE!!
Jane:
The fire in me leapt higher as I looked into his eyes and higher still as I saw his stiffness throbbing before him.
“Janes, Assume the position”.
The two Janes and I turned around and bent over the waist high breeding bar. This displayed our entrances to the John through the open space left by the open flaps. Please choose me! Please, please! I screamed inside my head.
John:
The Janes were numbered 1 to 3, My Jane was in the middle, number two. The guard steped forward.
“Choose your fluffer”.
Before breeding, Johns were allowed to choose a Jane as a “fluffer”. This was to prepare them for the breeding. I held up two fingers. My Jane was brought before me.
Jane:
I stood before My John. I was so disappointed. Johns only breed with their favourite Jane and use their second favourite as fluffers. However, I felt thankful that I could look into those eyes once more and second is better than third. I fell to my knees and knelt before his stiffness. It throbbed and lurched before my face. I took it in my hand. I knew my job was to encourage the largest amount of seed from My John without him releasing it until he was in breeding position. The more seed, the more successful the breeding.
John:
The feeling and warmth of My Jane’s hand was the most intense I have ever experience as it wrapped around my stiffness. She looked closely at the wetness that was dribbling from it. She seemed unsure but dipped forward a little to lick this from the tip. She dipped further forward and the broad head of my stiffness was in her mouth. She looked up, peered deeply into my eyes. It was all I needed for release but this is considered wasteful by the state and I had to hold back.
Jane:
Beautiful, hot, hard, throbbing in its silky skin. I held his hardness in wonder. Wetness at its tip, how would it taste? It twitched against my tongue, sweet, salty. It was very wide, too big for my hand but I just managed to get the bulbous tip into my mouth. There was a throbbing in my wetness. It throbbed with every lurch of his stiffness. Fluffers are allowed to touch themselves. The state considers it arousing for the John so he can produce more seed. I reached into my flap.
John:
My Jane is holding my stiffness in her mouth and has her hand inside her flap. I hear the wet squelchiness as her hand moves rapidly. I can feel the pressure building. My seed is fighting for release. I indicate to the guard that I am ready. My Jane returns to position between the other two Janes.
“Which Jane do you wish to breed with?”
I indicate with two fingers to the guard. He seemed surprised but allowed me to step forward.
Jane:
I returned to my position feeling deflated. My wetness was still gushing and the fire still roaring in me but my release was not to be.
“Jane two. You are to breed.”
What?? He chose me?? With elation, I bent over the bar to fully expose myself to My John.
John:
I stepped forward to the middle of the three Janes bent over the rail, my stiffness guiding my way. Of the three, My Jane was wide open and shiny with wetness. I stepped forward further and my stiffness was swallowed up into My Jane. I leaned forward, her head next to mine. I heard that hard breathing that I had dreamed of earlier, close to my ear. Whispered, “Fuck me, John”. I withdrew and thrust forward again and again. A whispered gasp. My stiffness sucked into its wet home, clamped in place by My Jane. I thrust harder, faster. A whimper from my Jane as her legs quivered beneath me.
Jane:
Making any noise during breeding is frowned upon but I could not control the whispers that escaped me and I could not stop the wetness noises as My John thrust into me. The exquisite heat of his Stiffness as it stretched me wide brought me to fulfilment. The fire lit within with a much greater heat that spread through my body. First my legs quivered uncontrollably, more wetness fell out of me. Wave after wave my body was taken over by an invisible force. My John was still within me, moving faster and faster. I felt his stiffness swell within me followed by the hot spreading warmth as his seed spewed out of him.
John:
My seed spewed forth into My Jane’s beautiful wetness. So much came that I thought my whole body would be used up. Afterwards, I waited inside her, holding her, while my breathing got back to normal. The guard told me to move away. My (still) stiffness exited with a “plop” and some of my seed followed, its whiteness seeping out of her.
Jane:
My body was still twitching as My John was asked to move back. I felt as though in a dream. I had a warmth throughout my body, a throbbing wetness and I could feel My John’s seed as it ran down my thighs. My legs were weak and trembling still. Me and the other two Janes were asked to maintain our positions.
John:
“Do you wish to breed again?”
This was considered as a reward for good work productivity but also, it gave the opportunity to breed with more than one Jane. My stiffness was still as before so I indicated yes.
“Choose your fluffer”.
I indicated with two fingers and My Jane was brought before me. She looked a little dazed but knelt before me. She wrapped her mouth around my throbbing stiffness.
Jane:
I was so excited to spend more time with My John. I knelt before him. I wanted to swallow him up. His shaft smelt strongly of my wetness. I took it as far into my mouth as I could, tasting the sweet saltiness of his seed and my wetness. My wetness was still throbbing and so I used my free hand to rub my most sensitive spot. I moved my head forwards and backwards, enjoying My John’s throbbing stiffness in my mouth. My saliva dripping onto the floor adding to the wetness that was splashing there between my fingers.
John:
My Jane swallowed my stiffness up to the hilt in her warm, wet mouth and her head was moving quickly back and forth. She held my orbs in her left hand and her right hand was moving very fast in her wetness, spraying wetness everywhere. My seed was fight for release again. This is not approved of with fluffers as it is considered a waste of seed but I couldn’t hold it back anymore.
Jane:
I was becoming somebody else. My entire being wanted to bring forth My John’s seed. I squeezed his orbs and marvelled at how well they fitted into my hand. Then I felt his stiffness swell in my throat. His seed was coming! No! This is trouble for us!
John:
With all my self control, I managed to not show any outward sign that my seed had burst out of me into My Jane’s mouth. I just paused in my movements and felt the hot seed as it passed from my orbs, through my stiffness and out into My Jane’s mouth. She too showed no outward signs but looked deeply into my eyes as I pumped into her. She clamped her lips around my shaft to stop any tell-tale leakage. I felt her swallow and indicated to the guard that I was ready.
Jane:
We got away with it. The guards didn’t realise that My John had released his seed into my mouth. The taste and heat of his seed was enough to push me close to my release but I had to hold back. I resumed my position between the other two Janes.
John:
“Which Jane do you wish to breed with?”
I indicated with two fingers. The guard frowned but agreed, probably because he saw that I still had my stiffness. I stepped forward and thrust myself into My Jane, my previous seed still visible around her entrance. This made her very slippery and I was immediately able to enter to the hilt. She gave a small whimper.
Jane:
I wanted to cry out at the pleasure afforded by My John’s broad and hot stiffness as it entered me fully. I could feel his orbs slap against my most sensitive place starting the fire again. He thrust into me again and again. He reached around my chest and held my breasts in his hands, pinching my sensitive, hard tips, sending electric shocks to my wetness. My release was near.
John:
“Remember your manners!” said the guard.
I knew what he meant. As a second place reward, the other two Janes were entitle to some attention from the John. They had been patiently bent over the rail all this time. Although I was pre-occupied with My Jane, I had to release her soft breasts and insert my fingers into their holes, one Jane on each hand. Whilst it wasn’t My Jane, it did help bring my seed forward again. I thrust my stiffness into My Jane. I thrust my fingers into the other two Janes.
Jane:
I looked across at the other two Janes. They were both whimpering as My John forced his fingers into them. Whilst I was a bit jealous, I knew that it was expected of him. In a strange way too, I felt that watching these two Janes brought my own release closer. My knees were starting to quiver, my wetness flowing freely.
John:
My Jane was getting wetter. Splash, splash, splash as I thrust into her. The other two Janes were also getting very wet around my fingers. Their release was close too. My Jane’s knees buckled, only being impaled on my stiffness was keeping her up. She let out a growl as her release came. My release followed and I didn’t care how much noise I made as my seed flooded into her. The noise I made seemed to push the other two Janes to their releases too. I felt them clamping around my fingers and wetness shoot out up my arms.
Jane:
I had to be carried out of the breeding room by My John and he laid me tenderly down on a bed in the sick bay to recover. I was then returned to my accommodation. I was sore but elated that I had bred with My John. I could still smell his seed on my body, taste it in my mouth. Would I ever see him again?
John:
I returned to my accommodation. I lay on my bed and thought of My Jane. My stiffness is back and my hand is drawn to it. I will see you again, My Jane. Even if it is only in my dreams and memories.
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