Date: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 16:22:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: yoric horatio <yoric_horatio@yahoo.com>
Subject: Breeder Programme: Chapter 3

Several weeks had passed since our first fisting session, I was quite used
to taking Caroll's fist by now, my favourite position was squatting on it
as she had her elbow on the bed, I would do most of the fucking actions as
I pumped my pussy up and down her arm. The feelings of her finger sliding
into my womb had not diminished at all and I had many multiple orgasms from
our sessions.

My session behind the curtain with the nurse and the camera was the talk of
the classroom for a week after the event and made me something of a minor
celebrity. Caroll did say that I should be spending more time with the
other girls as I was a good role model for them, some of them had yet to
experience the pure pleasure of sex and I readily agreed. I was paired with
a petit brunette with a waspish waist, large A or small B cup breasts,
highly kissable lips and the cutest button nose I have ever seen. I had
often lusted after this slip of a girl in the past but never had the
courage to do any more than cast furtive glances in her direction,
following the smooth curve of her thighs or stealing a glimpse of her
cocklet when we were dressing for swimming or any other chance I got to see
her naked. My recent fame however had given me the courage to face my
desires and made me bolder in myself, along with the fact that I was
regularly having as much sex (although still no actual fucking) as I wanted
helped of course.

I suspect that Caroll had arranged a change in our schedules and training
routines to encompass a mentor programme whereby people who were paired off
with each other were given the time and privacy to discuss, the mentee
could answer questions frankly and under the strictest confidences secure
in the knowledge that the topic of conversations would not become public
knowledge. The organisers were obviously leading the sort of topics by
ensuring that our partnering rooms had all the required toys to promote a
healthy quest for sexual pleasure. Indeed everything was set up to promote
sexual contact between the pairs (including my favourite breather of what I
found out were called poppers).

Nina certainly was the reserved sort but I always got the impression the
all she was waiting for was a chance to explore another body but never had
the confidence to ask.

Our early sessions were composed of getting to know one another, talking
about our fears, hopes, dreams and what life would be like when and if we
were eventually allowed to leave the walls of the centre. There was of
course talk of my not so private session behind the curtain and I even went
on to describe the experiences I had had before and after that event, not
forgetting that all important glimpse I had had of the `opposite sex' and
their practical lesson that I spied upon.

The act of talking about these things visibly aroused Nina, her nipples
would become erect pushing against the thin soft cotton of her blouse
clearly marking their position on her perky breasts through her clothing. I
tried to give her as much detail in as an erotic fashion as I could, trying
to egg her onto into making some kind of advance upon me, one that I would
have gladly allowed and encouraged. Sadly nothing did happen though in the
first few weeks except for talking about it.

On our fourth weekly session Nina had brought a pad and her drawing
pencils, as she said there were some sketches she wanted to finish, not
being happy with the outcome. They were mainly still life sketches, a few
landscapes and numerous portraits, doodles almost but ones she had drawn
from memory. The girl had a natural talent sure enough and each picture was
instantly recognisable as the subject of her pencil. I gladly noticed I
featured in the pages of her book more than anyone else, I simply put it
down to the time we had spent together over the past few weeks.

Whilst we chatted amiably about all sorts of topics, meandering from point
to point as girls do for a half hour or so I got the impression that Nina
had something on her mind, she wanted to say something but was too scared
to come right out and say it.

Not being able to bear the tension any longer I simply asked if there was
something she wanted to ask me. She hesitated and looked down at her page,
her pencil totally still considering her position and trying to decide
something behind those beautiful innocent eyes.

"I've never drawn a nude of anyone" she suddenly blurted out ...

Not what I was expecting to say the least and it caught me totally off
guard, where was she going with this?

"I'll let you keep it ..." she said after a short pause, the unasked
question hanging in the air.

I stood and adopted an open armed posture in the classic cinema style, one
leg bent at the knee, slightly crossing the other and standing a little
sideways "How do you want me?"

She stood rapidly almost running to me, I could see hesitation on her face
so I reached forward and put my arms around her hugging her into
me. "Whatever happens in this room stays in this room" I reassured her and
was gratified to feel her return the hug.

She asked me to strip, positioned me on the queen sized bed and set up the
pose, it was a very classical scene with the picture window behind me and
the rolling landscape disappearing into the distance. I was lying on my
side with my head propped up by my right hand, elbow on the bed and my left
arm draped lazily across my tummy. My left leg was bent and draped over my
straight right. As a matter of course I had tucked my tiny cock back
between my legs as that where it normally resided anyway in order to give a
smoother line to my panties so to all intents and purposes I resembled a
young girl blossoming into womanhood posing in the nude.

Nina quickly arranged my long hair so that it fell slightly over my left
breast with just a hint of nipple poking through the strands and then took
her place on the arm chair facing me, pad in hand and pencil at the
ready. She began furiously drawing, sketching away on her pad across her
lap, her eyes never seeming to leave my body for more than a second or 2 as
she quickly glanced down to reference a particular point on the paper.

I took this opportunity to observe her in minute detail, noting the flash
in those beautiful sparkling green eyes and the graceful curve of her neck,
the way in which wisps of her hair (which was seemingly always tied up)
caressed and tickled her neck. Most of her torso was blocked from view by
her pad; I could only just see the forming valley between her breasts
begin. I could follow her legs underneath her wide knee length skirt as her
legs were crossed at the knees. They were, to put it mildly,
perfect. Ultra-smooth and pale, not a single sign of a hair to be seen
anywhere and we were barely over a metre away from each other.

Had I been in a different situation I might have been jealous of her beauty
but I found that I simply couldn't bear any ill will toward her even if I
tried. It wasn't her fault she had flawless skin, perfect hair, beyond
perfect eyes and legs that were graceful whilst not being painfully thin.

As I gazed between her legs I could just make out the white lace hem of her
pale pink panties, no sign of her genitals of course but that didn't stop
me thinking about exactly what was under those panties. More to the point,
my mind wandered to think about what I would like to do to whatever was
inside those panties and have her do the same to me.

Such was my reverie I totally failed to notice that she has stopped
drawing, my gaze was focused on the pictures in my mind now and not the
ones displayed by my eyes. I only noticed something was amiss when I was
forced out of my thoughts by a noise, it was Nina saying my name "Lisa
... Lisa ... are you ok?"

I took stock of my situation, my cock was painfully erect and throbbing in
its prison between my legs, I could feel my face and neck flushed with
arousal, my nipples were more erect than I had ever felt before and all in
front of this perfect specimen of teenage womanhood looking at me with
innocent concern all over her face. I was acutely embarrassed to be seen
like this and I felt my face grow redder as my feelings must have been
plainly obvious to anyone watching, plastered all over my face, I may as
well have had a neon sign above my head saying `I want to make love to you
Nina'.

I saw the realisation dawn on her and my heart broke for the very first
time, how could I possibly have thought of desecrating this perfect
creature in front of me, she could never be touched like that as it would
simply be sacrilegious to debase this epitome of perfection which such
lustful acts. In an instant all my confidence left me, all my bravado
evaporated into so much smoke and tears lept into my eyes.

I jumped up and ran for the door snatching my dress from where it had lain
repeatedly sobbing sorry through the floods of tears that streamed down my
face, I didn't even look back as I grabbed at the door handle and fled. I
didn't care that my feet were bare, I didn't care that I was in essence
totally naked clutching my dress to me as I ran across the grass to the
private apartments I shared with my beloved Caroll. The thought of my lover
brought even more feelings, ones of regret and betrayal, how will she ever
look at me again once she learns that I had lusted after another girl; that
I had actually pictured taking that delicate frame into my arms and doing
all those things that Caroll and I shared so intimately.

I didn't stop my run until I was back in my room still sobbing as I threw
myself on the bed and cried and cried until I had no more tears to shed. At
that moment I hated myself and what I had become, what I had dared to think
and the consequences of those thoughts.

Time passed, I have no idea how much, it could have been minutes or hours
but exhausted I fell into a troubled and haunted sleep.

I was roused by a movement on the bed, it was Caroll gently shaking me
awake with a look of concern mixed with love all over her face calling me;
dragging me from the abyss. I turned my face as it hurt to see her
unknowing beauty, knowing that I would be cast out from this life to sleep
with the other girls in their 2 person rooms, shunned forever by my first
love, a love I knew was impossible to feel again.

"Tell me honey, whats wrong?" she asked.

Tears once more forced their way past my screwed up eyelids as I buried my
face harder into the pillow. "Please baby talk to me, tell me what's the
matter" I recognised the tone, it was the caring psychiatrist tone, the one
that conveyed caring and neutrality with a touch of distance, I started to
get angry. How could she use the same tone the head shrinks with their
constant pressuring calls for more input, more information, tell me what
you are thinking, tell me what you are feeling, how do you respond to this,
to that, I felt like a mouse in a maze running around looking for the
cheese being constantly studied and dissected by a mind not my own. My
anger now boiled hot ... but still I cried, what was happening to me, why
could I not control myself.

Suddenly I became introverted searching for a reason to all this, my mind
was a red hot poker one moment and a shaking pink blancmange the next. I
felt like I was falling apart piece by piece.

"Please please baby talk to me ... you're beginning to scare me" the tone
had left, gone, almost as if it was never there. This time I heard concern,
love, sadness ... tears. Was Caroll crying? Had I upset her already, did
she know, had Nina told her what happened?

I looked over my shoulder and saw her face, there were tears in her eyes,
real honest to goodness tears, I immediately thought that she should save
those tears as she may need them later and was repelled by my own mind. She
cracked a smile when our eyes made contact, it was one of relief and only
love shone through.

I started sobbing uncontrollably as I threw my arms around her waist and
buried my face into her bosom as a child would to her mother seeking
comfort from the world. How could I possibly expect Caroll to save me from
my own consciousness was beyond me but that's what I needed. I tried to
apologise through my sobs but I was incoherent even to myself. She held me
to herself cradling me to her bosom, stroking my hair and my back soothing
me and slowly my sobbing abated.

I had to tell her, I couldn't live with the guilt of my betrayal a moment
longer ... and so I did.

Caroll never moved and never stopped holding me as I told her what had
happened, what I had wanted to happen, the revulsion in myself for thinking
these things, my love for Nina, about how pure and innocent she was, how I
shouldn't be allowed near her because of my basest desires that should
never be inflicted upon her and the pain I would feel from introducing her
to emotions so depraved in contrast to her innocence that it would surely
tear her apart, turn her into a basket case that would change her
forever. I ended with my flight across the lawn into my room and how she
had found me.

Again time passed as I was retelling the tale, again I had no clue as to
how long. Once I had finally ended my story I felt no relief, I was only
barely aware of my surroundings as all my attention had been centred on
Caroll and what I was saying to her. I was dimly aware that night had
fallen, I tried to remember the time of day Nina and I were in the mentor
room together, was the sun still shining as I sprinted across the lawns my
clutched dress being the only protection my body had from anyone who could
see me.

Had anyone seen me?

Now that I was fully deflated Caroll started to speak. The motherly loving
tone was back again and she still cradled me. She told me she was not
upset, she was not angry but was gloriously happy for me, I had found
someone I could love as I loved her of my own generation, my own age, we
were so similar we could have been sisters and in a way we already
were. She pulled me away, lifted my head up and looked deeply into my
eyes. I saw no condemnation in her eyes only pride and contentment.

"There is someone I think you should see now"

Panic all of a sudden set in, I couldn't face Nina again with what she must
have seen on my face in that room, any of it ... I just couldn't bear it. A
sniff from the darkness made my head swivel, there was Nina standing there
her hands clasped prayer fashion covering her mouth and tears visibly
running down her perfect cheeks and I froze, paralysed with fear at her
reaction.

Suddenly she came running towards me and I couldn't move, her arms
outstretched towards me, my heart beating so fast and so hard I feared it
would rip though my young chest and break away shattering into a million
pieces. Before I could react she threw her arms around me bringing her
closer to her into the most tender of hugs I had ever experienced. She
lifted me bodily out of my bed and held me tight, I could feel her tears
against my neck and the uncontrolled sobbing and realised that for once
tonight, it wasn't coming from me.

Realisation dawned upon me what was happening, she loved me too, these were
tears of joy not of sadness and I hugged her back both of us crying in
happiness. Tears eventually turned into giggles as we parted to arms
length. I surveyed her face noting the mascara that had run giving her sad
little black rivers down her cheeks.

I mentioned that to her that maybe she needed to pay a little attention to
the `old war paint', she giggled and suggested that maybe I should look in
the mirror sometime. Confusion was rapidly replaced by horror as I ran to
the wash basin and looked at my shocking reflection. What appeared in the
mirror was nothing short of a disaster but that paled into insignificance
when I looked past my ruined face and caught my reflection in the full
length dress mirror directly behind me. I was mortified to realise I was
still totally naked. It was at this point in time I screamed and tried to
cover myself with my hands and arms.

Nina was at this point almost doubled up in near hysterics as she realised
the cause of my outburst, I put my best dignified strut on as I walked past
her but I only managed to get about 4 paces before I broke into a run
heading for my dressing gown, hastily donning it before turning around
again. Still I couldn't help laughing as I returned to her and held her in
my arms again and soon we were propping each other up giggling and
laughing.

Once we returned to something approaching normality Caroll cleared her
throat politely letting us know she was still there.

"Nina, would you like to spend the night here, I think both of you have a
lot to talk about?"

I held my breath for a fraction of a second awaiting her response but the
enthusiastic squeal of delight followed by the obligatory clasping of hands
in front of her face spoke volumes.

"In that case I think you should pop off to your room and get some night
clothes, there's a good girl now ... off you go ... toodle pip!"

Nina practically sprinted from my room with a happy backward glance and
cute little wave in my direction before she disappeared from view. Once it
was just Caroll and I she came over and again hugged me. "I'm so proud of
you my baby girl, she is an absolute honey and beautiful to match. She came
to find me after you ran away worried sick about you, she really does feel
for you and was terrified that she had done something wrong. She wouldn't
show me the drawing probably because she thought I would be angry, if you
don't want me to see it I shall respect your wishes but hold onto that
girl, there is something very precious about her."

"Now I expect you may want to get yourself cleaned up and dressed even a
little before she returns, I am going to sort out some snacks because you
managed to miss dinner and must be ravenous. Nina will no doubt be back
before I so I shall see you in a bit." With that she kissed me tenderly on
the cheek, turned and left the room.

True to Caroll's assessment Nina was back just after I finished scrubbing
what remained of my makeup from my face, thrown on a pair of white cotton
panties with a cute pink bow at the front and a patterned pink nightdress
that came to my knees .

Nina looked unbelievably cute and sexy in her diesel coloured satin
dressing gown and pure white nightdress which clashed a little with the
bunny slippers on her feet. She did at least look a little embarrassed when
I saw them but it all added to her charm.

Caroll came in later with sandwiches and the our obligatory medications and
that's not all she brought, she came with news too. Whilst Nina listened
avidly Caroll asked me about earlier on, about my moods and feelings. I was
ashamed to retell all that I felt during those first few moments after
waking up but once I had finished Caroll simply came over and hugged me and
said she was sorry.

She had suspected that something like this would happen, she hadn't
expected it to be so harsh on me though. Caroll went onto explain the
theory she had that was behind my mixed up emotions. She hypothesised that
my first ovulation had just happened and the hormones that were now rushing
through my body exacerbated my moods making what would normally be a gentle
swing from one normal emotion to another into a full blown pendulum effect,
to which we were all witnesses.

It slowly dawned on me, I was now able to get pregnant, I was now able to
bear children and I was now able to fulfil the destiny that I was created
for initially.

"Remember, just because you are able to I am not about to put you out into
a field with lots of horny boys like a mare at a stud farm, you are still
too young to have children and are still a child yourself. You still have
to come to your own mind on how you want to run your life, nobody can
decide that for you ever ... just remember that. And besides" she went on
"there appears to be 2 of you to think about, not just one anymore."

With that she kissed us both again and left.

Nina and I spent the entire night talking, laughing, giggling and doing all
those things best girlfriends do when at a sleepover. We did each other's
hair, we traded makeup secrets, we painted our toenails, we talked about
boys and recapped my adventures peeking into their classroom and eventually
by mutual consent we slept.

I really was truly exhausted from the day and I remember eventually
crawling into bed with Nina in front of me as we spooned and I cuddled her
for as long as I could.

I was woken by the sun streaming through the window to the familiar
sensation of being held from behind. Nina was spooning me, her left arm
draped loosely over my midriff and her right arm under my neck. I lay there
and revelled in the feeling of being held close to this lovely warm body so
much so that I snuggled backwards a little to ramp up the pressure of her
body against me. During the night, as so often happens, my night dress had
ridden up to my waist and was bunched uncomfortably between me and the
sleeping form behind me. I carefully reached round to pull the garment back
down, at least to my thighs, only on the way down the back of my hand came
into contact with Nina's crotch and touched something that was harder than
it should have been. I stopped my movement for a second or to just trying
to figure out if Nina really did a case of morning wood.

As my hand was in contact with what I hoped was her cockle I felt her stir
and press into me, a tiny moan escaping her lips as she pressed herself
into the knuckles of my hand. I am afraid to say that my hormones got the
better of me and my own cockle started to rise to attention, even confined
in my panties where it had been all night. I slowly rotated my hand so that
I could bring my fingers into play and probed at her pubis trying to find
the lay of the land so to speak. Nina's cockle was indeed hard, maybe half
an inch or more larger than mine lying flat against her pubic mound
pointing straight up. I slowly dragged a fingernail up her cock towards the
very tip and I felt it pulse in anticipation, Nina's breathing started to
increase in tempo slightly as I repeated the movement just as slowly.

As gently as I could I rotated in the bed to face her in order to not wake
her so I could see the looks on her face and enable me to get better access
to her charms. I continued playing with her penis through her panties for
several minutes more before slowly and gently sliding my fingers under the
waistband so I could touch her without being hampered by cotton. I saw her
eyes open as my fist wrapped itself around her member, a momentary jolt
went through her and then she smiled, leaned forward and kissed me full on
the lips. It was a little hesitant at first but soon it gathered more and
more passion. In short order we were open mouthed French kissing, both her
arms wrapped around me pulling me hard into her.

I continued stroking her cock under her panties and she writhed in
response, lifting her leg and putting it over mine to ease my access to the
rest of her crotch. I slid my hand further back to cup her tiny balls,
rolling them around in my hand whilst using the heel of my hand to continue
pressing on the base of her tiny perfectly proportioned penis. It was not
too long before her kissing of me became most urgent until she could
continue no longer and moved her head away, her breaths now coming hot and
fast onto my neck and she involuntarily thrust her crotch against my hand,
her passion building to the inevitable crescendo as her humping became
quicker and harder. She whimpered and I felt her hand cover mine, urging me
to press harder as she literally fucked herself towards orgasm. The
whimpering became panting then moaning ever increasing in volume and pitch
until she suddenly went into a whole body spasm wrapping a leg around me
and pulling me bodily in close jerking her hips against me letting out a
"yes ... Yes ...YEEEEEESSSS!!!".

I looked at the beading sweat on her forehead as she went through the
afterglow of orgasm getting her breath back and lazily opening her eyes,
gazing at me in that unfocused way that I have come to love. Without saying
a word she leaned forward and kissed me, gently and tenderly on the lips,
so much emotion was transferred in that single act that I was almost blown
away.

Nina started kissing the rest of my face whilst gently pushing me onto my
back, her mouth only just touching me, such fleeting moments of contact
which in themselves had no right to start my blood boiling, but boil it
did. She started moving down my body, hiking my nightie up over my boobs
whereby she started giving them the tongue lashing of their short lives. My
nipples were so erect I swear I could have cut glass with them as she
gently sucked and chewed on the sensitive nubs. When she had one mouth on
one breast her hand was kneading and pinching the other keeping my pulse
racing.

Her hand moved from my breast and slowly slid down my tummy, dragging her
fingernails lightly down my body sending shivers of pleasure from my toes
to my hair roots. Her fingers bypassed my raging cockle and teased the
insides of my thighs, I spread my legs and tried to hunch my pelvis against
her but her hand was out of reach. I felt her fingers caress the underside
of my knees causing my legs to jerk wide apart and I saw no point in
closing them again. Taking this as permission she moved herself in between
my legs and sat on her haunches, allowing her full access to my cockle and
pussy. At this moment I would have let her do anything she liked to me, if
she wanted to deflower me with her cock I would have gladly spread my pussy
cheeks apart and dragged her into me. As it turned out, that was not her
intention at all.

I felt my pussy moisture leak out in preparation for an intrusion and I was
not disappointed. Her finger pressed against my entrance which gave in
easily only to have her remove it and replace it with 2 fingers, gently
sawing in and out. My precum must have been in full flow as there was no
discomfort as her fingers eased my pussy open. With all the pleasure I was
getting from Nina finger fucking me my cockle started to droop. I had come
many times before without having it stimulated and the orgasm when it
finally did arrive was far more intense than otherwise.

Nina continued to finger fuck me pulling her fingers out right to the tip
and pushing them back in all the way, I felt the knuckles of her hand
pressed against me. Soon the number increased to three, then four, I was
humping against her hand legs spread knees bent, feet flat on the bed as
she repeatedly buried her digits into me as far as her hand would allow. I
silently begged her to finish the job off by adding her thumb and allow me
to feel her hand spreading me fully.

As if hearing my pleas I felt her thumb pressing into me and I braced
myself, my pussy opening itself to her fully. I watched her face as she saw
her hand creeping deeper and deeper into me until my pussy started closing
itself around the pinch that was her wrist, the feeling of her hand
entering me was almost enough to bring me to orgasm on the spot.

Slowly she started to pump her fist deeper into me, I awaited the contact
with my cervix but it didn't come before she withdrew pulling her fist back
until she could see my hole distend before pushing her hand back in, never
quite far enough for my cervix nor far out enough to feel my pussy stretch
that delicious few extra millimetres. I started panting harder and harder
as she continued her fist fucking of me, I desperately wanted to feel her
fingers enter my inner sanctum, to pierce my womb. I stretched my hands
above my head placed against the headboard so I could push in time to her
thrusts hopefully increasing the depth to the point whereby she would have
to touch my cervix and bring about my much needed orgasm.

Instead of going deeper however she started to withdraw her hand further
and further out pulling me open from the inside, that delicious feeling I
knew so well. I revelled in the sensations caused by my pussy stretching
wider than when she first invaded me due to her fist being balled up, her
mouth spread into a wide O as she watched my pussy stretch and stretch
until her hand came out with an audible pop. For a few moments my pussy was
gaping wide open and I knew she could see deep into my abused hole before
it started to close slowly.

I took this opportunity to spin round whilst still on my back so my head
ended up between her legs, I smiled up at her and she smiled sweetly
back. My mouth was mere inches from her erect and twitching cockle, inches
I was determined to reduce to zero. I stretched my head back between her
legs, tilting it until I could reach out with my tongue and lick the
underside of her throbbing cock watching her face all the time. Slowly I
inserted just the head into my mouth and closed my lips around it, once I
had a good seal I gently started sucking the air from my mouth. I watched
as her eyes widened and then roll back into her head as I steadily
increased the suction, slowly drawing her into my willing mouth. She leant
forwards feeding me her cock until she was on her hands and knees above me
and slowly proceeded to drop her crotch press-up style onto my face, I
could now lie my head back down on the bed and suck her entire length into
my mouth. It wasn't quite long enough to reach my throat but still had a
good few workable inches.

She started to hump my face as she obviously got into the blow job as
evidenced by her breathing. I think she was trying to distract me from her
cock by swallowing mine whole and doing a creditable job of it, but I
wanted to feel her cum and I knew I had an ace up my sleeve. I reached
round to her glorious pussy and started putting pressure onto her damp
rosebud, just enough to titillate her without actually penetrating her, now
she was caught between increasing finger pressure by pushing back and the
urge to penetrate my mouth further by pushing forwards. Her natural fucking
rhythm took over in the end. Every time she pressed back against my
fingers, her pussy opened slightly, a little more each time, she was even
pushing out with her pussy as she felt for the first time something wanting
and willing to penetrate her hole. On a down stroke I followed her with my
finger as usual but kept it there unexpectedly, she was unable to stop
herself in time from the next upstroke and my finger plunged in 3 inches
into her soaking wet hole.

I heard her cry out in pleasure and jerk away from my fingers reflexively
but immediately plunged herself back onto my digit. This continued for only
a few minutes, my cock now all but forgotten as she continued to fuck my
mouth and herself on my intruding fingers as I kept adding until all four
of them were pistoning out of her pussy. Her fucking became more and more
frenetic and I knew she wouldn't last much longer before finally thrusting
into me one final time, her sweet pussy juices simply pouring out of her,
down the crack of her ass, onto her cock and thus into my mouth.

I lapped them up eagerly not wasting a drop until she all but collapsed on
top of me totally spent breathing hard coming down from her orgasm.

We made love again before deciding that maybe we should get up for
breakfast