Mare's Tales                   by: Beverly Taff

 

Chapter 10.

As the years progressed and we became engrossed in our studies, we settled into a blissful routine sharing our lives in the first term of the upper school. There was only one small blemish on our times together in the upper school and that was when Jenny and Vee enjoyed their games. I was forced to spend the time either doing gentle aerobics to avoid exciting my cunny or to watch passively from the sideline as my friends tore around the field. I envied them their freedom.

As a consequence of my inactivity I started to grow a little plump. We were showering one evening when I caught Jenny studying my body.

"You're putting on weight Bev." Observed Jenny bluntly.

I self-consciously grasped my rounded bottom and frowned.

"It's no bigger than yours or Vee's."

"Not there silly. That's as pretty as ever. No, I mean your tummy."

My tummy was a little too rounded and I gently squeezed it as though trying to disguise my little pot.

"Gosh Bev," laughed Vee, "you'd better do something about that. It's becoming noticeable."

I frowned a little, annoyed at their too open honesty. I had to admit to myself though that I had definitely swollen around my tummy.

The following morning I presented my self to Dr James. She lay me down on the couch and examined my form.

"Hmm. Yes you are a little overweight aren't you?"

I nodded self-consciously as she prodded my tummy. Her smile suddenly changed to one of puzzlement and her eyebrows knitted together as she pressed and probed my

Little pot.

"When did you last have your period?"

A wave of shock swept through my body as I realised what she was getting at.

"I- Oh my god! I can’t remember. How in the hell could I have been so unobservant?"

"Well surprise, surprise Beverly. I think you're pregnant."

Dr James waited for the shock on my face to settle and my normal colour to return.

"Well! Young lady. You're going to be a mummy."

I stared at her thunderstruck as her professionalism took over and she gently palpitated my womb. She smiled at me.

"We'll have to run some tests. There could be all sorts of complications."

I bit my lip with worry but she reassured me.

"No don't worry Beverly my dear. You’re in safe hands here and I don't pass any moral judgements here. Anyway you might be the father as well. Have any of the other boy-girls been near you?"

I shook my head vigorously as I replied.

"No. Jenny's a brilliant guard. She defends me like a centurion."

"Well. It looks as though you are the father as well. I'll have to run some genetic tests on the foetus and I'll need permission from your father for that. I don't anticipate any problems though. I'll also have to change your treatment. I'm going to have to watch your hormones like a hawk."

She bent over and gently kissed my cheek. I had never been so tenderly treated by any of the staff and I smiled nervously.

"Don't worry Bev. You just behave as normal for the next few months and I'll do the worrying. There shouldn't be any serious complications."

She gently helped me off the bed and helped dress me. With one more kiss on my neck she patted my swollen tummy and sat me down to talk. My mind was dizzy with questions as they raced through my spinning brain. She had reassured me about the physical side of having children but what about the emotional and social side. I was still too young and immature to start a family. She cancelled her engagements for the rest of the morning and we sat discussing the situation. Miss Lane was summoned and the various arrangements were made for me to have the baby at the school.

By noon we had covered all eventualities. Miss Lane was naturally an organisational whiz. That was why her school had succeeded. I left Dr James's surgery a much happier and fulfilled woman.

She had arranged some tests for later in the week and I was left to follow a normal life until she had a grip on the biology of my condition. I minced happily down the corridor with a beaming smile on my face. Several younger girls looked strangely at me. It was unusual to see a student leave Dr James or Miss Lanes office with such a smile.

There were whispers and mutterings as the pupils tried to determine why I should be so happy but I ignored them as I almost trotted to the Labs where Jenny and Vee were studying physics. I had to slow down as my labia became excited and reminded me of my vulnerability. I arrived at the labs almost panting with excitement, partly from the exciting news and partly from over exercising my labia lips. The physics mistress smiled at me and I presented my note from Dr James. She read it and her eyes sparkled with delight. I knew the contents anyway and nodded happily as she raised her eyebrows.

"Congratulations Miss Beverly." She whispered. "Are you going to make it public?"

"Not just yet Miss." I replied as I hugged myself with delight. "I'll only tell my friends tonight and maybe make it public a little later on."

"Very well then my dear. Take your place with Veronica and Jennifer. They've copied some notes for you."

I squeezed between my friends and smiled brightly. They were itching to know what was happening and I told them to be patient until that night. They pestered me for the rest of the day and half suspected the truth. I almost denied it at one stage but enjoyed stringing them along until we were back in the privacy of our dormitory. When they finally got me on the bed they pinned my arms back on the pillow and demanded the truth.

"Right Bev. Come on. Out with it." Demanded Jenny.

"Yes. It's true."

My friends let out a whoop of excitement.

"Are you going to keep it?" Asked Vee.

"Can we feel anything yet?"

"Don't be daft Jen. It's only a few months. I'll know more after Dr James has run the tests on Friday.

My friends bounced excitedly on the beds as they swiftly undressed me and inspected my swollen tummy. They gently stroked and felt the lump then hugged me with delight as they stripped off and cuddled up to me under the bedclothes. They were afraid of sharing in any delights until I explained that Dr James said I could carry on as normal until much later on.

"The only thing I ask is that I stay on top in future, just in case."

They both agreed to this and we spent the rest of the night in our normal activities. The following morning I was sick and vomited violently in the bathroom. Jenny and Vee were very solicitous and sympathetic as they helped me dress and told the mistresses of my problems. Dr James had advised all the mistresses and most of them were considerate and concerned. They were all curious to know the outcome of my conception and eager not to endanger it with any punishments or activity. For the rest of my pregnancy I was treated very well. The Friday tests were run and I attended Dr James labs as she and the science mistresses studied the results. There were a few surprises, the most notable being twins.

This news was flashed to my father and stepmother who had already arranged to visit me that weekend. I waited anxiously for their arrival and we shared tea in our dormitory with Dr James, Miss Lane and my friends Veronica and Jennifer.

Dr James confirmed that the twins were one of each and both seemed to be O.K. They could find no problems and she expected my father to be a proud grandfather by summer. A tear came to my father’s eye as he hugged me. I knew he was worried about an heir when he finally retired. I could read his mind as he weighed up the equations about whom to hand his factories on to. I kissed him and he became confused as his emotions took hold. After all I was still a son as well as a daughter and I had fathered his grandchildren. He sat back and studied me. I could see his mind adjusting before my eyes. My swollen fertile form with softly rounded curves and two ripening fruit within had finally convinced him.

The bouncing colt like ten-year-old son with whom he had wrestled and played with all those years ago was now also a faithful daughter who'd served him well by providing an heir. The beauty of it was that his own ‘son’ had fathered his heir.

Dr James explained to him some of the strange ramifications. My Father was a successful chemical engineer and understood most of what she explained.

"Genetically Mr Hart, Beverly’s son is as close to you as any other son by your first wife would have been. The male foetus is akin to a clone of Beverly."

"Does that mean it’ll be a hermaphrodite like Beverly."

"Hard to say until I’ve completed more tests. I'd say it's possible bordering on probable."

"And the female foetus?" Persisted my father.

"More difficult to say without some more tests. I'll be able to say for definite after I run some extra tests on the foetal material we took yesterday. I’ll know more in about a month after I've analysed the genetic fingerprinting and compared both children. I don't like referring to them as foetuses now."

My father shook his head with wonder and a general silence settled upon the tea party as each person mulled their own thoughts. There were certainly some remarkable ramifications and all the agile minds were deep in thought as Veronica brought in the giant teapot. The clinking of teaspoons seemed to crash through the silence as we pondered. Then the conversation resumed as legal and organisational aspects were dwelt upon.

Law was taught at Miss Lane’s and the law mistress had a very agile mind. My stepmother also acted as my father’s company secretary. She and the law mistress determined what was watertight and what was shaky as we thrashed out a secure future for my children. They were to be looked after by my father until I was older and then I could decide what was to be done. They would be toddlers when I reached my maturity and by then they would be more manageable for a young 'unmarried mother', -even a wealthy one. I was to carry on at the school so that I could choose if I wanted to go to university or concentrate upon being a mother.

What ever happened I would resume full parental rights over my children after university? I was determined that I was going to be around if my children proved to have any of my strange physical characteristics.

That evening after all foreseeable aspects of my children's welfare had been addressed, my parents returned home and I resumed my normal life at the school.

My friends treated me much more gently as the bulge grew with the months. And our nighttime activities were much more circumspect as my agility and movement became more restricted. Jenny and Vee often slept with their heads by my bulge and enjoyed a thrill of anticipation as my twins 'kicked'. There were murmurs of delight when my stomach would suddenly start to flip and squirm as the growing promises rearranged themselves within me.

During the seventh month I celebrated my sixteenth birthday. My bump was now huge and it became too uncomfortable for me to share my bed with Jenny and Vee. Reluctantly I moved to a specially prepared room where Dr James could keep a better eye on my progress. Had I but known the real reasons I might have been more cautious about accepting her offer.

The new room was attached to Dr James' flat and there was a door connecting my room to her bedroom. Each night she would sit upon the bed and we would chat about the baby, sex, and our lives in general. She also described some of the sadness in her life and I almost felt myself growing sympathetic. It was during these chats that Dr James finally got around to approaching a subject that had been disturbing her lately.

"I want a baby as well Beverly."

I looked at her puzzled. Dr James was a very pretty woman and any man would be more than pleased to give her a child. I told her this and her expression soured.

"Ugh" The thought of a man with his horrible hairy body all over me leaves me sick."

"Well you could always try artificial insemination." I suggested.

"Exactly young lady." She countered.

I realised that I had been slowly drawn into a trap she had laid. Dr James was a lipstick lesbian. She had all the sexual needs of a woman but detested 'disgusting hairy men’ mauling her body. I grasped now what she was aiming at.

In a perverse sort of way she wanted to enjoy my body just as Jenny did. She enjoyed having the opportunity of my soft ripe womanly body to share and yet she wanted to have a baby. My hermaphrodism fulfilled her needs exactly as it did Jenny's. I sighed resignedly as I accepted her request and a broad soft smile spread across her face. I had never seen her look so happy.

Dr James was a beautiful woman in her late twenties. As she undressed I greedily drank in the vision of her beautifully proportioned body as she gracefully disrobed. She caught me gazing and smiled as she finally presented her naked beauty to my view.

I had never seen her naked before and my cock promptly became rigid against my swollen pregnant tummy as I gazed with delight. I shifted awkwardly as I tried to make room for her on the bed. She gently climbed onto the bed and snuggled down alongside me. Her hands roamed all over my body as though gently assuring herself of my femininity. My swollen breasts received particular attention and my 'lump' was gently stroked and caressed.

Next, her uncertain hands gently grasped my rigid erection and cautiously determined its condition. I gazed into her beautiful face as a little tremble of anticipation flickered across her lips.

"You're not afraid of him are you? It was you who actually created him."

"That was on the operating table Beverly. This is different."

My hips twitched clumsily as she gently tickled my fraenum. I felt incongruously clumsy with my huge lump making me an awkward pregnant girl whilst my desperately rigid organ strove for satisfaction as a boy. She helped me on to my knees and I knelt on all fours with my swollen breasts and huge lump hanging down like an old sow. She looked at me and giggled and I became self-conscious about my shape.

"It's not funny. Wait until you become pregnant."

"It's not that Beverly. It's the contrast. If you could only see your penis digging into your own lump you'd realise what a strange sight it looks."

I could feel my gentleman friend straining stiffly against my lump. It was like trying to force down an erection to fit into knickers. I shifted again as my babies kicked and Dr James carefully squirmed underneath me.

She placed a couple of big bolster cushions under her tummy and thus presented her rump up to my swollen pregnant lump. I realised she intended doing it doggy fashion. It was without a doubt the most convenient way and I carefully hefted up my lump to rest on the round crests of her bum cheeks as my desperate organ gently nudged at her temple doors. She shifted nervously and let out a little grunt. I gently held her delicious hips and she stiffened with fright.

"What's the matter Dr James?"

"I- I- I haven't done it before. I- I- I'm a virgin."

My body jerked with surprise as I stopped nudging. I was so shocked that my cock became limp almost immediately as I clumsily scrambled off her back. My mind was in a whirl as I tried to reconcile the paradoxes of this beautiful woman. It was impossible to conceive of a doctor of her experience and life style being still a virgin.

I rolled onto my side and gazed into her tear stained face. She appeared like a terrified little girl as I gently placed my hand around her sobbing shoulders and kissed tearstained cheeks. Here was I, a teenage hermaphrodite, trying to comfort a twenty eight year old doctor on her first night.

The whole idea seemed preposterous and I simply didn't know how to handle it. I shifted again awkwardly. My twins seemed to sense the nervousness flowing through my body and started to 'kick' and flip with a vengeance. I gently pressed my lump against Dr James's thigh as it wobbled and twitched with the twin’s activity. She slid off the big cushions and gently settled against me with her beautifully curved body pressing against my swollen fertile womb. Gently we stroked each other’s bodies as we each gave and received some support of each other. After nearly an hour of cuddling and exploring each other’s bodies she finally whispered.

"Do you want to try again Bev?"

"Yes Doctor."

"Oh please call me Margaret or Mages. How can we possibly maintain formality in these circumstance?" She giggled.

Her laughter transmitted itself to me and we both ended up giggling and tittering like a pair of naughty schoolgirls.

The twins stopped reacting as the tension leaked away and my lump settled down. My penis slowly became hard again and Margaret played self-consciously with it as her responses started to come in to play. I gently fingered her soft velvety pussy and felt the dampness start to collect around the lips as she gave off a little moan of pleasure. She started to twitch rhythmically as my fingers gently teased her hardening bud.

"That's right just there. Keep going."

She repositioned her tummy over the bolster so that her delicious buttocks were presented for my attentions and I carefully returned to our original positions. With my huge lump there was no way we could do it face to face, with either her or me on top. It was 'doggy fashion' or not at all.

Margaret was better prepared this time. Her cunny was oozing love juice and her love lips were as slippery as an eel. My cock was as rigid as a tent pole as I gently rubbed the head against her inviting labia and bud. Margaret let out a series of long soft moans as she wriggled and pushed her cunny against my visitor. Slowly her lips parted and my organ gently slipped between the tight little labia as she let out a gasp of pleasure. I let it rest a while as she gently sucked and twisted her love tube like a child savouring a new lollipop. She gave off little mewling sounds as gently she embedded herself a little deeper. I felt my member finally fetch up against her hymen. It was quite a noticeable membrane.

'My God', I thought. 'She's not lying. She really is a virgin.'

Margaret gave a gasp of fear as she felt the bulldozer nub of my penis press against her virginity.

"Oooh! Hold it right there. Wait a minute. Let me do this."

I rested quietly against her rump as she gently squirmed and grunted. I felt my nub being pressed harder against her core until she suddenly gave out a little squeak. There was a distinct little rip as the membrane split across my nub end and Margaret froze then whimpered gently as my nub slipped past the membrane.

"Ooww! Aaah! I think that's it. It felt like it."

I had to agree that it certainly felt like it as I lay with my cruel weapon embedded deep inside her. I moved slightly and she jerked sensitively.

"Ouch. Careful Bev. It’s sore. You have. You've broken it. You've had my virginity. J-just stay like that for a while until I'm ready."

I gently reached under her loins and carefully tickled her clitty. She gave of another little squeak of surprise and automatically started to writhe and thrust. This of course caused her to rock back and forth on my cock, which served to drag her hymen back and forth up and down my penis. She was now experiencing a combination of pleasure and pain as her clitty and love lips received the attentions of my fingers whilst her torn hymen ripped painfully up and down my organ. Poor Margaret didn't know whether to grunt, pant or squeal as the conflicting messages from her pussy were sent crashing into her tortured brain. The combined sensations of pleasure-pain served to bring her to a rapid and violent crescendo as her very core screamed out for satisfaction.

Finally she collapsed onto the bolster as her breaths tore through her shattered frame and her soft buttocks heaved up and down like a boat at sea. I gently started to thrust back and forth between her peachy bum cheeks.

She lay gasping as she recovered her senses and then gasped to me.

"Don't come just yet. I've got to collect your sperm. I need it."

I realised what she meant. There had been a small 'boat shaped' little cup on the bedside table. This was obviously going to be used by her to hold against my pussy lips when I ejaculated against my love lips as I came. I carefully rolled off her and she gently took my organ in her mouth and started sucking. The sensations were indescribably exciting and I was orgasming like mad in matter of seconds. She had already anticipated this and had pressed the cup against my love lips. As the orgasm rattled through my body I heard the semen splash into the cup. There was no doubt that Margaret knew how to give a blowjob. I gently grasped her hair as she busily sucked and nibbled at my organ in her determination to gather as much of my seed as she could. As the last twitch died in my loins she gave a soft grunt of satisfaction and removed her soft red lips from my cock.

She inspected the sample she'd collected and then showed it to me. I felt a little bit like a milk cow as she expressed her satisfaction with my efforts. It was the semen she wanted, not me. I wondered why she had gone to all the trouble of intercourse so I asked her.

"It's for my own baby, Bev. I think it's only right that she should be conceived in the right circumstances with the maximum measure of affection and gentleness."

"It's going to be a girl then?"

"Oh yes. I'm pretty sure of that. I'll be using some of my own special techniques to separate these little blighters so that I only conceive a daughter. The thought of a cock inside me there - she tapped her tummy- leaves me sick."

"Well what about mine then? It was just 'there' as you put it."

"Oh yours is very different Bev. I consider you to be a girl. Especially with those in 'there'" She gently tapped my tummy and rubbed her hands gently over the bulge. "I'll just go and sort these out. You go back to bed."

I crawled under the sheets and watched her ripe rounded bum as it swayed out through the door. Her hands held the precious sample as she disappeared from view so I turned off the light and settled down to try and get comfortable. My lump was getting really awkward now. I was almost asleep when I felt the bedclothes move.

"Is that you Margaret?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes. Drink this, it will help you sleep. Then just lie still and get some sleep. I'll just keep you warm."

She slipped in behind me and I felt her soft breasts against my shoulder blades as she cuddled up to me and delicate fingers gently reached over to grasp my cock. I was soon asleep again and lay like that until the morning. It was the last full night’s sleep I was to get before the babies came. As my pregnancy came to term, Dr James, - I still thought of her as Dr James when meeting around the school- quietly took me to one side and gave me the news about her own pregnancy.

"It looks as though your babies are going to have a half sister."

I gently put my arms around her waist and gave her a soft squeeze. I was sure she was about to kiss me but the sharp click of heels in the corridor prevented her. We separated quickly and stood for the entire world like pupil and staff member as Miss Lane came stalking around the corner. She eyed my condition and smiled as she glanced over her reading glasses.

"Looking forward Miss Beverly?"

"Yes, but nervous ma-am."

"Well I'm sure there's no need to be. Dr James is one of the best doctors around."

"Yes Ma-am. Thank you Ma-am."

"Happy with her progress Margaret?"

"Oh yes, it’s only days now, at most. We're all prepared."

"Good. Good." Smiled Miss Lane. "I'd like to discuss this new intake of pupils-"

Their voices drifted off as they walked away down the corridor and I resumed my activities. I was of course now excused games and I had some extra prep lessons to finish. I entered the library and resumed my lessons in the quiet and peace. There between bouts of note taking and reading I gently felt my lovely ripening bump and tender breasts.

Days later in the same library, my first contraction came. Fortunately Vee was with me and raised the alarm. The arrangements swung into action as Dr James and Dorothy quickly prepared for the births. My parents were alerted for they had been on standby and they arrived before I had actually delivered. My father acted as the substitute for a husband and stuck by me as I finally bore two healthy and bouncing twins. They were a good weight I soon had them greedily suckling at my breasts. I was to keep them with me through the remainder of the summer term and then I would have them through the holidays. The following autumn term I would leave them at home with my parents whilst I resumed my studies at Miss Lane’s.

Dr James carried out some careful tests and check before confirming that my son was indeed a hermaphrodite. My daughter appeared normal although her clitoris was indeed abnormally large and formed. We could only wait and see what maturity would bring. After a few days in the school ‘sanatorium’ I returned gratefully to our dormitory. Jenny and Vee were beside themselves with excitement as I arrived pushing my babies in their pram. In our dorm they eyed me enviously as I gently lay back on the bed and let one baby suckle at each nipple.

"Wish I could do that." Sighed Vee.

"What suckle from me or feed these two."

Jenny let out a squawk of laughter as she changed for athletics.

"You know what I mean," protested Vee as she lay beside me and stroked the babies’ heads. "I'd love to be able to suckle them."

"It’s nice but your tits ache." I cautioned.

"It'd still be nice."

The expression of envy on Vee's face made me feel a little sorry for her. As we prepared the twins for their nap I wondered if it would be possible. The next time I was in the library I'd look it up. It'd be nice if I could share the duties with another wet nurse- or even two.

The following morning as I browsed through the books I found what I was looking for. The name of the hormones that caused lactation and the treatments advised for mothers with too little or no milk at all. With this information I slipped quietly into the pharmacy and triumphantly located the right drugs.

My plan was successful. Within a week Vee was secretly lactating and my babies were greedily suckling at two sets of tits. Furthermore, the three of us did not fail to test our milk and every night would find us secretly suckling away on my or Vee’s breasts.

The last few weeks of that term and the following holidays were sheer bliss. Jenny and Vee both spent the summer vacation at my parent’s large house and we spent idyllic days wandering in the huge acearage as we pushed my babies around the trees and fields. There in quiet corners amidst the warm secret summer glades we often lay with our breasts exposed whilst the twins happily suckled away. At night larger lips took over to drain the excess milk from two pairs of breasts.

Sadly this idyll was not to last. As autumn approached we had to return to school and we bid good-bye to my babies. Our milk finally dried up and we returned to Miss Lane’s ready to start the rigours of our studies for University. Years of intensive study lay ahead.

 

 

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