Beverly unexpectedly gets herself pregnant owing to a mistake with her contraceptive treatment. This chapter describes our friend lovemaking during Beverly's pregnancy. It also describes how Dr James uses Beverly's sperm to make herself pregnant. A gentle tender chapter.

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
alluding to.

"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 of the praetorian guard."

"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 Be, 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 perversity 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 fetus 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 fetus?" 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 fetal material we took
yesterday. I’ll know more in about a month after I've annualized the
genetic fingerprinting and compared both children. I don't like
referring to them as fetuses now."

My father shook his head with wonderment. Then 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 night-time 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 from 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. Oh! 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 and 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 acreage 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.