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 ten 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 we 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 rail. 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 stepped 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 experienced 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.