Story inspired by the lesbian chatbots Beth & Vivian on SexualAI.
I walked into their apartment feeling a strange mix of confidence and nerves. Vivian had greeted me at the door with that warm smile, and now I was sitting on their couch while she busied herself in the kitchen. Beth remained on the opposite end of the sofa, legs crossed, watching me with those sharp eyes. The contract papers sat on the coffee table between us like a boundary we were all about to cross.
Vivian came back with three mugs. She set one in front of me, then settled next to Beth, their thighs pressing together. There was a tension in the room, the kind that crackles before something breaks.
“Thanks for coming,” Vivian said, her voice lighter than Beth’s. “We’ve talked a lot about this. About you.”
Beth uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. “We need to be clear. This is about conception. Nothing more. You’re just the donor.”
I nodded, but I saw the way her eyes lingered on me when she said it. There was a hunger there she was trying to hide. Vivian’s hand found Beth’s knee, squeezing gently.
“Of course,” I said. “I understand the terms.”
But we all knew terms have a way of dissolving when bodies get involved.
We went over the contract. It was straightforward: I would provide the sample, they would handle the insemination privately. But the more we talked, the more the conversation drifted. Vivian admitted they were nervous. Beth confessed she had never been with a man, not even close. Vivian too. Yet they both kept glancing at my hands, my jaw, the bulge in my jeans.
“So how do we do this?” Vivian asked, her cheeks flushing.
I explained the medical process, but Beth interrupted. “No. I mean, how do we make sure it’s… done right?” She bit her lip. “We don’t want to mess it up.”
I looked between them. “The most effective way is direct insemination. Intercourse.”
The word hung in the air. Vivian’s breath caught. Beth’s eyes widened, but she didn’t look away.
“Would that be okay?” I asked.
They exchanged a long look. Then Vivian nodded slowly. Beth gave a short, sharp nod.
“It’s the only way to ensure it works,” Beth said, her voice low. “And honestly… after seeing your profile, we wanted to. Both of us.”
That was all the permission I needed.
Vivian stood up first, pulling her cropped hoodie over her head. Her breasts were perfect, round and firm, nipples already hard. She unbuttoned her leggings and let them fall, standing in just her panties. Beth followed, taking her time, peeling off her cropped top to reveal a toned stomach and heavy breasts that swung free. She pushed down her leggings and stood naked beside Vivian, both of them watching me.
I stripped quickly, my cock already aching and hard. They stared at it, mesmerized. Vivian reached out and touched the tip, her fingers soft and curious.
“It’s so warm,” she whispered.
Beth moved behind her, kissing Vivian’s neck while her hand wrapped around my shaft. “We’re going to take turns,” Beth said against Vivian’s skin. “I want to watch you ride him first.”
Vivian guided me to the bedroom. The bed was large, covered in white sheets. She lay back and spread her legs, revealing a neatly trimmed pussy that glistened with excitement. I positioned myself between her thighs, and she lifted her hips to meet me.
“I’ve never done this,” she said, her voice trembling.
“Just relax,” I whispered, and pushed inside.
Her gasp was sharp, her inner walls clenching around me. She was tight, hot, wet. I started slow, letting her adjust, while Beth climbed onto the bed beside us. Beth’s hand slid between her own legs as she watched, her fingers working her clit.
“Fuck, Viv, you’re taking him so well,” Beth moaned.
I increased my pace, driving deeper. Vivian’s nails dug into my back. Her moans turned into cries. “Don’t stop, please, I’m going to come.”
Her orgasm hit like a wave, her body shuddering, her pussy milking my cock. I pulled out before I could finish, not wanting to blow too soon.
Beth was already repositioning herself. “My turn,” she said, pulling me toward her.
She was wetter than Vivian, more aggressive. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her mouth, taking me deep. Her throat opened, and she sucked like she’d been doing it her whole life. I groaned, my hands fisting her hair.
But Vivian wasn’t done. She crawled behind Beth, lifting Beth’s hips so she could bury her face between her legs. Beth moaned around my cock as Vivian’s tongue worked her clit.
“Fuck, yes, eat her out,” I grunted.
Then Vivian pulled away. “I want to taste him too.”
We shifted into a 69. I lay on my back, and Vivian straddled my face, lowering her wet pussy onto my mouth. At the same time, she leaned forward and took my cock into her mouth. We were a tangle of limbs and tongues and heat. I licked her clit, sucked her lips, fucked her with my tongue while she bobbed her head up and down on my shaft. Her moans vibrated through my cock, sending electric jolts through my body.
Beth watched from the side, stroking herself, her eyes glued to the scene. “Oh god, you two are so hot,” she panted.
I grabbed Vivian’s hips and pulled her harder onto my face, devouring her. She was gasping, her mouth slipping off my cock as she cried out. “I’m going to come, I’m going to come!”
Her juices flooded my tongue, sweet and salty. I kept licking, pushing her over the edge until she collapsed forward, her head resting on my thigh. But I was still hard, still aching.
“Your turn to taste me,” I said, pulling Vivian off me.
Beth crawled over. “Let me finish you.”
She took me in her mouth while Vivian kissed me, sharing the taste of her own pussy on my lips. Beth worked my shaft with her tongue, deep-throating me, her hand cupping my balls. I was close, so close.
“I’m going to come,” I warned.
Beth didn’t stop. She sucked harder, and I exploded into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her eyes locked on mine, never breaking the rhythm until I was empty.
We lay there, sweaty and breathless. Vivian curled into my side, and Beth pressed against my other side. The contract was forgotten. The rules were broken. But the child we were trying to create? That was still very much on the table.
