Breeding Beauties!

One spring I had the chance to breed two equally beautiful women.

One was named Alex.

If you're looking for a story about a quick fuck, then this isn't it. This is, however, one of the better stories from the past. It evokes a lot of intense, gut-clenching memories I still savor.

This girl was beautiful. Stunning face. Just into her 30s, and she liked food just enough to ensure she had some padding and curves. Her skin was pale, and she had wonderfully dark, straight hair.

Her eyes, though. They were brown, and I loved seeing them without her glasses on. Beautiful eyes. The kind you can get lost in. As I did often.

She and I had dated briefly, drifted apart, and then she'd reconciled with her ex boyfriend. The sex had been 'meh' when we'd been seeing one another, and she'd had daddy issues that resulted in frequent arguments over nothing.

So I was surprised when she reached out over E-mail after four months without communication. She wanted to meet for brunch and catch up, apparently. Curious, I agreed.

Three days later I was waiting at a table as other customers ordered bagels and coffee, when she walked in. In the four months apart, I'd thought of her often, especially the way I felt when she walked into a room and our eyes met.

Now, yet again, I felt my heart beat accelerate as we locked eyes from across the restaurant.

The conversation was superficial-- until it wasn't.

I don't open with "How have you been doing". It's just a cliche phrase, lacking charisma or originality.

But in this case, I might have realized some things much earlier if I'd led with some variation of that. Because after ten minutes, she conceded that things weren't going well with her boyfriend. Their relationship had never made much sense to me-- he'd sounded... kinda lame, in both senses of the word. He'd never really had much enthusiasm for their relationship, he didn't want kids with her, and now she was literally just telling me they hadn't had sex in four months. If that wasn't enough, he had heart problems, apparently, and the medication she had he had to take sounded terrible.

So, yeah, it became apparent she was.. 'looking'. But at the time, I didn't know for what. A better relationship? Friendship? An objective voice she respected?

Or.. was it.. something more than that?

This was 2018, and an era where I was slowly realizing I had a growing fetish: I wanted to breed a woman. A smart, beautiful woman.

That same week, I'd had another woman over at my place: Anna. She was equally smart, equally beautiful, and also quite tall-- barely an inch shorter than me. However, Anna was on birth control. As I sat across from Alex, I kept thinking of Anna's pure white pussy lips clenched pathetically around my fat, veiny cock as I violently fucked her guts.

Honestly, when you fuck women well enough, they start to soften up. Their walls come crumbling down, and if you're direct enough to check, you'll often find their pussies start to moisten when you're together. Anna was like that. And increasingly, I'd been filling her more often, and then sending her home leaking spunk from her immaculate pussy. She lived with her mother, and tended to punch and lash out in her sleep, oddly. Still, Anna was falling for me.

The previous week I'd filled her four times sometime after midnight, cumming in her each time, and then watched her blond head bob on my dick as she sucked her girl cum off my softening member. The next day, despite being on birth control, she texted me to say she'd gone to the pharmacy with the intention of getting Plan B. But, instead of walking in to make the purchase, she'd sat in her car, frozen-- and unsure if she wanted to be safe, or if she wanted my baby in her. Of course, I was delighted to hear that, and the following night I'd fucked her even harder. The thing about Anna was, she had perfect skin. Flawless. Pale, but with soft color. Blond hair. Large breasts, and wide pink areolas, as I *love*. She also had the widest set of hips I'd ever seen on a naked woman, and as you can imagine, her butt was divine.

I always relished the sight of Anna bent over on my bed, her huge ass in the air leaking my cum out of her freshly fucked pussy. It was a primal thing, for sure.

Now, with Alex back in the mix, I found myself wondering if it was *me* that was... emitting something. Pheromones? Vibe? Just.. fuck energy?

But it seemed I needed to know more about Alex-- because I didn't know what she was after, and her claim that she was open to hanging out with me, alone, seemed like bullshit. But of course, I couldn't say that. I needed to maintain the dynamic, and keep her close-- and possibly, more would come from that.

Anna and I weren't in a relationship, but it had been angling toward that.

I wanted to breed them both.

I asked Alex over.

We had a great time, and watched a few streaming series from my living room. The couch I had at the time was great-- really comfortable, soft fabric, and easy to relax in.

"Can I just..." and then she'd leaned against me. I'd forgotten her smell, and the warmth of her body against mine was wonderful. When she left for the night, I watched her car recede into the distance toward the highway, and wondered if she'd be back.

A week later, she asked if I could pick her up from work so we could hang out a few hours. However, what she didn't know was that I'd gotten a few additions to the couch-- they were the flat additions, four of them, and when stacked against the couch it became a big bed. But a super comfortable one.

She liked it. At one point, she laid on her stomach as we watched the TV, and I admired the way her butt rose and fell ever so slightly as she drew breath.

That occasion, though, I rushed a bit too much. At one juncture I'd leaned in to kiss her lips, and she'd pulled away faster than I believed possible, apologized, and asked to be taken home, which I immediately assured her was fine. On the drive home, the conversation was memorable, because I could tell she was aroused, but panicked. She asked how I would feel if we continued to hang out, but never did more.

I looked at her blankly: "We both know we'll do something eventually."

She kept her eyes locked with mine for a moment.

Then, as she shifted her legs aimlessly: "...yeah, um.. probably."

When she got out of the car, entirely without meaning to, I caught a whiff of her body. Beyond the soft floral perfume she wore was the unmistakable smell of aroused pussy.

She smiled, happily, as she waved goodbye.

The next few days revealed more. She admitted the lack of sex was driving her crazy. Beyond that, she also wasn't bothering to take birth control because as she put it: "There's no point if I'm not even having sex."

That changed things. In a big way.

Treading carefully, then, I didn't press the issue or ask questions. I kept things positive.

That week, her younger sister from Colorado visited, who's married and relatively happy. During her sister's visit, I didn't hear much from her, and assumed they were getting in some girl time together and enjoying the wonderful spring weather.

Late on that Sunday, my phone buzzed.

"Can I come over?"

Had her sister flown home? I was settling in for the night, and trying to figure out how to put together an Ikea cabinet I'd had in my closet a few months. I certainly hadn't expected company.

"Yeah, for sure." I said.

Thus, I quickly washed the dishes, changed shirts, and my mind immediately launched a broad spectrum of guesses at what had provoked the visit. Was she feeling guilty? This may be goodbye. Or, it could be a tearful acknowledgment of guilt-- which would undoubtedly lead to an expectation that I respond with sympathy, and understanding. No other scenarios occurred to me-- only the bad.

An hour later, I realized how far off base I'd been.

She came through the front door with a different demeanor-- hopeful, slightly timid, but energized. She'd just spent a week with a close family member, and it occurred to me, stupidly, that something from their time together may have given her reason to consider just what exactly she and I were even doing together, and what it represented.

Not only that, but this was the first time she'd been over after finding she was off her birth control. And that, above all else, made things very different.

We talked, and discussed the past week. She'd had fun, it seemed, and expected to see her sister again over the holidays. I nodded along, technically listening, but also thinking of how bad I wanted to fuck her senseless. Knowing she was off birth control only made it worse. I couldn't help but watch the play of muscles across her neck as she spoke, or the way her hips neatly filled out her jeans as she sat on my couch facing me.

We'd had some wine. And a few edibles.

My memory up to that point is slightly fuzzy, but soon I found myself leaning over her as she laid on her back looking up at me. Her eyes were locked to mine, and her breathing was irregular-- slightly labored.

I blurted: "Yeah I really wanna kiss you."

"That's why I came over", she replied, still looking in my eyes.

We kissed, but not for long. I broke away quickly, stood, and dropped my pants to the floor before pulling my now erect and *super* fat fucking cock out in front of her. She immediately crawled a foot toward me, and eagerly took me in her soft mouth.

Her hair glistened as she attempted to take all of me. My cock is stupidly fat, and it's tough for smaller women to deal with. She made a valiant attempt, though, but in truth I'd really only wanted her mouth on my dick so she would remember how wide I am.

"You aren't on birth control." I said.

She took her mouth off my cock, and looked up, panting slightly: "No, I'm not", then let her eyes drop slowly.

"Take your clothes off, Alex."

Her eyes snapped back up immediately, wide and slightly shocked.

For a brief moment, I thought I'd gone too far, because of her sorta wild eyed look-- but her hands began moving to her buttons, and she seemed... eager? Rushed?

She took her clothes off *very* quickly, and without waiting laid on her back with her legs spread apart. Her pussy was leaking girl cum like crazy, and her breasts flattened satisfyingly as I admired her. Wasting no time, I quickly covered her with my body and pushed my fat, engorged dick into her eager pussy to the hilt: "OH GODDAMN, JONNY..."

I fucked her twice, deeply-- then withdrew and let my dick hover at the entrance of her pussy as it dripped pre-cum and her juices.

Then I skewered her with it, cruelly, not caring about gentleness..

"OH GODDAMN, BABY~ of FuCKK.."

The happy sound of deprived pussy being thrashed with fat dick echoed throughout the room, and the smell of her insides enveloped us both as I worked her fuck hole over with my throbbing dick.

Her soft body felt wonderful underneath me, and her pussy spasmed as I pushed my engorged dick head further into her guts. Having bottomed out, I paused, letting her breathing slow for a couple seconds. On the next intake of breath from her body, I quickly slid my cock out of her, before immediately skewering her with it once more. "FUCKKKkkk", she moaned while trembling and weakly panting.

I had no mercy. I beat that pussy into the couch, pinned it in place, and delighted in the feeling of wetness as her pussy drooled over my cock.

I didn't mention it, but she's a writer. She's well spoken.

And at that moment, she couldn't string two words together.

I didn't want to draw this out-- I was there for a reason.

This was my shot to breed a 10/10 woman.

The fact that she had a boyfriend wasn't something I cared about. She'd come over, she undressed, she was fertile, and she could easily be ovulating. I was going to brutally fuck her, and then shoot my entire load in her pussy to ensure I sired an offspring in her. Her boyfriend would just have to deal with it, and either leave her or help care for the offspring I put in her.

I'd saved up a two week load, on the off-chance this might happen. And now was the time to use it. Her pussy would occasionally clamp down on my fat cock as I pounded her, and also when I took the time to suck her large pink areolas.

She was out of breath, on her back, filled with hard fat dick, and off her birth control. I wanted her to take my fucking seed.

I put both hands under her soft ass cheeks, looked in her astonished brown eyes, and gave her one last violent thrust-- and then I came in her. I held her pussy pinned in place as my fat cock head spat a puddle of nut into her cheating little pussy. She loved it. Her pussy gulped the sperm laden slurry further down inside herself, and she panted wildly, smiling, eyes closed, as our bodies jointly worked to transmit and receive semen. It was some of the best sex I've ever had.

I kept her there five minutes to allow all my seed to trickle down into her reproductive tract. She kept kissing my chest softly, delicately, as I held her. She knew what I was doing. Occasionally I'd rotate my dick in her, to ensure all my fluids got all the way down her body. She allowed it all, and kept gushing about how attractive I was and how much she wanted my cum.

It took her ages to clean up in my bathroom, and later in the night, she text me to say her hands had trembled the whole way home as she drove.

Two days later, she was back. We kept things light, for awhile.

A little later, she grew serious. She stood in front of me.

"I want to tell you something", she said.

I listened.

"The other night, I went home, and Andrew was really surprised how happy I was, and that I was dancing around listening to music."

I kept silent, but the thought of her bouncing around in front of her boyfriend with my sperm swimming around her guts was hard to get out of my mind.

Then she said: "Last night I had sex with him".

And then: "He initiated, not me."

She was looking at my face, waiting to see my reaction.

I nodded, "Oh I see."

After a pause, she said: "Do you want me to go?"

I looked back at her, eyebrow raised: "No, of course not."

She smiled, "Okay.. um, good!"

I asked the burning question: "Did he cum in your pussy?"

Her face fell.

"Yes." and she went quiet.

"You wanna have a seat?" I said.

"Oh... yeah, yeah", she said, sitting on the couch across from me. After a few minutes I went to the kitchen to get drinks, and we talked idly a bit longer.

After awhile, I said what I was thinking aloud.

"I can't believe we did what we did the other day." I said from across the couch.

Her face grew still, and her eyes focused on my face: "Mmhm, yeah."

She was waiting, it seemed. I broke the silence.

"And you're still off birth control, right?"

She tilted her head, amused: "Oh, yeah, I am."

"You could get pregnant," I acknowledged.

"That's true-- um, especially with how much, um... cum you gave me." Her cheeks were reddening, and the thin grey shirt she'd worn betrayed the fact that her breath was erratic, again.

"Hm", I said.

She looked down, briefly, then back up into my eyes: "Do you want to try and make another?"

I didn't need to answer, or for her to clarify. I pushed her over my couch, jerked her pants and panties to her knees, and immediately entered her.

She moaned, and her pussy fluttered around my dickhead.

So, clearly there was competition over her... and it was intense. As I used her pussy, her tramp stamp drew my attention. It was a small rose, framed by garlands in an arc.

I took her hips in both hands and lifted her enough to maximize the depth that I was reaching in her now frothing pussy. She looked back, once, and I clearly recall the way her eyes were glazed and half open as I enthusiastically pumped her.

I made her take her shirt off, so that I could see her white breasts jiggle in response to my thrusts.

Women with daddy issues have a commonality. They want acceptance. In any form, really. For those in child-bearing years, this usually equates to an intense desire for male semen. They want it, and if asked, some will acknowledge they're a 'cumslut'.

Alex was a cumslut. And I was competing for the right to breed her.

I took it seriously.

I pumped her against the couch for long moments, and she eventually slumped, nearly exhausted.

Seconds later, I both heard a low moan from her just as her pussy began to repeatedly clench.

This is biology.

The female reproductive tract, when sufficiently stimulated, begins to clench in an undulating motion meant to draw semen further inside the woman's body.

It was the moment I'd been waiting for.

Taking her hands behind her back, I gave yet another deep thrust and emptied my balls into her pussy: "I'm cumming in you." I declared.

A gasp.

"Take it", I said as my cock shot yet more cum in her soft body.

Just the previous night, she'd had lame sex with her lame boyfriend, and taken a few drops of jizz from his weakened needle dick. From what she said, he was long, but thin and easily tired. Now, she was being stretched by a fat, veiny and determined cock eager to both claim and impregnate her. Thorough as I am, I almost wished I'd been able to fuck her not long after he had, rather than the following day-- fat dicks like mine look weirdly like trowls, which is apparently a bizarre but practical evolutionary quirk that can actually scoop out the semen of other men.

Either way, she went home filled, yet again.

This time, however, she sheepishly asked if I wanted her panties before leaving. I did.

Things changed with Anna-- I didn't have enough cum for both women, and only one was off birth control. I mostly ate Anna out, and when she'd begin to writhe I'd mount her, take her neck in one hand, fuck her hard, and then shoot the leftover loads I hadn't used on Alex into Anna. Still, it seemed like a waste.

"I want to get you pregnant", I told her while out in public.

Anna paled.

"I... can we talk at home?" she whispered.

"No."

She swallowed, straightening.

"Well, we can be home in ten minutes... if, you know..."

I smiled.

When we got home, I told her to stop taking her birth control or I'd stop fucking her.

She was caught off-guard, certainly, but kept glancing down at my crotch.

I didn't want to waste anymore cum on medicated pussy, I told her.

She stared.

Then, she reached in her purse, handed me a bottle of birth control pills, and stripped. I watched hungrily. If I played my cards right, I could breed them both in the same season. One blond, the other dark haired.

Economical as always, Anna bent over on the bed and offered up her pussy to me.

Perfect.

I hadn't seen Alex in four days, so I had a decent amount of cum stored. Anna's pussy was already leaking juices and dripping down her shaved flesh.

I walked over, nosed my dick an inch into her pussy, and waited.

After a moment Anna looked back at me, haughtily. She could have an attitude at times, but once she was full of dick she shut up and took it well.

With Anna, I would fuck her roughly until she began to get worked up, then I'd withdraw and ruin her building orgasm. I'd do it three or four times, letting her frustration build. After awhile, she'd get desperate and abase herself to get my cum in her pussy. She, too, wanted my DNA in her tight cunt. Then, I'd hold her hands above her head, slide into her, and steadily beat her pussy into the mattress until her pale tits began to heave.

As her body arced and her fuck hole convulsed, I'd spear her pussy with my fat dick head and push my load into her exquisite body. She took every drop, told me she loved me, and cleaned my dick with her pink tongue. Sometimes, after fucking her, I'd have her hold her used pussy above my face so I could smell her and remember every detail.