In Heat

I couldn't believe it. Truly, this should not be happening.

But here I was, balls deep in something I shouldn't be.

What am I balls deep in, you may wonder.

The tightest pussy I've ever fucked frankly, and I've had a lot of pussy over the course of my thirty-three years living on this mortal plane.

My personal scorecard wasn't anywhere near what Wilt Chamberlain supposedly put up. Frankly, I wasn't anywhere close to Barney Stinson either and he was somewhere in the low triple digits. My scorecard was in the middle double digits, but for most men apparently the average number of bedmates is around seven and I was already at seven times that many.

Until she came over. The young thing with the tightest pussy that I'm railing harder than a passenger vehicle that's violated the tenets of Operation Safeguard.

She was splayed out before me, her ass in the air executing a perfect arch while her chin is on the mattress. She's moaning through her third orgasm since I got her in this position less than a quarter-hour ago.

"Goddamnit Alex! That immense, bulbous dick of yours is hitting every part of my twat!", she screams like a banshee but in an obviously American dialect.

And through my haze, I'm snapped back to reality. I'm slamming and cramming and bashing this little bitch like she has the last functioning vagina on the planet. And I just keep going as if I'm Pheidippides sprinting to Athens after the Battle of Marathon ceased raging. Where is this inertia coming from and why am I afflicted with it?

It's very simple. It's the prime directive. And I'm not talking about Star Trek's prime directive. I'm talking about the prime directive that turns men like me into raging hormonal monsters and little girls like her into the horniest of bitches. This little bitch is far from what that word typically means otherwise I wouldn't be fucking her brains out right now.

That's not exactly correct, though.

I've fucked plenty of real bitches and I've turned them into really horny, submissive bitches just because I've been told I could ring a doorbell without using my hands.

Yet I've fucked every one of them with a rubber sock every single time.

This girl is different. This girl is the first girl to experience my weapon in its full uncovered and unfettered glory.

"Jeeeeezuz Fucking Christ!" she squeals in ecstasy as I keep hitting her G-spot over and over again. "Keep it up, keep it going!"

I'm standing prone on the floor opposite the headboard as she lifts her head up from the king-sized mattress. She slowly leans up and wraps her hands around the back of my head as I slow my strokes into her ever so slightly. I grasp onto her big tits and nibble on her left ear.

"Keep doing that, Alex. I love it when you do that to me!" she states emphatically as she melts into further orgasmic bliss.

"I'll keep doing to this to you as long you want me too." I say into her ear as I slow down completely and she mewls like a kitten being denied a second taste of sweet cream.

"I want you to do this with me every day, every second if possible. I really, really, really want your cock in me all the time," she answers as she reaches her head back to kiss me square on the lips. I return it with intense immediacy, and I proceed to bash her pussy again.

She mewls and moans and cries out loudly as we rut, as we fuck the day away. There is nothing stopping us and nothing between us. There is only me and her in my bedroom, in my home. We are acting like newlyweds, but it's more like we've found each other like we were in the pages of a sub-par, quite shitty instalove novel. The chemistry between the two of us is just that potent, that robust, that vigorous. We must be twin flames or soulmates or whatever lame trope that comes to mind when two people meet like flint and steel over kindling, tinder and fuel.

Her insanely tight twat keeps pushing back at me as I keep stroking into her, pump after glorious pump, squeeze after powerful squeeze. This eternal back-and-forth between the two of us is about to conclude because I'm ready to climax, to send my potent seed to stake its claim on her womb.

"I'm about ready to blow, Abbie. I'm going to seed your fertile womb." I say into her ear with a bit of tension in my voice as my pumping start to become erratic.

"Yes, Alex! Claim me as your bitch! Make me into the pregnant slut you know I want to be!" she screams at the top of her lungs.

And that's enough for me to pop off like a water line that's been improperly depressurized. I spray my seed into her twat, past her cervix and eventually into her womb. Rope after sticky rope of my man milk lands into the place where life is created as nature intended a man and a woman to do, regardless of how far apart they are in height, they are in weight, and they are in age.

And in our case, how far apart we are in age is quite sizeable. I'm thirty-three after all and this girl hasn't even graduated high school. She only turned eighteen recently and yet here we are fucking like a couple involuntarily separating for the long term. And yet, I'm not going to war and she's not the girl I would've married before shipping out to the jungles of Southeast Asia. That's what my grandfather did when he was drafted into the Vietnam conflict. He married the young thing who lived next door to him just before he was due to leave, and he knocked her up just as quickly.

And here I am repeating history it appears. Getting hit with the heat that is the prime directive happens whether or not the world is going to hell with an anvil tied to its ankles.

I wrap my left arm around her neck and my right arm around her stomach as my release occurs. I roar out loudly as she screams out as one more orgasm tears through her. The spasms ripping through both of us are justly forceful, truly the most intense experience I've ever been through. We are both still standing at the foot of the bed exhaling heavily, my arms wrapped around her and my dick still buried within its wet, warm and tight home, its brand-new home actually. The exhaustion is immediate, and we both fall on the bed landing so our left sides are down and we are facing the window that faces her house. Our combined breathing eventually slows, and our bodies return to equilibrium. I kiss her hair as my dick eventually shrinks and falls out her. She shivers due to our comingled fluids running down her left leg and onto the bedspread. She shivers and rubs her ass against my waning dick.

"I'm cold now even with you holding onto me like I'm your life preserver." she says with a mix of humor and annoyance in her voice.

"Just give me a moment and let's process the fact that we really are going through with this crazy project." I answer as I tighten my grip on her.

She snuggles further into me and we just stare out the window. The window across from my bedroom is the one that stares into her bedroom. The room is decked out in a surprisingly spartan fashion: peach walls, light blue bedspread atop a queen size mattress with a bedroom set and desk adorned in a dark walnut stain. But in that moment, Abbie's silhouette is standing there across the way despite her being with me. The little minx is adorned in shadow, yet I could see her blowing me a kiss as her large breasts are pressed against the window glass. I close my eyes and breathe in her heady scent, a mixture of vanilla and peach, femininity and fertility. I kiss her hair once more as her body temperature seems to inch upward ever so slightly.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks in her sexy voice and turns her head a bit to try gazing into my eyes.

"I want to look at you," I reply and l release my arms from around her. She immediately turns around and gazes at me piercingly, trying to guess what's on my mind. I stare into her beautiful brown eyes and then I drag my gaze down her curvaceous figure. Abbie is about 5 feet, 6 inches tall and she carries an almost perfect hourglass shape. Her breasts are quite big at 38D and her hips are a bit smaller at 36 inches. She has long brown hair that falls to her peachy ass and she has quite a beautiful bush above her slit that might need a bit of taming. She's the most beautiful women I've ever seen, clothed or unclothed, in shadow or not.

"Really," she states with a hint of incredulity. "You've seen me naked every night since you moved in. Why should my body be all that fascinating to you?"

"Because I was thinking about how you like to press these bountiful beauties up against the glass all the time, especially when they are in shadow. It's quite the turn on." I answer truthfully.

She snickers at me and presses a long kiss to my lips, "It's because I saw this hot hunk of a man move in right next door. He's basically this Adonis that was carved by the hand of a master stonemason. You're my definition of the perfect specimen. You've got these inhuman chiseled looks, quite the ripped physique and the largest dick I've ever seen outside of a skin flick. Why else would I tease you every night?"

"You may as well be Helen of Troy to me, sweetness. I haven't seen a woman as genuinely gorgeous as you before. Why do you think I was amenable to this insane idea of yours?" I say forthrightly as I rub my right thumb down the side of her cheek.

She shivers but it only drives her arousal up more. "Keep doing that. I want to feel your touch always."

I lightly glide my right thumb along her neck, her left shoulder and her left arm until I reach her elbow. She shudders as I glide my thumb and forefinger along the underside of her beautiful left breast, the glorious orb that will nurse our future child. She groans in pleasure as I cup that immense teardrop and lift it to my lips. I take the nipple into my mouth and slide my tongue around it like a greyhound chasing a mechanical rabbit around a track. Her soft groans become more intense moans as I move to her other generous endowment. Suddenly, she leaps from the bed and drops before me.

"I need this...I need this back in me," she stutters exasperatingly. She takes a big breath and gobbles my already rising pole down the whole of her throat. And this girl can suck like a seasoned professional. Her mouth motions are languid, borderline liquid in fact. It's most comfortable velvet vice my cock has ever felt aside from the pussy that will eventually be the place from where our family will spring. Up and down, up and down, her head bobs and wiggles as my flesh pole achieves full mast. I'm moaning and groaning, trying not to blow as this angelic succubus tries to suck the life essence out of me. She smiles broadly at me and kisses the tip, a hint of playful succubus nature showing itself in her chocolate eyes.

She rises from her knees and struts over toward the window. She places her arms on each side of the window frame and leans up on the balls of her feet. I hop off the bed and walk me and my rock-hard mast over to her and I rub it slowly along her juicy, dripping fuck-hole. She rubs her pussy along the shift causing her sexy apple of an ass to wiggle. Grasping firmly onto her wide hips, I slide all nine of my vigorous, virile inches back into her with enough force to press her big tits against the cold glass. Mashed together as nature intended them be, she raises her arms up to give herself some small measure of relief as my thrusts increase in tempo.

"Alex!" Abbie screams at the top of her lungs.

I lean my torso into her back pressing her tits further into the windowpane and whisper into her ear, "What is it, my little slut?"

She gasps out between breaths, "This...this...this is...my fantasy...come to life."

"Really, and I thought we did that downstairs right as you came over for the first time. I thought that was your fantasy come to life," I chuckles as I pull myself back and jut my hips forward so her feet move right up against the wall below the window. I slow my thrusting so she can catch her breath.

"This is more what I wanted our actual first time to be. I wanted you fuck me against this window so I could see my past self longing to be the woman I am now, the woman I was meant to be," she states as she brings her hands down and presses them to the glass so she could meet my powerful strokes evenly and equally.

"To be my barely legal, heavily pregnant concubine, cumslut and fucktoy," I say without a hint of irony as I trace kisses down her neck.

"You say that like it's a bad thing. I've wanted to be a slave to my baser urges since I found out what happened last year. Since you moved in, I've been in heat and I've needed that fire put out by that thick hose you call a dick," she answers as she arches her neck to meet my butterfly path.

I pull my hands off her hips and I intertwine our hands together. I slow my thrusting down some so I know she'll turn her head over her right shoulder to see into my powerful green eyes, "It's not exactly normal for a woman your age to pursue this goal."

"I know that rationally but seeing those five girls walk across the graduation stage all pregnant and sexy triggered something bone deep in me. I should want to go to college and to have a career, but I really, really, really need this even more," she whines as my pace slows almost to the point of frozen molasses.

"And I should want that for you too. I should be trying to find a woman closer to my own age, who wants to settle down and have children with me," I reply through gritted teeth because her tight vise of a pussy kept squeezing my manhood for another precious load of seed.

"But I'm at my peak fertility and that means we can have a really big family. Don't you want that? Don't you want the sexy, fertile nymph who lives next door to you to be eternally horny for your big cock and eternally pregnant with your babies," she moans as he remained moving at a snail's pace.

"What you're advocating for is positively sinful," I say as I kiss along her neck and jawline and I start thrusting just a little bit harder.

"I don't care if it's sinful. All I want is to be a voracious slut for my man and a doting mother to our children," she cries as she presses her juicy, bulbous ass against my hips to match my pace.

I take a deep breath and focus on my mission to breed this little bitch because that's all there was to it. This is my prime directive, her prime directive, our shared prime directive. We are going to rut, fuck, mate and breed until she shows me a positive pregnancy test. And then we're going to rut and fuck and mate some more because as I much I hated being a lothario, my sheer love of fucking a woman runs deep into me, marrow deep in fact. And with my little breeding slut here moaning my name, groaning at me to keep going just eggs me on even further.

I stare out the window to her room across the side yard and through my concubine's sexy moans and pants, I remember back to the night that changed everything, or so that old cliché goes. Around the time of my thirtieth birthday, I was growing weary of my status as a lothario. I sought long-term companionship with minimal success. None of my companions saw me as anything more than the golden goose. Despite my penchant for fucking anything that moved, I was quite tight with my finances as I had made serious bank by being successful in currency trading, both digital and actual. The loneliness I suffered hit me so hard that I decided to change from the big city to a place where the pace of life was much slower and far more boring.

That's how I wound up buying a big six-bedroom house in a city with a population of less than one hundred thousand citizens. And that's how I wound up willingly fucking this slutty temptress with every fiber of my being.

The memories are as clear as the picture on the flat screen television hanging on my living room wall. It was the day I had moved into my new home. I had been setting up my bedroom late in the evening and I was quite tired after spending much of the day arranging what I could in such a big, empty house. As I had finished making my king-sized bed, I sat down and stared out the uncovered window. At that moment, I noticed a silhouette in the window across the side yard from mine. It was bathed in a soft glow of what appeared to be a bright bedside lamp. For some reason, I was immediately drawn to that voluptuous shape like a crack addict is drawn to a bag of white powder. I couldn't make out her features, but I could see enough to know that she was swaying erotically to some sort of music. I walked over to the window and just stared on like I was watching the greatest film ever made. Slowly, I saw the shadow nymph lift her arms over head and throw her shirt against the glass. She twisted herself ninety degrees so I could make out the exact swell and curve of her luscious teardrop breasts. She then began shimmying her spicy figure so her teardrops did anything but cry. I hadn't seen anything so erotic in my short life on this big blue marble. I was simply awed and harder than a garden hose in the winter. She swayed her hourglass body in a full circle and then I saw a pair of panties fly against the window. I was reaching my hand into my pants when the room suddenly went dark.

She vanished and I suddenly wondered if my sense of perception had fallen sloppy dead.

Then just as quickly, the window was bathed in the light from the overhead fixture. The shadow nymph was now before me like Venus rising out of the seashell. I knew in that moment there was no other woman I wanted to have, to hold, to call my own as much as my grandfather had to have the woman next door, the woman who would become my grandmother. The woman before me was young, fresh, nubile and she had a hold over me that would not be easily broken. She winked at me and slid her hands under her generous tits and then over her nipples. She took her right hand and then motioned for me to shed my tank top and my shorts.

What else could I truly do? Every action she unleashed toward me compelled my baser nature to comply. My tank top and shorts fell to the floor and before my eyes and the eyes of the temptress across the way was a proud shaft that took up three-quarters of a ruler lengthwise and one-third of a ruler crosswise. Even from as far away as she was, I could see how truly shocked she was. There was a gleam in her eye that showed she was riding the line between ecstasy and insanity.

That was when everything shifted into overdrive. She went from naughty little mink to mink in heat faster than a car trying to set a speed record on a salt flat. She squashed her massive globes into the window glass and she managed to get both hands to work her up into a powerful frenzy, her right working her clit and her left somehow getting three fingers into her pussy. I was my left hand up and down my cock just as rapidly, just as frenetically. For a glorious few moments, were in symphony working ourselves into what would become the most concentrated, unstable orgasms either of us had ever experienced. Either of us didn't know how long it took before we went off, but it was showstopping to put it mildly. I hadn't orgasmed in weeks because of the major changes I had made in my life so my pent-up frustration left my bedroom window looking like something Jackson Pollock would've sketched during his youth. The strength of that release forced me to fall back against the bed and dazed me like a prizefighter that took a haymaker to the skull. After what felt like several minutes, I managed to return to my feet and the streaks that coated my little slut's window. She was grinning at me like a Cheshire cat on the verge of going feral. She immediately blew me a kiss, wandered away from the window and the room suddenly darkened.

And just like that, I'm back in the present moment and on the verge of potently seeding this vixen once again. It's the sheer logical end, the true mirror reflection of this strange journey that only began several weeks before.