"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.
