It was half-way into my 35th year that the longing in my loins reached its pinnacle. As my friends settled down and had children, I was still living the bachelor life, but no longer enjoying it. The aching in my cock wasn't satisfied by one-night stands and flings anymore. I wanted something solid, a relationship, a pretty wife to call my own. Really, though, what I wanted more than anything, what I desperately craved, what I thought about night and day and nearly drove me insane.... was to breed her....
Yup, it's true. My main motive for wanting a wife was so I could stick my dick in her, knock that sweet bitch up, and watch her grow. Nothing gets me going like seeing a woman's face as my sperm travels up her tubes and into her yearning eggs. Feeling her take my hot spunk and absorbing it, knowing she can't stop her body from accepting me and growing our child makes me nearly rabid.
Unfortunately, the ephemeral nature of my relationships didn't lend themselves to pregnancy, nor even bareback sex, for that matter. My conquests were constantly hampered by condoms and birth control, devices which were anathema to me in my drive to breed.
So you might ask, "why don't you just marry someone and knock her up if you want to so badly?"
Well, the issue there is another thing: my obsession with young women. Darling little 19 and 20-year-olds. Giggly and sweet, with pert asses and perky tits that make my dick drool. Old enough to know what they want, but naïve enough to let me take what I need. When I was in my 20s I could still get away with dating a college cutie, but now at 35 I'm viewed as "creepy" or "predatory" when I try to get some young tail. Can you believe it!
Well I got tired of listening to my mates and their wives. I was done being set up on dates with their friends who were perfectly charming, but in whom I had no sexual interest. I was over it! So I decided to take my fate into my own hands. I was going to breed the wife I wanted, and no one was going to stop me. Not even her.
My plan was set in motion due to a stroke of serendipity. Prior to my luck, I was at a loss for how to lure in my mate. I was uncomfortable going to the young bars as an older guy, and I avoided dating apps like the plague. Most of the women I matched with were just looking for a quick fuck, which is not what I had in mind. But when I saw Sadie, none of that mattered anymore. I knew she would be my wife.
Sadie is the 19-year-old, brunette beauty who recently moved in with her parents next door. An only child, she was prone to shyness and kept to herself. When I first said hello, she practically hid behind her folks. Her Father and Mother seemed a stern duo, which surely added to Sadie's skittish demeanor. Nonetheless, her petite body in her short skirt made me salivate. I'd never had much of a preference for size, but something about how tiny she was, how controllable, made me want to fold her in half and keep her there. I wanted to spread her legs out whether she chose to or not, break that tight pussy open, and fill it to the brim. Make her grow with my son.
It wasn't easy to talk to Sadie at first. She went to community college, but outside of that her parents kept her very sheltered. She was always helping out around the house, and through my spying I learned she was deft at her domestic duties. Her Mother even offered me some baked goods that Sadie had made, and as I ate them, I thought about how nice it would be to come home to her warm meals. My barefoot and pregnant little Sadie in the kitchen making something just for me.
Finally, after a few weeks of tracking my prey, I decided to act. At this point I was quite infatuated, and my constant watching made me privy to her schedule. I knew she would take an evening walk alone around 8PM, so I put on a nicely-fitted white polo, tucked it into my jeans, and threw on some boots to make me even taller.
I guess I should probably describe myself now. Luckily for me, I'm a tall, strong guy. I'm not the most handsome, but I've learned that a nice frame, a beard, a manly affect, and some muscles can get you pretty far. I'm also aware that I have an intimidating visage, which some girls shy away from. Others cling onto me, though, and beg me to fuck them harder, so I walk with a bit of a swagger. I checked out my bulging arms in my tight sleeves, fluffed up my dark chest hair, sprayed some Bleu de Chanel, then headed out to say hello.
We live on a cul-de-sac with a garden in the middle, which is exactly where I found my little fawn. She was sitting peacefully on a bench under the trees, away from street lamps and other prying eyes. I walked over to her and tried to crunch some leaves to make myself known.
"Hey there, Sadie. Mind telling me what a pretty lady like you is doing all alone out here in the dark?"
"Oh, Mr. Peterson, you scared me!"
She nearly jumped off the bench when I arrived and her perfect little tits bounced. After calming down, she looked to the floor and blushed, realizing that I'd called her pretty. God, I love shy girls. My dick was growing just looking at her smooth legs in her white skirt. I wanted to spread them right there and ravish her, but that wouldn't bode well for the long run, so I quickly sat down before my meat became too prominent.
"It's okay, Sadie, you're safe with me. I just wanted to say 'hey' since I haven't gotten the chance to, yet."
I gave her slim thigh a quick squeeze while telling her she needn't worry. This made her recoil and scooch away, but I spread my legs wider to maintain contact.
"Oh... sorry about that, Mr. Peterson. My parents are really strict and barely even let me out of the house. That's why I cherish these little walks I have at night. Finally, a moment to get away."
"That's too bad, Sadie." I turned to her and placed my hand on her leg again. "A gorgeous girl like you shouldn't be stuck hanging out with her parents all day."
Her face stained red. I gave her thigh another squeeze before letting go, but stayed turned towards her then laid one of my arms over the back of the bench. It was innocuous enough that I could have been doing it for comfort, but really I just wanted to be close to her. The tantalizing rose scent of her long hair was drawing me in, and I dreamed about nuzzling into it when we spooned in the future.
"Thank you, Mr. Peterson... But yes, they don't let me do anything. I haven't even made any friends yet."
"I'm so sorry, Sadie." I offered another sympathetic thigh squeeze. This time, though, my hand remained, cupping her silky smooth leg as I continued. "How about any boyfriends? Hmm? I bet all the college guys are chasing after you."
I sensed she was uncomfortable with my hand there since she was slowly sliding away, but I just followed her until she was trapped between me and the bar at the end.
"Ummm... no, Mr. Peterson. I don't have a boyfriend, nor do the boys chase me. They think I'm weird because I'm quiet and my parents are really religious and strict. I'm sort of an outcast..."
Oh boy, she's religious, too?? That just about guaranteed that she's virgin! Which meant I could make her mine and mine alone. This girl was getting better by the second, and my thick cock responded accordingly. I didn't think she could see it growing, so I just kept staring tenderly at her. She still couldn't meet my eyes.
"Awww, Sadie," I consoled. "Well I'd be chasing after you, that's for sure. You wouldn't be able to keep me away from you."
I pulsed her thigh again and she looked up at me and smiled demurely.
"Mr. Peterson..." she whispered before finally giggling. It was melodious.
We talked for a few more minutes about silly things and I stayed firmly planted on her warm thigh the whole time. With my other arm now over her shoulder, she was trapped. When my curious hand slid too high up her leg she put both hers on mine and eyed me nervously. She seemed too petrified to speak, so I gave her a look that said, 'it's okay' and left it there. Her shuddering ceased after a moment and she lay her hands down daintily, as if accepting my advances. My cock was now throbbing, and I was sure precum had coated my briefs ten times over.
I didn't want to take Sadie any further tonight, even though I could have if I'd pleased, so finally I stood up then reached my hand down to lift her. She blushed while smoothing her trim skirt over her surprisingly plump behind, then put her hands behind her back and looked down. I loved how quickly she took to waiting for my lead, like a good wife should.
I pulled her in for a quick hug then stepped back and told her, "Sadie, I want to see you here again tomorrow at the same time."
I told her very sweetly, but make no mistake, I told her. This wasn't a question. Much to my delight, she responded with a meek, "yes, Mr. Peterson."
"Good girl."
We went our separate ways, and when I turned to check out her swishing skirt she was looking right back at me. She scurried away quickly; I left triumphant.
When I got home I masturbated three times, each to the thought of my perfect Sadie. I wanted to take her away from her parents and that school, keep her safe in my home. I wanted her ankles tied up to the headboard with her wrists above her head, splayed out spread eagle, pussy waiting to be filled over and over until pregnancy was inevitable. I wanted to watch her slim tummy bulge obscenely with child, and her small breasts grow heavy and full of nourishment. I knew if I was patient and firm I would succeed.
The next day was spent solely thinking about my Sadie. I couldn't focus on work and dipped out early to hit the gym, but not even the iron could distract me. My every thought was of her.
