Breedable
by Pan
Chapter 3
I grinned at Tammy’s comment and began thrusting in and out of her, watching the way her tits bounced with every stroke. She was so hot, so wet. I’d had high expectations, but the experience of burying my cock in my sister’s best friend had exceeded them.
For several minutes, the only sound was our heavy breathing, and my balls as they slapped against her thighs. As I thrust into her, Tammy began to quiver and shake and talk dirty, as though she couldn’t control herself.
“Fuck me, Toby. Fuck my pussy hard, baby.”
I groaned in response.
“Oooh, fuck me, Toby,” she moaned. “Please! I wanna fuck...fuck! Fuck me! Fuck, please, Toby, please!”
I pulled out and slammed into her again, making Tammy scream. I fucked her harder, faster than I ever knew possible, pounding my cock inside of her.
“Oh, god, Toby!” she cried, and as her entire body began to shake, I realized that she was cumming.
I’d made a woman cum. Just from fucking her, I’d given a girl an orgasm.
I probably could have controlled my orgasm, but in that moment, I didn’t want to. As I felt Tammy cumming around my cock, my cock began to swell inside her, and I could feel myself getting ready for release. All of a sudden, I was there.
“Yes!” I cried out, feeling the warm liquid of my seed erupt into the condom as I came. I groaned, shivering, my hands on her hips as we both rode the wave.
It was the first and last time I ever came inside a condom.
“Fuck me,” Mom groaned, as I pumped my bare cock inside her pussy. “Fuck your mother. Fuck me. Make me pregnant. Make your own mother pregnant.”
“Do it,” Emily urged. “I want it. I want my half-brother to be my nephew to be my own child’s sibling. Oh, god...“
My sister was sitting across the room, legs spread, a large dildo pumping in and out of her sopping wet cunt as she watched me try to knock up our mother. The test had confirmed; she was already six weeks pregnant.
We were going to have quite the family.
“I want your baby,” Mom urged. “I want my son’s baby inside me. I want you to make me pregnant, Toby. I’ll do anything for this. Anything.”
Mom is about five feet tall and a little plump, with curly black hair and blue eyes. Her face is pretty, although I think it would look better if she wasn’t always smiling.
She’s also a sex maniac.
As my father had been getting more deeply invested in Sons of Anarchy, and unknowingly falling further under my control, I’d been learning more about the women in my family. Even though I couldn’t make a move on Emily yet, I wanted to be prepared, so I’d been slowly increasing her libido.
My sister, I was able to learn, masturbated a few times a week if she didn’t have a boyfriend. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d only been with two guys.
It had been easy as pie to increase that number, slowly turning up her libido as she watched her shows. I’d kept an eye on her to see if I could spot any change—any kind of suspicion about her newfound love of sex, or if she’d be more...I dunno, relaxed or calm cos she was getting off more.
Nope. No discernable difference.
Over the course of two weeks (in the middle of which which I’d lost my virginity to her best friend), Emily went from masturbating every few days to once a day. Then twice a day. Then, just to see if I could get away with it, thrice a day.
My sister was getting off more frequently than she was brushing her teeth. And she hadn’t blinked an eye.
Out of curiosity, I’d asked my Mom what her ROO (rate of orgasm) was, and the number had shocked me.
Once or twice a day. And yes, that’s before I’d done a thing.
Dad’s porn, it turned out, had been solely for usage during Mom’s time of the month. I’d gotten lucky that he hadn’t suspected anything when she’d suddenly cut him off; as a rule, she went to him for sex more often than the other way around.
The other useful thing I’d learned was that...well, Mom still had periods. It made sense, I guess; she was in her early forties. I dunno, I guess you just always think of your mother as an old crone, not a still-fertile woman.
Upon learning those two facts, I—for the first time—started to view my mother in a sexual light.
No, more than just sexual.
All of a sudden, I started to see her as a receptacle for my genetic legacy. Our genetic legacy. I carried half my mother’s DNA, and now I could pump it back into her and give us both a child.
I know, my Mom is older, but that doesn’t make it impossible. And she’d had me and my sister relatively young; from what I’d read, the earlier you start, the later you can keep pumping ’em out.
The idea made me so hard. The day I learned it, I was tempted to go straight back over to Tammy’s house and fuck her into the bed once more...but I couldn’t do anything stupid. Her parents were back, and I didn’t want to take any unnecessary risks.
Plus, the next time I fucked Tammy, I’d decided it was going to be without a condom. I’d already told her to stop taking her birth control.
The next time I had sex with Tammy, it was going to be to knock her up.
“Are you fertile?” I whispered into my mother’s ear, my voice a low growl. “Are you ready for your son to knock you up?”
“Please,” Mom begged. “Fuck, yes. Put a baby in me. Put a baby in your mother’s womb; the womb you came out of.”
I reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back so I could kiss her. Her tongue was eager and willing, and her body, already excited, was responding to my touch.
My cock was rock solid as it jackhammered in and out of Mom’s wet cunt. Like I said, I hadn’t had to do anything to make her more horny: Mom was ready for sex, anytime, anywhere, and I hadn’t even had to do anything.
Well, except for making her want me. And, of course, getting her to start going to a fertility clinic.
That’s why my mother was so far behind the others. As soon as Dad was under my control, I’d gotten to work on Emily. Tammy hadn’t been far behind. But Mom had done a full cycle of fertility medication, to increase the chances of getting knocked up.
I’d had her blow me a few times while she prepared, but I was being kept pretty busy. Emily, Tammy, and—of course—Charlotte and Beth.
Like most of my sister’s friends, Charlotte was stunning. She was tall, black, beautiful, and just as addicted to her phone as the rest of them. With both Tammy and my sister raving about the app, it had been child’s play to get her to come over so I could install it...and then once my programming began, easy as pie for her to come over so I could come over her.
Charlotte had been the first girl I’d ever made cum from oral alone. While she was going off her birth control pills, we’d experimented in a few different ways. I’d gone down on her until she came, and even taken her anal virginity.
Her suggestion, in fact.
I’d never forget that moment—we were in my room, my parents glued to the TV, my sister with her ear glued to the wall, desperate to hear the sounds of my intercourse. Charlotte had bent over, stripped off her dress and tiny pink thong, spread her legs wide, and asked if I wanted to fuck her ass.
Her instructions had to be purely obsessed with me sexually—no crush, no emotional attachment. Just pure, unadulterated lust.
This had apparently manifested in her masturbating over me a lot, and researching different stuff we could do.
Including anal.
She’d already inserted a toy—one of those jewel butt plugs—and she groaned with pleasure as I tentatively took it out, slightly alarmed by the farting noise that accompanied the removal.
“Do you want me to lube you up?” she asked, and I nodded. The lube was cold, but her hands were warm as she coated my dick.
My cock was throbbing when she put the rest of the lube on her hole, and then bent over once more.
I’d read that the first time is always the hardest, but I didn’t have any trouble sliding inside of her, pushing my way in inch-by-inch. Her asshole was tight and warm, squeezing at first before opening up to let me inside. Once my cockhead was in, I felt less resistance, but I still went slowly.
Charlotte moaned a few times as I entered her ass; I couldn’t tell if it was with pleasure or pain, but I figured she’d tell me if she wanted me to slow down or stop, so I just kept on pressing forward.
I had to stop before I could get all the way inside her. Despite being more than a foot taller than my sister, it was like she had less room. Maybe it was a black thing? I waited a few minutes in case she’d relax enough for me to go further, but it quickly became clear that it wasn’t happening.
Charlotte was breathing heavily, but unlike the rest of the girls I’d had sex with at that point, not saying anything. She wasn’t shy, she just didn’t like to talk during sex.
“Are you okay?” I eventually asked, and she just nodded in response, and began moving her ass forward and backwards.
It felt just as good as PIV; the main difference was the knowledge that this wasn’t going to get her pregnant. (Well, it COULD, but that wasn’t likely.) The scent of her wetness filled the room, and I could feel myself getting harder.
She was still wearing her bra, and as Charlotte fucked my cock with her ass, I reached down to grab her tits.
Her face was buried in the bed, and she reached between her legs, stroking her pussy-lips as I squeezed her breasts. My fingers found a nipple, and I pinched it, making her gasp.
I kept fucking her ass (or, more accurately, letting her fuck me with it) until I felt her starting to cum.
She was moaning loudly, her body shuddering when I unloaded inside her. The throbbing of my cock must have made it feel so much larger (she definitely felt way tighter as I pumped my seed deep in her ass), because Charlotte gasped a few times as I came, like she couldn’t breathe.
When we were done, and she’d stopped shaking, I pulled out of her, and we lay beside each other in bed.
Charlotte sat up, her back against my chest as she looked me in the eyes. True to form, she didn’t say a word, just kissed me. After a few minutes of silent cuddling, she pulled out her phone.
I smiled, watching her unknowingly move herself towards even further devotion.
Beth, meanwhile, was a whole other story. See, Beth was a lesbian. Still is, in fact.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, her fingers sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. “Fuck me, Toby. Make me yours. I want your cock inside me. I want it so bad...”
She was a lesbian with a fetish. Not, as you may have guessed, a fetish for cock, or for men, or even for not being a lesbian. Nope—Beth knew exactly who she was. She knew what she wanted, and she knew that it wasn’t men. Beth liked pussy, exclusively, and (just for fun) I had decided not to mess with that.
Instead, I gave her my fetish.
Beth, just like me (and just like everyone else I turned, to be fair), had a pregnancy fetish.
She was gay as the day was long; she wanted women as much as I did. But, just as much as I did, she wanted a baby.
Beth was never attracted to me. But she wanted me—not as a man, but as a means to an end.
She wanted me to put a baby in her. She was desperate to feel my seed filling her up, her belly swelling with my child. The whole thing turned her on more than...well, more than liking women.
My cock meant nothing to her. My pleasure was irrelevant. Except...my cock was the delivery method for what she wanted most in the world. My pleasure made me hard, made me cum, gave her the baby she was totally obsessed with having.
So my pleasure meant nothing to her...while also being the most important thing in the world to her. My cock turned her off, but what my cock meant was the biggest turn-on of all.
And so we were in the basement, naked, my hand between her legs. Beth had short black hair and a nose piercing, and tattoos all up and down her arms. Her tits were tiny, her pussy shaved bare.
“Put a baby in me,” she pleaded. “Please, Toby. Please.”
“I’m going to knock you up,” I growled. Beth was probably the girl who came the most easily, so I wasn’t surprised when she climaxed around my fingers almost immediately.
She gasped loudly, and then shuddered.
“Fuck me,” she urged, looking me in the eyes. “Fuck me. Give me your seed. Put a baby inside of me. Your baby. Your seed.”
“If you insist,” I replied, grabbing my cock. It was hard and ready. “I’m going to be the first man inside you.”
She tried to hide it, but I saw Beth hide a roll of her eyes. I smiled. Her total lack of attraction to me was a weird turn-on of its own; the idea of her having my child was so much hotter when I knew how much she hated the act.
I slid into her pussy, and her eyes lit up.
“You like that?”
“Yes!” she screamed. “Give me your cock. Give me your seed.”
I grinned.
“Be honest,” I ordered—in the subliminal messages I used to program all my women were some hidden instructions. Complete honesty, total disclosure, no sex with anyone else.
Well, any other men.
Beth moaned in response, her hips thrusting into me, urging me to cum in her. I slowed down my pace, teasing her, until she started talking.
“I don’t want your cock,” she groaned. “I hate it. It’s so big and so ugly. I’d rather eat out another girl than have you inside me, but...”
She groaned again, and I could feel her pussy starting to squeeze around me.
“Oh, god...it’s making you feel so good...that’s good, baby, that’s so good.”
“Keep going,” I ordered, and she obeyed.
“Oh, it feels good,” she moaned. “Knowing that you’re going to cum inside me. Knowing that my pussy is going to make you cum, and fill me up. I love that part. It makes me feel so...powerful. So sexy.
“I’m gonna have a baby, Toby. I’m going to have your baby.“
“How’s that?” I asked, teasing her clit with one finger.
“Oh, god,” she gasped, bucking her hips against me. “I’m so horny. I’m so hot for your cum. I hate your cock, but I love your cum. You’re gonna fill me up with cum, and get me pregnant. I want that. I want it so bad. Oh, god, it’s making me so wet! It feels so fucking good, knowing you’re gonna give me a baby.”
“You’re going to be a knocked up lesbian,” I pointed out, and she gasped again.
“Yessssss,” she hissed. “Fuck, I’m gonna be a knocked-up, lesbian mother. You’re gonna put a baby in me.”
“Do you want to have a boy or a girl?”
“I want a girl,” Beth groaned. “I don’t want to put another man on this planet. I just want a baby. A baby girl. Ooooh, yes, please, fuck, please give me a baby. Give me a daughter.”
“Just one?” I teased, and Beth shook her head immediately.
“Give me a litter. Give me a dozen daughters. A thousand. I never want to stop being pregnant. I want to be your knocked up lesbian slut for the rest of my life. I want to give you a hundred babies.
“Oh, god, fuck, fuck me, Toby. Fuck my cunt and fill me up with cum. Fill me with your baby batter. Unload into your les...your les...your knocked up lesbian whore!”
At that I could feel Beth cumming, her entire body shaking with her release. It was almost too much for me, but I was able to last a little bit longer, pounding away inside of her until I felt her recover.
“I can’t believe it,” she whispered, looking up at me, still slowly sliding in and out of her wetness. “That I’m having sex with a man.”
“Not a man,” I said. “Just a cock.”
She nodded.
“A cock. Your cock. Oh, fuck. A cock. That’s all you are. You’re a cock. You’re not a man, you’re not a human being, you’re a cock, and a set of balls. A set of balls so full of cum, so swollen with your man juices, that they’ll knock me up.”
“Are you ready for that?”
“I’m ready to be pregnant,” she replied, a glazed look in her eyes. “I’m ready to feel my belly swell, to give birth, to feed my new daughter, to raise her...to be pregnant. Again. And again. And again. And again. And again.”
With each ‘and again’, I thrust forward, pushing deeper into her.
“Give me a baby,” Beth said. “I’m ready. I’m ready to be a mother. I’m ready to be bred.”
“I’m going to breed you,” I groaned. I couldn’t hold back any longer; the sensations of her wet pussy, her soft words, her warm body...it was too much. “I’m going to cum in your cunt, and fill you up with cum.”
“Do it,” she begged. “Please. Please please please please please...”
“I’m going to give you a boy,” I said, but she was too far gone to even realize I was teasing.
“Give me a boy,” she responded without hesitation. “Give me a baby boy. A little son, with your cock and your cum. Knock me up and fill me with your baby. Give me a child. Give me a son. Give me a son.”
“You’ll love it?”
“Oh, god, yes,” Beth cried. “Fuck me and make me pregnant. I’ll love every baby you give me. I just...I just want to be pregnant. I’m so fertile, please, please unload into my wet, fertile cunt...”
With that, I did, and I heard Beth groan in pleasure. I felt my seed leave my body and fill her up, pumping inside her over and over again.
“I can feel you,” she moaned. “I can feel you coming inside of me. It’s so gross. It’s so...”
She trailed off as she came again, her pussy clenching around my cock, milking as much of my seed into her womb as she could.
“You’re so beautiful,” I told her, looking down into her eyes. They were dark and lustful, and she smiled a little.
“You’re not my type,” she replied, and we both laughed.
“We’re coming out!” I called back, my heart racing. And not just from what I’d been doing with my sister.
There were a few ways this could go. The worst, of course, was that we got arrested. Arrested for public indecency, it came out that Emily was my sister—and she was pregnant—and someone worked out exactly what had happened, discovered the app, deprogrammed everyone and I spent the rest of my life in a small room being watched.
So yeah, that would be pretty bad.
But there were also a lot of ways we could get away with this. He probably wouldn’t realize we were brother and sister—I mean, who would immediately assume that? So maybe he’d just decide let us off with a warning.
...or if he didn’t, maybe the prospect of having a busty, pregnant teenager suck him off would be enough to convince him that was the best option. I didn’t like the idea of my sister being with anyone but me. Even just head...what can I say? I am a jealous god. But compared to the worst-case scenario, I’d suck it up.
As would Emily. Literally.
And then, of course, there was the best-case scenario.
“Fuck me,” the security guard’s wife urged. “Please. Please, put a baby in me. I want to carry your baby, please. Please, it’s what I was made for. It’s all I’m good for. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”
I’m going to be honest; she wasn’t really my type. She was around Mom’s age, but Mom had taken better care of herself over the decades. The security guard’s wife—I never actually caught her name…or his—had clearly gone to some effort once she knew I was coming over. She had makeup on, and she was wearing a miniskirt that actually kind of suited her. It showed off her legs, probably her best feature.
I dunno, maybe I’ve just been spoiled. My sister’s friends are all beautiful, busty teenagers. Add to the fact that they’re all carrying my child, and doting on me twenty-four seven...yeah, it’s hard to beat that. Sorry, security guard’s wife. You never really stood a chance.
But the situation was still kind of hot. Aside from my own father, I hadn’t actually cuckolded anyone yet—Ruth had been dating someone when we first started hooking up, but I’d made her break up with him.
The security guard and his wife were going to be together for a long time. Raising my child.
I think that was the hottest part. And she knew it, of course. I’d made sure of it.
“My husband’s going to raise your baby,” she moaned. “You’re going to knock me up, and he’s—oh!! He’s going to raise it for you...”
“Everyone will think it’s his,” I grunted, and she surprised me with a shake of the head.
“N-no,” she gasped. “I’ll make it clear that it’s not his. I’ll tell everyone...another man knocked me up. A real stud put a baby in me, and my husband is the one raising it.”
I let out an involuntary groan at the thought, discovering a fetish I didn’t even know I had.
“He’s so turned on by it. By the thought of me getting fucked and impregnated by another man. He gets so horny, knowing that you’re doing this. Please. Please, Toby, I need to be filled with your seed. My husband will love it so much.”
I wasn’t really into the woman, and I could have lived without knowing how much her husband was getting off on what we were doing...but I like I said, the situation was so hot, so novel, I couldn’t help myself, and with a loud moan, I shot my load inside her.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” the woman chanted, and I realized she was climaxing at the same time. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen someone cum from being impregnated, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last.
It wouldn’t even be the last that day.
Sitting beside the bed, watching us in awe, was the security guard’s daughter. Again, I have no idea what her name was—let’s call her Hilda. She looked like a Hilda.
She was around Emily’s age, although again, Emily was a thousand times hotter. Even before I gave her an obsession with my cock and knocked her up.
“You next,” I smiled, and Hilda removed her hand from between her legs and moved into the same position her mother had been in just a few moments earlier.
Yeah, turns out the security guard had both a wife and a daughter that I could impregnate. I’d had him install my app on their phones, with extremely specific instructions, and just over a month—long enough for them to get off birth control—after he’d caught me and Emily in the public restrooms, I was at his house, doing what I do best.
I didn’t want to come back (I’m a busy man) so I’d also had him slip both of them a dose of my mother’s fertility drugs. If they hadn’t been fertile before, they were now.
“P-please,” Hilda moaned, as I ran my hands across her ass. “I want a baby. I want to have your baby, sir. Please. It’s what I’m good for.”
She wasn’t very pretty, but her eagerness was a turn-on. That and the fact that today she was meeting me for the first—and probably last—time.
Oh, and she was a virgin. That’s what her father had claimed, and sure enough, she’d confirmed. Never gone past first base.
Her first time was going to be a stranger putting a baby in her, then fucking off out of her life forever.
So yeah, I was okay with the fact that she wasn’t exactly my type. The situation was enough for me.
“Do you like what you see?” Hilda asked, wriggling her butt, and I grinned.
“I do,” I lied. Look, I may have mind-controlled a bunch of women to let me knock them up, but I wasn’t cruel. Truth be told, Hilda—and her mother—were too skinny for me. I like curves on a woman. Call me old-fashioned, but you can’t beat a huge pair of tits, an ass you grab onto...and, of course, hips that are just screaming to hold a baby.
The idea of skinny Hilda bulging with my baby held a lot of appeal, I had to it. I mean, beyond just “any pregnant woman is hot”—she was so thin, the child would distort her figure so much.
Yeah. Turns out I don’t think there’s any body-type that I wouldn’t like to see stretched out in pregnancy..
“Then take my virginity, sir,” she urged.
“Please,” her mother moaned, laying beside her, lifting her hips in an attempt to prevent my cum from dripping out. I wasn’t sure if she was correcting her daughter’s phrasing or ing in, but either way, it turned me on.
“Fuck me, sir. Please, please fuck me. Fuck me, and make me a mother.”
“Make me a grandmother,” her mother echoed, and I grabbed Hilda by the hair.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I said in a low, dangerous whisper. “I’m going to take your virginity. I’m going to put a baby in you. And then you’re never going to see me again.”
Both women shuddered in pleasure, and I lined my cock up with Hilda’s hole.
“Please, yes,” Hilda said. “I want it. I want you. I want your cum, sir. Fill me up with your cum. Please.”
And so, I did.
“Put a baby in me,” Emily groaned, and I smiled at the look of need on her face. We’d had sex three times, but this was the first time she’d let her new fetish slip.
After my first time with Tammy, I’d come up with the next step to take with my sister. She was still wearing nothing but a bra and panties around me—like, why would I stop that?
I could have made her strip naked, but honestly I think I would’ve found that more frustrating than satisfying. And I was still working out how fast and how hard I could push the subliminal messages; if getting naked made Emily suspicious, she might question why she’d done it, connect it to the phone, connect it to what I’d done with Tammy’s phone...
And so, I’d approached things from a different angle.
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