The desire to procreate is too strong! [FM] xpost from r/knockedup

I just woke up after about three-hours of sleep, and my body is still tingling from what I am about to share with you right now.

My crazy night really began when I woke up nearly twenty-four hours ago. I noticed when I opened my eyes in the morning, that my upper thighs were sticky, like someone had lathered my soft skin with honey, and my panties were damp to the point where I thought I’d pissed them in the night.

As my groggy mind began to flicker on for the day, that’s when I realized how turned on I was, and I instinctively slid a hand down beneath the silky fabric until the heat from my insatiable body warmed my chilled fingers like vents on a dashboard in the cold of winter.

I’d never experienced this magnitude of wetness. As I gently spread my outer lips, I could feel the frustration dribbling out of me like a leaky faucet, viscously running down my asshole before being soaked up by my underwear.

Usually if I wake up horny, and it doesn’t happen often, I’ll simply rub out a clitoral orgasm, and move on with my day.

But it wasn’t just my body that was turned on. My mind had entered the fray, and it began flashing devious scenes in my head, one after another, like some sort of erotic horror playing at the dollar-show in the seedy part of town.

I imagined the usual, exes, guys I wanted, celebs. But soon this wasn’t enough, and the real reason for waking up in this state began to present itself slowly for first time.

Images of multiple men using me began playing slowly in my mind. Strangers taking turns, pounding my pussy and face into submission.

I imagined myself in a dark alley, having my clothes torn from my body, as some greasy animal pillaged my pussy for all its worth full treasure.

All of these scenarios ended the same way; with these random strangers pumping my fertile body full of their rotten seed, leaving me breathless, and possibly bred for the first time in my life. My weary brain exploded at the thought. Just thinking some random guy pumping a baby inside of me, and leaving me to deal with the consequences like some filthy lowlife, had my body quivering as I gently caressed my swollen clit in the safety of my bed.

I’d never experienced thoughts this overwhelming. I’m not even sure I can call them thoughts; they are more like demands being made, a million years of evolution choosing you to further the species. My number had been pulled, and it was my turn.

I quickly jumped out of bed before I creamed all over my hand, as I became frightened by this metaphysical pull to become another statistic.

As I lay here now, I realize that was probably a mistake. If I would have allowed myself to cum, then maybe my mind wouldn’t be racing like it is now.

I went on with my day the best I could, though the constant slickness between legs threatened to reissue those images which scared me enough to make me run from bed like a child experiencing their first nightmare.

I went and ate, ran some errands, and ended up at the mall just as the early winter darkness began casting it’s chilly pall across the land.

This is when I knew not letting myself cum that morning was a huge mistake.

Every halfway-decent looking guy I passed beneath the brightly lit corridors suddenly became a perfect match. I quickly deduced their worthiness, and the level of risk they’d take to have me…and if they’d be willing to cross a forbidden line, and step into the unknown with me.

I knew I was in trouble when I saw this short, balding, sack of overweight guy sitting in one of the recliners in the common area of the mall. I debated going over to sit on his lap, and beg him to fuck me right there in front of everyone.

I needed to get the fuck out of the mall.

That decision was probably a mistake, because once I was safely back to my apartment, alone and away from distractions, my mind could focus on these fantasies which made the entirety of my body tingle with an electric buzz.

I should have just given in, and fucked myself with four fingers until these desires to breed subsided. But, I did not. I enjoyed how my body felt. The guys at the mall were all looking my way. It was as if they could sense I was in heat, and they were drawn to my hidden scent like lambs to the slaughter.

So I denied myself, and let the fantasies build until I decided to dip my toes in the forbidden water.

I downloaded Tinder, which of you know me, I’m so against. But I did it, and I began to browse until I came across this older man who drew me in with his dark eyes. It was like he could see into my soul through the picture, and he understood what I needed. I should probably explain here how I fetishize older men, but don’t want to make this story into a novel, so let’s just say this wasn’t my first pursuit of someone who could technically be my father. Anyway, I’m twenty-six, and the man I messaged on Tinder was forty-four.

We chatted for nearly two-hours; talking about everything from television to politics. There was no sex talk, and I got the funny feeling he was stalling until later in the evening, when his availability would suddenly become free.

As the night began to drag, and the messages came with more minutes passed between them, this unscratchable itch rose up again between my legs.

It was all encompassing. It took over every thought, and it forced me to ask this random guy, someone I’d never met, over to my apartment.

There was no hesitation on his part. I gave him the address, and he told me to give him and hour.

This was just enough time to make myself look like the slut I felt like, but not enough time to back out.

I rummaged through my closet and drawers, finding a little black dress is worn last Halloween, and a pair of thigh high stockings which barely exposed the skin of my upper thigh.

Just as I finished freshening up, I heard a thunderous knock echo down the short hall by the front door. I had no plan. I was just winging it, still unsure of if I had the resolve to do what nature demanded. This was crazy, but what began as just dipping my toe into the water, began turning into diving in headfirst…and I was on the diving board.

I was pleasantly surprised when I opened the door. Danny was nice looking, just as his pictures showed. Around 6 ft, muscular, but soft around the edges, with wavy auburn hair, and those dark eyes which locked onto like guided missiles.

I was smitten.

I ushered Danny into the living room, where I offered to pour him a drink from my sad collection of alcohol. But, Danny had other plans.

“I’m not really a drinker,” he said.

“I have some weed,” I replied, if you’d rather have that.

Danny shifted on the couch, and reached into the front pocket of his jeans. “I was thinking, wondering, if you wanted to do something a little heavier.

I was confused at first until I saw the little brown vial between Danny’s thumb and forefinger.

I’d never seen cocaine, let alone tried it, and I think Danny sensed my unease.

“We don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable,” Danny said. “I just thought I’d offer, in case you needed to relax. I know I’m nervous. I’ve never done the whole Tinder thing before.”

Fuck it, I thought. I’d come this far.

Danny spread two neat little lines parallel to one another on the glass coffee table in front of the couch, and pulled two miniature straws out from his pocket.

I was nervous, but I walked over slow, and took one from his hand before dropping to my knees in front of him, facing the lurid powder.

The burn of my nostrils surprised me as I snorted the entire line with one sniff. It tingled and made my eyes water like jumping into a swimming pool and accidentally inhaling through your nose.

I sat up on the couch as Danny knelt down to do his line, and my mind already began to enter a state of euphoric nirvana.

My body felt light and at ease, and I swear I could feel every nerve ending pulsing with every breath. This overwhelming desire to be touched fluttered in my mind. I ran my hand up Danny’s muscular leg, clawing at him like a lioness toying with her prey.

It was on from there.

Danny slid his meaty hand beneath my dress as I sank my back into the back of the couch. He wasn’t gentle or kind, and I didn’t want him to be. He peeled my sopping pink panties to the side, and slid the tip of his finger through my milky wetness, spreading it around until my bareness lay open and ready for anything to invade it.

Everything happened in slow motion, but at lightning speed. Danny dropped to his knees in front of me, and buried his scruffy face between my legs, tonguing my insatiable slit through the thin fabric of my panties.

I wanted to scream out in frustration, but my breath hung in my chest. Sweat beaded up on my forehead as he taunted me with that talented tongue, driving me into a state of frenzy which seemed to have no end.

“Take them off,” I begged, finally able to form words that might make sense. But Danny just looked at me and smiled, his lips red and chapped from engulfing my scent through the clingy fabric of my underwear.

He then stood in front of me, tall and demanding, expecting me to be a good little girl and release his own frustration from it’s confines.

I did as was expected, gripping the button on his jeans and pulling him free, unleashing his well-manicured monster; my eyes wide as I watched it grow until it curved a little upward like a ripened banana.

I needed no more instruction. I enveloped his cock into my mouth, relishing in his musky scent, intoxicated by the salty sweetness of the pre-cum oozing from the tip.

I worked Danny furiously as the drugs turned me into an obsessive whore. I took all I could, only pulling back when he entered my throat, gagging me until I feared puking all over his glistening shaft.

Danny pulled me to my feet after a few minutes, his breath shortening as my relentless assault pushed him to the point of breaking.

He ripped my dress up and over my head, exposing my youthful body as my D-cup breasts fell into his ravenous hands.

There was no turning back now. Danny kisses my neck before clamping his lips around my jagged nipples, sending those needed lightning bolts firing down to my swollen clit.

“Let’s go to you bedroom,” Danny said, grabbing my hand so I could lead him down past the kitchen, and into my fertile lair of devious intent.

Once inside, Danny pushed me on the bed, and removed his clothes as the soft mattress formed around my helpless body. Danny was the sexiest man alive at that moment. His broad chest and thick arms swelled like an orchestra dancing its way to the crescendo.

And that cock! Thick and long, the head a fiery mix of purple and red. It looked angry as it bounced with each pulse of his heart, and the world shrank around it until everything in my periphery became a blurry haze of shapes and colors.

My mind was snapped back to reality as Danny reached into his jeans pocket, and unfurled a condom over his thick cock, falling down it’s violence, and my excitement.

I debated telling him what I wanted, hoping my sultry body, combined with the altering drug, would break away any sense still left in Danny’s brain.

I couldn’t believe my bad luck. Of all the guys I could have had come over and fuck the lights out of me, I chose the one who had a sense of responsibility.

I didn’t want responsible. I needed reckless. My fertile body demanded this sacrifice, and if I didn’t get it, it would be hard to what lengths I would push myself to make this fantasy a reality. Danny started out slow, easing his exuberance cock inside my little pussy, spreading the walls with his swollen head, until our bodies touched as I engulfed all of him.

I was so fucking wet. It was like a great flood between my legs, oozing around his swollen shaft until it dropped down between my ass just as it had done in the morning.

The sensation was incredible. Each mighty thrust pulled more of the sweetness from my irritated hole, until Danny fell into my with almost no resistance whatsoever from my usual tightness.

Danny lifted himself up to his knees between my legs, and pulled me closer as he pile drives my little pussy. My legs were like cooked spaghetti, held in the air by the ankles, spreading and tightening my pussy as he saw fit.

I couldn’t take anymore. Every ounce of my being yearned to be bred.

“Come inside me,” I whimpered as Danny drove hard and deep into my quivering quim.

Danny shook his head, resisting the siren’s song of my words, but his bated breath told me otherwise.

He wanted to do it, but just like men in my past, they resist the danger, fearing the well-laid trap I’ve sprung on them.

“Please, baby,” I moaned from his assault. “Give me your cum. It’s fine…I promise.”

Fuck no it wasn’t fine. Birth control fucks up my brain, so I stopped taking that poison years ago. But all Danny had was my word, and I could see he didn’t trust it.

“I’m married and have five kids,” Danny muttered, slowing his pace enough to let me know my pleas were working.

It was a fine time to tell me about his nice little family. Nothing like hearing about it while he is balls deep inside of you.

I didn’t really give a fuck at that moment. This yearning to be implanted was all consuming. I imagined that brave little swimmer bursting past my body’s defenses, struggling it’s way until it buried it’s microscopic head into the heart of my egg.

I pulled away from Danny, leaving his dick to dangle in the cold of the room, desperate to get back inside my warmth. I had him lay down on my bed, and I gently began stroking his hooded cock, gently rolling the condom up with each stroke.

I’d used this technique in the past, and have yet to find a man able to resist the temptation.

“Listen,” I said, voice low and demanding. “I don’t know you. Don’t even know your last name. You’ll never see me again, Danny…if that’s even your real name. If something happens, it is all on me. You have nothing to fear.”

I could see the debate raging in his head like two warring factions squared off across the field.

“You’re fucking crazy,” he said, giving a little laugh of disbelief. “Maybe. Or maybe I just want to feel your steaming load pumping into my body. Either way, I promise, there is nothing to worry about.”

The condom hung at the tip of his head like a man hanging from the edge of a cliff, holding on with all it’s might.

But my night was stronger, and the slippery latex broke free with a snap, and suddenly I was one step closer to having what I desired. I climbed atop Danny, lifting my one leg so he could see his unprotected cock slip easily into my drenched hole. My body took him with ease, pulling him inside my warm glove until his heavy balls made contact with my ass.

My body began to move, my head swimming with horniness, and the cocaine still flooding my veins.

Danny’s cock was so warm, the ridges of his thick veins scrapping my velvety walls.

The war raged on in Danny’s mind as I rode him slow, and steady.

“I want to feel your cum,” I stuttered, my voice dropping back into that little girl voice which makes a man desperate to dominate. It took seconds for the war to end. Danny’s breath stammered, his thick nails cutting into the flesh of my sides.

“Please, baby. Fill me with your seed. Don’t stop. Please. Fuck me. Make me your little whore.”

Danny’s entire body tensed. “No,” he cried. No, no, no!”

But it was too late. I gripped the muscles of my cunt around his cock like a vice, squeezing hard until the first rush of gooey liquid splashed inside of me like a jet from a fire hose.

My legs went numb, my own orgasm triggered by his fertile seed, and a quake of pressure pressed out through my pussy like a golf-ball being forced through a thin tube.

Another wave of fiery heat brought me back as Danny’s fiery cock unleashed his cum into me, costing my walls with it’s sticky menace.

I collapsed down on top of Danny as my own orgasm took over every piece of me, turning my muscles into mush as my sweet pussy milked every last droplet of his baby-bearing gift from his cock.

I didn’t even hear Danny get up from the bed and leave. I woke up a couple hours later, and put on my underwear, wanting to hold his scent inside of me throughout the night.

By the time I opened my eyes in the morning, Danny was a distant memory, leaving only this sticky feeling, and the smell of stale semen inside my panties.

As I lay here I wonder about the life taking hold inside my body, hoping one of his swimmers makes the impossible journey, and turns my body from this state of perfection, into a healing mass of baby-carrying disaster.

I guess time will tell. I’ll keep you guys posted. ​

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a267mq/the_desire_to_procreate_is_too_strong_fm_xpost