This all started a few months ago, while in the library on campus. You had been there since four, studying for a biology test, and were starting to lose focus from boredom. As you moved to pack up your things and head home, another student approached you. “Uh, hey, I’m Zeke. Um, were you studying for Professor Hodges’ biology class?” he asked. Zeke towered over you in your chair, easily six feet tall at least. He wore a pair of black sweatpants and a tight, red t-shirt that showed off his muscled chest. Atop his head, he wore a baseball cap with your school’s logo on it and his brown eyes stared sweetly at you.
You replied with an affirmative.
“Oh, thank god!” exclaimed Zeke, as he took his hat off, giving you a glimpse of a short afro with a fade on the sides and back. “I’ve been here for, like, thirty minutes and my tutor is a no-show. I can tell you’re about to leave, but, do you mind helping me out?”
You nodded your head and smiled. “Of course,” you said, as you settled back into your seat. Zeke took a seat next to you and began to take out his materials.
“Thanks for doing this. I’m really struggling with this class and if I don’t pass these next few tests, my grades will drop so low that not even passing the midterm will help and if I don’t keep my grades up, then I can’t play baseball and I’m here on a scholarship-,” he nervously said in a rapid fire fashion. You thought it was adorable.
You chuckled and told him to relax, introducing yourself. And with that you got to work. After a rigorous study session, you and Zeke exchanged numbers. You wound up staying in the library for an extra two hours, but you did not mind. The next day, you returned to the library – half-hoping to run into your new friend – but after an hour of studying all by your lonesome, you gave up and texted him. He replied that his tutor was able to see him that day, but that he’d keep in touch just in case.
The next time you ran into Zeke was at the gym.
“Need a spotter?” asked Zeke with a small chuckle from behind you. Your spine went straight as he startled you, which only caused Zeke to laugh louder.
After calming down, you turned around and replied, “Sure, I’d love some help,” with a smile. For the next hour, the two of you spotted each other, chatting about the baseball team and his position on it. You learned that he played shortstop and that he was top of his class in high school. And every once in a while, you would catch him looking at you out of the corner of your eye. You knew what he was doing and you did not mind one bit. You were even doing it, as well.
Eventually, during a lull in the workout, you asked if the study session helped.
“Oh, yeah. It really did, thanks,” replied Zeke. “It’s just biology I have trouble with, I think it’s because I’m kinda squeamish.” You giggled at that.
“Threw my tutor for a loop, too. So that was fun,” he continued. The two of you laughed. “My tutor is a good friend, but her and her girlfriend have been going through some shit recently so she had to bail on me.”
You nodded in understanding.
“They were able to work it out, but, that means she can’t tutor me as much. Would you mind… I’d hate to impose,” he said, putting his hands together in a begging motion.
You waved a hand in front of you and scoffed. You would be happy to help out, you replied.
And that was how things went for the next few months.
Zeke would text you that his tutor would not be able to help him and you would meet him at the library to help him study. Thanks to your help (and his tutor’s, but this isn’t about her) he was able to pass not only that biology test, but also the midterm *and* the final. Meanwhile, you continued to run into each other at the gym, helping each other out when you did.
Over the course of those months, you and Zeke became fast friends. Sure, the two of you would slyly check each other out during workouts, but, that was to be expected with two reasonably attractive people. You also talked about movies, music, your favorite Game of Thrones theories, like whether or not Bran was the Night King, the works. You even came up with a secret handshake.
You learned more about Zeke, as well. You found out that a family in a small town adopted him and his younger sister after she was born. They were able to give them a better life than his birth parents would, but if it were not for baseball, he would have been stuck in that same small town.
On the last day of the semester, you had met up with Zeke at the gym once more. He was wearing a black tank top and a pair of loose, blue basketball shorts, a glimmer of sweat glistening on his dark skin.
You were doing leg presses, legs spread apart evenly, thrusting them up and down when you noticed Zeke staring at your bare, pale legs. As you moved your legs up again, his eyes went up as well. And as you moved them down, they followed, eventually landing on your crotch before he looked away, not noticing that you noticed him. You gulped before deciding that if he got to look at yours you got to look at his. It was only fair.
You looked at his shorts and noticed a bulge peeking out. You could not tell, but it looked to be about six or seven inches long. You smirked to yourself.
After the two of ended your workout, you both went to the locker rooms, showered, and got changed before meeting up outside in the gym’s parking lot. “Say, are you going to Kevin MacCauley’s house party on Friday?” asked Zeke.
You lifted your eyebrow and asked who that was.
“Oh, Kevin’s on the hockey team. He’s in my econ class.”
“Ah.”
“He’s a local and his parents are rich as fuck and out of town, so he wants to throw a party where everyone ‘dresses to the nines and gets wasted,’” replied Zeke.
You tilted your head and asked, “What, like a formal?”
Zeke laughed. “Yeah, like a formal, but with no frat or sorority rules. Anyways, you wanna go together, buddy?”
You were planning on using the weekend to de-stress and relax after finals with a marathon of The Office, but a party sounded strangely appealing. You had been so focused on your studies that you had inadvertently put yourself in a bit of a dry spell and it was about time you got some dick.
So, you agreed to go to the party.
“Awesome, I’ll text you my address. Meet me there and we’ll go together,” said Zeke with a smile before walking away to his car.
The night of the party, you wore a tight, little black dress, heels, and a black thong with matching garter belt and stockings, along with a little handbag. You had worked hard all semester, you looked good, and you were getting fucked tonight. You stood outside the door to Zeke’s apartment and knocked. You heard some fumbling and yells of ‘sorry’ from the other side of the door.
The door opened to reveal Zeke standing there with a towel wrapped around his waist, skin still glistening from the shower. He ushered you into his apartment and said, “I’m so sorry. My homie from back home called to talk about his baby mama and I got distracted and I only just got out the shower.” He led you into the living room and motioned you towards the couch, but you did not take a seat.
“I’ll be just a moment, make yourself comfortable!” he shouted as he hurried down the hallway to his room.
You were curious, so you decided to explore his apartment. Approaching a wall adorned with photos, you came across a few pictures of him and his family. You smiled at them before noticing a light in your periphery. You took off your heels and inched your way down the hall towards the light.
The light was coming from Zeke’s room and his door was cracked open. Looking inside, you saw Zeke standing in front of his closet, the towel discarded and completely naked. Your eyes glided down his body before getting a sight of his erect cock. When you peeked at his bulge earlier in the week, you had thought he was a hard six or seven inches, but it turns out you were mistaken.
Zeke’s penis was a foot long and you soaked your thong at the sight of it.
You gasped and moved away from the door, your mind racing. After a moment of thought, you also come to the realization that Zeke was that hard because of you.
You soak your thong again, ruining it.
You bite your lip and try to give yourself some resolve. You peek inside once more, he’s still naked. If the dress weren’t so tight, you would have your fingers in your pussy, trying to relieve the tension mounting within you. You manage to reach your fingers down there and feel how wet you are. The thong is definitely ruined.
‘He did say to make myself comfy,’ you think to yourself as you slide your ruined thong off your legs and put them in your handbag. You then stand in front of the door again, take a deep breath, and enter the room, dropping the bag at the entrance.
Zeke is trying to figure out what shirt to wear to the party, but all you can see is his engorged member. You gingerly shashay over to him, he has not noticed you yet. Once you reach him, you put one hand around his cock and turn him to face you.
“Wha-,” he says, before you stretch yourself upwards to kiss him. You snake your tongue into his mouth and once he realizes what’s going on, he does the same. In no time, you are down on your knees, both hands on his cock. They can barely fit around it, but you try anyway.
The next step is sucking it. No way is that entire thing going to fit inside your mouth, but you try anyway. You place your lips around the tip and begin to suck as much as you can into your mouth, slobbering as much as you can and pumping your hands around the places your mouth cant reach.
After a few minutes of this, Zeke lifts you from where you are kneeling, bunches your dress around your waist, and then flips you upside down so that your clit is even with his face and his cock is pointing up at you. He does not need to say anything; you know what is about to happen.
His mouth goes to work on you while you resume sucking his cock. You are able to get a little more down your throat from this position, but it’s still not a lot. Meanwhile, your already wet snatch is only getting wetter. Zeke is an expert at this; his tongue glides around your labia, before focusing in on your clitoris. His technique makes you cum, causing you moan around his cock.
Zeke places you down on the ground and goes to his nightstand to grab a bottle of oil. He then sits down on the edge of his bed and pours some on his cock, you struggle to stand but you manage. He pulls you over and rubs some on your vagina. “Con- con-,” you struggle to get out, as he lines you up with him. You are not on birth control, and while breeding is a fetish of yours, this is not a safe week for you.
“I don’t use ‘em,” says Zeke in a tone you’ve never heard before. It’s almost mean, and you are not sure what has come over him, but you think you like it. “Never been a fan.”
“Me too,” you say as you slam yourself down on top of him. You lose yourself for a moment, so he begins to pump in and out of you, more of him going in with each thrust. Your eyes roll back with each one, your vagina stretching beyond what you thought it could handle. You scream as he makes you cum. You are not sure exactly how many inches you have taken so far, but you feel this strange sense of pride in having taken what you have. Before long, you decide to take the lead. Lifting your ass up and slamming it down on top of him, you ride him like you’ve never ridden anyone ever before, your ass jiggling.
You then begin to feel constricted around your chest, so you pull your tits out and Zeke immediately attacks them with his mouth. You cum around his cock with a scream and Zeke empties two loads out into your unprotected womb with a moan.
You’re off of him quickly, spunk dripping out of you and onto the floor and you begin to suck him off once more. He hasn’t gone down. “What were you doing hiding those titties from me, girl?” asks Zeke. You hum happily as you clean him off, unable to say anything. He reaches over to grab the bottle of oil and says, “I wanna feel them wrapped around my big black cock.”
You shimmy the dress down your legs until you are only wearing the garter belt and stockings before assuming the position in front of him. Upon seeing this, Zeke says, “damn, someone was hoping to get fucked tonight. Bet you didn’t think it would be with me, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” you say as he rubs the oil on your chest. You then squeeze your tits around his thick member and move them up and down. Zeke leans back and you decide to take his tip into your mouth. He moans. Eventually, you can feel his cock start to twitch and you shove as much down your throat as you can. When Zeke cums with a yell, you swallow. But despite the delicious taste, you cannot help but feel like it was wasteful.
As Zeke gets up, you tell him that you’ve never been with anyone that has lasted as long as he has as you clamber onto the bed and bend over in front of him, showing him everything. He says nothing as you shake your ass to entice him into fucking you again and he lines himself up with you. He slowly enters you from behind and begins to fuck you, going harder each time.
The sound of his thighs pounding against your ass cheeks reminds you of applause and you wonder if the sound of clapping will be ruined for you forever. As he fucks you from behind, he spanks your left asscheek. You feel like you deserve it. Then, the right. Then both, before tightly gripping your hips forcing you face first into the bed. You bite down on the sheets and scream as you orgasm once more. As a reward, Zeke deposits three loads into your womb.
You don’t feel full yet.
Zeke then flips you onto your back and begins to kiss you sweetly. You reach down and guide him inside you, this time getting to see what he does to you. His larger than average cock stretches your wet hole and from this position you can take him all the way to the hilt, the tip kissing your cervix. The sight and feel of it is so beautiful, it makes you want to cry and scream.
You wrap your legs around him to keep him there as he pumps in and out of you before he suddenly stops, about six inches left inside.
You ask what’s wrong.
Five inches.
“What do you want, girl?” asks Zeke.
“Huh? I don’t understand, I want you to fuck me,” you reply.
Four inches.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“I- I want- I *need* your cum.”
Three inches.
“Please! Don’t take it from me, I need your cock!” you scream as you wrap your legs tighter around Zeke. It doesn’t work, he’s too strong.
Two inches.
“What. Do. You. Want?”
“Oh, god!”
One inch left.
“SAY IT!”
“I want you to fucking *breed me*! Please give me a *baby*!”
And just like that every inch of Zeke’s big black cock surges back into you, fucking you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before. You cum until you can no longer think, only coming back once he’s completely inside you, his tip touching your cervix once again. You can feel his balls twitch against your asshole and you know what’s going to happen. You count all six loads he drops into you and you know you’ve been impregnated.
You look Zeke in the face, staring at him right in his beautiful, brown eyes before kissing him deeply. You won’t get the morning after pill because you’ll be too busy with him tomorrow. Just in case he didn’t get you pregnant this time.
You spend that night at Zeke’s. He’s long fallen asleep after cleaning up the mess the two of you made, but he lies next to you, only wearing a pair of boxer shorts while you wear a grey sweatshirt of his that’s much too big for you. You pull up an app that tracks your menstrual cycle to double check and you were right about it not being a safe week. You really don’t care. If anything, you’re happy.
He rolls over and begins to spoon you. You place his hand over your womb and smile as you drift off to sleep.
You spend more and more nights at Zeke’s. When you tell him you’re pregnant he’s ecstatic and then you’re spending every night at Zeke’s. A year and a half later, Zeke is putting your daughter to bed. She looks more like her father than she does you, but that doesn’t matter, she’s your daughter and you love her. As you watch from the doorway as Zeke rocks her to bed, you bite your lip and close your eyes tightly while rubbing your legs together.
You rush to your bedroom and open the closet, pulling out a black nightie and thong that you haven’t worn since before you met Zeke. You hurriedly shed your clothes and put it on, forgoing the thong. Thankfully, it still fits. You climb into bed and await Zeke.
When he enters, you tell him you want another child.
It’s even better this time.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/bl2gkk/a_college_breeding_str8_mf_preg_interracial