The Mist: Chapter 5A

Jennifer moaned and shifted under her covers. She arched her back and gasped, once, twice, and then her whimper filled the room as she arched her back and came. She opened her eyes, still gasping from the intensity of her orgasm.

She remembered the dream…

All of her friends from class were there, hands bound to the rail on the side of the wall, naked their heavy jugs swaying under them, even Serena, who Jenniver remembered as being tiny, not this big-titted, big-assed slut… She was moaning, her animalistic sounds rising up with the others, as Jennifer saw the cum running down her thighs, other spatters marking her ass and body. Someone had fucked her, had marked her like their own slut.

She looked over to the other side of the room. There were older women there, curvier, maybe just a little chubby, but still, good, attractive sluts with their big, heavy tits dangling under them, thick nipples pointing down. There was one of her teachers, gray streaks in her brown hair catching the light as she moaned and wiggled her ass. Jennifer was moaning as well, animalistic grunts and sounds filling the air as men walked in, thick cocks erect.

“Oh, ah… Please…”

It was her old high school teacher. She saw her next to the professor, just as helpless just as eager. The woman who would suspend you for coming in a minute  late, who hated it when people acted like they had a sex drive… Now she was bending over a table, helpless, begging to be fucked—well, she guessed what those moans meant.

And then a man was pushing his cock into her pussy, running his hands over her, cupping and stroking her dugs…

Jennifer moaned, her voice joining with the others. She wasn’t talking, just luxuriating in the pleasure of being fucked. It wasn’t her place to talk, she needed to just recieve her man’s semen.

And not just one. She watched as her former teacher arched her back and squealed as her man gripped her by her hair, pulling her head back, controlling her and making her his.

His slut.

His breeder. 

“She’s old, but she’ll do,” another man said. “Pack her up with enough and you’ll get her knocked up.”

“As if I’m gonna be the only one.” There was laughter.

Then Jennifer felt herself clench as the man fucking her, his big, thick cock spreading her folds. His cock quivered and then was filling her womb with his hot semen. She loved it, wailing, no words coming to her. Everyone else joined her. They were being fucked, they were being bred and it felt like it was the best thing in the world—their destiny, what their soft, curvy bodies had been designed for….

Then he pulled out and Jennifer whined in unhappiness as some of his semen spilled down her thighs. He slapped her on the ass and she gasped, as he walked over to her professor, the woman raising her ass up in desperation, waiting for another man to fuck her.

And another man came to Jennifer, putting both hands on her ass, holding it, as he slammed his own cock into her. She wasn’t the only one, every woman being fucked.

Jennifer pressed herself back, every other thought banished by the need to be filled by every man who fucked her. The professor was making soft lowing noises, even as Jennifer felt herself just dissolve in pleasure.

No need to think.

No need to talk.

Just fuck.

Just breed.

And then the world seemed to dissolve and…

She was back her sheets soaked with all the times she’d cum. But it wasn’t enough. Jennifer rolled off the bed, her big dugs, bigger than she’d ever dreamed, just bobbling, stretching her shirt until she pulled it off, actually ripping the fabric off. Then she was naked, her tits bouncing, nipples erect as the cool air touched her, the glowing mist just filling the entire room. She staggered out, juices dripping from her pussy.

She needed…

She needed to be bred. To be taken, not like a girlfriend, but as his slut, to have him thrust into her fill her, dominate her.

She walked through the mist, alternately teasing and revealing the world around her.

And in the living room, there he was.

Tom. Remains of his clothing lay on the floor, and muscles gleamed. He was bigger, stronger….

And he was jerking off, growling in frustration as his semen spewed from his cock, onto the couch, the floor, the wall, and there were other white puddles filling the air with his musk and he was still hard.

“Tom… Fuck me? Please?”

And then he was walking to her.

It was time for Jennifer to be bred.