Amy sat deep in thought, mulling over how to address both Jill’s attraction to her guy friends and her own need to get filled with cum until she got pregnant. Ultimately, Amy decided that the only way to fix this mess was to make new hypnosis files for them to watch that would change or reverse their prior programming. As she was brainstorming commands for the new videos, she opened the first video again and watched it through, ostensibly for inspiration. She woke up a few minutes later feeling that infuriatingly familiar combination of hot, sexy, and empty. Intellectually, she knew that these feelings weren’t really hers, and that the video was making her feel that way.
“It feels real though,” she whined, frustrated. Unable to concentrate, she decided that she needed to get out of the house for a bit to clear her head, so she got dressed, walked out to her car, and drove off.
After a short drive, she was surprised to find herself pulling up outside her favorite club. Oh, what the hell. I deserve a fun night out after all I’ve been through recently, she thought, getting out of her car and heading inside. Leaning against the bar, she saw the teeming mass of bodies writhing on the dance floor, and felt her own growing desire to join them in their revelry. Instead, she held back, and observed the same ritual unfolding before her eyes over and over across the room, as dozens of pairs of men and women, driven by irresistible instinct, stimulated each other’s bodies into an arousal that would ultimately result in mating.
She was struck by the absurdity of it all, by the lengths they would go to convince themselves that they weren’t just carrying out their bodies’ programming to reproduce, knowing full well the entire time that later that night their hormones would inevitably compel their throbbing cocks to ejaculate into their fertile young pussies again and again. For some of the couples, birth control would fail, and when those flirty pussies successfully teased the cocks into reflexively spurting into them, a torrent of sperm would overwhelm the eggs eagerly awaiting their arrival.
At first, the woman wouldn’t realize that her lover had successfully impregnated her. A period would be missed. More hormones would be released as breasts swelled and bodies filled with life, until they finally gave birth and the cycle repeated itself anew, with more curious cocks assuring themselves that they were sliding into those slick, irresistible pussies just for a moment, before they too were inexorably caressed into blissful, lifegiving release.
Was that all she was? A slave to her instinctual desire to breed? Even with her sudden realization that she had only come here to get fucked, she felt her pussy moisten at the prospect of going out onto the dance floor and convincing one of those throbbing cocks to ejaculate into her own fertile young pussy. Feeling disgusted with herself, she went home, took her laptop to bed with her, and watched the hypnosis video one more time.
A few minutes later, after reassuring herself that she’d never watch it again, she changed the file’s name, put it in a different folder so she wouldn’t be able to find it, and enjoyed feeling hot and sexy as she drifted off to sleep, dreaming of getting knocked up.
Jill called early the next day, her voice bubbling with happiness.
“We were in bed this morning, and I was enjoying the feeling of pressing my tits into his side,” she said, as Amy arched her back a bit, imagining pressing her own tits into a hot guy, flirting and teasing him into arousal. “And I had my leg wrapped around his, and was like, thrusting softly and slowly against his hip, when I noticed his cock waking up. I couldn’t help but trace my fingers across his waist and gently run my fingernail up his shaft. His cock twitched, which I always love feeling, so I wrapped my hand around it and felt him grow larger, thicker, and harder for me.” Larger, thicker, and harder, Amy’s mind echoed. Something about that phrase triggered a desire to have something inside her, and without even noticing what she was doing, she pulled her skirt up, moved her panties aside, and slipped a finger into her wet pussy.
“The bigger it grew in my hand, the hornier I got, imagining all of the jizz it could fill me with. I suddenly remembered that I was probably three or four days from ovulation, and everything else kinda faded away as I realized that I needed to get that hard cock into my soft, sensitive pussy.” Amy stifled a moan as she slipped another finger into her own soft, sensitive pussy. “I began to stroke him, and as soon as he was fully ready to go, I reached across and pulled him over onto me. Feeling how big he was against my abdomen, I began to move his hips up and down, grinding him against me, which just made me hotter and hotter. He slid down to get into position before asking, ‘should I go get something?’”
“'No! God! Just put it in me!’ I yelled, as my body worked itself lower underneath him, trying to make any contact I could with his hard cock. He grinned and began to press himself into me. Amy, my pussy lips loved the sensation of being parted by a nice hard cock, of feeling it slide further and further into me.” I know the feeling, Amy thought, working a third finger into herself and picking up the pace.