You go to bed.

You decide that tonight was done. You take both Ellie and Wanda into bed. The remote is on the nightstand, and your hands are on their asses. You haven't slept this well ever, having two gorgeous bimbos nuzzling into you. You dream of boobs bouncing over you.

You wake up, hours later, the sun high in the sky, and see Wanda and Ellen both standing up, naked at the night stand. They're whispering to each other and looking at the remote quizzically. "Whoa, darling, wait a sec." Wanda picks up the remote, and points it at you, "Don't press anything. You don't want to mess with that, it could really really --"

Your world stops. You don't panic, you don't fear, or feel angry, you just stop. You come to, you have no idea how long you're out. Your cock is painfully hard. You're being led around out of the bedroom. All three of you are naked. Wanda and Ellen are saying something, but you don't care what they are saying. YOU ARE HORNY. So fucking horny. Wanda's ass looks so good. Ellen points at your forehead again.

You grab Wanda by the waist, and your dick slides into her from behind. You enter a haze.

_Pump pump, hot wet, pleasure, wet, fuck, sweet. _Your eyes are no longer tracking the world, its just white light or shadow. At some point, the air become cooler around, and you are being led around with something tugging on your dick. Its still hard. You cum once. The air goes back to what it was before. You cum again. pump pump pump

_fuck fuck. You cum again and again. There's only your cock, only the hole in front of you. Keep fucking and keep pumping. _There are voices; you don't care. All you can do is fuck. Your dick is molten iron, and there are willing holes to take it.

At some point, your senses come back. You're still the Greek god of fucking. There's someone above you, bouncing happily. There had to be someone fucking you for the past however long you were in the haze, but this wasn't Wanda. This wasn't Ellen. You have just barely enough conscious thought, and realize that its Molly. The 19 year old from next door.

"Yes, yes, oh fuck," she gasps, as she grinds her crotch against yours, "Ohmigod, oh fuck, oh god. Don't stop, don't stop." You're close to cumming yet again. You realize that Wanda is making out with Molly's mom, Teresa. Teresa looks much younger, much less stressed, and has bigger boobs. Ellen is watching you and Molly with a predatory grin on her face. You're laying down on a bed. Its not your bed. Its not your house.

You try to lift Molly off your lap. You're close to cumming. "I'm gonna-" you strain to say.

"Ooh, that's cool. I told you to be a mindless fuck machine for two hours, and that's what you did," Ellen coos.

"What did you do to me?" You have hard time getting Molly off your dick.

"Oh, just decided to win an old argument," Ellen says. You have a hard time thinking what she means. Partly because you have a 19 year old swimmer with short blonde hair riding you for her life. Then you realize. Ellen, Wanda, Teresa. You've fucked all of them in your haze. Came in all of them.

That was the most bitter fight you and Ellen had ever had. She changed her mind in her early thirties and said she wanted to have kids. It never was the right time. You never had the money, you didn't have the time. Your job was demanding. The fight was a cold war simmering for years, but you two nearly divorced over it when it turned hot, around 15 years ago, when you were both closer to 40 than 30.

"You must have screwed something up when you turned mom into Wanda, 'cuz she had her fertility down to zero. Don't worry, I fixed it. I turned all of our fertility all the way up," Ellen smiled.

"I'm gonna cum, get off," you whisper to Molly. She slams herself down and wraps herself around you. And you realize... you want to cum in her. You want to get her pregnant. Why hadn't you fucked a dozen babies into your wife? You roar and moan, and cum deep into Molly's snatch. She whimpers and smiles and moans happily.

"Its so fucking hot, seeing you fuck another woman, baby," Ellen says, "I swear, its the hottest thing I've ever seen, my man breeding. I want you to give our baby a classroom full of half-siblings. Every woman on the block. The neighborhood, the city, I don't care."

You imagine yourself surrounded by dozens, maybe more, naked women, in various stages of pregnancy. Did your wife have some sort of breeding fetish she implanted in you? Logically, it made sense, but on a deeper primal level, this is what you were made for. Fucking women and getting them pregnant.

You push Molly off you onto the bed.

"Give me the remote," you say as you try to find your thoughts.