Her pussy lips looked wet and began to bloom like a flower. She must have been horny as well. I pushed open the door and marched straight up to her an... grabbed her hips. She twisted them and pushed back against my cock. My mind went blank on everything except penetrating her. I grabbed my shaft and touched her lips with it. There was no going back as I thrust it deep into her pussy.“Oh God yes, fuck me daddy!” she called out as I bottomed out in her tiny pussy. My cock felt huge in her youthful. Your hand tousles through my hair in absent minded motions as I lick and suck the skin at your neckline.The sounds you make are like music to my horny soul and with my free arm I caress your stomach and side tenderly, avoiding all your sensitive areas.For a few minutes you keep me there with your hand, the force with which you hold me slowly dwindling until your hand drops back to the bed.In a whisper near your ear I confess my love to you and I can tell by the movement of your jaw that you are. Over further years and frustrations with trying to lure partners, they developed sensory touch, a skill that allowed them to literally take control of a woman at her fertile peak, bending her mind to their will and ensuring her willingness and cooperation in mating. After this their population began to grow, though 75% of their offspring were still female.Slowly, the breeders, as they came to refer to themselves, moved out into the general population, infiltrating the feminist controlled world. I slept naked on the bed, as the night was humid, and in the early hours of the morning, in the darkness of the bedroom I brushed against a mans penis, sticking through a hole in the thin plasterboard at my mattress level.My bum was touching it and I could feel it throb in the darkness, but I lay still as if I was asleep, a mixture of the outrageousness and the desirability of letting this cock into me to do the dirty.I have to be honest as I recall it, I was horny and wanted a fuck, but I was.