*whimper*
I was used to this. Her nerve endings had just been stretched and pressured, and she was feeling empty. I grabbed her and held her in place as I slowly let my engorged head slide across her vagina till it finally squeezed out. A moment later my thick white seed started to leak out too, coating her clit and heading down her thighs. I continued to hold her in place, knowing she was still getting sensations from all of this.
After a few minutes I let her go. She stood up and leaned against the wall, her hand absentmindedly rubbing her pussy lips.
“That was amazing. I’m sorry if it seemed like I was using you as a dildo, but it’s been a while since I was fucked completely by somebody who knew what they were doing.” She apologized.
“Oh no, I was going to apologize too. Your pussy felt so good that I just had to use it. I couldn’t really stop myself.”
“I would have killed you if you stopped. Can I clean up a bit?” She brought the hand that had been rubbing her pussy, slick with a combo of our juices, up to her mouth and licked a drip.
“Umm…sure.”
Chapter 2: Maria’s story
She came out of the bathroom, naked except for the heels. She straddled me at the edge of the bed, her pussy pushing against my softening cock.
“I want to tell you something, and I hope it doesn’t scare you. Don’t…don’t stop me please. I like you and I think you should know.”
She sat there confident in her body, not shy that we were so close we were touching. It was something new to me. Even with the lights on she made no effort to hide herself.
“I went through a bad patch in my life. I had my oldest, Lindsey, when I was 19. My boyfriend had been serious about us until there was another mouth to feed, then he bounced. I found a good paying job but I couldn’t get past the betrayal. So I changed…I started punishing guys. And I was punishing myself. I started having rough sex…very rough. My nose was broken by a guy after I punched him in the middle of an orgasm. I started inviting guys to come over, only to invite another who would come in while we were fucking. They might fight each other, they might fight me, they might both leave. I didn’t care…I just wanted to cause pain. I fucked a lot, any guy I could get. Married guys, sleazy guys, a guy on the street that looked at me. I couldn’t tell you who the dads are for my other 3 girls, although I can guess the redhead. I’m pretty sure I fucked three guys the night I got pregnant with Amanda, and don’t think I saw any of them again. And I started pushing myself to do things, even if they hurt. I’d let guys fuck my ass without lube, until I could barely walk. I’d deepthroat the biggest black cocks I could find, till I could barely talk. It got really bad.”
She stopped, looking me in the eyes. I could tell she was on the verge of tears.
“I’ve done the type of porn you can’t find on normal sites. Things so large they shouldn’t even fit. Girls treating me like their slave. But it didn’t matter. No matter how much I punished myself, I would come home to see my smiling girls, and the world was okay. And honestly, I liked it. I’d have a cock up my ass and another down my throat so far I couldn’t breathe, and I’d be squirting so much they’d need to bring extra towels. I once came just from nipple clamps.”
By this point I was hard again. Maria lifted herself up and slid back on me, sighing contentedly. She continued as she ground against my pelvis.
“I’m telling you this because I like you. And your cock. And I don’t want you to find out any other way. I want you to know that I found God and have tried to change. We moved here to change, so I could make a good life for me and the girls. And I’d like to find someone to be a part of it, who also likes sex, and wants to grow with me. Think you can do that?”
With that she pushed me back on the bed and started bouncing, impaling herself deep, my balls slapping against her ass. A stream of cum started squishing out, spraying my belly and her ass. She cried out and dropped down hard, rocking slowly as her orgasm crested. I let her peak subside and sat up.
“Maria, thank you for letting me know. And I will do my best not to judge your past, only our present. I am a very horny man, and as long as you’ll let me I’ll do what I can to keep us happy.”
I grabbed her ass, my index finger slipping over her puckered hole. I rocked her back and forth, grinding my cock deep in her, her clit rubbing my bone. I wanted to cum one more time, so that she knew I wasn’t scared about this relationship. At the tingling sensation in my balls, I stood up and pressed her against the wall, forcing myself deeper till I shot what was left of my seed. She had a last small orgasm, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Shall I take you home now?”
Chapter 3: The girls
Friday night I got a text from her that the girls were asleep and asking me to come over. I got there and she silently invited me inside, then led me to her bedroom. We were both having trouble keeping our hands off each other, and made out once we got to her bed. We were trying to be quiet, hoping the girls wouldn’t wake up. So sex was quiet and reserved compared to the night at my place, but a satisfying orgasm later we both passed out.
I woke up to an empty bed. Maria was gone, and I wasn’t sure whether to try to sneak out or not. I made myself presentable and started heading down the hallway. Unfortunately I didn’t know the layout of the house, and turned into a kitchen with three girls sitting at a high counter all looking at me and grinning.
“Say good morning to Mr. Hill girls”
“Good morning Mr. Hill, how was your night?”. Some giggling followed.
Maria was in the kitchen making some eggs and toast with sausage on the side for the girls. I offered to help. This seemed to shock her and the girls.
“Sure, can you get some OJ for all of us?”
I searched the cabinets and found an assortment of cups and glasses for the girls.
“Introduce yourselves” Maria was obviously trying to make sure this didn’t get too awkward.
“My name’s Amanda” said the older one first. She was still not wearing a bra, in a see thru white tank top and short jean shorts. Her nipples drove perfect little domes in the fabric.
“Where do you go to school Amanda?”
“Fremont High. I’m a senior this year”
“And where are you going next year?”
“Oh, college isn’t really my thing. I’m looking for something a little more fun, now that I’m legal.”
I tried to pretend I didn’t notice the hint. “You might be surprised Amanda. I’ll tell you some of my crazy college stories sometime. And who are you?” I looked at the blonde athlete. Her hair was in a ponytail with a headband, a full soccer outfit already for her day’s game.
“I’m Kelsie. I’m a sophomore at Fremont.”
“Oh nice, did you make the soccer team?”
“Yeah, I’m on the varsity team and play travel ball too. And I’m trying out for softball soon.”
“Nice, and you are?” The redhead was obviously the shyest, but also the most giggly. She tucked her head down, her cheeks turning red to match her hair but with a twinkle in her eyes.
“I’m Stacey, and I’m just a freshman.”
“What do you like to do Stacey?”
She looked down at her food, playing with it a little.
“Not a lot.” She mumbled mostly to herself.
“I’m sure you have some things you’re interested in, you can tell me later when you think of them.”
The girls were a little quiet, so I went back to Maria and helped her finish, we sat at the table to the side, eating in a somewhat awkward silence.
“How long are you going to stay around Mr. Hill?” Amanda asked.
“Well…I’m not sure.”
Her face started to drop. I wasn’t sure what was going on exactly.
“That’s really up to your mom. But she’s a great lady and I’d like to see her again.”
I noticed Stacey elbow her sister with a little smile on her face.
I helped Maria out a little around the house throughout the day. Kelsie headed out to her game, but the other girls mostly sat inside playing on their phones. I finally said something to her about how much of the burden she took on while we were taking care of the weeds outside.
“Well, they’re all I have left Darren. And I don’t want to risk upsetting them. Their older sister Lindsey doesn’t hang out here much, mostly because we don’t always see eye to eye.”
“Well they also should know that they have responsibilities to you, not just you taking care of them.”
“At this point it isn’t a big deal. I get what I can done.”
After a while I headed inside to use the bathroom. When I came out I went to the fridge to get something to drink. A hand rubbed my back while I was looking into the fridge.
“Need anything Mr. Hill?”
A little taken aback, I stepped to the side.
“Oh, just looking for something to drink Amanda. You know your mom and I are working hard outside, we could use your help.”
She slid her hand around my waist and traced my abs before grabbing lemonade out of the fridge.
“Sure Mr. Hill. Should I bring some lemonade out to you and help?”
“Umm…sure. I’ll see you out there.”
A few minutes later Amanda came out with the lemonades…and much less of her clothing. She had on a tiny triangle bikini top that showed off boobs that matched her mom’s but without the sag of child-rearing. And her small jean shorts, the type where the pockets hang lower than the material, were unbuttoned on the top showing a peak at a matching bikini bottom. She caught my hesitation and staring and smirked.
Maria seemed to not notice, or maybe didn’t care, and took the lemonade from her. As I reached for mine Amanda brought the glass into her cleavage, requiring me to brush her skin to grab the glass. The cold glass made a quick impression, leaving some goosebumps and a noticeable tenting of the thin bikini material as her nipples extended. She was doing her best to make things…hard…for me. I took a quick swig and turned back to the work at hand.
Her shadow let me know she was just inches from my shoulder. I turned to look up to find her crotch shading my face from the sun. She bent down towards me, her boobs overflowing from the bikini top.
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