My hands slid down from her hips and onto her ass cheeks as I pulled back and sunk into her pussy slowly. She let out a satisfied little moan, apparently no longer in the great rush to be fucked that she had been the last two times.
When I spread her ass cheeks and stuck the tip of my pinky into her asshole, she jumped in surprise.
"What are you doing?" she asked, alarmed.
I couldn't see her face, but I knew she was blushing.
"Exploring," I said with a grin. "Ever have a dick in here, Stace?"
The answer was obvious from the way she reacted to me touching her there.
"No one wants to fuck the girl next door up the ass like a…" she said, trailing off at the end, like she'd said too much.
"Like a whore, Stace?" I asked, removing my pinky from her ass.
A virgin ass. Fucking virgins was never really a great kink for me. They had no idea what the fuck they wanted, which meant in addition to not enjoying myself, I had to worry about her figuring shit out. It meant touching her for longer too, which I hated.
But her? For the first time in my life, taking someone's virginity, even if it was just her ass, turned me on. It wasn't happening tonight though. She was far too tight and in her head about it and giving her a bad sexual experience would devastate me.
"Hasn't anyone ever fucked you like I do, baby? Hasn't anyone ever pounded your pussy until you couldn't walk the next day?" I asked her, as I started thrusting into her pussy.
The tension left her body as my hands roamed back up to her hips and she came to the conclusion that her ass was safe, at least tonight. When she started moaning on my dick, I knew we were back on track, but she wouldn't give me an answer.
I bent over and grabbed her nipples, gently twisting them.
"Answer the fucking question, " I said, playing with fire.
If I was wrong about her only getting freaky with me, this was going to get really awkward very fast.
"You're such an asshole," she said with a whimper, as she started forcing her pussy back on my dick.
I gave her what she wanted, what I realized I needed now that I was thinking of her with other men, thrusting into her deep and fast. Just the way she liked it. Her little pussy could take a pounding like no other. I was now completely in my own head about her being a whore for someone else and it was beginning to show.
"Who else's whore were you, Stace?" my jealous voice asked, twisting her nipples a little harder.
Her exes' names popped into my head. This was dangerous territory, but I was in too deep. I had to know because no one's pussy came even close to feeling as good as hers around my dick.
"No one's, okay?" she seethed. "Just yours. The rest all fucked me like a virgin every fucking time. Like you fuck a wife. I was bored out of my mind. Are you happy?"
I decidedly was not, as she was about to find out. Letting go of her nipples, I grabbed onto her breasts instead, mauling them.
"You haven't learned, have you baby? Do you think anyone can make you a wife but me?" I asked, one of my hands sliding up to her throat and wrapping around it as I pounded into her. "When you're my wife, you'll still take my dick like my little whore," I promised her, hammering away at her pussy as I squeezed her throat, punishing her for making me think of her as someone else's wife.
Then I moved back, slid my hands down her body, grabbed her hips and really went to town on her pussy. Of course my little whore loved it all, taking it like a champ. Crying out until her voice was hoarse and she was delirious with pleasure.
On and on it went. We had already been fucking for hours by this point and we'd be fucking for hours more, every which way she liked it.
When dawn broke, I was on top of her, watching her closely in between tender kisses as I slid in and out of her lovingly. As much as she loved being a whore for me, Stacy tended to get very emotional by the end of a fuck marathon. She wanted to feel loved, so I made it happen.
"We can go again soon," she said, curling up against me after I'd just released into her for what I knew had to be the final time. "Your family probably thinks I'm a whore now. Thanks for that."
"Sorry not sorry. I gave you many outs that you never took," I said with a chuckle as I kissed her forehead.
I slipped out of bed and she was so tired, she didn't even protest. Going down to the kitchen one final time, I refilled the water bottle we had been using to hydrate. Then I went to the bathroom and got her some water and a washcloth to clean her up. She hadn't let me help her at the school, but I wanted her to be comfortable for what little sleep she would get.
"Drink and spread them," I said softly when I got back to her.
"Hey," she said groggily, taking the bottle from me and drinking greedily, before handing it back to me and parting her legs, her eyes still closed. "Ready to go again?"
"I've dumped five loads into you tonight. Implant or not, I might have knocked you up. Let me clean you up so you can sleep baby," I said, gently laying the cool cloth on her pussy.
She flinched at first contact, then relaxed and let me touch her raw pussy.
"Six loads, including prom, but who is counting?" she said, with a cheeky smirk.
"Damn, really? I'm surprised my dick didn't fall off," I said, smirking back at her. "There's still a few hours before graduation. Get some sleep, baby."
"Not sunrise yet. One more round," she insisted and I chuckled.
"You know what we did last night isn't normal, right? A guy's dick isn't meant to come that many times in one night," I said, chastising her.
"Pussies are though. They're meant to come a lot," she said, her eyes falling shut again as I finished wiping her down.
"You've made your point, baby. I'm okay now. I believe you. Go to sleep," I said, cupping her cheek with my hand.
Without further protest, she said, "I love you, Scottie."
Then she turned onto her tummy and was dead to the world within seconds.
As I watched her pass out in my childhood bed, I let what I said to her sink in. I really was okay. I'd finally let someone in completely. Opened up to her. Was vulnerable with her. It felt good. I felt lighter. Bonus points for it happening with her.
"I trust you, Kendrick," I said, rising to get up and take the basin back to the bathroom.
Before I could pick up the basin, she grabbed my hand, evidently not as passed out as I thought she was.
"It's more than I deserve, but I'm grateful," she m
umbled, then dropped my hand, light little snores coming from her shortly thereafter.