Chapter 186: Breaking In

“Molly messaged me to say that when you two were done being all squished together. She wants you to come find her. David, can we get a shower together after we clean up Miss Abrams? We both smell exactly like what we had been doing,” Dolly asked.

I want to see if her tits are larger than the last time that I played with them.

We worked together to use wash cloths and baby wipes to clean up Melody. Once she smelled like she had been cleaned up with baby wipes we rolled her from side to side as we changed her sheets. Dolly took on the chore of getting Melody onto the toilet to pee and helping her wipe before we got her back into bed.

I doubt she is going to remember any of this tomorrow when she wakes up. Did she even notice that I came inside her? Is she going to freak out when she wakes up since she is fertile right now?

In the shower I confirmed that Dolly’s breasts had indeed gotten bigger and firmer. As we washed each other I could feel a lot of tension coming off her.

I probably shouldn’t have fucked Dolly so hard and fast in the shower, at least until whatever was going in her head seems to have resolved itself.

I didn’t pull out, but I slowed down to a very slow, full stroke fucking. It was only a guess that her cock pocket tightly massaging my dick, as she had a nice long cum, meant she had worked through some of the demons in her head. She begged me to keep going until I put a big load up inside her. Not only had she gotten on the pill, she also had an IUD inserted. She liked sex a lot and didn’t want to risk getting pregnant.

“I used to think that you getting struck by lightning was why you had a herd of girls horny for your dick David. Maybe that was what the girls you saved said to convince their parents to let them sleep over to have sex with you. We both already know that the girls told everyone how you cared about hurting them as you made them women before you rocked their worlds. Then we have how you are able to control when you cum, if you even cum at all,” Dolly told me in the shower. “I don’t think your accident had anything to do with it. As far as I can tell, it is all you and always has been. That first time we had sex I was dying to have you inside me. Once we were getting it on, it felt like all the other times I had sex over the years. I don’t know when I noticed it starting to feel good, only that I realized I was having the longest fuck I’ve ever had. You were trying to get me off. After all of what happened with Nelly, because of me, you were still here for my pleasure and mine alone. Talk about a different perspective. Once I realized what was happening, it went from a nice long fuck to unbelievable, mind-blowing sex. From what I’ve been hearing from girls at school, I’m not the only one that has noticed you are a great and considerate lover. I’ve run into girls who told me how they hung out by your pool, your helping them in the pool changing room to get a suit that fits them perfectly, and even some girls who slept over. Unlike in school last year, your discretion seems to be rubbing off. None of the girls would say more than they slept in your bed naked. Even the biggest, snottiest, nosiest bitches at school know that you sleep naked and that a girl sleeping naked in your bed doesn’t even imply they had sex with you.”

The shower didn’t have infinite hot water, like the rest of the house, so the water went from hot to cold unexpectedly, causing Dolly to squeal out in surprise. Melody told her to keep it down. We had dried off when she decided she needed me to hold her as she cried.

Couldn’t you have done this while we were still in the shower?

Dolly got blindsided by the reality bus. I was the only male she had ever screwed that was able to sate her sexual needs. She was going to be relying on her plastic boyfriends until she found a boy with the stamina to wear her out. No more quick-poke cream-pies for her. If she didn’t know the guy was capable of good sex, then she wasn’t even going to bother. Well she might be willing to let a guy have a quick fuck as payment for eating and fingerbanged her until she was satisfied.

I don’t blame her there. What is the point of having to deal with the mess if you aren’t getting something out of it?

I started to dress when Dolly said not to bother. Molly had gone out of her way to have their swimming pool cage built with windows that allowed sunlight in, but no one could see in. They all ended up skinning dipping last night and again this morning. The entire family showered together in the large family shower in the pool house.

“Molly had never been modest or care who sees her naked. Nelly and the younger kids stripped without a thought. Only my brother and parents stayed dressed then, at least until Molly and I ganged up in my older brother to strip him too. He was embarrassed to have a boner for the two seconds it took Molly to push him into the pool. Molly then turned to our parents, stared at them, and patted her foot. They didn’t need her to tell them anything for them to know they were going to join everyone in being naked. It worked out great when we went shopping today. When we couldn’t find one large changing room, we split off into two large ones. None of us got embarrassed, except for when Nelly was in front of a mirror with one foot up on the bench so she could check herself out. Dad patted her on the butt and reminded her that she needed to do that in private. The changing rooms weren’t private,” Dolly explained.

That was a very cool thing for him to do.

When we went through the mud room to the kitchen, I put my clothes and shoes in one of the cubby holes. Her parents were sitting at the table when we walked in. I went right over to Molly’s dad so he could get a good look while we all talked about how excited they were about their new house. Dolly made sure she made us both a big plate from the dinner the cooks had made for the family to have tonight.

It is weird having Molly’s dad sitting there in shorts and a t-shirt while I’m naked. He must know I just fucked Dolly. I’m sure he knows about me fucking Melody too.

“So, David, your car doesn’t look even remotely like a Lotus. In fact, it looks like a car that went through a car crusher before someone decided un-crush it. I won’t even try to debate the fact that Molly is as deeply in love with you at a physiological and emotional level. We all know that she loves everyone in the family, but that is based on her intellectual understanding of love. I know she would buy you much better car to drive around so you don’t have to worry about someone trashing the Lotus,” he told me while I was eating.

“Between us, looks can be deceiving. Paula designed the car to look that way. I don’t know much at all about cars. She said something it being some sort of metal sprayed onto carbon fiber shaped to make the car look all dented up. I don’t know what they did to make it feel like metal or even have real rust spots on it. I do know that the engine was rebuilt to match the exact specifications of the one in the car when it was new, correcting various engineering problems that resulted in Honda changing to a different engine design in later product years. As far as I can tell, the engine generates more than enough power to recharge the batteries to full capacity, as quickly as possible. The drive system is entirely electric. Some joker even added buttons to have it smoke, sound like it is about to throw a rod, and barely limp along. Then there is the fact that not even thieves give it a second look and no one wants to park on either side of it. Even the radio looks like a piece of junk too. 8-track player and all. Inside it has front and side airbags,” I explained between bites. “Even if it was the piece of junk it appears to be, I would never let Molly buy me a car. She worked hard on making her app and selling it. That is her money. If I had to choose, I would ride my bike so that she could ensure you get quality time with all your children before they get too old to want to do anything with dad anymore.”

“Well said David,” he told me before we just shot the shit while I ate.

When I finished eating, they gave me the directions to Molly’s room and workroom. Dolly had planned to show me, but her mom pulled her aside for some girl talk.

I found Molly naked with one hand between her legs idly rubbing her clit. Her other hand was doing some sort of drawing. I waited for her to take a break before trying to get her attention.

Without a word, she got a wider chair, made me sit in it, sucked me hard, turned around, and buried my dick in her soaked pussy before pointing back at the drawing she had been working on when I came in. As she worked her hand slipped back down to play with her clit, as well as the base of my dick and balls. Her mind was doing it subconsciously, but it was clear that she wasn’t actively thinking about sex. She did consciously reach down to pull my hands to her tits before going back to her drawing. A bit later she changed her position to have her legs up so her feet where against my butt so she could ride me.

How is it even possible to reach down to play with my dick and balls, ride me and still be able to draw those very precise, sharp lines, freehand, without a single mistake?

Once our fucking was making sloppy, wet sex sounds, I asked her. She pulled her hand from between her legs to get her tablet.

On the screen it said, “Previously used masturbation to achieve precise muscle control. I mastered that technique. Intercourse is providing a significantly higher level of concentration to control the muscles in my arm and hand to compensate for the jerky, imprecise movements of my body. It is a form of meditative concentration. On some level it is like the concentration you require to make mistakes during your martial arts training classes.”

For something Molly explained about herself, that made a lot of sense. I don’t think I could draw with one hand while jacking off.

She held up a drawing she got from the table. To me it looked perfect.

“Drew too fast. No distractions. Sloppy lines. Uneven lettering. Off by millimeters. Within acceptable variances for top architectural firms. Unacceptable to me. I must concentrate harder,” Molly explained before starting over on a new piece of paper.

We soon worked out a system. When she reached the point where she felt her drawing was becoming too imprecise, she put down her pencil and pushed the chair back for me to fuck her as fast as we could go. When she finally came, she pulled my arms around her so that I was holding her back tightly to my chest. Her hands rubbed over my arms so lovingly that I forgot that it was Molly in my arms. She did that for a long time before slowly riding me. Eventually she pulled my arms apart, put my hand on her breasts, and began riding me slowly again.

“Do you want me to make it feel good, but not so much that you can’t keep drawing without needing to have an orgasm,” I asked.

Molly slid me out of her hot box, turned around, mounted me again, and started French kissing me passionately. She only broke the kiss when she sped up so she could cum and kept going at full speed until I came as well. Before I went completely limp, she pushed me fully inside her, used her vaginal muscles to nearly squeeze my dick off, and pointed to the bathroom.

I’ve never seen a bidet before.

Once the water was warmed up she slipped up off my dick and sat on the bidet to let it send a nice warm water jet spraying right up into her pussy. When she stopped the jet we both looked down to see the gooey, off-white mess running out of her. She had the jet squirt up into her four more times until only clear water came out. My dick got a very quick, though thorough, washing before she led me back out to the chair we had been in earlier.

She was back with her feet against my butt, except I was limp this time. Her hand still idly rubbed her clit and rubbed on my dick, but I didn’t get hard. I can’t even guess how long I had been playing with her nipples when I felt her pussy was hot and wet enough for her get the head of my dick inside her. As I started to get hard, she would squeeze her vaginal muscles to keep me inside her as she started taking longer strokes as my dick got harder. Each time she came she stopped drawing to pull my arms around her so I hugged her to my chest. Her caresses got more affectionate with each climax. Around three in the morning she didn’t pull on my arms for her to go back to drawing as her pussy cooled down. A few minutes later her body went limp.

That is something new for Molly. She has never fallen asleep when she had something locked in her mind to do.

I hated to lift her off my dick, but her bladder was past full and I needed to piss as well. She never quite woke up as she peed. Automatically, it seems, she patted herself dry. Like a zombie she started staggering off toward her bedroom. I got her up onto her new, king-sized bed and under the covers before I went to piss.

Her mom was standing quietly looking down at Molly sleeping like a baby.

“You should have seen the look of pure joy in her face when she had you hugging her tightly to your chest. She has never looked that happy in her whole life. You take her to places in her mind that she has never been able to reach on her own,” Molly’s mom said. “On a different note, my husband sent me here to find out if your longer, erect penis felt better to me than his. I expect it would feel the same as if I had any other male’s penis inside me. Now I do believe sex itself will be drastically different because you know how to give a woman, or girl, the best pleasures her body will allow her to feel. I know I’m just a normal housewife squeezing out babies as often as my husband can impregnate me. I’m not MILF material. I wouldn’t even broach this subject if it wasn’t something my husband requested that I do to strengthen our marriage. He didn’t make it as harsh as a demand I couldn’t refuse, though it was close. If you close your eyes while I use your dick, I can get this over with quickly.”

I replied by rubbing my dick hard and lying on the floor with it aiming up in the air.

For someone who has had as many children as she has, her pussy is really tight.

Neither of us had an orgasm when she eventually pulled off my dick. I didn’t expect the amazing blowjob, but then again she didn’t expect that I would get us in a sixty-nine. She looked at my dick for a while before pulling her robe to hurry from Molly’s room, closing the door behind her.

I went to sleep with my limp dick resting against Molly’s pussy with me spooned up behind her. When I woke up I was buried inside her with her up on one arm caressing the side of my face. I only noticed my goggles were off when I opened my eyes to look up at her. She had a complete look of joy and love on her face as she looked back down at me.

“Hey sleepyhead. You know you fell asleep on top of me in your chair,” I asked.

She gave me a big happy nod before kissing me on the lips passionately. The more she worked us up to a big shared cum the more passionate she became. After she came she relaxed on top of me.

It is nice to have enough dick that even when limp it can stay inside her like a cork to keep the mess from leaking out.

“I love you David. No matter how I try to figure out the source of these feelings, I can’t. When you’re not here I want you here with me. Sometimes it is weeks between me noticing you’re not here, but I do feel it. Last night when you held me to you in the chair, post climax, my mind just stopped thinking about anything except how nice your body felt against mine and the sensation of your erect penis deeply inside me. I’ve never had any real interest in kissing and yet I found myself wanting to kiss you,” Molly said softly as her hand lovingly rubbed my hair. “We are becoming something more than anyone will believe possible from someone like me. I know you love me too. I also comprehend fully that it will may never be where I can request you love no others. Even then it might not be feasible to put such restrictions on you, not with your ability to satisfy women like few men are able. Right now, you are here with me, in my bed, with my mind only focused on how nice it feels for you to hold me in your arms. I like that we are talking like you do with Trudy, or any of your other lovers, who fell asleep in bed with you. Please, keep hugging me. I’m not ready for my mind to revert to how it is normally. I want to feel like a normal girl for a while longer.”

Around noon her mom walked in to tell us that no matter how sweet and content we looked together, we needed to get up, eat breakfast, and then is would be time for me to go home. Molly would have to play with her siblings or swim off her loneliness.

Molly kicked me out of the shower so that she could play with all of the combinations of the options she had built into the shower.

In her room I found her mom waiting for me, again.

“It broke my heart to take that look of happiness off Molly’s face, but your mom called. Trudy was in a bad car accident this morning on her way home from her breakfast with some friends. The paramedics have no idea how badly because they were afraid to sedate her before they medevacked her to a private hospital. There were three other girls in the car with her. They are still waiting on heavy equipment to extract the girl in the rear passenger seat. According to what your mom could get out of the police, they don’t expect the driver and driver-side passenger to live,” Molly’s mom told me has she held my hand while getting her composure. “They don’t know who was driving, only that they rear-ended a vanload of kids to push them out of the way. If she hadn’t, everyone in the van would have died instantly from the impact. If not for the heavily reinforced car doors and frame, none of the girls would have survived.”