Small Town Seven (Haremworld)

“You better finish soon. She’s not going to be able to keep sucking when I make her cum.” I let out a slight chuckle as I hammered her pussy again.

Samantha was definitely starting to get close. I could feel her body shifting and moving with the motion of a woman on the edge of an orgasm. Her pussy got even tighter as she shook with pleasure. I released the grip on my tongue and squeezed her hips. I fucked her as hard as I could, keeping my cock buried inside of her while my most powerful thrusts slammed into her. Steve’s head rolled back and with a loud grunt he started to unload. I could hear Samantha’s throat getting coated with his cum as she struggled to swallow it. Her moans got even louder and I felt the first spasms of her desire erupting. I kept the pace I had going and then her body quivered. Steve finished unloading and pulled his cock out of her mouth which caused her to start screaming with pleasure. I felt the surge of pleasure in my balls and then my cum rushed up the shaft before exploding inside of her. The combination sent her over the edge and her body shook as she felt the pleasure she craved. I kept hammering her spasming pussy until I had emptied my load and then slowly started to pull my dick out of her.

“That was really good…” She put her hands on the bed to support her weight for a moment and then fell onto her back.

“That was only the beginning.” I rubbed her leg. “I’m a horny bastard, so you can expect that every day.”

“I’ll be ready.” She smiled. “Especially if you make me cum like that every time you visit.”

“Oh, I will.” I grinned and reached for my boxers.

“I think I need a drink…” She started to lean up.

“I’ll get it for you.” Steve put his hand on her shoulder. “You stay here.”

“Thank you.” She smiled.

“Are you done for the night?” I sat down on the edge of the bed while Steve walked towards the door.

“No.” She shook her head. “I don’t know if I can cum again, but I’m definitely not done—maybe just one next time though.”

“Pacing is good.” I chuckled and rubbed her leg until Steve reappeared with her drink.

I couldn’t believe we would have Samantha there with us every day. The house could use some work, but I didn’t have much else to do, so I would work to make it a nice home for all of us. Having a roof over my head that didn’t leak would be a nice change. The shack I bought with some of my spoils was barely standing after having to leave it neglected when I was sent away to prison. I wasn’t sure if everyone would live there full time, but I definitely didn’t intend to spend much time apart from Samantha. The two of us left her on the bed and I felt a bit of separation from her. I had never been the type to cuddle after having sex, but I wanted Samantha in my arms more than anything after being so close to her. That part of the arrangement would be hard, but I was sure we could find a way to make it work. We walked downstairs and I saw the crowd looking on—the remaining three were a bit anxious.

“She only wants one this time.” I walked over and poured a drink.

“I’ll go.” Luther stood up.

“Can’t wait any longer?” I chuckled and took a sip.

“I’d rather have her to myself the first time.” He started towards the stairs.

Chapter Nine

Luther

Sin—it was a complex journey to endure. After losing my wife, I let it consume me. Sins of the flesh, pleasures of the body, and things I should have never even considered. That time away from the church made me realize the world was a lot more complicated than I realized when I was safe inside God’s grace. I couldn’t explain why I felt like what we were doing with Samantha was acceptable. There was something about it that just felt right, even though I knew it went against all of the teachings I preached. I didn’t feel like the devil was tempting me with Samantha, I felt like God was giving me a gift. He understood my needs and also understood why I couldn’t handle a traditional relationship. Granite Falls had been a gift until Samantha walked into my church. After seeing her, I felt things I hadn’t felt since I first turned to the bottle. When the mayor and the sheriff suggested the arrangement, I felt like it was a sign. Sin wasn’t black and white—and depriving myself of Samantha would be even worse than all of my other sins combined.

“Hey…” She smiled when she saw me enter the room. “Are you ready for me?”

“More than you know…” I gasped when I saw the beauty of her naked body. It was absolutely marvelous.

“You’re okay with this arrangement, even with your profession?” She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t want you to regret this—I want our time together to be special.”

“When we are together, it will be. I understand that I will have to share you with others, but I need some time alone with you too.” I walked over and sat down on the bed.

“You’re not going to make me read the Bible when we are alone are you?” She crawled towards me and let her head rest in my lap.

“No, I believe that every man and woman has to find their own peace with God. I preach because it was what I was called to do. Those that need to hear my words come for the message, not the man.” I reached down and stroked her hair.

“So, you won’t punish me for my sins?” She moved further across my lap and positioned herself with her bottom facing upwards.

“Are you wanting me to?” My hand nervously traced her body, moving from her ribs to the curve of her hip.

“It’s kind of a fantasy—being a naughty girl that has to be punished.” She wiggled her bottom at me and looked over her shoulder with a grin. “If it makes you uncomfortable, I can ask one of the others to do it.”

“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable.” I rubbed her bottom carefully and let my hand rest on it. “I thought you were a virgin; how did you end up with this kind of fantasy?”