Betty let out a sharp cry, her hands flying to his hair.
"God...! What... what are you doing?"
He didn't respond with words. He just continued. He licked again, sucking the clit gently, exploring every fold with his tongue. Betty was soaked, her wetness covering his chin. He inserted a finger slowly, feeling her inner walls contract around him.
She was tight, virgin, but her pussy responded by gripping his finger eagerly. He added a second finger, curling them upward, searching for that sensitive spot inside her.
"Ahhh!~♥️"
Betty gasped, her hips moving on their own against his mouth. "Malachai... please... now... I can't take it..."
Her moans grew louder, more desperate. Malachai sped up, sucking harder while his fingers pumped in and out. Betty felt a pressure building in her belly, something intense and unknown. She screamed when the orgasm hit her for the first time, a squirt of clear liquid shooting out and wetting Malachai's mouth and the sheets below. It was squirting, though she didn't know it; she only felt waves of pleasure crashing over her.
Malachai lifted his head, licking his lips. "That was just the beginning."
He stood up. He took off his boxers. His erection sprang free: thick, veiny, at least 25 cm, the tip red and glistening with pre-cum. Betty looked at it with a mix of fear and fascination, her little pussy still throbbing from the orgasm.
"I'll go slow." He promised.
He laid her on the bed, climbing over her. He supported his weight on his forearms so as not to crush her. He kissed her while aligning the head against her wet entrance. He pushed just a little. The tip entered. Betty tensed, a moan of pain escaping her lips mixed with pleasure.
"Breathe." He whispered against her mouth.
She nodded. Malachai pushed a little more. He felt the resistance of the hymen, that thin but real barrier. He stopped, giving her time.
"Look at me." He ordered softly.
Betty opened her eyes. Tears on her lashes from the anticipation.
"I love you." He said.
And he thrust all at once, hard but controlled.
The hymen tore with a sharp pain. Betty let out a scream, her nails digging into Malachai's back, leaving red marks. He stayed still, fully inside, feeling her interior grip him like a hot, wet vise. Warm blood slid between them, staining the white sheets, but not much. The pain was intense for Betty, like a burning fire, but beneath it pulsed the pleasure from the previous friction.
"It's over." Malachai murmured, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her tears. "It's over, beautiful. Are you okay?"
Betty breathed heavily, nodding. "Continue... slowly."
He began to move. First slow, pulling out almost all the way and entering again carefully, only inserting 15 cm, letting her get used to the size. Each thrust made Betty gasp louder. Soon the pain dissolved into pure pleasure. Her hips began to move on their own, finding the rhythm.
Malachai grunted. He began to speed up. The bed creaked under them. Betty's moans grew louder, more desperate.
"Ahhhh!~♥️" "Aaaah!~♥️" "Aaah!~♥️" "Aaaah!~♥️"
"Malachai... Malachai... more... harder... harder...♥️"
He obeyed the command. He changed the angle, hitting that spot inside her over and over, and kissing her cervix with his glans. Betty screamed his name when another orgasm hit her. This time she squirted hard, wetting the sheets below them, a hot stream that splashed his abdomen. Her interior contracted around him, milking him forcefully.
Malachai didn't stop. He kept thrusting, prolonging her pleasure until she trembled beneath him. Only then did he allow himself to come.
He sank to the hilt and spilled inside her with a deep grunt, hot jets of semen filling her completely, her uterus trembling with pleasure at feeling the hot liquid filling her.
Betty felt the heat spreading in her belly and hugged him tightly.
They stayed like that for several minutes. With ragged breathing. Malachai pulled out slowly, carefully. A thread of semen and blood slid from her, staining the already soaked sheets from Betty's squirting.
"Are you okay?" He asked again, kissing her nose.
"Better than okay," she whispered. "I want... more."
Malachai smiled, surprised but pleased. "Turn over. Let's try something new."
He helped her get on her side, him behind her in spoon position. He lifted one of her legs and entered again, slowly. This position was deeper; Betty felt him fill her from a new angle, brushing inner walls he hadn't touched before and hitting her uterus. She moaned loudly when he began to move; she could feel Malachai's semen all over her pussy tunnel, lubricating it completely and making obscene sounds.
Malachai's hand went to one of her breasts, pinching the nipple; the other went down to her clit to rub it in circles.
"Ohhhhh~!♥️ God... Yeeeees~!♥️" Betty arched against him, her moans turning into screams. Another orgasm hit her quickly, squirting again, wetting the sheets and her own thigh.
Malachai sped up, thrusting harder. He came again inside her, filling her more, the semen overflowing and falling onto the sheets.
They didn't stop. Malachai put her on top of him, her riding. Betty hesitated, but he guided her, lowering her onto his erection. She began to move clumsily at first, but soon found the rhythm, bouncing up and down. Her small breasts bounced, and Malachai grabbed them, pinching.
Betty squirted twice in this position, soaking his abdomen and the sheets until they looked like a lake. Malachai came deep, filling her until it dripped.
Then he put her on all fours, him behind. He entered hard, holding her by the hips. Betty screamed with pleasure, pushing back. Another squirting and more semen inside.
They tried missionary again, with her legs over his shoulders for maximum depth, at Betty's request.
In the end, this was Betty's favorite position, because she could feel Malachai's entire muscular body crushing her and could feel the huge glans entering her uterus and hitting the bottom, causing her a sickening pleasure.
Betty reached her limit, squirting so much that the sheets were soaked, smelling of sex and fluids.
Malachai came one last time, filling her completely; Betty's uterus was full of thick, fertile sperm, it was unknown if she had gotten pregnant or not.
The sheets were a mess: wet, stained with blood, semen, and her fluids.
Betty was exhausted, and although Malachai was covered in sweat, he could go on for hours thanks to his incredible physique, but obviously he wasn't going to continue because Betty couldn't take anymore.
...
Malachai's room was on the second floor, completely soundproofed from the rest of the house. The thick walls, solid door, and location away from the living room and ground floor meant no sound traveled down. Judy, sleeping deeply in the guest room, heard absolutely nothing of the totally rough and uninhibited sex.
But... Cory did.
She arrived home fifteen minutes after Malachai and Betty had started. She entered quietly, left the keys on the entry table. She was going to go straight up to her room when she heard the first distant moans from upstairs. She stopped dead.
She climbed one step. Then another. The sounds became clearer: gasps, high-pitched female moans, Betty... the rhythmic thump of the bed against the wall, Malachai's deep voice grunting her name.
Cory froze halfway up the stairs. Her hand gripped the railing. She felt a treacherous heat rising up her neck and between her legs. She closed her eyes for a second, she didn't know how to feel at that moment, bitter... sad or... aroused hearing Malachai with another girl.
She decided to go up and enter her room, closing the door carefully. She leaned against it and breathed heavily.
The sounds continued. Not loud, but constant. Cory bit her lip. She slid to the bed, sitting on the edge. One hand instinctively went to her crotch, over her skirt. She pressed it, feeling the heat. She slid her hand underneath, touching her pussy over her panties. She was wet. She began to rub in slow circles, listening to Betty's moans, imagining it was her... but also how her son was enjoying another woman.
She didn't do anything else. She just listened and touched herself until silence came.
She didn't sleep much that night.