Spend some time with Samantha

A short time later you stand lounging against a kitchen counter, watching Samantha clean up your plates from lunch with a casual smile on your face. To think, You had already thought yourself lucky to have found such a reasonably priced home, if only you knew then the absolute paradise you were walking into.

As she works Samantha slowly begins speaking to you, “I’m sorry about Mary by the way” the girl in question had long since slipped away from the room “she’s been this shy all her life. She even had to be homeschooled as a child because of it”

Huh. You’re struck with a pang of sadness as you consider the everyday implications of actually living like that.

“I only met her in secondary school, there she could be surrounded by members of our church, so it was a bit easier for her”

That’s... an odd way way of putting it. “Did you girls have a bible club or something?”

Samantha laughs, “oh no, nothing like that, we went to a private school our church actually owns! St. Agnes & Martha Academy, have you heard of it?”

“I... uh, can’t say i have”

Samantha looks at you with sadness, pity in her eyes. “Oh Arthur that’s too bad. My dad says other schools teach all sorts of bad ideas, like evolution and Feminism, and that they even let boys and girls mingle with each other unsupervised! It must be awful.”

What?

“Wait... Samantha, what actual denomination are you and Mary? At first I thought you girls were just Catholic or something, but clearly...”

Samantha turns to face you, eyes wide and quickly speaks “No no no, we’re part of a much smaller, FAR more devout type of christianity.”

This was starting to feel a bit too culty to you. “Ah, i see. I didn’t mean any offence”

She shakes her head “oh no, don’t worry, none taken Arthur, i just really hope you do decide to join us sometime”

She resumes cleaning in silence and you in turn resume to what is quickly becoming a favourite hobby of yours, admiring Samantha gigantic backside.

Her ass delightfully sways and wobbles back and forth with her movements, unable to jiggle as much as you’d like being still tightly trapped in her minuscule shorts.

You stealthily take a fork and slide it off the counter, bringing it clattering down.

“Whoops, sorry about that Samantha”

She turns and sees the fork now on the ground, smiling brightly. “Oh, no worries!” She bends over right in front of you to pick it up as her oversized bottom strains against her already stretched shorts, you can hear the thin material creak and groan under the pressure. Pulled tighter than ever, her panties underneath become visible through the now slightly translucent material and you can see they have a dark polkadot pattern against a white background.

She stands back up, shorts still holding strong. Fuck, You didn’t think polyester was so durable, Those things are magic.

Sweat is starting to pour down your face from extended arousal. you’ve been rock hard for over an hour at this point, constantly being accidentally teased by these naive, innocent teens you now live with. Your hips are burning with the desire to thrust into that huge barely covered christian ass, to rip down those stupid shorts and **** yourself deep into the first hole you find. To pin her against the wall and muffle her screams and crying as you pound her into damnation.

Fuck, this was getting out of hand. you need release, and quickly.

Samantha seems to have finished cleaning up and putting away dishes when she says “I’m just gonna use the bathroom, then we can head upstairs and I’ll show you the bedrooms!” You watch her make each agonizingly slow step to the washroom just outside the kitchen and under the stairs. Your blood is pumping hard and you can’t think straight anymore as you see her finally close the door behind her.

Finally, alone. This was your chance.

As fast as you can, right in the middle of the kitchen you tear down your jeans and underwear in a swift motion, and your painfully hard cock springs out, slapping your stomach. you can see your usually already huge balls have swollen to the size of a fist each, twitching and overloaded with cum, and before you can even touch yourself a thick string of sticky precum drools out, creating a puddle on the floor. You can’t help the moan that escapes your lips as you wrap your hand around your thick frustrated rod and begin furiously pumping up and down, **** for relief, Worries that your usually impressive stamina would shoot you in the foot disappear as you already shudder with pleasure from a few strokes of your hand.

Only then does a problem occur to you. This was gonna be messy.