Helping a Virgin

John sat in his cramped living room, the glow of his phone screen lighting up his round, sweaty face. At thirty-nine, he had never touched a woman. His belly hung over his belt, his hair was thinning, and his short legs barely reached the floor when he sat on the couch. He stared at the blinking cursor for a long time before he finally typed the same message to every number he had collected from neighborhood group chats and flyers.

"Hi, this is John from down the street. I'm still a virgin. I've never been with a woman. I just wanted someone to know."

He hit send before he could delete it.

Within minutes the replies started coming in, but not from the husbands. The wives were the ones reading first.

In the house across the street, Melissa, a tall blonde with heavy breasts and wide hips, showed the text to her friend Tanya while their kids played in the backyard. Tanya, a curvy brunette with thick thighs and a round ass, read it twice.

"Poor guy," Melissa whispered. "Thirty-nine and never fucked."

Tanya bit her lip. "We could fix that."

By that evening the news had traveled to every kitchen, every group text, every backyard fence. The mothers gathered in small clusters, voices low and excited.

"He's never even seen a pussy," one said.

"We could let him breed us," another answered. "Before he turns forty."

None of them called it cheating. They called it charity. They called it a project. They called it the neighborly thing to do.

On Monday morning the first knock came at John's door. It was Melissa, wearing a tight tank top that barely contained her tits and yoga pants that rode up between her cheeks. She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation.

"Lock the door," she said.

John fumbled with the deadbolt. When he turned around Melissa was already pulling her top off. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and pale with wide pink nipples. She grabbed his hand and pressed it to one soft mound.

"You've never touched these before, have you?"

John shook his head, breathing hard.

Melissa guided his fingers to her nipple and squeezed. "Suck it."

He leaned in, mouth clumsy, and latched onto her. She moaned softly, pushing more of her breast into his face while her other hand worked open his pants. His cock sprang out, short and thick, already leaking. Melissa wrapped her fingers around it and stroked once, twice.

"You're going to put this inside me," she whispered. "And you're going to cum deep so it takes."

She shoved her yoga pants down. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips already glistening. She bent over the arm of his couch, ass up, and reached back to spread herself.

"Fuck me, John. Breed me."

John stepped forward, hands shaking, and pushed the head of his cock against her wet slit. He slid in with one clumsy thrust. Melissa gasped, pushing back until his balls slapped her clit.

"That's it. All the way in."

He started thrusting, belly slapping against her ass with every stroke. Melissa reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while he pounded her. Her pussy clenched around him, wet sounds filling the room.

"Cum inside me," she ordered. "Fill me up."

John groaned and buried himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed, pumping thick ropes of cum straight into her womb. Melissa stayed perfectly still, making sure every drop stayed inside.

When he finally pulled out, a white trickle ran down her thigh. She scooped it up with two fingers and pushed it back in.

"Good boy," she said, pulling her pants up over the mess. "Tell the others I'm first."

By Tuesday the line had already formed.

Tanya arrived at noon. She was wearing a sundress with nothing underneath. The moment the door closed she dropped to her knees and took John's cock into her mouth without a word. Her tongue swirled around the head while she looked up at him with big brown eyes.

"I heard you came inside Melissa," she said between licks. "I want the same."

She stood, turned around, and bent over the kitchen table. John lifted her dress. Her ass was round and firm, cheeks spread to show a glistening pussy already dripping. He lined up and pushed in. Tanya moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

"Harder," she begged. "Make it stick."

John gripped her hips and slammed into her, the table scraping across the floor with every thrust. Tanya reached back and spread her cheeks wider, giving him deeper access. When he came she pushed back hard, grinding her ass against him so his cum would shoot straight into her cervix.

"Don't pull out yet," she panted. "Let it soak."

Wednesday brought three women at once.

Rachel, a redhead with freckled tits and a tight athletic body, showed up with her best friends Lisa and Carmen. Lisa was petite with perky B-cups and a bubble butt. Carmen was thick everywhere, massive ass and heavy breasts that swayed when she walked.

They didn't even make it past the living room.

Rachel stripped first, lying back on the carpet and spreading her legs. "Me first," she said. "I want to feel it pump."

John climbed between her thighs and sank into her wet heat. Rachel wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him deeper. While he fucked her, Lisa and Carmen stripped and started touching each other, fingers sliding between wet folds as they watched.

When John came inside Rachel, Lisa immediately took his place. She straddled him on the floor, guiding his still-hard cock into her tight pussy. She rode him fast, tits bouncing, until he filled her too. Carmen went last, on all fours, ass high, demanding he breed her from behind. John gripped her wide hips and pounded until his third load of the afternoon flooded her womb.

By Thursday the entire neighborhood knew the schedule.

Every morning a different mother arrived with coffee and an empty womb. They took turns riding him on the couch, bent over the kitchen counter, or on their backs with legs spread wide. John stopped counting after the tenth creampie. The women kept track for him.

"That's twelve," one whispered as she pulled her panties up over a dripping pussy. "Only six more houses left."

Friday morning brought the youngest of the group, twenty-eight-year-old Sophia with long black hair and olive skin. She arrived in workout clothes still damp with sweat. She peeled them off in the hallway and dropped to her knees.

"I want to taste you first," she said, sucking his cock straight from the last woman's creampie. When he was rock hard she climbed into his lap on the recliner and sank down. Her pussy was tight and hot. She rode him slow, grinding her clit against his pubic bone until she came, then milked him with rhythmic squeezes until he pumped another load deep inside her.

"Proud to carry your baby," she whispered against his ear before she left.

Saturday was a marathon.

Seven women showed up in rotation from noon until midnight. They brought snacks, lube, and towels. One by one they took their turn, some wanting it gentle, others demanding he wreck their holes. John came so many times his balls ached, but every woman left with a full, satisfied smile and a sticky mess between her legs.

Sunday morning the final mother arrived.

Her name was Elena, a busty Latina with a fat ass and thick thighs. She walked in wearing nothing but a silk robe that fell open the moment the door closed. Her nipples were already hard.

"Last one," she said. "Make it count."

She pushed John onto his back on the living room floor and straddled him. Her heavy tits hung over his face as she reached down and guided his cock into her soaked pussy. She rode him hard, ass slapping against his thighs, until the room smelled like sex and sweat.

When John came she stayed seated, rolling her hips to work every drop deeper. "That's it," she moaned. "Breed me. Make me leak you for days."

She finally climbed off, cum pouring out of her in thick white strands. She scooped some onto her fingers and licked them clean.

"Every single one of us is carrying you now," she said. "We're proud of it."

By the end of the week John's phone was full of messages.

Photos of used pussies, some still gaping, some with fresh creampies slowly dripping out. Texts that read "Thank you for breeding me" and "Can't wait to show you the test in a few weeks."

The neighborhood mothers had kept their word. Not a single sexy mom had been left out. Every one of them walked around with John's cum deep inside, proud to have helped the virgin next door become a father before he turned forty.

And John, the ugly, fat, short man who had never been touched, now had an entire street of women carrying his children, each one grateful for the load he had given them.