This story is purely fictional and contains themes of extra and premarital sex and cheating. If readers do not want to read a story containing those themes, please perhaps think about reading another story. All characters are above the legal age of consent. If you're a new reader I'd also highly recommend you read the earlier chapters, they will explain who's who!
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Squeak...squeak...squeak...went the little round table in the pool cabana building on the roof of the apartment complex Steve was landlord of.
"Huff...huff...uff..." gasped the young lady who was face down on top of it. 20-year old Veronica DeAlonso was bent over at the hips, her upper body resting on the table. Her pert breasts, encased in a tight t-shirt, were flattened out on the hard surface, her arms spread, clutching opposite ends of the table, and her right cheek was pressed to the cool marble.
"Huh...huh...huh..." Steve panted, driving himself deeply into her from behind. He clutched the woman's long pigtails, one in each hand, and gave them gentle tugs, like he was handling reins on a sleigh. The young lady's hips were spaced a little away from the edge of the table, to give her growing baby-bump room to hang down as her landlord took her.
"Oh, gawd honey..." Steve huffed, "spread your legs a bit more? Huff...huff..."
The lithe beauty complied, inching her feet apart and taking even more of the man's rigid member deep inside her. The rhythmic pumping brought out a sheen of sweat on the pair, as the summer's sun warmed the sex-heavy air in the cabana.
For Veronica's part, she thirsted for the electric sensation of being filled over and over, moving higher and higher on a scale of fulfillment towards a peak she had come to desire.
"Ayyy, like that, Papi..." she murmured, "...keep going, just like that..." She turned her head to rest her hot forehead on the cool marble surface, which made Steve's thrusts roll her head on her neck, lifting her shoulders with each firm push.
Over and over he sank himself into the pretty woman, feeling her wetness soak his groin. As he panted away, tightening the pull on his dark reigns, he could feel himself building to the point of adding to the soaking wetness that connected the two.
"Here...huff...huff...huff..." Steve moaned, "here it goes...huff..."
Veronica clutched the table's edges even harder as she felt the solid bar of Steve's shaft push deeper into her in a massive thrust. Steve gently yanked back on Veronica's pigtails so that her upper body was arched off of the table. With an urgent shove, he prodded as deep as he could go into the woman and let himself go...
"Hhhhhrrrrrnnnnn!!" he came hard, pulsing a heavy gush of his seed deeply into the young woman's growing belly. Steve's firmness, aimed at the right spot inside the youth, and the sudden warmth that filled her sent her over her own peak.
"Hhhhaaaaaaaaaayyyyyiiii!" she tried to bite off her scream, in case there were tenants outside using the pool. Her body clamped down on Steve's shaft as a hot warmth surged inside her, and began to run down her left leg. The spent young woman lowered herself to the cool table and rested there a minute, her right cheek again nuzzled onto the tabletop.
Steve ran his hands down the relaxing muscles of Veronica's t-shirt-covered back as he straightened himself up and pulled out of her. More of his hot seed trickled down her sexy leg, and Steve reached for the nearby box of tissue.
"Wow, hon..." he said in a low voice, "you're amazing. Are you ok?"
"Ayyy, si," the now-sleepy young woman cooed. "All ok. Mami's body needs my baby-daddy's seed for nourishment," She looked back at Steve and winked. "Ever since you got me pregnant, I'm so horny. Good thing we have our little arrangement keeping going."
Uh...yeah," Steve grinned. "I still can't believe your friend copped out on you."
"Well, Serena usually has a bunch of morning-after pills at her place. After that first time in your apartment, I waited a few days to ask her because she always has them, but then she didn't have any and I couldn't get one by a few days, so..." she trailed off, "too late..." She shrugged.
"Well, You'll get help with this kid, ok?" Steve assured her, "I'll be here to help."
"And it's so weird!!" Veronica became more animated as she spoke, "then my mami got pregnant too! I think my parents have been trying for another little baby, but at the same time??!! They'll help me too they said..."
"Uh, yeah, that's really weird," Steve choked as he remembered impregnating Sofia, Veronica's mother. The mother and daughter were among the several women in Steve's building that had accepted some rent money back each month in exchange for some...private adult playtime...with Steve.
"And there are a few other women in the building pregnant too!" Veronica prattled on, not putting two and two together with her mother. "Ha, you're not their fathers too, right? The rumor is you've got several of the building's wives seeing you in arrangements for some rent money refund, right? At least I stopped you from snaring MY mami that way," she smiled and winked again.
[Not bloody likely] Steve thought back. [I took your pregnant mami as she rode me 2 nights ago in my apartment and filled her full of semen, like I just did you...]. If the two women ever found out Steve had impregnated them both, he was sure he'd be a dead man.
"And what did you tell your parents again?" Steve confirmed, "...that you slept with some random guy at a party?"
"Ayyy, si," Veronica drawled. "That way they cannot know who the baby's papa is..." she smiled coyly. "Is this my family's rent-refund?" she smiled, skipping over to the cabana's countertop, where Steve had placed a wad of bills. She scooped them up and leafed through them, counting. "Thank you, Mr. Landlord-man," she grinned.
After putting their clothing back in order, Steve unlocked the cabana door and slipped out, removing the "Closed" sign on it. He wandered over to the pool's tool closet and fidgeted with the various scoopers and poles. A few minutes later, Veronica sidled out and strolled over to him. By then, several of the building's residents had congregated at the pool, lounging on the deck chairs and splashing in the water. None had seemed to be looking at the cabana to see Steve and the thin, pregnant youth slip out. Veronica had taken a job as the building's helper anyway, and the tenants were used to seeing her doing odd jobs around the grounds.
"You're still not going to hose down the pool cover today, are you?" Steve asked her. "Look, you're getting a lot bigger, you know? Just leave it and I'll do that, it shouldn't be done by, you know..."
"...by someone in my delicate condition?" Veronica finished for him, frowning. "I told you before, Mr. Landlord-man, I can still do things carefully, and earn my keep. So that pool cover is lying down over there, and all I need to do is blast it with this hose," she smiled mischievously, "like I just got blasted with a hose!!"
"Shhhh!" Steve implored her, looking around nervously. No one had heard the youth. [Geez, she really likes to tweak my nerves!!] Steve thought.
"Ok, ok," he gave up, "but the second you feel like that's enough, go and get some rest. That's an order."
"Oh, si, Mr. Landlord-man, sir," the young woman giggled. "Later I'm going shopping with my mami anyway, we're getting some maternity clothes together. It's so weird to think that her baby, my new brother or sister, will be MY baby's uncle or auntie!!" she giggled.
[Maybe a closer relationship than that!!] Steve thought as he retreated downstairs.
As Veronica began to stretch out the large tarp-like pool cover on the open area of the deck, a young couple from the building seemed to be arguing at one of the tables.
"It's OK I'm sure, dear," the wife, seated on one of the deck chairs, consoled the husband, "you're not going to be demoted forever. Give the company a few more months and they'll need you back as the unit supervisor..." Veronica half-listened as the couple continued their mild bickering. The husband, a fairly muscular guy with short cut brown hair, looked angry. He threw back the deck chair he was about to sit in, causing it to fall over backwards. Looking around, he spied Veronica holding the hose.
"HEY...YOU!! GIRL!" he yelled at her.
"...Me?" Veronica asked him, arching an eyebrow.
"Who the hell do you think I'm addressing, girlie?? Of course, YOU! Why don't you people take care of this crap properly...this chair has dirt all over it! I was about to sit in it! What the hell is the matter with you types, you can't even keep a simple setup like this clean?" he ranted. He happened to drop a racial slur in his disgusting tirade.
[You asshole...] Veronica thought, [your poor wife. Married to suck a dick...] "Ah...I'll get to it right away," she responded.
Mr. former unit supervisor stalked off to the other side of the deck where the vending machines stood. Veronica hurried over to pick up the chair and used the hose to gently wash it off.
