Maddie's Troubled Life Ch. 04

Maddie is back.

I shamefully walked into the living room. My father was the only one there. He told me, "The guys all went home. I wanted to see how you were holding up. I know it was a lot."

I was distraught that the four of them shared me the way they did, even though I knew I wasn't innocent by any stretch. "Yeah... That was a lot. I think I'm ok," I hesitated briefly before being able to finish my sentence, "Dad." It was difficult to say the word Dad after everything I had done with him and his friends. "So, what happens now?" I asked.

My father stood up and walked to me, as I stood there in one of his oversized shirts. He wrapped his arms around me while I wrapped mine around him. Tears started streaming down my face as the emotions of being taken by him and the other three overwhelmed me. My father rubbed my head as he rocked our bodies back and forth in an attempt to comfort me. He whispered in my ear, "It's ok. Let's get some rest; it's been a long night." As we went our separate ways, he told me, "I texted Janice and told her you wouldn't be in on Sunday. She's going to open the diner with me and prep it for Tuesday. I don't think you are in any condition for the diner." I was relieved that I wasn't going to be working. Janice was our lifesaver. Whenever my father or I weren't available, she would take care of the diner.

Once upstairs, I took a scalding hot shower as the night's memories whipped through my head. Was I ashamed of myself? A little, but I knew their intentions, and I went along with it anyway. I was more concerned about the pain and rawness I was feeling. When I got to bed, I had no energy. I crawled int and passed out.

It wasn't until the following morning that I started overthinking again. Even though I slept well and late, I was still tired. I wondered what the four of them thought of me now that I'd given them what they wanted. Then, I wondered what was next. When I picked up my phone, I saw texts from Fred. He wanted to know how I was doing after last night. I texted, "Hey, I slept late and took the day off. I'm doing ok, just tired." I wanted to know what they thought of me, but I couldn't bring myself to ask.

"I bet you are," he texted me back. Then, he asked, "Are you mad at us?"

I appreciated him asking if I was mad. It showed that they knew what they did wasn't normal. "I'm not mad. I'm kinda embarrassed and can't believe we did all that. It was a lot. Do you guys think differently about me now?"

"Differently how?" he asked.

I knew he understood my question, but I played along. "Differently like, that I'm slutty or trashy?"

"Absolutely NOT! We had a great time. We are so happy that you joined the friend group. We couldn't be happier. We just want to make sure you are ok," he said, trying to convince me that I shouldn't feel the way I felt.

I asked him the one question that my father avoided answering. "So, what happens now?"

Fred told me, "We take things slow. We wait for you to lead the way. It's not like we're going to be jumping on you all the time. We play it as it goes. Does that work for you?"

"Yes, that works for me. I can't do that all the time. It was a lot. I hope you all appreciated what I let you all do," I replied.

"Trust me, we appreciated it. We thought you were amazing last night. I gotta get back to work. If you need anything, let me know. Get some rest and heal up," he told me as our texting ended.

I didn't do much for the rest of the day. I spent most of the day in bed, scrolling through social media & watching videos. I drifted in and out of sleep, then texted my father, "Hey, can you grab me something to eat on your way home?" I wondered what this week would be like. Last week we went right back to our normal day to day routines.

When my father got home, we ate together at the kitchen table. Our conversation was typical. There was no mention of the night before. He talked to me about the diner and the people who didn't come in because the Super Bowl was on today. Panic set in when I realized it was Super Bowl Sunday. I did not have the strength or willingness to entertain the four of them today. Then he said, "We're probably going to watch the game in Carlos' mancave. After last night, I want to make sure you take care of yourself and not worry about us. Does that work for you?"

I was relieved that they weren't coming here today. I knew that I needed to learn to speak up for myself, so I used this opportunity to try. "Yeah, I need a little space today. I've done a lot for you guys, but I can't do that all the time. Especially back to back days. It was a lot."

I wanted him to acknowledge that I did a lot for them. I needed him to reassure me that what I did wasn't going to happen all the time and that he and they appreciated and valued me. "It was a lot. We would never expect you to do that all the time. You need to recover, and we all have to go about our business like nothing is going on. How are you doing, by the way?"

I didn't get the appreciation answer I was looking for, but I was glad that they didn't expect me to do things every day. "I'm good. I'm sore and tired, but I'm good, Dad."

"Well, rest up and take care of yourself. Let me know if you need anything. I'm going to take a nap before heading down to Carlos' house," he said as he stood up. He kissed me on the top of my head and went to his bedroom, leaving me alone at the kitchen table. When I finished eating, I went to my bedroom and passed out again.

Around nine, I got a text from my uncle Billy. "Hey, Tina wants to know if you can babysit Timmy on Thursday night. She wants to take some overtime hours and needs to work a double. I'll probably be home around ten or eleven."

I couldn't believe how these men were able to do what they did, then go right back to everyday life. I guess that's how life is, I thought. "Yeah, I can do that. I miss Timmy and need to get my time in with him," I texted, attempting to do the same.

The rest of the week was normal. It was like nothing happened. I slept in my room. My father made no moves to get me into his room. I was added to a group text, but all it consisted of was memes and shit talking about nothing in general. I don't know what I expected after that night, but going back to normal routines was not what I thought it would be like. I didn't know how to feel about it. There were moments when I felt relieved. Then, there were moments where I felt insecure. I worried that they weren't as attracted to me anymore, or that they had lost interest. I was confused and had no idea how to feel.

When Thursday arrived, I went to Billy and Tina's house right after work. Tina gave me her usual rundown of Timmy's routines, as she always does before leaving. I was supposed to put Timmy to bed at eight, but I let him stay up to finish his movie with me. Once he was asleep, I laid down on the couch and fell asleep while the TV was on.

I woke up when I heard my uncle coming into the house. "Hey, Maddie," he said as he walked in. I could tell that he had been out drinking. "How was your night?"

"Hey, Uncle Billy. It was quiet," I said timidly. This was the first time I had seen anyone except my father since last week. "How was yours?" I asked.

"Better now that I'm home. I couldn't wait to get home to see you," he told me as he sat at the end of the couch.

I quickly sat up. I wasn't sure how this all worked. No one really talked to me about expectations, except my father, who told me they didn't expect me to do things all the time. I giggled at my uncle's comment, "Yeah, ok... I'm sure you couldn't wait to see me," I said submissively. Without saying a word, my uncle grabbed my hand. I knew what he wanted. As I stood, I told him, "We can't do this here. It's too dangerous. We could get caught."

"It's fine. Just come with me. We don't have to do anything," he said with a devilish smirk on his face.

Reluctantly, I went with him. He brought me to his and Tina's bedroom. I already felt guilty when I was with my aunt earlier. I couldn't let her husband fuck me on her bed. "This is a bad idea, Uncle Billy. We can't do this here."

Billy continued to ignore me as he pushed me onto the bed. "Relax, I just want to lie down with you. We don't have to do anything. Just lie down with me for a few minutes. Can you do that?"

I started laughing. Did he not realize that he fucked me twice, and I knew what he wanted? I scooted into the middle of the bed. I turned my back to him and put my head on a pillow. I whispered, "I can't believe you have me in Tina's bed. This is a bad idea." All the wives made me nervous. Carlos' wife is the one who got rid of Bethany and sided with her husband. Fred's wife, Alexa, already hated me. But Tina, Tina scared the fuck out of me. Tina liked physical confrontations. I saw her attack a woman one time, and I felt bad for that woman because Tina beat the shit out of her. All these women would side with their husbands no matter how wrong their husbands were.

Billy got into the bed behind me. His crotch was pressed against my ass. Clothes were the only thing separating us. He put an arm around me, pulling me into him. We lay there in silence, but my heart pounded. When his hand went down and found the bottom of my skirt, he started hiking it up. I whispered, "Seriously, Uncle Billy, we shouldn't be doing anything here. We don't want to get caught," as I reached down to pull my skirt back down.

"It's ok," he said as he pushed my shoulders, causing me to go face down on the bed. "No one is coming. Tina is at work till seven. We have plenty of time."

I laid there as he positioned himself kneeling between my legs. He lifted my skirt above my ass while grabbing hold of my panties and lowering them to my ankles. I said again as I felt his cock brush against the inside of my thigh, "This is a bad idea, Billy." Without warning, I felt the tip of his dick push through my pussy lips. I groaned, "HMPH. I... OOOHHH." My uncle was taking his time as he slowly drove his dick into me. His hands were on the back of my shoulders, holding me down as his dick slowly drove me insane. This was the kindest he had been with me since this all started.

"You like getting dicked down, don't you?" he asked, ending his kindness for the night. "You have a great ass. Is this what you want, Maddie?"

Between moans, I whispered, "I want it."

Billy grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back as he demanded, "Get on your fucking hands and knees. You like it when you get fucked like a dog." The way he was speaking to me was humiliating, but I did as he told me. Once I got on my hands and knees, he repeated, "This is what you like, isn't it? Lifting your fat ass up so you can be plowed." His thrusting was aggressive. He was pounding me, and the headboard was slamming off the wall. "Tell me how much you love it," he demanded as he pulled my hair with one hand and slapped my ass with the other.

I moaned, "I want it... Please... You can have it," as I felt a warm fluid squirting along the crack of my ass. I remember thinking, 'How did he cum on my ass when he's still inside me?' Then, it dawned on me he didn't cum. He squirted some kind of warming lube on the crack of my ass. I felt one of his fingers at my forbidden hole. His finger was rubbing in a circular motion. For some reason, this triggered me as I let out a loud moan, "FUCK!"

"Feel good," he asked.

I was gasping for air. These men knew how to do things to me that I never could have imagined. I moaned, "S... So good!" I felt him insert a finger in my hole, slowly, as his dick ravaged my pussy. I couldn't believe he was fingering my ass while his dick was in me. I lost control as I came on his dick. I slammed backward, and when I did, his finger went deeper. "FUCK! Unc... FUCK! OH MY GOD!" I screamed as his thumping slowed. I couldn't believe that I let him finger my ass after only letting him put the tip of his finger in me last week.

"Lay down," he told me as my juices flooded from my pussy.

I was relieved to be lying down after that orgasm. I wasn't sure what he was doing until he laid on top of me. My ass had lube all over it, and when he pressed his weight on me, I felt his dick between my ass cheeks. He was sliding it up and down, so I thought he was getting ready to cum, because this is what he did last week. Then, he wrapped an arm around my neck as I waited for him to explode. He had me pinned to the mattress with his full body weight on me. He reached down with his other hand, and I was confused about why it was taking him so long to cum. Then, I realized what he was doing. I felt the tip of his dick at my ass hole. Before I could get the words out, he pushed the head of his dick through. I screamed into the pillow from the pain. I couldn't believe he was in my ass. Every time I attempted to say something, he would push more inside, causing me to burry my face in the pillow and scream. He whispered in my ear through his heavy breathing, "I'm gonna cum soon."

I couldn't breathe; I was in pain and hoped it would be over soon. I whimpered, "Hurry up... It fucking hurts," before burying my face back in the pillow while tears rolled down my cheeks.

His thrusts were slow and gentle as he continued to go deeper with every thrust. Once he was fully buried in my ass, he asked, "Not so bad, right?"

I pleaded, "Hurry up and finish, please."

"I will," he said, removing his arm from around my neck. He arched his body up on his hands. His thrusting was consistent as I lay flat on the bed, grunting and whining through moans. The more he fucked me there, the more bearable it became. It wasn't something I wanted to do or try, but I was glad the pain was subsiding. He moaned, "Your ass feels so good... Where's my dick, Maddie?"

I wasn't lying motionless anymore. The body is a funny thing, I thought. I did not want to do this, but it wasn't as bad as I imagined. When it happened, I was pissed. Now, it wasn't bad. I moaned, "In my ass... You're fucking my ass," as my ass started bucking with every thrust.

My uncle growled, "AAAHHH! FUCK!" as his cum unloaded in my ass. I felt his warm fluids coat my insides. By this point, he was slamming into me.

It felt weird when he pulled out of my ass. While we were lying there, I was in shock and couldn't believe we had just done that. When Billy got up and went to the bathroom, I pulled my skirt down and sat at the bottom of the bed, looking for my panties. The last thing I wanted was my aunt finding my panties in her bedroom. When Billy came back in the room, he asked, "You heading home?"

I know he framed it as a question, but it was his way of telling me it was time for me to leave. "Yeah... I think I should go," I told him as I stood up.

While he walked me to the door, he told me, "Text me when you get home, so I know you made it safely. Thank you for hanging out with me tonight." And then, he closed the door.

I made my walk of shame to my car as I felt mu uncle's cum leaking from me while I walked gingerly because of the pain.