Homeless girl was the best sex I ever had

As a dude in his mid twenties living by himself, I don’t live in some fancy neighborhood. I have a one bedroom apartment that I can barely afford with my relatively shitty job. Because of that, though, I see a fair bit of homeless people. They usually keep to themselves, and occasionally will ask for money (and say what you want, but I usually don’t give them any, I’m as broke as it is!). I go on with my day, come home, play on my Xbox, or spank myself to sleep. On one saturday evening, though, things got interesting.

I was making my way to the big, metal dumpster, garbage bag in hand. As I threw it in, something caught the corner of my eye. Hmm, a girl?? There was a seemingly little girl in a tent across the street from our complex. She was just wrapped in a blanket, sitting down, staring at nothing in particular. Hmm. Oh well, that’s unfortunate. I went back inside.

I turned on the T.V and Xbox, and put on some YouTube channel I usually watch. My mind wondered a bit; I was, and still am, a slight pedo. I like little girls to a certain extent, but (luckily for me) I also like women as well. But I couldn’t stop thinking about that girl, and the thoughts I was having. I opened the door to my apartment and stepped outside.

“Ah! What am I thinking?” I said aloud to myself. As I turned around, I hear a small bang coming from the direction of the garbage cans. I turned back, and saw a small figure climbing onto it. I squinted my eyes, and it looked like the girl I saw earlier. Without hesitation, I walked over to the garbage can. As I approached, it was clear what was going on; a dumpster dive. She seemed to have noticed me, though, because she sprung up and spun around. She looked like she was in fight or flight. Before she can move, I shouted, “Hey! It’s okay, It’s okay!” She seemed to calm down a bit, but was still tense. “Can I help you out of there?” She looked at my outstretched arms, hesitated, but reluctantly nodded her head. I carried her out of the metal dumpster. I felt her small body, and got a spike in my loins. As I let her down on the ground, I can see her how truly adorable this girl was. Her black hair, though, unkempt, looked great. She had brown eyes, and a very defined shape for both her age and her health. Though, she was still pretty skinny. She also had very light brownish skin; she looked to be hispanic.

I kneeled down to her, to meet her at eye level. “Are you hungry?” She looked down, and faintly, she said yes. I smiled, “I can feed you, if you want, you can come into my apartment.” She looked up at me, and just stared into my eyes, almost like she was confirming something. After a brief moment, she said “Is…is that okay?” I nodded, and took her hand. She followed me into my apartment.

She seemed to me like she wasnt really out there for so long. Her clothes were a little dirty, as well as her skin, but not so much so that you’d think she was on the streets for years. And after her shower, she talked about it (upon my request). She said she left her home when it was August – it was October – and that she just wanted to get away from her parents. They beat her, lock her up, sometimes just simply not feed her. Her stepfather had molested her on a couple occasions. They, obviously, were abusive. She was 11, and had been barely getting by, only surviving because of the help she would get from both strangers and fellow homeless people. She was out of food, and almost out of water, and she wanted to see if she could find something in the trash. I pitied the girl. I gave her a small bowl of mac and cheese, and some leftovers of some chicken I had cooked a day before. And she got it down with some Coke-Cola. She actually looked happy. I felt good.

After watching YouTube for a little while, we decided it was time to sleep. I only had one bedroom, so I offered to sleep on the floor while she took the bed, she said it was okay, and we could both sleep in the bed. I took off my shirts and shorts, and said if it was fine I sleep in my underwear. She said it was okay because she was in underwear too, as I gave her one of my T-shirts and boxers to wear. We got into bed and fell asleep.

After a few hours of sleep, I woke up suddenly. I looked to my left, and she still sleeping soundly. I turned my head to the ceiling and let out a sigh. I was rock hard, and it more than just because I woke up. After a couple minutes of contemplating, I thought to myself, fuck it, I need to cum. I turned my back to her and just started going to town. The pure thought of her being here was a good enough mental tool. I may have been too loud, because I heard her faint voice say “Are you okay?” I jolted toward her, dick in full view. She looked at it in disbelief. I then apologized and put it back in my boxers. She looked down for awhile, then asked “Are you horny?” I froze, but I was able to get out the words; “Um, Y-yes, I’m sorry!” She paused again, and said “I can help.” I, again, was startstruck. I looked at her intensely, I then pulled my dick back out and said “Yes, please…”

She took my cock in her hands, and soon after in her mouth. She seemed to at least sorta know what she was doing, which made sense to me. Why she would do this to a stranger with such a traumatic past is beyond me, though! I wanted to hold it in, but it felt too good. She licked it up and down, and stroked it perfectly while sucking the tip. I busted after just a few minutes. She took it in her mouth, mostly, while some spilled out onto my dick. I cleaned it up, but my dick wouldn’t stay soft for long. It sprung right back up again, and she looked at it and said “Need more help?” I nodded excitedly, and stripped her down nude. I would eat her sweet little pussy out, and she would let out little moans and groans. I stood up and positioned my dick on her mostly hairless pussy. I paused though, and looked up at her and asked “Can I fuck you?” She nodded her head, and smiled. No hesitation as I slid it into her. There was some resistance, but she had clearly been broken in before. She grimaced, but she seemed to enjoy it. She wasn’t a virgin, but she was tighter than any virgin pussy I ever had. The first dozen strokes or so was a feeling out process, I slowly went in and out as her pussy got wider and wetter. It became easier to fuck, so I went faster. Then faster. And then faster. I fucked that little pussy like it stolen money from me. I lay chest to chest with her, and I gave it everything and more. She moaned like she enjoyed it now. I pounded her lights out, then flipped her around on knees stomach. She had a bit of an arch in her back, and it made her little ass look so good. I smacked it and held her hips as I railed her deeper. I gave her 100+ strokes in a minute it seemed like. I was on the edge again, and I had some big last pumps as I emptied it all inside her. I felt over to the side and let out a big breath. “Did it feel good?” He asked, I gave a thumbs up and passed out.

She lived with me for about a month and a half. When things started getting more risky to me, I told her she should go to a homeless shelter or foster home. She agreed, though she didn’t like the idea. I got her name, and would see her again quite a few times. But that month and half she spent with me was the best of my life.

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