10 comments/ 172025 views/ 30 favorites CvsN 09: Threepeat By: Tx Tall Tales A previously unpublished chapter in the story of Jack, and the home he shares with three lovelies. * * * * Karen and Debbie are moved in. Beth's halfway there. Time for a little celebration, just the four of us. * * * * After a day of moving Karen into the house, and some unexpected play which included my good friend Jim, I finally got up the gumption to tell Karen about things that had been going on, and the new living arrangements. Explaining the living situation didn't go over as well as I was hoping. I tried to be reasonable, and attempted to soothe her feelings, but Karen was volatile, and I had lit her fuse. By the time Beth and Debbie got back that night, the atmosphere in the house had chilled a good 20 digress, and Karen had retreated behind closed doors in her bedroom where she was unpacking some of her belongings, and ignoring me every time I tried to speak to her. Beth and Debbie strolled in, happy as can be, with the girls in tow. They were chatting, and carrying groceries, and before long were preparing dinner. It smelled delicious. I was reading with the girls when Debbie asked to talk with me and dragged me off to my room. "What's up with Karen? What did you do to her?" she asked me. Direct and to the point; that was unlike Debbie. More and more she was taking a lead role around the home, and it was fascinating to observe the changes. "Things went great with Jim and all. But I had never quite gotten around to telling her about Beth, and when I broke the news, it all went to hell in a hand basket. She took the "Cathy" thing so well, that I guess I thought this was going to be smooth going. I guessed wrong." I shrugged, not really knowing what had gone awry. "Cathy's not competition. Beth, on the other hand, is more competition than any of us can handle." "It doesn't seem to bother you that much. I thought you'd be a lot more sensitive to it than anyone else," I told her, sitting on the bed, in a bit of a funk, and confused as usual. "I know. It's strange. I thought it would bother me more, but she's more like a partner than competition. I don't know why that is. Plus, I've seen what lengths you'll go to for me. Nobody has ever stood up for me like you have. I can't believe I've only known you for a couple of months and already trust you more than any man in my life. Ever." She was opening up to me like a rose. I pulled her over to me, and wrapped her in my arms. "I know it's been hard for you, and I can be insensitive. I do appreciate it. I love you and Beth so much, but I also owe a lot to Karen, and she's been such a good friend for so long, I don't want to hurt her." "I know. You hate to hurt any woman. This is going to be your downfall you know. Sooner or later, we're going to expect you to say "no" to some of these girls who waltz in and out of your life. We can only share you so much." She was rocking in my arms, and I knew what she said was the truth. I was easy game for any girl that hit on me. "You're right. But what am I going to do now?" I asked. "Let me see what I can do. I won't promise anything, but I'll do what I can. And don't get too frisky with Beth until this is sorted out. Karen had her heart set on a weekend of fun, and in her eyes, three is company and four is a crowd. Especially when number '4' is a teenage beauty with a killer body, who gave her virginity up to you in the past few days." She laughed at her own comment, and extricated herself from my grip before heading upstairs to try and patch things up. Beth and I chatted as I helped settle her in. She'd brought a suitcase of clothes along, and I made room for her in my closet, and gave her the right drawers of my dresser. She kept telling me she'd be no trouble; I'd hardly know she was there. "That's not what I'm looking for, Beth." I told her. "I want to find you everywhere I look. I want you to be the biggest part of my life." She jumped into my arms, and I held her, kissing her, feeling the recurring effect she had on me beneath the belt. I finally had to drag myself away, and suggested we hit the kitchen and check on the dinner, since Debbie was taking so long upstairs. Debbie soothed some feelings somehow, and before long she came back downstairs to complete the dinner preparations. Karen followed shortly after with the kids in tow, and I got a report on their activities before we sat down to eat. In spite of the situation, dinner was an almost friendly affair. Beth was very quiet. I had let her know part of the problem, and she did her best to fade into the background, while things were worked out. Dinner was Italian: baked mussels, spaghetti and meatballs, garlic bread, and ice cream. I had always enjoyed fancy dinners, but Debbie made the everyday meal a joy. She was as incredible in the kitchen as she was in bed. She seemed to favor cooking all the basics: soups, casseroles, pasta, meatloaf, roasts, and such. But each one was as close to perfect as I could imagine. She used fresh ingredients, and timed everything just right. I was going to have to start working out more if I kept letting her feed me as she had been doing. We discussed the day-care plans a little over dinner, and I mentioned my new project and let them know for the first time there probably would be some travel involved. The kids asked about the travel, and of course wanted to go along. I told them when they were older, at least 10. Karen announced that she was totally moved out of her old place, and only had to do some clean-up work the next day. We adjourned to the living room with some more wine after dinner. We'd killed two bottles with dinner, and opened 'one last one' to maintain the glow. We sent the tykes off to their room with a video before bed, and after Debbie chased everyone out of the kitchen; it was Karen and I on the couch, with Beth sitting quietly on the lounge chair. We drank in quiet for a while. And then Karen set her drink down and turned to face Beth. I was suddenly afraid. I prayed quietly to myself, and I could see Beth turning red just sitting there. "Oh this is just stupid." Karen finally spat out. "Why are you sitting way over there? Come over here and sit with us on the couch." "I'm fine," Beth answered timorously. "Jesus, I won't bite." Karen scooted to the far end of the couch and pulled me towards her, opening up a space on the other side of me. "I figure you're around here for the long haul, I might as well get to know you. I know you're just another innocent victim, a moth attracted to the flame as it were. If there's one stinker among us, we know who HE is. I just wish I could stay mad at him." Beth got up from her chair and sat next to me. The two girls already knew a lot about each other, up until recently they were usually central to all the biggest events in my life, and each had heard me talk about the other. Karen knew a lot more about Beth before the house thing started, and of course Beth had been caught up on the state of everything by Debbie. Karen scooted over to my side, leaning into me and running her fingers through my curly hair. "What the hell do we see in this guy? How is it possible that someone like you, who could have anyone she wanted, is willing to share this bum with someone like Debbie, who is going to cling to him like Saran-wrap, and me, who hasn't been able to distance myself from him in 500 years? When were you born?" Beth told Karen her birthday, and Karen immediately perked up. "The 5th? Are you sure? Oh, never mind. Wait," I saw her get the faraway look, while she worked out the numbers in her head, "but that makes you a 5 - What's your full name?" She got out a pencil and paper and started writing, while Beth spelled her last name out. "Oh, I see now, this is starting to make a lot of sense. I should have known, it was probably inevitable. It's so obvious. If I wasn't so close to it all, I know I would have recognized this at once." She was rambling in that way that made me laugh inside, but still endeared her to me. She continued, animated. "I bet you didn't know that Jack was a 22. I mean a perfect 22. And of course I'm an 11. If that isn't odd enough, both an 11 and a 22 in the same household then having Debbie here and the way she perfectly balanced our numbers seemed like divine intervention. But when I cross indexed the numbers, you know using the Chaldean system for the names, things got funny. Then I could see where I might have been wrong, and there was a strong tendency in the house for extreme swings and instability, and possibly a total self-centeredness. Possibly even an internal collapse. But wait, how is your name spelled on your birth certificate?" "Elizabeth?" Beth answered, looking to me. It was the first time she'd been exposed to one of Karen's spiritual/numerology/psychic rants, and she was obviously completely lost. "Ah, ha! I thought so. 'Beth' just didn't make sense. Let's see, carry the two, and add the digits. This explains a lot. Jack needed you, we needed you. He didn't even know he needed you, but his destiny cried out for you if he was to fulfill even part of his potential. Jack is the potential, the great builder, but he can't do it alone. He has to build from pieces and we're his pieces. I'm his intuition and soul. Debbie provides the basic stability and love, but he needs the adventure and chance you bring for completion. I can't believe these numbers. It's like each of us is the complete essence of what we bring to the table. Let me check the math again." Beth and I looked at each other, and I almost broke out laughing, but if this was what it took for Karen to accept her in the house, so be it. While Karen was writing up her columns of numbers for the third time, Debbie came in, a new bottle of vino in hand. "Can I refill your drinks?" she asked, and started pouring even before we acknowledged. "Debbie! Debbie it fits! I was so worried that I would be totally superfluous, but the numbers all fit. She's all we need so we don't slowly spiral away into ourselves locking out the rest of the world. And I'm a catalyst. So I'm not essential, but without me everything will be dimmer, duller, less vibrant, and he's going to need my intuition, to counter everyone else's rationality. It all fits!" She gushed, waving at a mystery of numbers. Standing, I raised my glass in a toast. "I'll drink to that. Without you, life would be duller, and I wouldn't be sitting here now with three such beautiful women. Thank you, and here's to you, Karen." All the girls leaned forward to clank their glasses. "Well, I can see we have some toasting etiquette to learn here. Shame on you all!" I admonished them. "What do you mean? We clinked!" Karen answered. "Miss Manners would roll over in her grave. Two basic rules of toasting. One, do what the toaster does. Two, never drink to yourself. "If the toaster stands, stand, if the toaster stays seated sit. And toasting yourself is like clapping for yourself. Don't you people go to weddings and formal events?" "Actually, No." Beth answered with a giggle. "Nope," answered Debbie. "Why, is this an offer?" That brought a guffaw from all of them, and I had to admit she got me on that one. "Ok, let's try that again." I stood up, holding my glass ahead of me. "A toast to Karen." Debbie and Beth stood this time, and Karen started to stand up, but Debbie pushed her back down. I nodded toward Karen, "To the architect of the house that lust built. This palace was your idea, and I'm indebted to you always." "To Karen and the house that lust built." Debbie added. We all raised our glasses, and I emptied mine. When the girls sipped from theirs I gave them grief again. "Do what the toaster does! When I finish my glass, it means that to toast again would diminish the toast. Bottoms up." The girls finished theirs, and we sat back, while I refilled the glasses but only half way. Karen stood, with her glass. "Can I make a toast?" "Of course you can. You don't have to ask. Just stand, nod to the host, and turn to the target of your toast." "But who's the host?" Karen asked. "Well, here, nobody. But that's just what you do in general." I answered. "How do you know so much about toasting?" Beth asked. "There are lots of reasons, but I'll give you three. One, I'm half Irish. Two, I'm from a huge family and I've been attending several weddings a year for the last few years, and three, when I was in ROTC we had regular formal balls, and heaven help you if you screw up the etiquette." Karen continued standing. "Ahhumm. Here's to Debbie, with the biggest heart I've ever known, so vulnerable, but with so much to give." Karen toasted. I leaped to my feet. "And whatever she's willing to give, I'm willing to take!" I added, waving my glass high. "To Debbie!" Beth added, and we all drank to Debbie. Debbie blushed and smiled. And we once again finished our glasses. Refilling the glasses again I realized that we had knocked off four bottles. This time I only filled them about a third. "Here's to Beth." Debbie toasted. "The sweetest thing I've ever known and not a mean or deceitful bone in her body." "Oh, I can't let you toast to that!" Beth cried, "I've got my mean streak." "Hush, you!" I told her, "And take the compliment graciously. If you were any sweeter you couldn't bathe for fear of melting away and washing down the drain," I told her, holding my glass high. "I'll drink to sweet Beth." Karen acknowledged and we drank again. "I'd like to make a toast." Beth spoke up after we'd finished, and refilled. "Go ahead," I told her, while I walked to the kitchen to get one more bottle. "No, I'll wait unit you're back," she called after me. I returned and Karen was adding in the numbers for Jim and Cathy, and Joe, and discarding them as irrelevant. "Nope we're complete as is. I can't believe how beautiful these numbers are." Karen sighed. "I swear I haven't seen things come together like this since, geez, it must be almost 500 years now." "A toast." Beth lifted her glass. "To Jack. For so many reasons. I refuse to boost his ego and name them, but mainly for allowing me to be part of his life. And to my sisters here. We have a hell of a task ahead of us riding herd on him." "To Jack and his women." Debbie, toasted. "To Jack and his women." Karen echoed. "Thank you ladies." I answered, not sure if it was kosher to toast yourself as a group, although I guess they were all toasting each other. Of course it was all starting to get a bit fuzzy. I stood again, a little wobbly. "With apologies to Mr. Yeats, I'd like to borrow a phrase for the women present. "Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you all and I sigh." The girls got quiet, while I drank my cup dry, and threw it at the wall, shattering it. "Why'd you do that?" Beth asked, eyes wide open. "I believe there is no greater toast possible then a toast to you women and how you make me feel, and I shall never drink a toast from that glass again." The girls loved the idea, and three more broken glasses soon followed. That led to some crying little girls at the top of the stairs, and Karen and Debbie settled them back down, this time for the night, while Beth and I cleaned up the glass. "You know, this house is nuttier than a fruitcake. What am I getting myself into?" Beth asked, laughingly. "Don't ask me, I thought you were the one who was supposed to bring stability?" I told her. "No that's Debbie. I'm adventure. Get it straight cowboy." She teased poking me with the broom handle. "That's Mister Twenty-two to you." "You wish. Maybe eight on a good day." Beth teased. We finished cleaning up the mess, dumping the glass outside in the garbage cans. We went back to passing the half-bottle of wine between us, working on finishing it as well. "Repeat that last toast for me. Please." Beth asked, tugging me back to the living room couch, and sitting on my lap. I did, and she asked me who Yeats was, so I berated her for her lack of education concerning the Emerald Isle's greatest poet, and gave her the full quote by William Butler. "Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh." Karen walked up behind me as I finished. "Where do you come up with all this shit? You have more strange stuff in your head than anyone I've ever met." I laughed, and at Debbie's insistence, repeated the toast, as I'd given it, and as Yeats penned it, at least as far as I could recollect. Things were getting a little fuzzy. "That was incredible. I got wet just hearing you say it." Debbie told me softly, giving me a kiss on the side of the neck. I hadn't even heard her walk up behind me. The girls exchanged glances, and then Beth stood up, and the three of them led me into the bedroom. Once there, they all helped to undress me, before undressing themselves, and pulling me into the bed. Karen stationed herself on one side of me, and Beth on the other. Debbie crawled between my legs, and laid there, her head resting on my thigh, as she played with my cock, watching it rise to attention. "Do one of you two want to explain what the relationship and living deal is that you three have concocted?" Karen asked, looking at Beth and Debbie. "Well, it's all kind of 'iffy'. But Debbie and I have agreed that for us it's share and share alike. If she's with him, I'm entitled to be there as well. And when I'm with him, she's welcome at any time. And it's our say, not his. Now neither of us HAS to be with him when the other is, but there's no locking the other out. Right, Deb?" Beth leaned down and gave my cock a quick suck, while Debbie held it upright. Then she leaned over and Debbie rose up and gave her a peck on the lips. "Always." Debbie answered, giving my dick a quick suck just as Beth had. "And just how the hell am I supposed to fit in this?" Karen asked. "You are the wild card." Beth answered. "If he wants to be with you, he can, and we won't protest. And we have no special right to be there. Cathy is a similar situation. You guys can play, and we hope you invite us along on occasion. But we make no demands. We have laid claim to his bed, this bed, and we expect to be allowed to sleep in it any time we want, so if you all want privacy, it better be in your room." "And that's it?" Karen asked, directing her question at me this time. "I guess. They made the rules. But to be with them, I'm willing to live by them." I answered. "But what if they change the rules?" Karen asked worriedly. "They can, and I'll decide if I'll follow them. I almost certainly will and I'm afraid they know it. But as long as I'm here, I will not kick you or Debbie out of this house. I will honor that commitment." "You know, we're all crazy." Karen finally answered, shaking her head. "You guys probably are; but any guy in his right mind would give his left nut to trade places with me. I can't think of a better way to spend the night than with you lovely ladies, and I'm glad you are all crazy enough to be here now." "I'd drink to that," Debbie answered, "but I'm out of wine." "I'll suck to that," Beth answered with a drunken giggle, and bobbed her head up and down on my cock several times before passing my cock to Debbie. Debbie laughed, and did the same, sucking me deeply and fully several times, then pulling away and pointing my cock at Karen. Karen again shook her head laughing and then took my cock in her mouth and pushed her face down on it achingly slow, eyes locked on mine. She pulled back up and bobbed her head up and down, as the other two had, and then pulled her head away. CvsN 09: Threepeat "I've got one rule for tonight. Lay off my ass. I'm so sore I can barely sit, you beast." She rubbed her butt with her hand, as if she'd been spanked. "What is it with you and butts?" Beth asked me. "I don't know. It's just one more thing I like to do. There's something really naughty about having sex in the ass, and it sort of means the girl is holding nothing back. I don't know. It's different with different people." I confessed. "You've never touched my butt, Jack." Debbie said. "With you, it's not your ass you're holding back. I know that you'll give me your body unquestioningly; it's your heart and soul that seem so hard to get. Feeling my emotions returned from you is more intimate then filling your ass with my cock," I confessed to her, running my fingers down the side of her face. "You know it's yours whenever you want," she told me, "now if you'd like." "No, not now. Although I wouldn't mind sheathing this damn thing somewhere." Debbie crawled up and lowered herself onto my cock, rocking back and forth, while we continued this bizarre conversation. Beth piped in from beside me. "I know you've been playing with my butt, and I've teased you a little, but you haven't really tried to do me there, either." "My god, Beth, you gave me your virginity in both your pussy and your mouth. How much more can a guy ask for? Someday we may do it back there, but only if you want to. Not that I'd say no to the offer, of course." I pulled her to me and gave her a kiss, which stretched out longer and longer, as Debbie picked up the pace in her lovemaking. I eventually broke off the kiss, and leaned back, enjoying the leisurely fuck I was receiving. I finally spoke up. "Karen, there was something you told me we could do." "And that was?" she asked, her head on my shoulder. "You said we could repeat our first weekend with the positions reversed. Would you do Debbie, while I take you from behind?" "Whatever you want. Honestly. Even my ass if that's what you really want. This weekend, consider me your absolute play toy," she told me, very seriously. "I wonder if I'll survive this weekend." I joked. "Debbie, let's shift." Debbie got off me, and under my direction, sat at the head of the bed, with a couple of pillows propping her up. I positioned Karen with her mouth at Debbie's pussy, and then lay down beside her. "I hope you don't mind if I watch for a bit." "Of course not," Karen answered. She hesitated, her face hovering over Debbie's smooth shaven slit. I watched her breathe deep and then shudder before placing a tiny kiss on the side of Deb's thigh. "You know, I've been thinking about this moment from before that first weekend; wondering if you'd expect me to do this. I've always wondered what it would be like. I thought I'd be really nervous." She hushed a second before placing a long slow lick the length of the entire pussy in front of her. "But it's nice. Really. She smells so sexy. And the thought of your fat cock buried inside me while I see how far my tongue can reach is giving me goose bumps." She leaned back in and planted her mouth, her head making small back and forth motions, while Debbie closed her eyes and leaned back. Beth moved behind me, and stroked my cock with her hand while she watched the little show with me. Karen put her heart and soul into pleasuring Debbie, and was rewarded with a squirming, panting thing of beauty. Beth soon pushed me onto my back, and used her mouth on me. Once she'd gotten me ready, she tried to work my cock down her throat. The first few efforts she either pulled off or choked, but then she had it, and forced her face all the way down my cock. She pulled off and gave me a big smile, before doing it again, and again. "Show off," Debbie gasped, watching the job Beth was doing on me. I eased away from Beth, and took up position behind Karen, then entered her slowly, a little at a time, making that first penetration last. "Why do you like to see us girls doing things to each other? I would think that as long as someone was working your hunk of meat over you'd be happy." Beth asked this time. "My, aren't you full of questions tonight!" I laughed as I slowly screwed Karen. Debbie echoed Beth's sentiment. "Why do you like it?" "I don't know. It's so incredibly sexy to see any one of you when you are hot and on the verge of coming, it just makes my blood boil. I never really liked girl-girl scenes that much. But with you here, together, it's different. It drives me crazy." "I can tell," Beth said, stroking Karen's butt, as I was plowing her from behind. "I have to say, I never thought any of you would do these things. This is so far beyond anything I could ever even have dreamed. You are all so open to everything; I probably just get carried away experimenting with anything and everything I've ever imagined. If it bothers you, just tell me to go to hell. I won't mind." I told them. Karen pulled her face out of Debbie's open gash, and rested her head on Debbie's thigh. "I don't know about Debbie and Beth, but with you, I feel so feminine, and you are so male, it's as if I was meant to be yours to do with as you please; I just can't find myself saying no. I've always had a hard time saying no to you." She told me hesitantly, breathlessly. "That's a joke." I told her. "You must have told me no a thousand times." "And I seemed to be always losing ground, and slowly losing my resolve," she snapped back. "I was in a relationship, yet you convinced me to first rub your cock, then give you hand jobs almost daily, and then let you play with my tits and ass. I was frustrated; listening to all the things you said you wanted to do with me, do to me, was driving me crazy. Finally I just gave up and threw myself at you. I threw in Debbie to sweeten the pot, in case I wasn't enough." Ouch. True confessions. "Foolish girl, when you made me that first offer you almost stopped my heart on the spot. I thought you weren't into sex that much. You said you didn't like to give blowjobs, but you're mouth always seems ready. I know you talk about it a lot, but it seemed like you were always having to get talked into it, or getting something in trade." "It's more about who the offer is with. Craig wasn't a bad guy, and he appreciated what I gave him, but he had to fuck me dry more often than not. We went through a lot of KY. You may have noticed you don't have the same problem. Your touch makes me cream." Karen gave a wiggle to her hips, to emphasize her point. "You know what, Karen, that's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me." I pulled out of her, and lay down beside her and Debbie, then helped Karen climb back on top of me, so I could continue my delving of her pussy. Things were quiet for a bit as the girls caressed each other and me, while my hard-on slid in and out of Karen, who had just bared her soul to us all. The sound of the flesh slapping was only interrupted by the occasional moans and sighs. I took advantage of the position to nibble Karen's delightful nipples. Her tits were really spectacular, and so responsive to my mouth and tongue. I thought about rolling her over and tit-fucking her. I'd never done that to completion. I wondered what it would be like. Beth laid down next to me, threw an arm across my chest and kissed my shoulder. "I guess with me it's a little different. Everything's new to me, and it all feels so incredibly good. You're my teacher. I'm willing to let you guide me, unless you fuck up. Then we'll see." She smiled. "So far, so good, and I mean very, very good." Debbie was stroking Karen's hair, as I picked up the pace a bit, and Karen's body rocked under my attention. "I... It's hard for me to talk about it. But I believe in you. And it's just sex. You're my man, and it's right that I should pleasure you." "Please, Debbie, tell me that's not true." I said. "You mustn't just do whatever I ask, you have to let me know what you like and don't like, and what you want. This should be good for you to." "But it is. It's never been like this. I want to be whatever you need. That's what I want. To be what you want, how you want it." "Speaking of want, what do you want me to do?" Beth said softly. "How would you feel about doing what Karen did to Debbie?" I asked her. "Uh, Ok I guess, if that's what you want." She answered me hesitantly. "It's not what I want, not if you don't want to. I just want to know what you're comfortable with." I told her. "No, it's not that I don't want to, I just don't know how really. I've never really been on the giving end of something like that. And I'm, well I guess I'm a little scared." "Don't worry. It's a great night for learning." I pulled her around where I could kiss her, fondling her breast, while my hips drove my cock in and out of Karen, seemingly of their own volition. I eased Karen off my hips, desiring a change in position and opening. As I got up on my knees, Karen said she had to go for a second and she'd be right back. I put Beth on her back, and lifted her ankles up around her ears for a while, while I plowed her pussy, firmly and fast. I held her arms out to her side, and she was trapped under my body, my weight pinning her to the bed, her arms immobilized, and her tender pussy being ravaged. She was grunting under my attention, the strength of my thrusts driving the breath out of her, and Debbie came over and started rubbing her clit while whispering to her. She came quickly, her pussy clutching at my cock, while I continued to fuck her hard. I released her wrists, and held her shoulders in my hands, her ankles on my shoulders, and made her come again and again on my cock, with Debbie my assistant in passion. When Beth was crying for release, and coming almost on demand, I finally could hold back no longer, I released her legs, lay down on top of her, and covered her mouth with mine, while I fucked her hard until I achieved release, finishing deep inside her. As she felt me come, her eyes opened wide, and she came explosively on my cock, biting my lip, and hunching up at me, crying out. "I've never seen anyone come so hard and so long," Debbie finally spoke, running her hands possessively over Beth. Beth just laid there, eyes shut, breathing hard, moaning. She curled up in a fetal position, and for just a second I thought about taking that third opening of hers while it was so neatly exposed. Karen spoke from behind me. "Looks like you wore one of us out for at least a while, Jack. Now just two to go." She gave me a teasing smile. "You half finished me off today already, so I shouldn't be too hard, but I'll be interested in seeing you wear out that one," she nodded indicating Debbie. "Yeah, I've got my work cut out for me." I smiled, only just then taking in why she'd been gone. She had some sex toys laid out on the bed. Dildos, vibrators, butt plugs and a variety of things I didn't really recognize. "If you want to get started on Debbie, I thought these might help." She said wickedly, holding a massive 18 inch flexible dildo in her hand, and a set of balls on a string in the other. "I had to find out which box I'd packed them in, sorry it took so long." "What do you think, Debbie?" I asked her. She laid back her hands behind her head, her legs apart. "Whatever you want. The only thing I ask is that you take me in the rear before this night is through." "That's the nicest demand I've heard in a long time." I laughed. Karen and I played with Debbie a long time. Karen had an encyclopedic knowledge of sex toys, and I found out that somewhere between her Tupperware parties, and her most recent job, she used to host Sex Toy parties for the girls. We stretched out beside Debbie, using a dildo and vibrator on her pussy, making her come for us. Unlike Beth, she didn't have multiple continuous orgasms. She would come hard, and then would come down, and needed to be worked on for a while to get her to come again. We turned her over, and while she and I were in 69, Karen worked a vibrator in her pussy. I nibbled on her clit, and worked a small butt plug into her ass, using plenty of lube. I felt like she was trying to get me to come before she did. I finally pulled away, and she smiled at me, knowing she'd won. We played with her ass and pussy a while, using the butt plugs, dildos, and vibrator. On the advice of Karen I decided to screw Debbie with the string of balls in her ass, pulling them out as she came. I fucked her for at least 10 minutes, while slipping those large balls in her ass. "I'm going to love using your butt tonight Debbie." I told her while I massaged her cheeks with all the balls inside. "Do it." She answered me. With my cock working Debbie over, and the six 1-inch balls lodged deep in her ass, I watched Beth getting herself involved again, sharing an incredible kiss with Debbie, while Karen applied the vibrator to Debbie's clit. I could tell we were building her up to a huge orgasm, and when she pulled her mouth off of Beth's, moaning, I knew we had her. "Come for me baby, come for me." I told her, fucking her with long, fast and hard strokes. She cried out loudly, and I pulled the first ball out of her ass, tearing a second cry out of her. On the second and third balls she moaned but on the fourth she shivered all over. "Oh!" she finally exclaimed on number five. I kept my cock going in and out of her on each of these. "Only one to go," I told her, very slowly pulling it out. When it was visible and ready to pop out, I held it there, holding her hole wide open, just short of coming out of her. "God, please Jack," she moaned. I pulled it out, and without a second thought, I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and entered her gaping ass with one hard push. "Oh my God!" she cried, her whole body trembling. Karen slapped me on the back, hard. "You are just plain evil!" she told me. I was already pretty close, and I drove in and out of her ass as if my life depended on it. She fell to the bed, lying flat, and I grabbed her hips and pulled up enough to continue my assault. I clutched her ass cheeks in my hands and watched my cock split her. Karen started the vibrator on her again, but she pushed it away. "No more, please, no more vibrator, just his dick in my ass," Debbie gasped. "Come for me Jack, come in my ass," she demanded of me, pushing back against my strokes. "As you wish," I answered. I drove the full length of my thick cock in and out of her tiny stretched hole. On each stroke I watched as the head came all the way out, and her ass stayed gaping open just long enough for me to fill it again, driving balls deep. The feeling was incredible, and I grabbed her hips tight, screaming out as I filled her ass with my cum, before I collapsed from exhaustion. "If that was any hotter, it would have set these damn sheets ablaze," Beth told us, caressing us both where we lay, completely spent. "Two down, one to go." Karen joked, "And it looks like number one is getting her second wind." I was so tired, it ached to laugh, but I tried. Debbie rolled over and gave me a kiss. "That was nice." "Nice?" Beth asked. "Nice?? Oh my God, you all are crazy." she gasped. It was then the doorbell rang. "Who the hell could that be?" I groused, getting up and putting on a robe. I looked out the door, and saw Jim there, flowers in hand, all cleaned up. I almost laughed out loud. I opened the door. "Hey Jim." "Hi, Jack." He stuttered, taking in my wardrobe. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't think you'd be in bed, it's not even 10:00 on a Saturday. I just wanted to stop by and say hi for a bit." He was talking a mile a minute, red in the face. He knew that I knew good and well why he was there. "No, it's Ok, Jim. Mi Casa es su casa. Help yourself to a beer and have a seat in the living room. I'll be right out." I sat him down, heading back to the bedroom. "What the hell is he doing here, and why did you invite him in?" Beth asked. "Doesn't he know it's after 10:00?" "That's right Beth; you're not caught up on the latest news. I'm sure Karen can tell you why he's here." I told her, teasing Karen. "Jesus. I didn't think he'd be back tonight. What am I supposed to do?" Karen asked. "That's up to you. You can send him home, or you can take him upstairs and play with him. We could even take a break and visit for a while. But he's definitely your problem." I told her. "That's not fair. You are the one who invited him to use me," Karen hissed. "I wouldn't put it that way. Debbie was there when you wanted to play after the moving," I reminded her. "I was only along for the ride." "Shit, Jack. Help me here," she asked, seriously. "Why don't we toss on some clothes and go out and visit for a while. If you decide you want to get rid of him, let me know, invite me out to the kitchen or something, and I'll let him down easy. If you decide later you want to play, just take him upstairs." "What about us, tonight?" Karen asked, anxiously. "We already had 'us', tonight, and we'll have 'us' tomorrow, and the day after. There's no shortage of time for us." I tried to reassure her. Debbie had already gotten up, and put on her panties, and a t-shirt of mine. Karen and Beth were climbing off the bed, when I heard the front door close. "Oh shit, I'll be right back." I told my girls, as I made a beeline for the door. I caught Jim before he could get to his car. "I'm sorry, it was a bad time. I don't know what I was thinking." He apologized. "Not at all Jim, it's a great time. The girls have worn me out, and the night is still young. We just had to get a little more presentable. Come on back and visit." I cajoled him back into the house, and the ladies exited my room in a group, three women running the gamut from cute to pretty to beautiful, all disheveled, and dressed in T-shirts that were far too large. They sat around the living room making drink demands which I fulfilled before joining them. "You guys are a little loud, want to keep it down just a bit? There're girls sleeping in here," I cautioned them. "You have MORE girls here?" Jim asked incredulously, nearly choking on his drink. Debbie and Karen broke into a case of the giggles they couldn't stop for a full minute. "Six-year-old girls," I reminded him. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry." He mumbled, turning red. We talked about his dance class for a while. He was on a country line-dance team, and they were practicing almost nightly before heading off to the Nationals in San Diego, in two weeks. I was apparently the only one that knew about it, and it gave us lots of stuff to talk about. The girls all professed to be bad dancers, and before long we were clearing out the furniture as Jim gave us a little private instruction. We learned a line dance, and then he gave the girls individual dance lessons, and we could all see how the contact with these beautiful women was affecting him. Truth be told, it was really a good time, and we all agreed we'd have to hit the dance-bars together, even though I was a classic-rock kind of guy, and detested the country twang. I could also see that Karen was thawing to him again, and I guessed he wouldn't be sent out into the cold night anytime soon. While Debbie got her private dance lesson, I went to refill the drinks and Karen followed me into the kitchen. "You really don't mind if I take him upstairs?" Karen asked me, leaning into me, her hard nipple against my chest. "Of course not." I told her, leaning down and giving her a kiss. "I love to see charity work." That appeared to piss her off, and I knew I'd slipped up. "That was uncalled for. I thought he was like your best friend," she told me icily. "He is. He and Joe. I'm sorry; that was mean of me. But I've tried so hard in the past to get him hooked up and he always self-destructs. I keep waiting for him to really screw up, knowing it can't last." CvsN 09: Threepeat "I think he's sweet. Did you see the flowers he brought? And he was going to leave when he thought he was interrupting. You'd never do that. You'd have walked in and joined us. He's considerate." "Karen, he's a great guy. He's been my friend for ages, and I love him like a brother. I think it's wonderful that you were his first. You are perfect for him, able to take control and guide him, and he needs the help." I told her, taking her back in my arms, and peeking out to see he was dancing with Beth again, and teaching her some twirl that brought her t-shirt up around her waist exposing her tiny panties. Beth was clearly a great dancer, and denying it was just BS. "I don't think he's ready for the whole gang," Karen confessed. "No, you're right, and the 'gang' may not be ready for him. I think if you don't want him to head out alone, it would be nice of you to take him upstairs and show him the gentle side of lovemaking." "Like you'd know anything about that." She laughed, pushing away, and heading back out to the living room where she cut in on Beth, demanding her turn. We were seated, chatting, and I realized that Karen didn't know how to make the break. I never would have believed it, but I think in some ways she was almost as nervous as Jim. "Jim, I'm glad you came over, and thanks for helping Karen move today, but I'm beat. I think I'm going to hit the sack." I told him, standing up and stretching. "Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't realize how late it was." He jumped up, and made to head for the door. "No, don't leave on my account. Stay for a bit." I told him. "Yeah, please stay," Karen told him, putting her hand out to him and pulling him back down to the couch. I walked over to Karen and gave her a big kiss before I helped Debbie and Beth to their feet. They said goodnight, each one giving Jim a friendly kiss, and a decent view down the neck of their shirts, before the pair joined me in front of the door to my bedroom. "'Night, all." I said, as I guided the oh-so delicious Debbie and Beth back into my room. We closed the door behind us, and quickly divested ourselves of the little clothing we had on, before climbing in the bed together. "I know what they'll be doing, I know what they'll be doing," Beth chanted with a giggle. "Ok, let's be nice girls," I warned them. "It's nice that they're having fun together, and if things work out between them, it could simplify some things around here." "Oh right," Beth answered. Debbie wasn't likely to answer, since her mouth was already full with my hardening dick. "Like you're not going to pump her when you get the chance, whether Jim's involved or not." "Please! You wound me. If Karen and Jim become an item, and they want exclusivity, far be it from me to break them up. I know better than to go where I'm not wanted." I acted hurt, devastated. "But if they're willing?" Beth asked teasingly, caressing Debbie's hair while I received my blowjob. "I'm willing to play, but not at the expense of us," I answered, a little more breathlessly. "Ok. As long as we all understand each other." Beth said. Debbie was looking at me longingly, while raising and lowering her face on my cock. I know what she wanted. I reached down and lifted her face up off of me, and then turned to lay her down in the middle of the bed. I climbed between her legs and was about to put it to her, when I stopped. "Beth, want to help me here?" I asked as I slid down the bed, bringing my face over Debbie's smooth mound. Beth hesitated a bit, and finally joined me between Debbie's legs. We were pretty quiet as we played with the pussy opened up before us. After using our fingers, I decided to step up the action, and leaned down and gave a long slow lick along the length of her slit. I then turned to Beth looking at her. She took the cue, and tentatively leaning close, her small tongue snuck out and traced the edge of one labial lip up to the top. "I can't believe I did that," she said huskily. "I can't believe how beautiful it is when you do," I told her. I leaned back in and used my tongue to stroke in and out of Debbie before sliding up to her clit and parking there for a few seconds, slowly pulling away, my lips tugging at hers. Beth leaned down and placed her mouth over Debbie's pussy. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I caressed her back and shoulders as she did. "God, that's making me so hot, to have my tongue inside her," she gasped. "I'm sorry, but I have to interrupt this," I told her. "I have to be inside her." Beth moved away, laying down beside Debbie, holding her, while I climbed between Debbie's legs, and opened her pussy to my need. Placing the purple helmet against her, I pushed just inside, and then laid on top of her and slowly, gently, made love to her. "You two look so good together," Beth said, her hand cupping one of Debbie's breasts as she watched us make love. "She's pretty enough to make even me look good." I laughed. I spent a long time in Debbie, as she liked it, holding her, my chest against hers, kissing her face, telling her how beautiful she was and how great she felt. How much I needed her. And how much I loved being in her and loved her. I could see her eyes glisten. "I need to come now," I told her, my breathing shortening, my strokes more hurried. "Come in me. Please." She answered, thrusting up against me. I never could say no to a beautiful woman. * * * * End of Convenience Vs. Need, Chapter 9 - Threepeat * * * * Things seem great don't they? Things get complicated soon. You won't want to miss Chapter 10, Complications. Nothing we can't deal with, just some odd turns in the road. * * * * Thanks for all the votes! I can't believe how great you readers are. Keep voting, and thanks again!