3 comments/ 105418 views/ 22 favorites CvsN 13: Amie and Robin By: Tx Tall Tales A previously unpublished chapter in the story of Jack, and the home he shares with three lovelies. * * * * Amie submits her 'resume', and the sister situation becomes more of an issue. * * * * Jim and Joe both decided to stay and help for the morning, so we headed back to what used to be the shop, and was now starting to shape up into a half-way decent place to put the daycare. We had some door-hanging to do, as well as some wiring and carpeting. The tasks around the place seemed endless. I couldn't resist asking Jim what happened with him. "Karen made it VERY clear. Robin was 100% off limits." He admitted. "But I saw Robin head up there, what happened? I didn't hear any screaming, and everyone was alive this morning." I teased. "This whole thing is so fucked up. Karen had already asked me if I'd fucked Robin. I told her of course not. I was with her, not her sister. I guess that was the right answer. She asked me what Robin had been up to, and I told her, and while I was doing that she took it on herself to try to fuck my brains out. She rode me like a cowgirl at the rodeo. "Right at the end of it Robin walked in, and then apologized for busting in on us. Karen just told her to sit, then she finished getting me off, while Robin sat in a chair in the room. It was so hot, her watching us, I didn't last another minute." He sounded as incredulous as it seemed. "Then they had an almost normal chat. Karen suggested I might want to take a shower, and while I did, I heard them getting a little louder, but I couldn't tell what they were saying. By the time I was done Robin was gone." "So that didn't seem too weird, except for the part of Robin watching you guys." Joe chimed in, reminding us he was there. "No, that wasn't too weird. But Karen started asking me if I wanted to do her sister." "Not enough to mess up what we've got going," I told her. "And what exactly do we have going?" She asked me. "I'm not sure." I confessed, "But, God, please don't let it stop!" "She laughed again, and got me worked up again. She likes to be on top a lot, and she rode me a long while, warning me not to screw with Robin, or she'd never touch me again." I gave him a shot in the arm. "I warned you, didn't I? You got lucky on that one." "No, that still wasn't the weird part," he answered. "This morning, I woke up and Robin was in bed on the other side of Karen and they were whispering. Then Karen got up to go to the bathroom, and Robin scooted over close to me and cuddled up next to me." "Oh shit," I laughed at his predicament. "I tried to pretend I was still half-asleep, but she started nibbling on my shoulder, and then when she reached for my cock, I had to get out of that bed before I was in hot water. I mean boiling water. I stood there beside the bed, hard, with a half-naked girl in the bed, and scared. Then Karen was beside me, and she led me back to bed." "It's Ok," she told me, and then Robin stroked my cock up and down. Like after just a couple of strokes I was almost ready to come. Then Karen said enough, and she climbed on top of me, and started to fuck me, but shit, I was so worked up, if I didn't have to take a wicked piss, I would have come immediately. As it was I only lasted a little while, and as soon as I came, I had to hurry and take a leak - I swear I almost pissed in her." "What did Robin do?" Joe asked. "Nothing. She just stroked me, and then Karen did me, and Robin watched. Didn't say nothing. Didn't touch either of us. What do you think it means?" He asked us. I laughed. "I have no idea. Welcome to the world of women. Who can figure out what the fuck is going on inside their heads? If you want to, you might just ask Karen. Or just wait and see. But I wouldn't do anything with Robin, without Karen's direct say-so. Capiche?" "Shit," he mumbled, and we just laughed. He couldn't help it and pretty soon we were all laughing at his plight. Joe had to leave before lunch, and we never really did talk much about the night before. Jim and I broke for lunch, and we decided to call it a day for the garage. We gave the girls a tour of our 90% complete job before we had our sandwiches. It really was starting to shape up. After lunch things got weird again. Beth headed out to her parent's house and reminded me that I was to join them around 5:30pm. Like I was looking forward to that. Then Jim headed home, and Karen took her sister across town to get the last of her things. It was just me and Debbie, and I was thinking of having a little playtime to ourselves, but she was headed out to do some shopping, and was taking the little ones for some ice-cream and a play-date with some friends from school. Just like that it went from a house full, to just me. So I decided to kick back, and watch the Orioles on TV. It was a treat. "Hey handsome," a voice nudged me out of my dreams. The sudden earthquake evaporated and I looked up not recognizing what I was seeing. A big pair of glasses. Brown eyes. Reddish brown hair. "Where is everyone?" she asked. Amie. That was her name. "Hi Amie. Nobody here. I guess I must have napped watching the game." I suddenly started, wondering what time it was. I looked around almost frantically. "Shit, what time is it?" "About 3:30 I guess," Amie said. "Oh! Ok, thanks," I breathed a sigh of relief. Amie was sitting next to me. Close. Real close. "This is the first time I've seen you that you weren't surrounded by your harem," she said, laughingly. "No kidding. This place is Grand Central Station, although I wouldn't call it a harem." I told her, turning off the TV with the remote. "Hell, looks like Karen got herself a boyfriend, which I guess it probably for the best, and her sister is certainly not part of my 'harem'." "Cool. Sounds like you might have an opening." She edged closer, turning a bit towards me. "Are you interviewing?" She said it teasingly, but her offer seemed to be genuine. I looked her over. So slender; she was wearing a short skirt, almost a mini-skirt, and a tight scoop-neck shirt. She looked tasty. While I was looking her over, she leaned into me, her hand on my chest. I was at a loss for words. "I know. I'm a skinny boy compared to Beth and Debbie." She sounded almost forlorn. "No. You're beautiful. But I'm sort of committed to them right now." I told her. "Beth thinks it would be cool. Us, I mean. It would be cool." She said leaning into me even more, much of her weight on my shoulders, and she was half-way into my lap. "You're kidding, right?" I told her, my arms wrapping around her of their own volition. "Nope. She asked me if I was going to sleep with you when we were all doing the daycare. She thought I should." She leaned forward and let her lips brush mine. Strawberry. "Should I?" My answer was a long warm kiss, that raised a passion inside of me I would have thought was taken care of the night before. Her ass felt great in my hands. Then she was straddling me, and she pulled her shirt off over her head. Her breasts were unencumbered by a bra, and the smallish mounds were topped with the most picture perfect nipples, hard as diamonds against my tongue. She smelled wonderful, my nose buried in the valley of her breasts, and I breathed deep. She pulled away and I raised my hips while she pulled my shorts down, taking my boxers with them. Without warning or hesitation, she put her mouth over the top of my cock, and tongued the head, while her slender cool hands toyed with my balls, caressing them, feeling their heft. I don't know how much experience she had with men, but I know she was pretty damn comfortable sucking my cock. She went at it with a frenzied zest, pleasuring me shamelessly. It was only the third or fourth time I'd ever talked to this girl, and I was about to empty a load in her warm and inviting mouth. Hell, I'd been half-asleep 10 minutes ago. I considered warning her, but instead just held her face, while I gave up her well-earned reward. She took every drop I offered, and never even slowed down. I was a little sensitive, but now she was gentle, using her tongue and lips to keep me from getting soft. First sucking me clean, then laving my shaft with her tongue and gently coaxing the steel back into my rod. I was soon as hard as ever, and I watched in amazement as she stood up and reached under her skirt, pulling off her panties. She pulled her skirt up just enough to straddle me comfortably, and lowered her tight little twat onto my awaiting staff. She just eased herself down, oh so slowly. When I was buried inside her, she closed her eyes and breathed a sigh. We hadn't spoken a word since our first kiss. "I just had to see if I could take it. You're so much bigger than my boyfriend was." "Seems like a perfect fit." I told her. "Doesn't it? Made for each other." She said with a satisfied tone to her voice. Slowly, so slowly, she worked her way up and down my shaft, fucking herself deeply and thoroughly. She seemed content with that, but it wasn't long before I needed more, needed to assert myself. She allowed me to place her on her back, and fuck her hard and deep. Pulling out, to the sound of her saddened moan, I reached down and slid her skirt off of her, leaving her naked except for her Keds. Her eyes burned with need as she spread her legs wider, holding them just behind the knees. I took my stiff rod in hand, and introduced him back to that sweet young twat. She responded eagerly, thrusting back against my thrusts, taking as much of me as she possibly could. God, she felt great. But I still wanted more. I positioned her again, kneeling on the couch, her arms and head over the back. I stood behind her and found the position ideal. Her long legs provided just enough rise; I didn't have to bend down too much to enter her. I looked down at her long slender torso stretching away from me. I could see where her skin had rubbed against the edge of the cushions, leaving red marks streaking across her shoulders and lower back, just where her hips swelled out. Holding her lean hips, her hip-bones like handles in my hands, I pulled her forward and back countering my thrusts, as I revelled in the feeling of fucking this pretty teen. I closed my eyes, losing myself in my senses, my entire being distilled down to the length of meat drilling her slippery tunnel. My sensitivity was increasing, I could feel the tug of her nether-lips holding me, resisting each outward pull. I was long-stroking her, pulling out until my head was barely nestled in her warmth, her walls pressing against the sensitive crest. I'd push steadily, burying my meat, letting the tightness slide up my shaft up to within an inch of my balls. I had to stop, or come, and I didn't want to come yet. I pulled out and when she turned around, seemingly ready for anything, I helped her up. She stood there, tall, skinny, her skin gleaming, her nipples bright red and amazingly hard. The hollow of her belly, the little pooch at the bottom, and the ridges of her ribs showing just got me hotter and hotter. Her eyes were bright, curious, her lips inviting. I had to taste her lips again, and kissed her briefly, just teasing myself. I sat, out on the edge of the couch, and invited her aboard. She smiled beautifully, and straddled me again. She felt so warm, against my cooling flesh, as I was engulfed by her young, lightly furred pussy. I gazed into her youthful face, so smooth and open. I pulled her face to mine, kissing her deeply. She rocked back and forth on my cock. My hands explored her body, slowly caressing her, toying with her tits, squeezing her delicious ass cheeks. I stretched out under her and let her fuck me again. I was getting close once more, and was ready to finish with her. She was breathing heavily, working hard to get me off. She was moaning for me, screwing me wonderfully. I wanted it. I wanted her to feel my hot cum bathing her insides. I grabbed her ass, holding it tight, as I thrust viciously, closer and closer. She hunched over, her moans cut off as her mouth bit down on my shoulder. She bit hard as she came on my cock, flooding me with her juices. I'd never known a girl to get so wet when she came. The wetness and the new sound of my slamming into her soaking pussy was enough to send me over the edge, and I followed within moments, my hips thrusting halfway to the ceiling, almost tossing her. I came down from my sexual high, holding her close, while I caught my breath, and allowed my heart to gradually ease back to a more human speed. "That was amazing," she whispered to me. Her voice cut through my lust clouded mind. What the hell was I doing? Fucking this kid in my house? I could barely keep up with Beth and Debbie, never mind the occasional toss with Karen and Cathy. Yet the first cutie to offer herself to me, I roll over for like a dog. "I'm sorry," I told her releasing her and easing her off me. "I shouldn't have done that." "Why not? That was great!" She argued, her hand fluttering across my chest. "It was wonderful, you were wonderful, but I'm in a relationship," I confessed. "I don't mind. Really. I share nice too." She teased, reaching lower, her finger toying with my wet, limp cock. I reluctantly dragged myself away from her, before her soft touch had me going again. "It's not my call to make. I mean that was incredible, really, but I shouldn't have done that." "Yes, you should have. And Beth wanted me to get with you." "Let's get you dressed. Anyone could be here any moment. And Beth and Debbie and I need to have a long talk, long before they see you naked around here." "So you think you might see me naked around here again?" she asked, as she tugged her panties back up her legs, trapping my dripping cum. "You are a gorgeous, sweet girl, and it must be obvious how much I enjoyed that. If it's alright with Beth and Debbie, I'd certainly love a repeat, but I don't want to be doing this behind their back. Doing it today was wrong. Not because of you, but because of me, and my commitments to them." I was almost fully dressed by the time I got it all out. I sat down to put my shoes back on, which I had kicked off at some point, and she sat next to me, cuddling up. She had her skirt back on but was still naked from the waist up. "I won't push it," she told me, while applying kisses to my shoulders and neck that contradicted her words. "But the offer is open. That was really nice, and I get wet and tingly all over thinking of doing you with Beth along to watch and help." I was finally able to shoo Amie out of the house, and I was feeling immensely guilty. What had I been thinking? Not too much time for that though, I still had to clean up and head over to Beth's house for the evening. * * * The less said about that ordeal the better. I wasn't really sure what she had told her parents, but over appetizers, I came to understand that they believed she was living in my house platonically, and that we had two other room-mates. They were interested in finding out more about this notion of hers of leaving her job and starting a day-care on my property. What did I know about the business? Who was this "Debbie" that was going to be her partner? How were we going to come up with the start-up capital? Was I trying to stop her from going to college in the fall? How would this affect her swimming aspirations? Damn. A lot of questions. But at least ones I could answer for the most part. The conversation carried over to a good, if not inspired dinner. Of course, I was getting spoiled by Debbie's unreasonably outstanding culinary arts. We talked about the separate building, the business plan, the financing by subdividing and taking out a mortgage on the business part of the property. Talking numbers seemed to make Beth's father, George, feel better. The more numbers the better. I even invited him over to take a look at the place. Beth's mother on the other hand wasn't so easy to take care of. She wasn't a bad looking woman, carrying a few extra pounds but wearing them pretty well. I could see where Beth had gotten some of her looks from. The rest must have been from the mailman, her old man was down right butt-ugly. Susan grilled me on the living arrangements. I explained about my room downstairs, and the rooms upstairs for the women. She wanted to know more about the kids. Beth volunteered some information, but Susan wanted to hear it from me, so I expanded on what she had said. "So, are you dating?" she asked me. "Or are one of these women your girlfriend?" "I'm not really in a single, serious relationship," I answered, not quite lying. I was actually in at least two. "We do go out some, and I feel a little weird acting like the man about the house for two six-year olds, but we've only been in the house a few weeks now, and life is too hectic to be running around getting involved in dating now." Of course, they had to know that Beth and I had gone out several times before this whole house-thing had started, but blessedly that didn't come up at the table. Dinner was mercifully short, and George and I retired to the den while the women cleaned up. He offered me a drink, and as I sipped on the Scotch and water, he broke the ice again. "Three women under one roof, and two of them divorced. I don't know whether to envy you, or feel sorry for you." His laugh sounded a bit forced. "Well, one of them is dating right now, and that may help a bit, but her sister wants to move in for the summer, as if I didn't have enough estrogen in the building." I answered, smiling. "Once they've been in there a while, and they all get on the same cycle, you may want to move out to that daycare building for one week out of the month." We both got a chuckle out of that one. "She's going to college in the fall." He told me abruptly. "I know she'd applied," I told him. "Applied, hell! She's got two scholarships for swimming. She turned down Florida for GW. Now George Washington is a great school, and their program is excellent - but Florida? A top 5 school, and a full ride at that? Did you have anything to do with that?" He seemed a little agitated. "God's honest truth, George, I never heard a word about it until now." I told him honestly. "George Washington is supposed to be a terrific school, though. Maybe it's the academics." I answered. "That's what she said," he muttered. "How can she turn down a $20,000 dollar a year scholarship, where she'll be the top dog, to move to Florida, and be lucky to swim until her junior year?" "I don't know much about the swimming world. I think you'll just have to trust her on this one." I told him. "Yeah, but it's hard. She's our baby. Only child. I only want the best for her," he told me. "Can't do much better than that, school wise." I answered. "There is that. She's talking about a Masters in Education. I certainly couldn't afford it on my own." The women broke in around then, and Beth reminded them that we both had to work the next day. She had swimming at 5:30 am. It was time to move on. George seemed reasonably calm about the whole thing, but on the way out the door Susan tugged me aside for just a second, and whispered in my ear, "Don't you dare break her heart." She didn't say it in a joking or even friendly manner. Crap. * * * When I got home, there was an almost palpable chill in the air. The living room was empty. Beth's car wasn't there yet, so the talk I was hoping to have with her would have to wait. I found Debbie in the kitchen. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her. "Don't tell me what you guys had for dinner, I'll probably end up crying." I teased her. "Survived the event, did you?" She asked concernedly. "Barely, but the Mom has her claws out." CvsN 13: Amie and Robin "Grrrrowl," she answered, "Momma's gotta protect her baby. What do they know?" "Nothing it looks like, but the Momma suspects." I sighed. Debbie seemed a bit subdued. "More chaos on the home front." "Oh no. What now?" I asked. "Sisters. Maybe you should talk to Karen. She's upstairs alone." She peeled my arms from around her, and gave me a push. Sisters. What had I been thinking. * * * Karen was in bed, but let me in. She'd been awake, reading, it looked like. She was wearing an oversized tee, crawled back into bed, and patted the bed at her side for me to sit down. "So you already heard, hunh?" She asked wearily. "Nope. But Debbie thought we should talk." Ten seconds later I had a sobbing Karen on my hands. The last thing I ever expected. She was a cruel-world-hardened woman who'd been through a lot. Tears had never been a part of it as far as I knew. I held her while she sobbed and the story came out. She'd raised her sister since Robin was fourteen. By the time Robin was seventeen, she'd been a major factor in breaking up Karen's engagement at the time. By the time little sis was shuffled off to college, it turned out she'd slept with at least three of Karen's serious relationships. Including her ex-husband. There was a lot of anguish roiling around in her. She calmed down over time and talked more in depth about her sister's problems. She always had to chase whoever Karen was with. After two years of college, they had seemed to get along well enough for Robin to move back in with her, but that only lasted a few months, before it happened again. It was like she couldn't help herself. "What's wrong with me?" she sobbed in self-pity. "Why can't I keep a man?" she asked. "It's certainly not a problem with this," I told her teasingly, trying to add a little levity by caressing her body. "For you maybe. You'd fuck a snake if it would stay still long enough," she giggled, sniffing. "It would have to be a big snake, and non-poisonous," I assured her. "It sure didn't keep you tethered to me," she whined. "Within two weeks you had a new little chippie, and I was relegated to third string." "I thought you didn't want any serious relationship with me," I countered. "I know, but still it's hard." "Hard, and not looking like it's getting any relief soon," I teased again, thrusting my hips into her side. "GOD. You are impossible." She growled, but I think she liked the idea of turning me on. She could still do that easily enough. And I hadn't fucked her sister. Yet. Before I could defend myself, she sat up in bed, and wrestled my pants off of me. Within a twinkling she had her shirt off, and was delightfully naked. She crawled on top of me, slid me inside and rested on my chest. "I love how you feel inside me," she said softly. I held her, just nudging my hips back and forth, stroking her back. "Me too." "Why can't it just be like this?" she asked softly. "It can, whenever you want." I told her "It's why I always come back to you. It's never just you and me, but it's always wonderful," she purred, holding me tightly. "At least this time I'm not your damn slave. I mean, not legally." "What about Jim?" I asked, purposely ignoring her odd reference. "Oh, Jim's going to fuck her. I know it." "You want me to throw her ass out? I will." "I know you will," she said, getting up off me and riding me a little less delicately. "It's nice to know. But I don't think so." "Having her in the room, while you two are screwing can't be helping the situation." I told her. "I don't know. She's always done it behind my back. I'm wondering if this wouldn't change things." She told me, her tits rocking back and forth just in front of my face, distracting me. "Maybe. It seems to be a deep-rooted thing. I don't think she does it out of spite. Maybe she can't help herself." I said, while thrusting a little more urgently. "I know. She's so repentant afterwards. And once she takes them, she dumps them right away." She had been unbuttoning my shirt. Once she had it open she stopped, resting a bit. I turned her onto her back, and entered her again, easily. I pealed off my shirt, and tossed it to the side. "She wants what you have. Because you have it. Maybe sharing with her would be enough." I told her, giving her long smooth strokes. She had closed her eyes, and now she opened them. I could see a bit of fire in them. "She should just get her own guy." "I know. Maybe we can help with that. There're plenty of guys at work who could use a girlfriend." I said. "I wouldn't wish that on anyone," she laughed, wrapping her legs around me, and pulling me in. "Fuck me, Jack, like you care." "Silly girl." I laughed, thrusting deeply. "You know I care." "I know. I just need to be reminded." I didn't know if she meant she needed the fucking or the caring. Probably both. I was willing enough to help out in both areas. I fucked her hard, holding her face in my hands and kissing that ornery, teasing, talented mouth. She kissed me passionately, gasping and thrusting against me. We fucked in silence, which was highly unusual for us, going on and on until she cried out underneath me. Gasping, I caught my breath, slowing the pace. I wasn't all that close yet, and I rolled off of her, onto my side, breathing hard. She lifted her leg, twisting her body, and maneuvered me back inside of her. I was able to screw her again, just using my hips, while I played with her breasts. "You are so predictable. You just love playing with these puppies." She laughed, a genuine laugh, while she squeezed her own breasts. "Guilty." "You going to come for me?" she asked. "In a bit, no hurry," I said. "You want something else? I could blow you. Or you could do me back there if you need to." I held the leg between us, working deeper into her. "Happy as a clam right here." "Good." She leaned back, letting me screw her. "You're a little too big for my butt, anyway." "I don't think so." "I know you don't think so. But my poor worn out butthole does. I'm still sore as hell from yesterday." "Want me to kiss it and make it better." I asked, innocently. "Like hell. One second you'll be kissing. Then your evil tongue will be in there, then your un-relenting fingers, and next thing you know I'll be begging you to ream me until I scream. I need a break." "Works for me. I fought long and hard to get inside this sweet little pussy of yours, and I'm not leaving it." "Yes, you did, didn't you? Man, you wanted me bad." She laughed again. "I did, and I do." I told her, once again thrusting with vigor. "But not as bad as Jimbo. He's definitely infatuated with everything down there." The giggling was infectious and we both starting giggling. She laughed harder, eventually pushing me out. "Oh, I'm sorry," she gasped in laughter. Then she was on her hands and knees. "Kiss my boo-boo, Jack." "Karen...' "Just kiss it," she said, wiggling her ass. I leaned in and kissed her reddened little back-door. She sighed when I did. I kissed it again, then let my tongue tease it a bit. She reached back and spread her cheeks wide for me, allowing my tongue to penetrate her. She moaned. I pointed my tongue and drove it into her. "Ohh, I knew that evil tongue would come out and make me feel all better. Didn't I tell you?" I sat up and slid my cock back inside her warm slice, before nudging my thumb against her ass. "Gently lover, it really is sore." Then she abruptly pulled away and crawled to the edge of the bed. She opened a drawer and pulled out a tube, passing it to me. "Now do that again." I didn't need telling twice. I slid my cock back home, then put a few drops at the top of her crack and slowly worked my thumb inside her. I added a few more drops, while I pumped her above and below. "That's better. A lot better. It hardly hurts at all." She dropped her head back to the bed, and reached back spreading her cheeks wide for me, here fingers brushing my thumb as she opened herself. I was really hard now, feeling it. I pulled my thumb out, and before I could do more, she twisted her torso sideways, and slipped two fingers into her own ass. It looked so tempting. I squirted a little more lube on her fingers. "Two fingers aren't bad. You want to try?" she said softly, working her fingers around. I slid a finger beside hers. She removed her index finger, leaving her middle finger buried to the second knuckle. "Mmmm, nice. Another?" My second finger slid in beside the first. She tugged to the side, and I could see a dark gap open between our fingers. "Damn, you are a bad boy, didn't I say you'd be slipping your fingers in my ass, given half a chance?" "I can't help myself around you, you know that. It's always been that way." My cock was buried in her slippery twat, as we toyed with her well used ass. "I think I could take a little more. Maybe a lot more." She slid her finger out and clutched her ass cheek, pulling. I wasn't sure why she wanted this, but I was willing. I slid my fingers out, and she straightened on the bed, her other hand now holding the other cheek, as she waited for me spread wide. I could see more of the pink inner surface of her ass, and it was calling me. I lathered more lube on my cock, and placed the head at her opening. "Let me know if I need to stop," I warned her, and gave a gentle push. I slid in easily, almost halfway with one firm push. She was definitely ready. "Ream me until I scream," she gasped. "I won't last long," I confessed, pushing in deeper. "Neither will I, trust me," she urged, pushing back against me. I stroked in and out of her ass, using my entire length. She shuddered each time I bottomed out, and then moaned when I pulled away. "Is it good," she asked, anxiously. "Incredible, you know that." I gasped, pumping faster. "Yes, fuck my ass, Jack, fuck it!" I obeyed, shaking the bed with my thrusting. "FUCK!" she cried out, her hands now working away on her clit while she took my all. I reached for her shoulders, pulling her hard against me, while I slammed into her a few more times. I couldn't hold back a second longer and didn't want to. I buried my rod inside her tight ass, and bathed her bowels with my burning cum. "Oh, God, I feel it. I feel it." She cried out, reaching back and grasping my balls, trapping me in her ass. As I finished inside her, she released me, and slid to the bed. I followed her down, not wanting to back out, enjoying the feel of being so far inside her. "I can't help myself with you." She said softly. "Me either." I groaned, rolling off of her, and laying back on the bed. "You bastard. I knew you'd do it no matter what. Now I'll be sore for the rest of the week." She told me, with a false anger. She got up and went to the bathroom, returning with a facecloth to wipe me down. "Yeah, but whenever you see me smile, you'll know why." She washed my shriveling cock carefully, quietly. "Maybe you're right. I'll share Jimbo, but I'll set the limits. Maybe it's what we need," she said thoughtfully. "Maybe, I don't know." I was a little worried about the idea, to tell the truth. "You're not going to fuck her, are you?" She asked me. She was still holding my cock, a little too tightly. "Hell no. The three of you are enough for me. Too much probably." I laughed. "Four, with Cathy." She reminded me. Five, with Amie, I thought. But I kept that tidbit to myself. * * * The lights downstairs were off. In the bedroom, both my girls were in bed, Beth stretched out, gently snoring. Debbie turned back the covers for me. "Did it help?" she asked, cuddling up to me, once I'd undressed and crawled into our bed. "I think so." I told her a little about Karen's and Robin's problem. "What are we going to do?" she asked, her hands caressing me, and once more awakening my little friend. "I think she's going to share him." "Oh." It was quiet for a bit, but her hand had found my hardness, and she was sliding under the covers. "That should be interesting," she said, her voice muffled. Her lips found my cock, like a homing pigeon home to roost. "Hey," she said, "two hours up there, and nothing happened?" "Front and back, but she cleaned me up." I told her. "She did a good job." Then she was back to business, and I relaxed and let her suck me. She was incredible. She could give me the most incredible blow-jobs, slowly working me up, and yet relaxing me at the same time. No hurry, no forced effort, just an all-encompassing devotion to pleasuring me, until I would slide out of lethargy, half-waking, and empty myself into her wonderful, welcoming, warm mouth. Completely selfless, not looking for anything in return, but the complete relaxation of my body. She was incredible. ========================= Hope you enjoyed it. It's been a while in the works. But the next one should be ready soon. If you liked it, please consider voting.