3 comments/ 96611 views/ 19 favorites CvsN 18: Business Complications By: Tx Tall Tales CvsN 18 -- Business Complications ================ Amie's Dad shows up and makes a deal. He's a welcome new addition around the house, especially for one of our friends. ================ The weekend was a hectic one. I'll say one thing about living with a bevy of beauties: it was never hard to find friends to come over, particularly of the male variety, to pitch in when a job needed doing. Debbie, Beth, Amie, Karen & Robin. Enough eye candy to get any red-blooded man's blood flowing. Add in short-shorts, tied off t-shirts (including Robin's always entertaining tee-proclamations), and tasty snacks and meals, I could understand the allure. I was living the dream. With anywhere from 8 to 12 people working at anytime over the weekend, including an extended stint by Amie's infatuated Eric, things got done in a hurry. Painting, carpeting and linoleum tiling (in the new day-care center) was moving ahead at a breakneck pace. The big surprise came Sunday around noon when a man unknown to me showed up at our door. We were just starting introductions when a tall, slender, auburn-haired beauty nearly bowled me over with a squeal of "Daddy!" Oh crap. I was ready for a grilling, but Mr. Thomas, 'Ron' he insisted, was there to work. I watched him look over our efforts, with an appraising, and probably appreciative, eye. He might have been in his forties, but the way he was looking around, he seemed to enjoy the eye-candy as much as any. Hell, maybe more. "So where's this Day-Care project I keep hearing about?" he asked, cutting to the chase. Amie and I took him out back to project number two, which was really beginning to come together. Making a place suitable for housing kids and infants, and keeping them safe, secure and comfortable was a tricky job. What had once been a three car garage, with lots of concrete pad front and back, and an attached office, workshop and half-bath had undergone a remarkable transformation. Or about 90% of one. "See, Daddy? It's huge! Bigger than Day-One, with lots more play area, and plenty of room for parking and picking up." She gestured excitedly, while I got some odd looks from Derek and Mike, buddies from work who were being directed in their efforts by Beth and Robin. "Looks good," he admitted. "Where can I pitch in?" Robin piped up, never the shy one. "We're building an island of custom cubbys for the kids to store their stuff on one side, and to hold educational supplies and toys on the other." I saw that the guys were working on that, and it looked like the flooring job was finally finished. I had to wonder how he was taking Robin's daily chest message: "Slutty McSlutterson". That was a little over the top even for her. But I guess it was better than Saturday afternoon's "ASS: The Other Vagina". Thank God for small blessings. I left him with Amie and the crowd out back, and headed to the main house. Where I was instantly grilled by Debbie and Karen. I explained as much as I could, and went back to working on the finish around the arches leading from the extension into the main house. By late afternoon Debbie drafted me into bringing beverages out back, fresh squeezed lemonade. And you wonder why I love her. Everyone took a break, and Ron asked me to take a walk with him. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Here it comes. "Taking on a pretty big responsibility here, aren't you?" he asked, breaking out a fat cigar, a good eight inches long, and offering me one. "It's a big task, no doubt. But I've made sure they are doing it right, creating a business plan, finding out all the rules and regulations, lining up the licensing. It's been a couple of months in the making." He passed me a cutter and butane lighter, which I put to good use. "Can't be cheap." "Not that bad really." I explained, "The property was in shambles when I got it. It cost chicken-feed. After I got it fixed up, appraised and got new loans, I still had over 50% equity, so it's not going to break me. Hell, my mortgage is less than my rent was. And the back building was sitting here unused. The property had already been subdivided, so it made the legal issues that much easier." "You've got my Amie pretty excited about this. Most excited I've seen her in a long time," he told me. I wasn't about to go into any details about how excited I'd seen her lately. "I think all the girls are pretty worked up about it. And the truth is, if it makes them happy, then I'm happy." "I hope you don't mind my asking, but what is the relationship here? You and four women living in that house. And some kids, I hear?" I thought about dissembling or even outright lying, but to be honest, Ron seemed like a straight shooter. I'd take my chances with the truth. And that's what he got. The whole truth (or at least a lot of it) from the original relationship, to my deal with Debbie and Beth. I also clued him in on Karen and Jim's relationship, but let him know that Robin was only there for the summer, headed back to school in the fall. I didn't go into any detail about the Robin part of the relationship, not 100% sure what it was myself. My property's pretty big, nearly two full acres, and we'd managed to amble the full perimeter and smoke about half our stogies before I'd completed the explanation. When we got back to the daycare we hung out on the driveway, enjoying the cigars. At the end of my story he gave a good chuckle. "Hell, I can see why you'd want to do this. I guess in your shoes I'd do just about anything to keep those two happy. Debbie was the blonde goddess in the kitchen?" "Yes, sir. Goddess just about describes her. Best damn girl I've ever met, and best looking to boot." "And Beth is quite a head-turner, isn't she. That little hard-body could get a dead man to sit up and howl. Yep, quite the situation you've landed here." I wasn't going to argue with him. "Not to be crass, but what are the business details. How do the earnings get split? Is Amie just an employee, or is she going to be getting a piece of the action?" Ah, it seemed he was finally getting to the point. "I'm not sure, to be honest. She wasn't part of the original intent, but I guess she'd be getting a share of profits." "She's a bright girl, my Ames. Straight A's through most of high school. But she dropped out of college after her freshman year, and took that damned job where she's working now. I thought it was a phase, and was ready to pay for her to get back to school, but I don't know where that's going now. We used to talk all the time; it's just the two of us you know. Her mother passed away when she was 12, breast cancer." "I'm sorry, I didn't know," I told him. "Yeah. She's all I've got. And if this is what she really wants, I'd like to back her in this. For a third of the business, I'm willing to write a check right now. You tell me what you think is fair, and I'll write out the check and foot the finish." I was stunned by his offer. Of all the ways I thought this might turn out, this wasn't one of them. "Ron, that's a generous offer, but I don't know how to take it. I can tell you she'll be a partner in this no matter what. She's already earned that much." He gave me a smile. "Jack, you've been straight with me, and I'll be straight with you. I was ready to pump 100 grand into her education. And I can afford it. You're sitting on a perfect piece of property, great access, lots of room, and have experienced workers. You're only issue may be some business skills, but I think the girls can rise to the occasion, and if need, we can get them any help they'd need. I'd bet this can be a success. I'd say the setup alone is worth a good $150K. Maybe more. I'll bet 50 grand I'm right." Fifty Thousand. Wow. "What's your involvement?" That got me a serious look. "Good question. I like that. No surprises. I'll be a silent investor. It's my girl's job to make it pay. I do have an ulterior motive." He waited to see if I'd bite. "I hope so. She's all you've got. I'd expect no less." "Damned straight. I'm hoping I can convince her to keep educating herself, at least in this business. And it so happens I only live a few miles from here. She'll be nearby where I can keep an eye on her." What can I say? I liked the guy. And I had a certain fondness for his daughter. "Let me run it by the girls, and if they're Ok with it, I think we have a deal." He extended his hand and I shook it. His hand was strong and calloused. "I got work to do. Thanks for the straight talk. I hate a bullshitter. And thanks for what you're doing for Amie. She's absurdly happy right now, and we're talking again. I can't tell you how that makes me feel." And with that he was off getting his hands dirty. Work started winding down, not long after that. By the time the last of my buddy's had departed, probably going home to work off their frustrations after being around a house full of gorgeous, scantily clad women, I was tired and looking forward to a little relaxation. Karen and Jim were staying over, and Robin seemed inclined to play along with them, although she flirted with every male present, including Ron, who seemed to enjoy the attention. Ron stayed for dinner, charming gracious and funny, and Debbie and the sister's seemed to warm to him. Talk revolved around their Day-Care effort, but strayed in a dozen different directions, easily. Before he left for the evening, with the effervescent Amie in tow, I was able to giving him the good news. Both Debbie and Beth were ecstatic by the turn of events. Well, Beth was ecstatic, and Debbie seemed pleased. After a few dozen beers all around, the last of our guests departed, and we had a quiet house, or about as quiet as it ever got in our zoo. Karen, Jim and Robin retired early, probably feeling just as tired as they looked. I was in a great mood, as were my girls, which translated into a wonderful time in our bedroom. It was kind of interesting. Our bedroom escapades were anything but consistent. It wasn't always a matter of the girls working together to pleasure me. Quite often we'd concentrate on one girl or the other, applying all of our attentions to the lucky recipient. The girls had been willing enough to play together under my direction when we first started sleeping together. In the last few weeks, they were more and more open to take the lead with each other, which worked me up to no end. Beth was determined to make it a special night for Debbie. I was figuring it had something to do with the Amie situation and her ready acceptance of Ron. I was happy enough to play along. God knows there's nothing I like better than having Debbie take my cock in one of her three ready openings, and this night I made sure I didn't miss any of them. Naughty Beth was getting in the habit of bringing toys into our bed, and whatever hole I was in, Beth would often tease another, usually Debbie's sweet pussy, if I wasn't buried there. A few times even when I was. We ended with Debbie laying back on me, my cock balls deep in her tight little ass. Beth was glued to her pussy, getting her off over and over again, with my staff stretching her butt hole deliciously. When I popped out, Beth would patiently guide me back in, before getting back to work. As wonderful as it was, it was hard to come that way, and I had to roll the platinum haired beauty onto her hands and knees to finish. Beth wasn't content to let me have my way, and worked her way under us, toy in hand, and abused Deb's poor pussy, while I pounded her butt. It was a glorious way to end a perfect evening, even if I never got to penetrate young Beth anywhere. Just one more heavenly night in the house that lust built. ---- So much for "silent investor". I got a call from Debbie to come straight home after work. Amie's father was over with a bunch of guys out back. Things were hectic at the office, with a couple of snafu's on my project, as we tried to work out a few bugs, but I did manage to get out around 5:00. Arriving home I saw a lot of activity at the garage. I checked in with Debbie who was looking confused and a bit worried. I remembered Ron's comment about "footing the finish" and told Debbie I was sure that's what was going on. Ron was looking over some plans with Robin and what must have been his foreman. He called me straight over and asked me if I was Ok with building a full length covered enclosure out back, so the kids could go outside even when it was raining or the sun was scorching. Looking over the place I counted nearly a dozen men at work. "No moss growing under you," I commented. "Not in this lifetime. The Harrison project was stalled, need to get a re-inspection, so I'd be paying the men to sit on their thumbs anyway. A couple of days here and we can knock this out. With your approval of course." My approval? Hell, it looked nearly complete already. "That sounds great. Save me a bundle in beer and pizza getting my buddies to do half of this." Ron waved the foreman off, and Robin followed him, still discussing cabinets and the office area. I got a good view of her shirt, and was happy that she'd toned it down a bit: "Stick Around. I'll Do Something Naughty." Ron broke out another big cigar. The man loved his vices. I read the label. "Havana?" "I've got a friend. And what good is success if you can't indulge your vices." He took me on a quick tour of the work. "God, I love this. Building, rebuilding, making something from nothing. I hope you love what you do half as much as I do." The man looked in his element, and I was happy for him, if not a little put off by his taking over the work. "You want I should have them look into your addition? I wouldn't want to intrude, but as long they're here, we can finish that up in a heart beat." I realized we were headed that way, and I stopped by the house to hunt down Debbie to make sure she knew everything was alright. Ron accepted a Guinness from me, and after he complemented Debbie on the smells arising from the kitchen (hint, hint) we reviewed the addition. He was a perfectionist, checking out everything, looking into every nook and cranny and asking about a zillion questions. At the end we stood outside looking over the work. "Good work you've done here. Someone knows what they're doing. Makes me feel a little more comfortable." "I've got good friends in the business." "If they're ever in need of work, have 'em look me up. Ok, the way I figure it, about $5k for everything, replace that carpet in the dining room with hardwood floors, fix the one window which isn't level, replace the front stoop and build the wrap-around porch. Finish the inside as well but there's not a whole lot to that." Five thousand seemed stupidly cheap for what he was suggesting. I said as much. "I'm talking my costs, not retail. I'll split it with you. I'll make that check out for 48 thousand." "We gotta work on your math, Ron. I figure that's forty-seven five." "How about you talk your pretty little woman into setting a place for one more for dinner, and we'll call it even?" I had to laugh. "Debbie's a hell of a cook, but $500 bucks for dinner is still a little high." "You're looking at it wrong. If I took out my new partners in a business for dinner, it could run twice that, easy, and if last night is any indicator, it wouldn't taste half as good." He heaved a deep sigh. "Please don't tell me she's half as good in the sack as she is in the kitchen. I don't think my heart could take it." I was a little surprised by the turn of the conversation. "I hate to break it to you, Ron, but she's better." I couldn't help myself. I was proud. "Damn." He heaved a big sigh. "And you're taking turns with her AND Beth. Is there no justice in the world?" "About that. We don't take turns. It's a big bed." The man had a punch like a sledge-hammer. Even in jest. "Damn it! Son, I'm a fan." I tried hard not to rub the ache in my shoulder. "Tell me about this Eric guy," he said. "He's a great guy. One of seven brothers, his brother Joe is my best friend. I've played softball with the Howards for about two years. He and his brother Bill are in carpentry." "Bill Howard? Howard construction? His old man does plumbing?" "Right on all accounts." "Well fuck me with a crowbar. I know Bob. Good man. Does damned good work." "They undertook the lion's share of making sure we put this place back together right. When I say it was a shambles when I got it, that's an understatement. The house wasn't even counted in the original appraisal; it was that bad." "I guess you do know good people. That explains a lot. This is getting better and better. I haven't talked to Bob in years. I'll have to remedy that." "There you are, Daddy! Jerry said you were around here somewhere." Amie jogged up and gave her father a big hug. His smile said more than words ever could. His face lit up like a kid's on Christmas morning. Beth sidled up next to me for a hug and a kiss. "Hi Mr. Thomas. What are you two up to? No good, I bet." "Oh fine. Now that you've got a serious boy-friend, no more hugs for the old man?" Beth giggled and gave him a big hug. "Is there an old man around here? Maybe I should hug him too?" She pulled him down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You staying for dinner?" "If I won't be cramping your style." "I guess I can handle it if you can," she told him. "Daddy," Amie interrupted, "You're not going to try and take this over now, are you?" She sounded serious. "Hey, take it easy! I'll be out of your hair by the end of the week." He held his hands in front of him, proclaiming his innocence. "This is what I do. Once the work is done, I'm out. It's all up to you ladies then." Amie had her arms crossed and was giving him a hard look. "I'm going to hold you to that. We're doing all right on our own." "Better than alright. You've got it all under control. I'm just helping a little, I promise." Robin showed up, looking good. She must be rubbing off on me. The more time she spent with us, the better she was looking. Of course the sexy outfit didn't hurt. She didn't have the best body in the house, but she sure advertised it well. Of course that said more of the house then it did of the cutie joining us. "The last of the men are leaving. Jerry said they'd be back tomorrow at 8:30." Robin came up to me and gave me a full body hug. "I deserve a reward; I did good today." Ron looked a little surprised by her display, then laughed. "That she did. She has the whole thing planned out pretty well, and is not afraid to get her hands dirty." Robin turned toward him, without releasing her hold on me. "Hands? Hell, Ron, 'dirty' is my middle name." "Slutty 'dirty' McSlutterson? That's a mouthful." He teased. Evidently he hadn't missed Sunday's shirt." "Hey! I'll be the one to judge what a mouthful is or not. And don't you forget it!" "Robin! That's my dad!" Amie cried out indignantly. "I won't hold that against him." "Oh really? And what WILL you hold against me." Ron asked with a salacious grin. I had to admit it. Ron gave as good as he got. Robin unwrapped herself from me and gave Ron the treatment she'd been giving me, clinging to him like a kindergartner clings to his mother on the first day of school. "I guess this is the best I can do in public, what with your baby watching and all," she answered. "Of course we could look for somewhere more private." "Robin!" Amie squealed, while Beth giggled. "Don't let the spoiled one stop you," he teased, hugging her back, with what looked like less-than-honorable attentions. "Ooh, Amie. I like your Dad." Robin sighed, rubbing herself against him. She ground her hips against him, putting her arms around his neck and looking up into his eyes. "Maybe you and I can discuss just what a mouthful is later." CvsN 18: Business Complications I think that surprised even Ron. I was getting hard by all the interplay. I could only imagine what it was doing for him. I should have realized how worked up Robin would be, the center of attention for an entire work team. Beth grabbed Amie by the arm and pulled her over next to me. She pushed the shocked girl into my arms, and then sidled in beside her, leaving me holding the two teenagers while Robin continued her full body massage of Ron's front side. "Wow. I'm a pretty good judge of these things, Ron, and from where I'm standing, that just might be more than a mouthful." Robin kept on the offensive. I thought Amie was going to have a heart attack. I pulled her close and gave her a kiss. She melted a bit. "They're just playing, don't sweat it. You're an adult now, and so is your old man." She clung to me, shutting her eyes. "He's my Dad, Jack." "He's a man. Just like you're one hell of a woman." I gave her another kiss, a longer one, just to calm her down. My hand started to wander down to her delightful butt, but I pulled it back to her waist, not wanting to appear TOO familiar with Daddy's little princess. Not with what he already knew of my proclivities. "Dinner's about ready," Debbie called from the door to the new attachment. "I could use a little help." "Robin, why don't you go clean up? Hot and sweaty looks good on you, but clean and sexy looks even better." She turned and stuck her tongue out at me. "Spoil sport." Still, she took my advice and headed in, but not before pulling Ron's head down for a quick kiss. I definitely spotted tongue. Bad girl. I released my girls, and sent them off ahead of us. "We're right behind you." Ron and I just looked at each other for a minute, then we both broke out in embarrassed laughter. "Damn, that's one hellion, you've got there." Ron laughed. "Yeah. She's like that. Almost upset the apple-cart when she arrived here. It took some doing to fit her in. Luckily her sister Karen and Jim have taken on the job of keeping her out of our hair." "Her sister? You guys are full of surprises. I have to say that Amie looked awful comfortable around you." His tone wasn't accusing, more like teasing. "She's great. Gorgeous, friendly and sweet as sugar. But Beth and Debbie are more than enough for me. I couldn't do a girl like that justice." I didn't want to leave it there. "I guess you've noticed we're awfully friendly around here. Beth's been working with her on Eric. The boy was doomed from the moment that Amie set her sights on him. And with Beth there to help things along, God, it was like shooting fish in a barrel. With a bazooka." "I'm not one to judge. Her mother was a wild one. Hotter than fresh poured asphalt. As long as everyone's happy, and nobody's getting hurt." "C'mon Ron, let's wash up and eat. And don't let Robin's teasing bother you." "Bother me? Shit, the little hussy made my day! And it was already a damn good one." "And you haven't even tasted Debbie's lasagna yet." --- Dinner was Debbie's best - Lasagna and garlic toast. I ate too much as did our guest, and there were no leftovers. Too bad, since her day-old lasagna, if anything, was even better. Karen and Jim had never made it over, they were staying at his house, something they did a couple of times a week. It was nice to have another man around to help with the testosterone / estrogen imbalance. Ron earned brownie points helping Debbie clean up. "Ron, you're a guest. I've got this." Debbie insisted. I almost butted in, knowing how Debbie hated to share her kitchen. "Darling, you worked your pretty little butt off making this amazing dinner. What kind of jerk would I be not to help just a bit? Hell, without your kind offer of dinner, I'd be home throwing away the wrapper off another microwave dinner." He did a fair job of clearing the table and partially loading the dishwasher. Beth took on the after dinner task of putting the girls down. They had eaten before we had, but were allowed to stay up while we ate, re-watching episodes of SpongeBob for the umpteenth time. It helped keep the language at the table a little in line. Amie helped me mix up some after dinner drinks for everyone, Kahlua and vodka, and joined me on the couch, already working on hers. The wine with dinner seemed to have already loosened her up a bit. "Friday night was the most incredible experience of my life." She was leaning in close, whispering. "Pretty fucking amazing for me too." I assured her. "Thanks for going along with my dad, and making me a full partner. I didn't put him up to it." She had her arm around me and was acting awfully intimate with her old man 20 feet away. "I know. He just wants to take care of you." "He's a great dad," she admitted, before licking and tasting my neck. "Seems like it. I like him. He seems genuine," I confessed. "Genuine. I like the sound of that. That would be a pretty good description for the old fart. What you see is what you get." She turned my face to hers. "Kiss me again, Jack, quick before dad gets back. I don't want him to know all about us yet." Us? Yet? I leaned over and gave her a warm kiss, copping a quick feel, keeping an eye out over her shoulder for any entrance by our house-mates or guests. She was the first to pull away, thanking me. Beth joined us a minute later, plopping down beside me in her favorite spot. We were becoming more and more like an old married couple, taking on the same household roles, sitting in the same places. I wasn't about to complain. Beth lifted her leg over mine, and I caressed her soft thigh, already thinking about the things I'd be doing to her soon enough. Her teasing of Amie's dad had gotten me worked up, and she'd continued through dinner. Turn out that Ron is a fair flirt as well. Good thing around our place. Amie got up and made her way over to the love-seat, stretching her long sexy legs out and resting her feet on our old coffee table. I loved that coffee table. It was big and solid, all wood, and a good four feet square, maybe larger. It could hold a lot of stuff, and could take a lot of abuse. It was scratched and stained, so nobody worried about coasters, or feet, or any other body parts damaging the finish. It had character. Robin showed up next. She sat down next to me, and moved in close. She leaned across me and spoke to Beth. "Hey Beth, any chance of a little party after this? The upstairs is looking awfully lonely." "What do you think, Jack?" Beth asked me, giving no hint as to her preference. "I'd say that's yours and Debbie's call. Could be fun," I admitted. "Fun? Just give me a chance, and I'll blow your mind, big boy. Fuck, I'm wound up tighter than a nun's ass," Robin whispered. Her latest after shower T-shirt, "Ladies don't spit," hinted that she'd blow more than my mind given half a chance. I pulled Robin in close and whispered to her, "I'll put in a good word with Debbie. You might try charming her a bit tonight before we pop the question." While we were chatting, Ron and Debbie entered the room. Ron took a seat next to his hot-looking daughter, and Debbie came over to stand in front of us. "A hint, sweetie. You're in Debbie's seat," I reminded Robin with a whisper. Robin slid off the couch, running her hand down Debbie's side. "Dinner was great as always, Deb. I wish I could somehow show you how much I appreciate it." She leaned in and gave Deb a kiss on the cheek. She could be nice when she tried. Seeing the best seats all taken, she sat down in the lone remaining lounge chair. Debbie settled in next to me. I slid off the couch and removed her shoes and footies, then sat back down and pulled her feet into my lap, rubbing her instep. "Another glorious dinner, Debbie. You outdid yourself." "It was just Lasagna, Jack. It's not like you've never had it before." "I can never get enough of it," I reminded her. "My lasagna?" she asked, teasing me, sliding her foot next to my crotch. "Among other things," I assured her, leaning in for a smooch. The conversation started up where it had ended, mostly day-care stuff, but it covered a variety of other topics, including school. That led into Beth's and Amie's plans. Part of the discussion was what would happen in September when Beth went back to school. Not much time for working in the day-care going to school full time, never mind the swimming regimen. "I'm hoping to schedule the classes to leave a couple of days open so I can work at the same time. Or maybe I can work early or late, covering the longer hours." Beth suggested. Amie let us know she was planning to take evening courses, mostly online if she could. "It'll make for long days and weekends, but I think it'll help." "University College?" Robin asked. "I don't know yet. My grades weren't bad my first year, I don't imagine it'll be too hard to get in somewhere." Amie seemed like a real daddy's girl. She was cuddled up to her father, and he had his arm wrapped around her slender shoulders. It didn't stop him from giving my girls a good looking over most of the time. My drink was gone, and I considered one more before retiring to the bedroom. I suggested I was going to have one and asked around if anyone else wanted a refill. "It's late for me," Ron said with a sigh. "I need to get home and feed the dogs. I imagine they're already pissed at me." When he started to stand up, Robin leaped out of her chair and hustled over next to him. "Before you go, got a minute? I'd like to show you around. You haven't seen the upstairs yet." Then she leaned in and whispered in his ear. Whatever she said must have been convincing. "I guess a couple of more minutes wouldn't hurt." Taking his hand in hers, Robin led him upstairs. "You don't think she'll try anything, do you?" Amie asked. "I'm sure she won't be too bad," Beth answered. "Nothing I wouldn't do." Amie eyes went wide, "What does that mean?" "C'mon Ames. Your old man is hot. When's the last time he had a serious girlfriend?" Beth told her, getting up and sitting next to her best friend. "Jesus, Beth. He's my father," Amie insisted. "I know." Beth said. "Don't sweat it. He'll be Ok." Debbie was relaxed next to me, leaning away from me, her back to the corner of the couch. I still had her legs in my lap, and slid my hand further up her thigh, insinuating my fingers under her shorts. I was dying to get her into bed, and getting hard at the thought of it. After a minute or two talking about the progress still needed around the homestead, Amie stood up and starting pacing around the room. "How long does it take to show him a couple of rooms?" "C'mere Amie," I told her, gesturing to my side. She hesitated a bit, then settled in beside me. I put my arm around her. "Friday was pretty incredible, wasn't it?" I reminded her. She smiled, distracted for a moment. "I'm still sore," she admitted. "I'm not surprised, you were fucking insatiable," I told her. Beth came over and sat on the edge of the couch next to her, leaning over and hugging Amie. "I know I had fun," she said. "You gonna stay over?" Amie smiled. "I'd love to, but I promised Dad I'd stay over tonight. Maybe tomorrow?" Debbie finally spoke up, "Tomorrow would be nice, I'm kind of tired tonight." I had the crotch of Deb's shorts tugged to one side, and two fingers warming her up for later, tired or not. Amie leaned over to reply to Debbie, and saw what I was up to. "Jesus, you guys are bad." She reached into my lap and squeezed my cock. "Fuck, I'd love to feel this inside me again." "Unless your old man has a short fuse, I imagine we have a few minutes still." I reminded her. She looked over to the stairs, "God, that Robin's bad. I can't believe he's up there with her. I mean, it's like they just met!" Amie's outfit wasn't as showy as the other girls. She'd come directly from work. She had on baggy shorts, and a nice shirt that unfortunately hid most of her treasures. I reached over and cupped her mound, then reached up through the baggy leg and found a tiny strip of thong panty in between me and where I wanted to be. I eased it to the side, and slid a finger inside her. I felt so nasty, fingering two girls at the same time, one of whose father's might be down the stairs any minute. I started to stand, pulling my fingers out of both girls. I lowered my shorts to my knees, and then sat back down. "Better hurry," I told Amie. I felt wicked, doing this in front of my girls, and knowing that Ron could be headed back downstairs any minute. I hoped he had a little staying power. She stood, looked to the stairs then straddled my lap. She reached down and pulled her shorts to the side, guiding my hard dick home. "God," she sighed. "Every time I feel you, I wonder how I ever manage to get that whole thing in me." She was rocking up and down slowly sinking down onto my cock. When she finally had the whole thing inside of her, she leaned in and gave me a tight hug. "Damn, you fill me so nice, Jack." "Feels good, doesn't it?" Debbie teased. "And always up for a good time." Amie was fucking me slowly, moaning. "God Beth, did I really have this monster in my butt?" Beth giggled, reaching down and rubbing her where we were joined. "Yep. Balls deep. I was impressed, and afraid I was next." "Have you done it since?" Before Beth could answer, we heard footstep on the stairs. Amie leaped up and straightened out her shorts. I was ready to pull up my shorts, when Beth leaned in and took me in her mouth. I guess that was one way to hide the evidence. Robin and Ron entered the room hand in hand. Ron took one long look at what was going on between me and Beth. He looked shocked for just a moment and then he laughed. "Looks like we've overstayed our welcome, sugar," he addressed Amie, who was sitting on the coffee table, just out of reach. He turned to Robin, and gave her a hug, "Thanks for the tour," he said. "There's still more to be seen, Ron. You'll have to come over again," Robin said. "Gotta check up on the work, don't I?" He told her, taking her chin in his hand and rubbing her lips. She sucked his thumb into her mouth. Debbie stood and went to Ron, taking his hand from Robin's face, and walking him toward the door. "Enough excitement for one night, I think. Stop by any time." Beth, on the other hand, kept putting on her show. Amie had walked over to the door, and was waiting. "Let's go Dad, before you embarrass me any more." "Come on sweetie, cut your old man some slack." He turned and waved. "I had a great time tonight, gang. Y'all are a lot of fun, if maybe a bad influence on my little girl." "Jesus, Dad! Who's the bad influence around here?" The end of her tirade was lost behind the closing door. Beth climbed out of my lap, leaving me in a state. She went over and started tugging on Robin's hand, pulling her to the couch. "Ok, wild child, spill." I stood, stepping out of my shorts, took up the cups and put them in the sink, returning to find Robin still holding out. "The quick summary or the whole, LONG story," she asked. Debbie sighed and stood up. "C'mon, it's getting late; you can tell us all the sordid details in bed." Robin was willing enough to give us the complete blow-by-blow while riding me. It was fun, sitting between my favorite roommates, while Robin rocked back and forth describing her time with Amie's father. "Damn, he was worked up," she explained. "It was more than a mouthful, that's for sure, but I gave it my best. It seemed to be good enough for him. It only took a minute or two before he unloaded for me. Must have been saving up for a while; he nearly choked me he came so hard." "So how did he compare to studly here?" Beth asked, curious. "Just as long, but not nearly as thick, nor quite as hard. Still, really nice." Robin slid back off my cock and took me in her mouth for a couple of quick sucks. It was an acrobatic move, she raised her hips straight up, and bent over almost in two, taking me right to the root. A talented little cock-sucker. Ron was a lucky guy. "Yeah, easier on the throat, but I imagine it's not nearly as nice where it belongs," she admitted before sitting back down on my cock. "It'll be nice to see how if fits in my ass." "So what else happened," Debbie asked. "You were up there a while." "He had great recovery for an older guy," Debbie answered. "I kept going down on him, and it only took a minute or so for him to get hard again in my mouth. I figured he deserved a little show, so I gave him the second one topless. He tried for my shorts, but I told him to save something for when we had a little more time." Robin sat up and squeezed her own tits, tweaking her nipples. "He did enjoy taking a few moments out to maul these puppies." She looked over at my two partners, pointedly staring at their full tits. "I imagine it would half kill him to have a chance at either of those. Real tit-man, that one. Karen's going to knock his socks off." Robin stopped talking for a second, just enjoying the ride. "And?" Beth insisted, sitting up and pinching Robin's nipple. "Oh, Fuck! Do that again," Robin gasped. Beth kneeled beside us reaching out and squeezing Robin's tit. "Tell." Robin grasped Beth's hand and held it to her breast. "More stamina the second time. And he was a good bit more forceful. I did manage to get him off before my jaw got too sore, and that was pretty much it. The man does like to play. I hope we see more of him. I hope I see a lot more of him." She was moving faster, pounding down on me. "Shit. What I'd really like is to see what it would be like with his dick in my ass, while I was riding this beast. Fuck! That would be intense." "Anything else?" Beth asked pointedly. "That's pretty much it," she managed to say, gasping. "See anything when you came downstairs?" Debbie asked. "Just that we... were interrupting... a blow-job show... for Amie," Robin revealed, spitting out the words a few at a time between moans. Beth leaned back, and spread her legs. "I guess if that's all you have to say, we might as well put that dirty mouth of yours to some good use." My little bed-warmer was turning into a demanding little slut. I liked it. "Just... a few... more..." Robin gasped. She slammed down onto me, squeezing her nails into my shoulders, "Oh, FUCK!" She came hard on me, rocking her hips back and forth for a few more seconds. She slowly climbed off of me, and crawled between Beth's legs. "God, I sooo needed that." That's all we heard from her for a while. It was a nice little ride, but what I really wanted was still waiting beside me patiently. I stretched out over Debbie, letting her guide me into that place I loved so much. I fucked her through one orgasm of mine, staying hard inside her, and pounding out a few for her, before I needed a break. Beth seemed to be enjoying her own tongue lashing but was ready for a change. Under her guidance, Robin was sent to clean up after me between Debbie's perfect legs, and I sidled up behind sweet Beth and gave her an easy screwing while we watched poor Robin put her talented mouth to use, getting off one more person that night. Debbie was kind and released her from her duties after just a few minutes. I stuck with Beth and managed to finish inside of her without wearing the both of us out completely. Rolling onto my back I took a well deserved rest. Not too long however. Robin came over and went down on me, not to too much effect, but the effort was nice. She did finally manage to get me hard enough for her to crawl back on top of me and stuff herself with what was available. Then she laid down on me, finally relaxing. "Damn. My entire mouth is numb. You guys play hard." I stayed hard enough to enjoy being in her, and nudged my hips back forth, playing inside her. I firmed up for a while, and fucked her a little more thoroughly, but my buddy was letting me down, and I finally gave up. CvsN 18: Business Complications "That's nice, Jack," she sighed. "I don't need any more than this." She dozed off like that, which was sweet. I let my hands wander all over her sleeping body, caressing her tight little butt, even reaching down and fingering her bunghole. The play was doing wonders for me, and I got hard enough to fuck into her nice and deep, and she moaned in her sleep, not waking as I pumped my PC and swelled inside of her. Looking over, I saw my two lovers were already in dreamland, so I was slow and gentle, not wanting to move the bed too much. It felt so good, so decadent, fucking Robin's near unconscious body. I surprised myself, getting worked up enough to come inside of her, hearing her whimper in her dreams, while my seed coated her insides. Within moments I was joining her in dream land. ---- Things are getting interesting. How do Ron and Amie fit in? Find out more in the next chapter. And please remember to vote!