8 comments/ 86560 views/ 19 favorites CvsN 21: Confession and Contrition By: Tx Tall Tales ======= Amie opens up, and Karen moves out ======= As usual, I was the last to wake. But this time I wasn't completely alone. Amie was clinging to me, arms and legs thrown across my body, strands of her tousled hair caressing my face. Unlike tiny Beth, or even the smallish Debbie, Amie was nearly 6' of long lovely torso, arms, and seemingly endless legs. When you'd been hugged by those legs, you certainly knew it! I tried to be careful, pulling free from her embrace, but she grumbled her dissatisfaction, hanging on tight. "Not yet, just a little bit longer," she murmured. "I'm not going anywhere," I whispered. I relaxed, smoothed her hair out of self-defense, and embraced her. I glanced around the room, but we were alone, no malingerers hiding in the bath or closet. Amie was a pretty thing and had been used hard, by nearly everyone, in every opening. Not surprising that she'd be exhausted. I kissed her forehead, reached down and pulled the sheets over us, so she wouldn't be cold. I checked out the clock. Only 9:10, it wasn't that late, especially considering the previous night's escapades. I guess it would be Ok to goldbrick awhile with the sweet thing in my bed. I leaned back, easing her more to my side, closed my eyes, and tried to relax, but the beautiful young girl at my side was a definite distraction. After a while, I knew sleep was hopeless, and turned my attention to my bedmate. She had calmed considerably and seemed to be back asleep, breathing in that slow deep pattern. She had ended up cuddled next to me, one knee resting on my thigh, her head on my arm, her hand on my chest. I pulled her closer, letting my hand caress her side. Where she'd been clingy before, she was more amorous now, slowly awakening, touching me, kissing my chest and shoulders, pressing her hips and breasts against me. "Mmm, Good morning," she murmured. "I'm glad you stayed with me." "Of course I stayed. I told you I would, didn't I?" I teased, doing a little caressing of my own. "Boys don't always mean what they say. Especially about things like this," she said softly. I teased her more, tweaking her nipple. "I'd be a fool to leave such a wild young thing in my bed. Especially after last night." Her hand was on my cock by now, gently playing with me. In no apparent rush, just having fun. "I'm not a wild thing. Not really." I lifted her lips and kissed her. "Please, Amie! I know a wild one when I've had her." "I'm only wild for you, Jack. Wild in this house. Before this I was anything but wild." She was quiet and quite serious. "I'm glad you're wild for me, beautiful," I assured her. "Do you know I only had two boyfriends before? Two. Almost 20 fucking years old, and two relationships. Is that pathetic or what?" Her voice was soft but heartbreaking. "No, it's not pathetic, it's chance and happenstance. Maybe a little pickiness." She had managed to get me decently hard, and she was rubbing herself, getting warmed up for me, while she continued her tale. "Dad loved hearing Beth's story about her first time. I know I did. Pretty cool. You wanna know about my first time, Jack?" She was on her side, opening her legs for me, and guiding me home. I grabbed her hips and tugged her closer, lifted her leg, and settled in. So good, so right. "I was sixteen. I wasn't beautiful like these girls; I was skinny and bony, with no boobs to speak of. When I finally started to fill out just a little, I was so surprised when Bobby showed an interest. He was so nice, so attentive, so kind. I'd been dating him for over a month, and was ready to take it to the next level. "I made Daddy take me out and buy me some 'girlie' clothes, so I'd look good for the party he was having. His parents were going out, and a small group was going to be there. I was so excited, and I embarrassed Dad to death, taking him into underwear stores, and trying on skimpy dresses, shorts and tees, just to flaunt my new body." Amie was lying quietly beside me, seemingly content to just be filled with my meat. I on the other hand was doing a little movement of my own, slowly inching in and out of her. "I knew it would be that party. I talked with my friends. I bought a rubber. I wore the sexiest underwear I could find. When I left the house that night, and kissed my dad goodbye, I think he knew. He looked sad, gave me a big hug, and told me, 'There's no need to be in a hurry with the rest of your life. Do things on your own terms, or not at all.' I gave him one last hug, so damned excited." Amie pulled away and rolled over and laid on my chest, lifting her hips a second to reinsert our mutual friend, taking me deeply, putting her full weight on me. She clung closely, legs encircling me, and turned her head away, resting it on my shoulder. She was staring in the direction of the bathroom lost in thought. Or so it seemed. "Do you want to know how I lost my virginity, Jack?" She was quiet for several seconds. "Me too. My dad found me on the doorstep, unconscious, nearly naked, after someone rang the bell and drove away. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out I'd been raped. I remembered having some drinks, and dancing with Bobby, and going upstairs with him. It took a while of sorting through rumors and gossip to find out they'd been feeding me grain alcohol and his mother's downers. He, his brother and his friend took turns on me. It was all so stupid. He was going to get to have me anyway, freely. Why would they do that?" She sounded so distraught; my heart was breaking for her. Tears were rolling down my side where her head was turned. The excitement I'd felt being inside her was dwindling and I started to draw out. "No, please don't," she gasped, clasping my legs with hers and squeezing her pussy around my shrinking hardness. "Don't feel sorry for me, Jack. Don't. I couldn't stand that. Just try to understand a little. And love me." She looked so nervous, and so needy. I caressed her back, letting my hands slide down to her firm cheeks, squeezing them softly, kneading them. I also started to thrust back, concentrating hard on the feeling of entering her, being in her, screwing her, bringing back my full hardness. When she noticed how hard I was for her, she smiled wistfully, and kissed me. "I knew I could count on you. A girl can't count on many guys in this world. Her Dad, always her Dad, and sometimes there's that one special guy. Not like the others. A guy like you, Jack." She kissed me deeply, her lips salty from the recently shed tears. When she broke away, she seemed to have calmed down. She pulled her knees in close and started rocking back and forth, taking me deep. "Dad took care of me. Took me to the hospital, put me in a private girl's school away from the whispers and vicious gossip. And somehow, I don't know how, those boys had the living hell beat out of them. When one of the mother's dared accuse us, she was found naked, trussed and unconscious on her own doorstep. That was the end of that." She was so clingy, never pulling her body more than a few inches off of mine during all of this. I tried to get her to sit up a bit, but she resisted, instead raising her hips off of me and letting me fuck up into her, getting the movement and friction I needed to keep going. "College was a little better. I wasn't eager to jump into the dating scene but I met a nice guy at the start of my second semester. He was a sophomore, handsome, and knew so much more about college then I did. He gave me advice on teachers, how to make friends with the sorority girls who kept copies of old tests, which frats to avoid. I'd been really nervous at first, but he was nice and easy with me. He wanted to get physical, but I was nervous and scared, and told him I was a virgin. Not so hard to believe coming from a private Catholic School girl. It took me weeks to let down my guard far enough to even let him touch me on the skin. But he wore me down, persistent as hell, and slowly got access to these," she turned partially, still unwilling to allow any space between us, squeezing the yummy tit which appeared. "That distracted him for a couple of weekends. Then I learned the art of the hand-job, which can be quite a useful tool, if you know what I mean. I even learned to use my mouth on him, nothing like Beth you know, but it really doesn't take all that much talent to get a 19 year old off. Maybe 30 seconds of licking and stroking, and bang! Instant results." Her sudden giggle was unexpected and a relief. "Don't misunderstand me. Martin was really nice to me, and treated me well. He was very patient. And for an introduction back into the world of sex, he was great. He wasn't the least bit intimidating, neither physically or between his legs. He was pretty small, probably only about half your size, but that was good, really. I was so scared to have a boy's thing inside me. But his patience paid off. We did it. It took a couple of tries. The first time he couldn't even get it in me before he shot his juice all over me." Amie took a break, heaving a big sigh. She rose up on her hands and knees, lifting slowly off my cock. She reached between her legs, grabbed my wand and gave it a shake. "Nothing like this thing, huh? If a girl wants her sweet cream around here, she'd better be willing to work for it." She leaned in and gave me a kiss. "Jack, believe me, I'm more than willing." The sweet girl rolled off of me, almost off the bed, and opened her arms and legs to me. I climbed between her legs, and entered her smoothly, leaning over her, my lips above hers, my weight on my elbows, our bodies touching for out entire length. I understood what she needed. I used my hips to take her deeply. But I couldn't distract her from her confessional. "Martin and I had sex 5 times. Three times he actually got inside of me. Not once did he last more than about 1 minute. At his best it was a couple of dozen strokes and that was it. But I wasn't complaining. He was crazy about me when he was on me, and in me. He was going to love me forever, Romeo to my Juliet. Then he just stopped calling. And stopped showing up. He started avoiding me. When I finally caught up to him and asked him what was wrong, he had no excuse. He 'needed something else'. I still don't know what happened. After that I couldn't go back to school. But I couldn't tell Dad what happened. I just couldn't. I was really missing my Mom then." I had risen up onto my extended arms and was fucking her a little steadier. Not hard or passionate, just a nice easy motion, enjoying her. She reached up for me and pulled me down for another kiss. "So when Beth told me about you, I couldn't believe it. I had to know if it was true. When she was dating you, I was the one urging her to go slow, and look what that got her. Then she sucked and fucked you, and what do you know, she's living with a man who takes her to the most incredible heights, it seemed unbelievable. She's sharing him with the sweetest girl in the world, who cooks and cleans and fucks like an minx. And he's putting her in her own business, no questions, no strings, just to make her happy." "Can you understand what this place is to me? It's a fantasy come true. Wild adventurous sex, where everyone's pleasure is the first concern. No meanness, no cruelty, no gossip, no judging. If a girl kisses a girl, she's not a lesbian. If she's with more than one guy, she's not a whore. If she's proud of her body, and shows it off, she's not a slut, she's hot. It's pure fantasy." She pulled her legs back and encouraged me to fuck her harder. Which of course, under the situation, I had no choice but to accede to. "God, I love it. I love your fat cock in me, so thick, the feel of it rubbing down the sides of my pussy. The pressure of bone on bone at the end of every hard stroke. The wild feeling of your balls slapping against my ass, when you're fucking me like a wild man. Sweet Jesus, it's so, so hot. And when you make me come for you, God!" Amie released her legs, wrapped them around my hips, and pulled me in. She reached up and kissed me, hard. She bit my lip, and nipped at my chin. "I took a chance, Jack. A crazy, fucked up, senseless chance. And on Beth's word, I just threw myself at you, swearing to myself that I would do anything, anything at all, and not hold back the smallest bit of myself. I'm not here to fall in love Jack. Although I guess that would be easy enough. I'm here to learn to love and be loved. Love me Jack." Love her I did, leaning down and pressing my lips against hers, gently tangling tongues while I pounded her down below, faster, harder, more urgently. When I heard the moans and whimpers accelerating from her, I long stroked her, my lips to her ear, telling her how sweet she was, how beautiful, how much we all loved her, how much I needed to be inside her. When I finally came, it was like I'd set off a firecracker inside of her. She nearly threw me off, shrieking and gasping, hugging me close while her teeth and fingernails made hamburger out of my shoulders and back. I let her go, rolling onto my back, and my sweet young lover following me. I slow stroked her, enjoying the feel of my still thick softening cock penetrating her sensitive pussy. She squeezed my cock with her pussy, and I stopped her. "Careful, you'll push me out. Just give me a moment." I eased in and out of her, letting my residual hardness keep me just firm enough to move inside her, letting the feel of her, and the thought of what I was doing to her, and for her, gradually restore my hardness. She felt when my rod was strong enough for more play. "God Jack! Shouldn't we be getting up?" "What do you thing I'm doing, sexy girl?" "Oh my God, I can't believe you," she moaned. "Fuck me Jack, fuck me anywhere, everywhere, oh Jesus, just fuck me." She sat up, looked at me lovingly, longingly, and started bouncing up and down. It was my first good view of her body all morning, sheets cast aside, her slender torso upright, breasts standing up. She grabbed her hair and pulled it back, in all its wildness, shaking her head. Abruptly she stopped. "Dad? WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" She screamed, and I followed her eyes, finally seeing what had her so riled. The top of her father's head was visible to me, just above the edge of the mattress. "I can't believe you're SPYING on me! MY OWN FATHER. AND MY BEST FRIEND." Amie continued her tirade, still getting no answer. Shit. The new roll-out bed, nearly two feet below our raised mattress. I sat up, pulling Amie's hips close, staying buried inside her, and preventing her from doing anything rash. I leaned back on one arm and took a look for myself. Ron and Beth were huddled together, abject fear and embarrassment fighting for control of their faces. "Beth?" I asked softly. She scrambled onto the bed, her eyes tearful, and went straight to my sweet lap-friend, hugging her, in spite of the red-head's resistance and anger. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. We weren't spying. Really. I wouldn't do that, tell her Jack?" Amie looked at me angrily, waiting for me to take sides. As sweet and vulnerable as she was, it was going to be a long time before I took sides against my Beth. "I believe you, Beth, but can you explain things?" Amie pushed against my chest and looked like she wanted to pull away. I reached one arm across her back, to her far shoulder and pulled her down hard, my perverse cock getting a rise out of her struggles. With my other arm I circled her waist, pulling her body close. Holding her, filling her, I waited for her to calm. Her tiny fists beat against my back and shoulders, wherever she could reach. "I hate you, I hate you, hate you," she cried, but I could feel her heart wasn't in it. Beth tried to calm her, pulling down on her arms. "We were sleeping, Amie, just sleeping. When we woke up, we heard you guys playing around, and talking about something. You're dad was up for some more fun, and we were getting off on getting together down here without you guys knowing. We thought we were just being naughty. Then I heard what you were saying, and I was so ashamed for listening in." Beth argued, still sitting behind Amie, stroking her back reassuringly. Ron was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands covering his crotch, fearful of coming any closer. "It's true, Ames. We were playing around, trying to hide what we were doing from you, until I realized you were talking about the bad days. I'm so sorry; I'd never spy on you like that. And you were so far into your story, I didn't know how to let you know we were here, without embarrassing you." She was hanging onto me for dear life, crying on my shoulder, yet her hips were rolling, grounding down onto my cock. "I swear it Amie," Beth said. "We thought we could wait until you finished and left or went to the bathroom or something." "But you just kept on going, kept on talking, kept on screwing," Ron said, sounding exasperated. "You had to finish sometime, right?" Beth whined. "We thought we'd almost made it." "And finally everybody came, and we were just moments from getting away," Ron argued anxiously, sliding closer, putting his hand on her shoulder. "It was going to be alright." "Then Asshole here gets another hard-on for you, and we just knew we were doomed. Fuck! And so close," Beth bemoaned. For my part, I was just holding Amie, supporting her, and maybe grinding back into her a little. Just a little. Suddenly, the vixen bit down on my shoulder hard, hanging on hard enough to draw blood. "Oww!" I barked, and then pulled her head back by her hair, until she released me. The little she bitch! "It's all your fault! I would never have told that to anyone else. You've done this to me. Look at me, clinging to you, fucking you, in front of my Dad, when I should be furious. Why can't you be fucking human?" The bite hurt like the dickens. I was so shocked; I didn't know how to respond. I think everyone was surprised, and concerned, until Beth finally snickered, snorted and almost choked trying to hold back her laughter. Amie was looking at me in fear, her eyes like saucers, staring at my shoulder in complete surprise. I don't think even she realized what she'd done. I looked at my wound and saw the red blood swelling to the surface, her evenly spaced teeth, clearly etched in my skin. A few drops were even straggling down my chest. She reached to her mouth, and I could see the bright red tinge on her lip, where my blood had leaked. "Oh God, I didn't mean it," she cried, pulling me close, kissing my shoulder, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she gasped kissing me softly. "Don't be mad, please." I just sat there looking around at Beth, who was trying so hard to stop laughing, and Ron who looked fearful that he might have to break us up. "I can't believe I'm fucking a vampire," I finally said to all present, not knowing how to respond to the insanity. That made Beth absolutely crack up, and Amie chuckled along with her, her giggle becoming a full belly laugh, before collapsing into an hysterical crying jag. Somehow, my erection survived the entire ordeal, including her bouncing up and down on my cock while crying her heart out, the salt in her tears burning as they splashed over the half dozen places where her teeth had pierced my skin. With both her father and my girlfriend hugging her and consoling her, it was getting harder and harder to actually get any leverage behind filling her pussy. Fuck. What was I thinking? The poor thing was distraught, and I just wanted to stay hard inside of her. When she finally started to calm down, I heard Ron ask, "Why didn't you tell me about college, baby? You could confide in me?" She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, pulling me deep before turning her torso to face her father. "I couldn't Dad, not after high-school. I was worried you'd do something stupid, something dangerous. And Martin wasn't bad; he was just a stupid jerk man, like all men." She hesitated, "Not like you guys, I mean. I mean he was bad, but you're not jerks. Or stupid. Oh shit, shit, shit, SHIT!" CvsN 21: Confession and Contrition Ron leaned forward, grinning at her and took her in his arms. She lifted her arms, twisting at the waist, and wrapped them around his neck. "I'm sorry Dad. I should have told you." "No baby, you're entitled to your privacy, and to make your own decisions." He held her close, rocking back and forth, which was doing nice things down where Amie and I were connected. "You don't have to tell me anything. You're a big girl. But just remember. You CAN tell me anything." "I know, Daddy." She suddenly looked down and smiled. "Daddy! Are you getting hard from hugging your baby girl?" "Jesus, Amie. I've had to listen to you get your brains fucked out for like an hour, and here you are, still riding your boy toy, throughout this whole crazy fucked up morning. What do you think?" "I think that's sweet," she told him. "Stand up for me?" Damn, I had a good idea where this was going. Ron stood, his dick sticking straight out in front of him. "We didn't get a chance to finish," Beth explained. Amie pulled him closer, then leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. His groan was impressive. I watched her mouth slowly engulf her father, taking him deeply, while he moaned. Damn it was hot. I felt my cock responding immediately. Beth slid behind me, watching the interplay as well. She moved back on the bed, her legs bracketing my hips, drawing me back with her, until I was lying against her, my head resting between her wonderful young tits. Amie? Amie was fucking me, riding me like the good little cowgirl she was, while doing her best to satisfy her father. It only took her a couple of minutes to get him off, thanks to Beth's previous preparatory work. Then she was able to really get serious and fuck me. Fuck me hard, drawing one more good load out of me. We all collapsed on the bed, stretched out side by side, Beth, me, then Aime, then her old man. Amie and I were gasping. The door cracked open and Debbie looked in, "Can't you hear me? I've been yelling. Breakfast is ready. Are you guys just waking up?" Beth's giggly snort, set off Amie's giggles, and we were all laughing hysterically. Debbie only looked irritated. "Fine. You can fend for yourselves." The giggling girls rolled onto the men, Beth clinging to me, while Amie lay quiet in her father's arms. Suddenly she sat up, almost climbing on top of Beth and me. "Dad!" she cried. He looked suitably chastened. "I'm sorry baby, but I couldn't help myself. It wasn't on purpose." "You dirty old man! You just came in your daughter's mouth, isn't that good enough for you?" We could all see that some of the steel had been restored to Ron's shaft. My guess was the timing was less than appropriate. "It should be, I know, but this fellow has a mind of his own. Always has. I wish your mother was here, she could explain it." He said contritely. Amie was behind us, hugging me closely, pretending that she was hiding from her horny old man. "Oh yeah. That would be perfect. I'd like to see you explaining yourself to her, getting hard over your little girl. Yeah, that would be just the thing, the five of us in bed, and Mom in the middle of it. I can just see that happening." Ron looked wistful, "Me too baby, me too." He looked halfway to tears, which was a hard thing to see. "God, sometimes I miss her so much. She would have loved this, all of this." Amie got up and went to her father. "I"m sorry Daddy, I know you miss her. I didn't mean anything. I miss her too." She sat in his lap and hugged him. But not for long. "Damn it, Dad!" she yelled, scrambling off of his lap. "Just stop that!" She crawled between Beth and me, whispering, "How much of it has to go in before it counts?" We laughed like kids, while she growled at her father. "Keep it up old man, and you're getting nothing! NOTH-ING!" I picked her up, and carried her to the shower, while she waved her fist at her old man. By the time we'd cleaned up and dried off, things had changed in our bedroom. Robin was there, helping Ron resolve his morning hard-on issues. Amie was burning up. While she dressed, in clothing she'd borrowed from the girl taking turns swallowing her father's cock, she lit into him. "You're such a perv, Dad! These girls are half your age!" "Yeah, but there's two of them, so that works out about right," he argued. "Jesus Dad. Where'd all this come from? You've never been like this," Amie argued. "Of course I have, but I buried it deep inside me. My little girl always came first," he told her tenderly. Then a big smile lit up his face. "Of course, if you want to come over here and give your Daddy a hug, I'm sure I can get these generous ladies to help me make sure that you still come first." Amie stomped her foot like a petulant little girl. I didn't know people really did that. Then she stormed out of the room, her skin almost as red as her hair. "You're bad, Ron," I told him. "I know. It's the company I keep." As I headed out of the room Beth finally crawled off the bed. "God I feel gross. Can you finish him, Robin?" "I think I can manage that," Robin said, peeling off her shorts as I closed the door behind me. Amie was waiting for me, and looked about to blow up. "God he's so..." she gasped looking for the right word. I smiled and pulled my shirt collar to the side, exposing her damage. "Oh geez, that looks bad," she said, moving closer, pulling the polo collar even further. "God, I'm sorry Jack," she hesitantly leaned in and kissed it. It was throbbing and hurt pretty badly. I hoped I didn't need to get shots. "It's Ok, Amie. And thanks for sharing with me. That was nice. Up to the end of course." "Thanks for loving me through it all. And I mean that literally," she giggled, while we sampled the covered dishes in Debbie's kitchen, pulling together a huge breakfast for each of us. "Energy for later?" she asked me. "Mmmhmmm," I answered mouth full. "Hmm. I wonder if we could eat it all before Dad gets done. No more energy for him," she seemed to enjoy that thought. "Bad plan. I believe when it comes to a certain young lady, he could be staked out in the sun, whipped and starved, and as soon as he got close to her goodies..." "Boing!" Amie giggled. "Exactly." She ate her breakfast quietly, "Still, there must be some way..." "Give it up gorgeous. You'll just have to keep out of reach when he's naked. That shouldn't be so hard." "I know it shouldn't be so hard, not for a 40 year old man, but it is. Hard as a rock," she said softly. "Shouldn't be hard to DO, Amie. Staying out of reach. Hard to DO." I explained. She blushed, realizing what she'd said. "Jack! See what you do to me? God you're bad." Oh yeah. I'm the bad one. * * * Beth joined us when we'd almost finished. She went right to Amie and wrapped the red-head in her arms. "Forgive me? I really didn't mean to spy. Really." Amie turned and kissed her softly. "I know. I was just so surprised and vulnerable just then. I'm sorry I blew up." Debbie came into the kitchen catching the end of the scene. "Clean it up in public girls; we have little ones running about." Almost as if summoned, our two ankle-biters burst into the kitchen, heading straight for the refrigerator, and pulling out a drink to share. I couldn't help think it was going to be hard splitting them up in the next couple of weeks when Karen moved out for good. I leaned over and took Amie's hand. "Is it Ok if I share some of your story with Deb?" I asked softly. Amie looked stunned, like a deer caught in the headlights. Then she finally nodded, "I guess it's Ok." She seemed confused. "Buy why?" "I think some of it might come out, and we don't keep things from each other. She's had it pretty difficult too; I think she'll understand better than any of us." I was trying to keep it quiet, but Debbie was only standing about 8 feet away at the sink, seemingly busy. "Ok, I trust you." Beth was scavenging food off of both of our plates. "Careful with that. You can trust him with your secrets, but never trust him in the sack. He's bad." "Oh, look who's talking," I reminded her. "Whatever happened to that sweet innocent girl I knew just a couple of months back?" "You should know, Corrupter!" Beth stole my plate from in front of me, as I got up and went to Debbie. She was just finishing putting a few items into the dishwasher, her kitchen nearly immaculate, except for the food plates still available for our stragglers, who I expected to see any moment. "Still going shopping?" I asked her, following her out into the new living room, which she'd already managed to put back in order. "We've got tons to do if we're really going to open soon," she reminded me. "Are you still planning on helping Karen move some of her stuff out?" "I figure it's the least I could do." "Have a fun morning?" she teased. "Pretty off the wall actually," I answered. We sat down on the couch, relaxing a bit, our eyes on the young ones in the next room over, enthralled by the Saturday morning cartoons. I took a deep breath, and opened up to her about Amie's carnal confession and the accidental 'spying' that blew things up. Debbie's such a softy. Telling Amie's tale brought tears to her eyes, and she grilled me on some details. "That's so sad. I never would have thought it of her. She seems so cheerful and happy, and so wild and willing. Who'd have thought?" "No mom, and her dad a knight in shining armor, always there to rescue her. I can see how she might have confused thoughts about her father." "I'm kind of hoping that Robin can take the edge off of Ron. That's why I sent her in there this morning." "Good call. She seems willing enough." "Oh yeah. And then some," Debbie laughed. Speak of the devil. Robin came strolling out of our bedroom, almost dressed. She had her shorts back on, and another t-shirt, this one kind of cute. It showed a clown face on her shirt, holding his hands apart. Underneath it was the caption. "Must be this long to ride." Of course the suggested length bordered on the ridiculous. She plopped down beside me, throwing an arm around my shoulders. "Now that's a nice way to start the morning. You left too early, handsome." I swatted her thigh. "You're in a good mood. Nice shirt." "This old thing? I'm saving the good ones to embarrass you in public." "Where are the other two?" I asked. "Upstairs packing some stuff to go. You sure you want to help them, and not join me and the little ones? Splash City, bikini, underwater frottage?" Robin asked. "Duty calls," I sighed. "I'm sure you and the kids will do just fine." I left the two ladies chatting about their errands and afternoon plans. I headed for the stairs not really looking forward to helping with the moving. It turned out it wasn't going to be all that difficult. Karen was leaving most of her furniture behind, but she still had lots of boxes and suitcases of things to go. I was directed to fill one box with shoes, and another with the winter clothes in the back of the closet, nearly emptying it. By the time we had most of her stuff together, we had the house to ourselves. The day care trio had already headed off on their shopping spree, Robin and the little ones had taken off for an afternoon of splashing, and water-slides. Ron had slipped out undetected at some point. It only took about twenty minutes to load her stuff into Jim's jeep and her car. I took her TV and a couple of boxes in my 924, barely able to even squeeze that little bit in. I hate to admit it, but I was thinking about trading the toy in for something more useful. Sometimes I hated growing up. The feeling passed, and I thought it'd be better to get rid of the piece of crap car Debbie drove around in, and replace it with a family van. I'm sure she'd appreciate it, and I could cling to my first big purchase a little longer, even if a truck would have been a lot more sensible. It was hot outside, and we all worked up a sweat moving Karen's things into the house. Even a mere half-dozen trips in that heat took its toll on you. It took me back. "Awfully hot," I remarked, taking off my shirt in front of Karen, with a big grin. "Oh no you don't!" she nearly shrieked. "That's what got me into this position in the first place." Jim was going along with the fun. "Suit yourself, but it must be almost a hundred out there." He peeled his shirt off before heading back outside. "See what you've started," Karen accused me. She had an odd look on her face, and came close to me. She reached up and touched my shoulder. "What happened?" I looked down at the bite mark, I'd received that very morning. "Love bite," I explained. She grinned. "I bet you deserved it." "Just make sure that you're topless when I get back in here," I told her, hearing her squeal, before going back for the TV, the last thing in my vehicle. Heading back inside, she was shuttling things into the bedroom. She had stripped down to a pair of sexy boy-short panties, getting into the swing of things. Jim walked in behind me, seeing her panty clad ass disappear into the bedroom. "How were things last night?" I asked him. "Memorable. That living room show had everyone worked up. I even got into Robin's back door, with her sister's full blessing." He was grinning hugely. We high-fived, then headed back for the last few items out of the remaining vehicles. We brought the last load inside, happy to be out of the noon heat. "Remember the last time we helped her move?" I asked. "Always." "Let's replay that scene, except this time you can go in there and get things started before I 'accidentally' walk in on you." He smiled. "Just give me a couple of minutes." He sauntered off, lord of his domain, ready to take the lead role. I helped myself to a cold beer, downing it quickly, before I went to join them. She was bent over at the waist, exactly like before, her panties around her ankles, while Jimbo filled her from behind. God, what memories! Once more her head was nearly down to her knees; she was deliciously flexible. As I walked in she looked up, her eyes blazing. She placed her hands on her knees and straightened up a bit, her torso almost horizontal. I walked up in front of her, and paused. "Sorry to interrupt. I didn't know you'd be busy. I can come back later." Karen finally realized what we were up to and almost laughed out loud. The brazen sparkle I loved so much was back in her eyes. "See Jack, that's your problem. A situation like this falls in our lap, and you're just going to walk away?" "Fine. What should I do?" I asked, arms crossed. "You should test the waters, making an approach. You haven't been kicked out yet, and she's acting hotter than a stereo sold off the back of a van." "Don't listen to him Jack, he's a pig," Karen said, slipping into her role. "That looks awfully good," I said, then slowly reached down and started rubbing her shoulders, while Jim plowed her. Karen looked up at me with fire in her eyes, "You guys..." I opened my pants and pushed them down, making my cock available to her. I moved forward and lowered her face to my crotch, and when I felt her lips on me, I reached around and started playing with her fantastic tits. She had me hard in under a minute. Jim and I took her then, plugging her at both ends, using our plaything. "See Jack? See what a little initiative might get you? Tell me, isn't it great to be in her hot little mouth. Damn this girl can suck!" I just nodded, holding her face, and seeing how much she could take in that position. The answer was a good one. All of it. "Shit, that's good," I answered, and fucked her face just a little harder. When I pulled out of her mouth and backed up, Jim did the same and drew her over to their bed, pushing a box onto the floor. I moved a suitcase, making room for all of us. Any resemblance to our first time ended there, as we took her in turns and together, filling her at both ends. On her back, on her knees, even riding one of us, we kept at her, both coming at least twice, and wearing her down. When Jim took a breather, I climbed on top of her and fucked her hard for a bit, then settled in for a nice extended ride. He came back from the kitchen with a beer of his own, and watched our fun. When he'd finished his beer, he came over and made her suck him hard again. When he was ready, I excused myself and let him use her a while. I relaxed and enjoyed the show, and the thought of fucking her ragged. For half the afternoon we took turns on her, avoiding coming. When we'd get close we'd switch off, taking turns, staying hard and postponing that last release as long as we could. Finally we had her begging us to come, to finish with her. She looked as hard ridden as she was, and had come for us more times then we could count. We ended with her riding me from on top, while Jim took her ass, wringing every last drop of energy out of her, while she was royally and thoroughly screwed. She was lying on me, almost lifeless, while I thrust into her from below as well as I could. She groaned and shivered on top of me, her pussy pulsing around my cock, "God, so much, too much," she murmured. "Come for me, please Jack, please," she gasped. I hadn't been holding back, looking for my own release. Those pleading words put me over and I filled her one last time, then held her while Jim finished in her ass a couple of minutes later. We all collapsed on the bed, gasping for air. She rolled off of me onto her back, moaning. "God, I feel so FUCKED!" She slowly, rolled onto Jim's chest, kissing his bare skin. "Damn. I don't think I could survive moving again. This better be for a while." "As long as you'll have me," he assured her, stroking her hair. I leaned over and caressed her hips and ass, which had provided us so much pleasure. "Don't even think about it," she growled, slapping my hand away. "I won't be able to walk normally for a week as it is. You guys fucked my poor pussy raw." Even though I wasn't up for it, I couldn't help teasing her. I slid my fingers down her crack. "This little hole isn't quite worn out, is it?" "Please, Jack, no more. I'm seriously worn out. Really," she pleaded. I slid a finger into her ass up to the second digit. She was still slippery from Jim's gift, and I entered her easily. "Jack? What are you doing, Jack?" She sounded seriously nervous. Jim pulled her up and kissed her. "It's your own fault for prancing around in your panties, you know. We're just men." He looked over to me, "Be gentle with her, Ok?" I had just been playing around, but sliding another finger into her ass, and making her moan, was doing the impossible. I felt myself hardening, and rose up on my knees, rubbing my cock head along her pussy, and against her ass. The little hussy opened her legs for me and lifted her ass up, wrapping her arms around her beau, as he stroked her back, soothing her. I slid my cock into her well used pussy, stroking her softly, while I hardened further inside her silky chamber. "God, Jack, gentle, please," she moaned, when I pulled my cock out and poised the head at her smaller opening. I squeezed it in, and slowly worked myself inside of her. Her moans had ended, and she was lying quietly, letting me use her. I grabbed her hips and pushed deep into her, finally getting a little reaction. Her moans egged me on, and I stroked in and out, taking my time, enjoying the tight hot feeling. She was kissing Jim, occasionally moaning into his mouth, while I had my fun. "Jesus, Karen, you're such a little slut," Jim teased her. "Your slut. Only yours. Your dirty little slut, your cum whore, that's all I am. Fuck me, use me," she gasped, pushing back against my intrusion. After several minutes of reaming her, I started to feel just the tiniest bit guilty. I knew it would be a long time until I came, after what we'd just been through, and I was just enjoying the feeling. Even fucking her harder, breaking her away from her kissing, and setting her body shaking only made it more delicious, but didn't bring me any closer to coming. In the end, I was just too worn out, and I finally pulled out, much of my hardness gone, and collapsed back on the bed, gasping. CvsN 21: Confession and Contrition She came over and lay on top of me. I was surprised to see a big grin on her face. "I can't believe it. I wore both of you out." "Hardly. Looks like Jim's ready for another go," I told her. She almost got whiplash, turning to see if it was true. Catching me in my little white lie, she slapped me on the chest, "You bastard! You scared me to death." "Maybe I should help you unpack, it'll give us a break until we're ready for round two," I suggested. "No way, Jose!" she growled, then kissed me fiercely. "This ride is closed for the day. I think Jim and I can handle it from here." I gave her another kiss, and untangled myself so I could hit the head and clean up a bit. I came out and they were still lounging on the bed. I dressed, and headed for the door. "Give me a call if you change your mind, or if she gives you any trouble, Jim. Another go would be epic." Karen threw a pillow at me, hitting me square in the back on the way out. She caught up to me at the doorway, standing in the opening, naked, and giving me a full body hug. "Thanks, Jack. For everything. You know I love you," she said softly, opening up just that little bit. "I love you too, and always will," I assured her, just holding her. "I think that's enough of a show for the neighbors," she said after a bit, loosening her grip and waving past me at the guy across the street, thoroughly distracted from his yard work. "Don't be a stranger," I told her, stealing one last kiss, before heading home. She stood in the doorway, one arm covering her breasts, and waved to me as I pulled out, before closing the door on us. ===== Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Next one is on its way!