I felt like she was trying to get me to come before she did. I finally pulled away, and she smiled at me, knowing she’d won. We played with her ass and pussy a while, using the butt plugs, dildos, and vibrator. On the advice of Karen I decided to screw Debbie with the string of balls in her ass, pulling them out as she came. I fucked her for at least 10 minutes, while slipping those large balls in her ass.
“I’m going to love using your butt tonight Debbie.” I told her while I massaged her cheeks with all the balls inside.
“Do it.” She answered me.
With my cock working Debbie over, and the six 1-inch balls lodged deep in her ass, I watched Beth getting herself involved again, sharing an incredible kiss with Debbie, while Karen applied the vibrator to Debbie’s clit. I could tell we were building her up to a huge orgasm, and when she pulled her mouth off of Beth’s, moaning, I knew we had her.
“Come for me baby, come for me.” I told her, fucking her with long, fast and hard strokes.
She cried out loudly, and I pulled the first ball out of her ass, tearing a second cry out of her. On the second and third balls she moaned but on the fourth she shivered all over.
“Oh!” she finally exclaimed on number five. I kept my cock going in and out of her on each of these.
“Only one to go,” I told her, very slowly pulling it out. When it was visible and ready to pop out, I held it there, holding her hole wide open, just short of coming out of her.
“God, please Jack,” she moaned.
I pulled it out, and without a second thought, I pulled my cock out of her pussy, and entered her gaping ass with one hard push.
“Oh my God!” she cried, her whole body trembling.
Karen slapped me on the back, hard. “You are just plain evil!” she told me.
I was already pretty close, and I drove in and out of her ass as if my life depended on it. She fell to the bed, lying flat, and I grabbed her hips and pulled up enough to continue my assault. I clutched her ass cheeks in my hands and watched my cock split her. Karen started the vibrator on her again, but she pushed it away.
“No more, please, no more vibrator, just his dick in my ass,” Debbie gasped. “Come for me Jack, come in my ass,” she demanded of me, pushing back against my strokes.
“As you wish,” I answered. I drove the full length of my thick cock in and out of her tiny stretched hole. On each stroke I watched as the head came all the way out, and her ass stayed gaping open just long enough for me to fill it again, driving balls deep. The feeling was incredible, and I grabbed her hips tight, screaming out as I filled her ass with my cum, before I collapsed from exhaustion.
“If that was any hotter, it would have set these damn sheets ablaze,” Beth told us, caressing us both where we lay, completely spent.
“Two down, one to go.” Karen joked, “And it looks like number one is getting her second wind.”
I was so tired, it ached to laugh, but I tried.
Debbie rolled over and gave me a kiss. “That was nice.”
“Nice?” Beth asked. “Nice?? Oh my God, you all are crazy.” she gasped.
It was then the doorbell rang.
“Who the hell could that be?” I groused, getting up and putting on a robe.
I looked out the door, and saw Jim there, flowers in hand, all cleaned up. I almost laughed out loud. I opened the door. “Hey Jim.”
“Hi, Jack.” He stuttered, taking in my wardrobe. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t think you’d be in bed, it’s not even 10:00 on a Saturday. I just wanted to stop by and say hi for a bit.” He was talking a mile a minute, red in the face. He knew that I knew good and well why he was there.
“No, it’s Ok, Jim. Mi Casa es su casa. Help yourself to a beer and have a seat in the living room. I’ll be right out.” I sat him down, heading back to the bedroom.
“What the hell is he doing here, and why did you invite him in?” Beth asked. “Doesn’t he know it’s after 10:00?”
“That’s right Beth; you’re not caught up on the latest news. I’m sure Karen can tell you why he’s here.” I told her, teasing Karen.
“Jesus. I didn’t think he’d be back tonight. What am I supposed to do?” Karen asked.
“That’s up to you. You can send him home, or you can take him upstairs and play with him. We could even take a break and visit for a while. But he’s definitely your problem.” I told her.
“That’s not fair. You are the one who invited him to use me,” Karen hissed.
“I wouldn’t put it that way. Debbie was there when you wanted to play after the moving,” I reminded her. “I was only along for the ride.”
“Shit, Jack. Help me here,” she asked, seriously.
“Why don’t we toss on some clothes and go out and visit for a while. If you decide you want to get rid of him, let me know, invite me out to the kitchen or something, and I’ll let him down easy. If you decide later you want to play, just take him upstairs.”
“What about us, tonight?” Karen asked, anxiously.
“We already had ‘us’, tonight, and we’ll have ‘us’ tomorrow, and the day after. There’s no shortage of time for us.” I tried to reassure her.
Debbie had already gotten up, and put on her panties, and a t-shirt of mine. Karen and Beth were climbing off the bed, when I heard the front door close.
“Oh shit, I’ll be right back.” I told my girls, as I made a beeline for the door.
I caught Jim before he could get to his car.
“I’m sorry, it was a bad time. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He apologized.
“Not at all Jim, it’s a great time. The girls have worn me out, and the night is still young. We just had to get a little more presentable. Come on back and visit.”
I cajoled him back into the house, and the ladies exited my room in a group, three women running the gamut from cute to pretty to beautiful, all disheveled, and dressed in T-shirts that were far too large. They sat around the living room making drink demands which I fulfilled before joining them.
“You guys are a little loud, want to keep it down just a bit? There’re girls sleeping in here,” I cautioned them.
“You have MORE girls here?” Jim asked incredulously, nearly choking on his drink. Debbie and Karen broke into a case of the giggles they couldn’t stop for a full minute.
“Six-year-old girls,” I reminded him.
“Oh. Yeah. Sorry.” He mumbled, turning red.
We talked about his dance class for a while. He was on a country line-dance team, and they were practicing almost nightly before heading off to the Nationals in San Diego, in two weeks. I was apparently the only one that knew about it, and it gave us lots of stuff to talk about.
The girls all professed to be bad dancers, and before long we were clearing out the furniture as Jim gave us a little private instruction. We learned a line dance, and then he gave the girls individual dance lessons, and we could all see how the contact with these beautiful women was affecting him.
Truth be told, it was really a good time, and we all agreed we’d have to hit the dance-bars together, even though I was a classic-rock kind of guy, and detested the country twang. I could also see that Karen was thawing to him again, and I guessed he wouldn’t be sent out into the cold night anytime soon.
While Debbie got her private dance lesson, I went to refill the drinks and Karen followed me into the kitchen.
“You really don’t mind if I take him upstairs?” Karen asked me, leaning into me, her hard nipple against my chest.
“Of course not.” I told her, leaning down and giving her a kiss. “I love to see charity work.”
That appeared to piss her off, and I knew I’d slipped up. “That was uncalled for. I thought he was like your best friend,” she told me icily.
“He is. He and Joe. I’m sorry; that was mean of me. But I’ve tried so hard in the past to get him hooked up and he always self-destructs. I keep waiting for him to really screw up, knowing it can’t last.”