“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.