Robin walked into the room, wearing only a towel. “Don’t fret it, sweety. He’s a good boy, but I think I got him ready for you.” She reached out and stroked my hard cock where it was tenting beneath the towel wrapped around my waist. “Damn, you’re a lucky one. I’m out of here. Bad enough I have to watch Karen and Jim go at it; I don’t think I could stand to have to watch you two.”
Beth still seemed taken aback. “I can’t believe you showered with her!”
“I was in the shower, shampooing my hair when she surprised me. When her hands started wandering I figured it was you, but it wasn’t until I was able to rinse clean that I figured out who-was-who.”
Robin spoke up. “I wanted to play but he shot me down. He was kind enough to help with the lathering and cleaning up. It was nice to get a bit of a rise out of him. Makes a girl feel appreciated.” She had been headed out the door, but turned back to us, moving in close. “If you’d like some help taking care of that,” she said, her hand once more reaching down to caress my straining rod, “I’d be more than happy to assist.” She leaned in and whispered to Beth, “Honestly, how does it feel to have that whole thing buried inside of you?” She gave a tug at my towel, and it opened, falling to my feet. Her hand slid down and went straight to my cock, unapologetically.
Beth seemed to be a mass of conflicting emotions, but she eventually answered, glancing down at my hard meat, grasped in Robin’s active hand. “Incredible.”
I felt like a piece of furniture being discussed.
“Can I help?” Robin asked, moving in close to Beth. Very close. Her hand was still touching me, now cupped around my cock-head, and rotating on top of it.
Beth was breathing heavily, and she possessively reached out and grasped my staff. Robin leaned in and slid an arm around Beth’s waist, while her other hand joined Beth’s and together they stroked my rod. Robin’s lips moved to Beth’s ear. “I’ll do whatever you want. Anything. You’ll be in complete charge. Tie me up, spank me, use me, abuse me, just let me play.”
Beth’s voice trembled. “We can’t. We have plans for tonight. With Debbie.”
Robin leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. The whole scene combined with the hand action was working its miracle on me. “You’re not going to leave him like that until tonight, are you?”
“No, but I can take care of this one alone,” Beth insisted.
“Maybe some other time,” Robin finally said, letting go of my cock, but taking one last opportunity to draw her hand down Beth’s bodacious body, her fingers brushing against the teen’s breasts, down her belly, and even down to the opening between her legs.
“Maybe,” Beth said softly to Robin’s retreating back.
She turned to me, studied me for a second, then pushed me down onto the edge of the bed before dropping to her knees, between mine. “God, she’s a bad one. I’m sorry I sent her in there. I didn’t know you were back yet.” Then her mouth was too full to explain more.
A few seconds into my wonderful blow-job, Robin made a reappearance. She walked past us headed for the bathroom. “Never mind me, I just forgot my underwear.” She stopped by on the way back out, dropping to her knees next to Beth. She reached out and brushed back Beth’s hair, while my little teen tongue lasher gave it her best. “God that looks wonderful. Can I have just a taste?”
Beth pulled off of me, and I suspect she had some harsh words for Robin, but they never escaped her lips. Robin trapped them in with her own. I watched her kiss Beth like her life depended on it. She pulled away gasping. “I can taste him.”
Beth rested her head on my thigh, looking on in disbelief at this wild woman with us. Robin grabbed Beth’s hand and placed it on the back of her own head, positioning her mouth just beyond my trembling hard-on. Then she placed her own hands behind her back. “Use my mouth. Fuck him with my face.” She waited, and when nothing happened she pleaded, “Do it Beth, please. Force me down on him, make me take him, shove his fat cock down my throat. Use me.”
Beth was slow to accept the role, but she finally closed her hand, gathering in a fist of Robin’s hair, and pushed her face down onto my cock. Then she slowly pulled her away, watching her closely from only inches away. “Suck it. Suck it hard,” she finally spoke on the fourth repeated stroke.
It wasn’t long after that until Beth was standing behind Robin, both hands clasping the interloper’s head, as she pulled the girl’s face back and forth on my cock, angrily, viciously, forcing my cock deep into Robin’s mouth, down her throat, forcing her to gag and cough. The harder and more forceful she became, the more submissive Robin became, begging for more. She ripped the towel from Robin, and used one hand to guide her head up and down my cock, while her other hand reached around and tugged at the sister’s nipples, squeezing and pulling hard. I saw Robin wince, and then moan, as she was forced to take my entire length. Beth pushed her face down roughly, holding her there, breathless for many long seconds, with Robin’s lips pressed against the skin beyond the base of my cock. The fierce blow-job was painful at times, but I wasn’t about to say a word.
I was surprised and a bit frightened by Beth’s sudden behavior. She squatted down behind Robin and reached between the girl’s legs as she allowed my cock-sucker to pleasure me in a more even and steady fashion, long-stroking my cock between her lips, from the head to the balls, on each stroke, Robin’s moans interrupted at the end of each stroke. A little hitch in the motion occurred each time my swollen cock-head penetrated past the back of her mouth into her throat, and the sensation on my side was incredible. I watched Beth’s fingers disappear into Robin, making the newcomer’s moans more desperate.
Beth was studying me and recognized the signs. “Tell me when you’re going to come.”
“Soon,” I admitted.
She was so aggressive, far beyond anything I might have expected. She increased the action of her hand down below Robin’s waist, and eased up on the forced cock sucking. I could see Robin was close, so very close, and when she cried out, pressing hard against Beth’s hand, Beth pushed her face down onto my cock, to the very root, choking her once again. I looked into Robin’s ecstatic face turning red, her eyelids quivering, and knew I was going to come.
“Now Beth, now!” I gasped.
Beth yanked Robin’s head away, replacing the almost unconscious girl’s mouth with her own. She used her hand and mouth eagerly to milk my rod. I came hard for her, filling her mouth, gasping as I achieved release.
Then Beth, sweet darling Beth, reached down to Robin who was lying on the floor, grabbed her head, opened the girl’s mouth, and gave her the entire load of cum she’d worked so hard for. She stood and took my hand, tugging me off the bed. She stepped over Robin’s trembling body. “Let’s get you dressed. And not a word of this to Karen or Debbie, Ok?” Then she reached out a foot and poked Robin in the side. “Not a word right? Not to Karen or Debbie or anybody.”
Robin slowly got to her knees, clutching her towel in her one hand, and the underwear she’d come back for in the other. “Not a word. I promise. As long as you promise we can play again.”
Beth giggled. “Sometime. I promise.”
I was still stunned. What had just happened? And where the hell was this going?
* * *
Dressed and satisfied for the moment, Beth took me on a tour of the work. I could see that Jim was still outside at work, and knew that Robin had retreated upstairs. I still hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the other two women, and I said so.