“Don’t worry baby, you’ll get yours.”
Jim was going at Robin doggy-style, and looked to be having a good time of it. Karen drew me to the bed, and I was a bit surprised when she positioned me in front of her sister’s face. Robin was less surprised, or responded to it better, and sucked my cock down like a pro. At least like the very talented amateur she was.
After just a minute or so, Karen got on her hands and knees beside her sister, facing the opposite direction. Under her direction Jim and I scooted over and plugged her at both ends, while Robin teased her sister’s big jugs. I was fucking her pretty hard, when she pulled off Jim, giving him a squeeze. “Hold on just a bit longer baby,” she told him, while I continued my pummeling. “Robin, back the way you were.” Robin acquiesced gracefully, and Jim quickly stuck his cock back into her. I started to pull out, but Karen kept me working on her. “Not yet. Let’s not distract her. I’m so close,” she gasped.
Within seconds Jim, red-faced and gasping, was emptying his seed into Robin, while I fucked Karen hard enough to get her off. With Jim done, and Karen momentarily sated, Robin turned around offering me her tail. I didn’t stop to think I shouldn’t be doing it, I just leaned forward and filled her, grabbing her slender hips and fucking the shit out of her. It wasn’t long before she was moaning continuously. I moved higher over her, fucking downward, working my cock across her G-spot, and got the reaction I was looking for. The little sister came hard, spouting profanities, and gasping before collapsing on the bed. I put her on her side, lifted a leg, and went at her again, fucking the brazen little tease hard, giving her a bit of what she’d been begging for. She was getting closer to coming again, when Jim knelt beside her and fed her his hardening cock. He was rough, fucking her face pretty thoroughly, while I made her come, getting off on being filled so thoroughly at both ends.
I knew I was about to lose it myself, so I summoned Karen beside me, on her hands and knees, pussy at the ready. When I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer, I pulled out of Robin, to her cries of “No!” and slammed my cock into Karen. I just barely made it, filling her with my cream on the first stroke.
“Oh FUCK, that’s wild,” Karen gasped, while I continued to pump her full.
I looked over at the clock beside the bed. “And still 4 minutes early. Almost enough time to go again,” I teased.
“Almost,” Karen warned me, pulling away from my cock. She leaned down and pulled on her panties. “We’ll see how good a job that does. I expect I’ll feel your hot cum leaking out of me all night, Jack.” She smiled. “Thanks.”
Downstairs, Beth was helping Debbie with the table, and Robin and Karen joined in. I scooped up Beth and held her in my arms, making her squeal. I gave her a kiss, which she responded to amazingly. “Where are the other two?” I asked softly.
“I thought I’d give them a few minutes alone now that he’s properly warmed up. He’s not a very quick mover, and he’s almost as slow at taking hints. Hopefully he’ll figure out that a naked shower is a big green light.”
“Sorry to be out here with the old crowd?” I leaned down and nuzzled at her breasts while she tried to stop me, laughing out loud. That got a giggle from the ankle-biters, reminding me we were not alone. All naughtiness should be contained behind closed doors.
“No. The teasing and play is fun, but I doubt the actual culmination would be all that remarkable. I mean, why eat bologna, when prime rib’s available?” She struggled out of my arms, leaving me with two young girls clamoring for attention. I took one in each arm, swinging them around and blowing raspberries on their bellies, once more goofing off when everyone else was pitching in.
Well, not everyone. Amie and Eric came out of our bedroom at the end of the wildness. I was in the living room, playing airplane with the kids, when the door opened. Amie saw me standing there, and gave me a huge smile, then licked her lips wickedly. Eric was blushing hard, but he had his hand around her waist. I guess he was getting the message. And a little bit more.
Dinner was nice, and a relatively quiet event with the little ones watching TV in the living room. We cleaned up afterwards, many hands making light work, and Karen put the kids to bed, but not before everyone got hugs goodnight. When Robin and Jim excused themselves to join her upstairs, I was ready to call it a night. It wasn’t even 9:00, but I was hoping for a little Debbie love, and a lot of shut-eye.
Debbie joined me willingly enough, but Beth decided to stay with Amie and Eric a while.
“She’s a bad one, our little Beth is,” Debbie advised me, before heading to the bathroom for a quick bath. While the rest of us had all cleaned up, she’d been stuck with dinner duty.
I decided to check in on our visitors and my teenage bed-warmer. A bottle of water for the evening seemed like the perfect excuse. As if I needed one.
It hadn’t taken the living room crowd long to get going. Amie had her head in Eric’s lap, while topless Beth had her tits wrapped around his face. She looked over at me, and quickly lifted a finger to her lips, asking for silence. I snagged the water bottles and paused to watch them a moment before heading back to the bedroom. Beth reached down and tapped Amie on the shoulder. Amie looked up and saw me. She smiled, pulled off of Eric’s angry red cock, and put on a little show for me, looking up at me while she sucked him off. She had her glasses back on, and it looked like a scene right out of a schoolteacher porno. Beth was still feeding Eric her nipples, and they all appeared to be having a grand ol’ time. I blew Amie a kiss goodnight, and went back to my bedroom, disrobing, finishing only moments before Debbie came out of the bathroom. I put my water bottle on my bedstand, then opened hers and offered it to her. She took it gratefully, taking a large swallow.
“Pot Roast. Always makes me thirsty, I should use less salt.”
I placed my lips over hers, kissing her warmly. “It’s perfect. Just like the cook.”
She gave me a push, “You’re embarrassing me. I know I’m far from perfect.”
I stood straight, took her bottle from her, capped it and placed it on the bedstand. Then I reached out and peeled her towel off her, instantly putting the lie to her words. “Perfect. I swear by God, if that’s not perfection, it’s as close as we’re ever likely to see.”
“Right,” she answered cynically, pushing me away.
Moving quickly, I scooped her up and laid her across my lap, swatting her ass sharply, drawing a surprised yelp out of her.
“You are perfect.” I smacked her bottom again, not too hard, but with an open hand that sounded worse than it was. “The most beautiful,” SMACK, “most loving,” SMACK, “most giving” SMACK “woman I’ve ever known.” I rubbed her cheeks for a second while she wiggled in my lap. I stopped the wiggling with another firm loud blow that caught her attention.
“You keep an immaculate house,” I spanking her again, firmly, “cook like a master chef,” another hard blow, “and have raised the perfect little girl.” Her cheeks were pink and she was begging me to stop.
“Tell me you’re perfect,” I told her rubbing her bottom. When she stayed quiet, I whacked her a good one, setting her squirming again.
“Say it, tell me your perfect, or I’ll blister your perfect ass.”
“I can’t,” she argued adamantly, earning another hard blow.