I stopped and rubbed her ass, feeling the warmth. “Say you’re perfect for me. You know it’s the truth. Tell me.”
She looked up at me, her eyes moist, her face flushed. She smiled for me. “Ok,” she pulled herself out of my grip, giving a wry grin as she reached down and stroked my hardness. “That thing was hurting my side.”
Beautiful Debbie pushed me back and straddled me, sinking down slowly on my hard rod. She leaned forward, her face just above mine. “You’re perfect for me.” She kissed me hard, fucking herself. When she pulled away she was smiling. “There. I said it.”
“No you didn’t, you brat. You know what I meant.” I held her hips while I fucked up into her. She normally liked to be on bottom, but she seemed to be having a good time, riding me hard.
“I know what you said. And you were right. You ARE perfect for me.” She slowly lifted up and looked down to where we were joined. “Just look at that. You fit me perfectly.” She slowly lowered herself down, filling herself. “Any longer, any wider, and it would be too much. You are just right. You are perfect. I never believed a cock could be such a gift of pleasure.”
I pulled her down and held her close, while my hips kept moving, exploring her depths. “You are perfect, you know. And perfect for me.”
She sighed, kissing my neck. “We can be perfect for each other,” she grudgingly admitted. Then she pulled out of my arms, sat up straight and proceeded to fuck me like a mad woman. Within a couple of minutes I was cumming for her, bringing her with me, making her cry out. I gasped while she ground her hips down on me. She was wearing the most amazing grin.
“What?”
“It sounded like they were closing up shop out there, and I wanted this one just for us.” She leaned down and gave me a big kiss. “And it was PERFECT.”
She rolled off of me, still grinning, “I hope you ate your Wheaties.”
“Hunh?”
“I think we have company.”
No sooner were the words out of her mouth, then two topless teenagers came tumbling into our room, giggling like schoolgirls. Beth looked at the state of my waist. “Hey, you started without us!”
“Us?” Debbie asked.
I think Beth suddenly realized the gaff she’d made. “I mean, well, Amie and I are all worked up, and Eric is gone. I thought, if it was Ok that is, that maybe she could join us for a bit. Only if it’s Ok with you of course. It’s just for a bit of fun, until we work out the whole Eric thing.”
Amie was leaning into Beth, her arm around the diminutive instigator. “I’ll be good, I promise. I’ll do whatever you say. Whatever you want.”
Debbie yielded an exasperated sigh. “Alright already. Get in here; just let’s not plan on making a regular thing out of this.”
“How about like Karen? Just for fun?” Beth asked guiding her friend’s face down to my sticky, semi-hard cock. Amie clearly wasn’t too fastidious. She went straight to work.
“How about like Cathy?” Debbie countered, “Just on the rare occasions.”
While Amie sucked me back to hardness, Beth showed off how hard core a negotiator she was. She climbed over Debbie’s body, pushing me roughly to the side. She lowered her face and kissed Debbie’s lips softly. She pulled away, reached down and astonished me when she dragged Amie by the hair and pulled her over, pushing the pretty girl’s face down into Debbie’s recently used pussy.
“How about if she takes turns pleasing each of us?” She said, giving Debbie’s tit a squeeze. “She’s not just for Jack.”
Beth slid off the bed then leaned in and sucked on Debbie’s fantastic tits, while Amie did her best to remove any evidence that I’d recently unloaded in my dream girl.
Debbie looked at me, and I could still see some hesitation there. It had seemed she’d been becoming more secure about having sex, but she was always the giver, the object to be used. Now we were talking a different story.
“It’s up to you,” I told her, kissing her, and caressing her one available breast. “Just enjoy it.” I think it had something to do with why she preferred missionary. It was like she wasn’t the one performing when she was in that position. And we could be so close, and open. Intimate, talking to each other, just enjoying what we were up to. I recalled that in the times she was with Joe, she didn’t do it that way. It was a minor revelation.
I leaned in closer and she kissed me desperately. “It’s Ok. Let us all pleasure you, just for a while. Nothing wild and kinky, just let us love you a bit.”
I snuggled up close and watched while Beth and Amie paid homage to Debbie’s fabulous body. I whispered in her ear, talking to her gently, telling her how beautiful she was, what a pleasure she was, how much I loved being with her, around her, sleeping beside her, being inside her.
While I talked to her, I felt the girls change things up. They moved Debbie onto her side, and I felt Amie guiding my cock back into my perfect girl from behind. Debbie’s leg was lifted high and out of the way, while Amie’s eager mouth resumed her play, working wonders where Debbie and I were joined. Debbie was in a sandwich now, Beth lying facing her, their breasts pushed together. She was kissing Debbie’s face all over, occasionally even offering her lips to me for a quick kiss. We both told Debbie how wonderful she was until she came for us, in a series of easy, uplifting orgasms.
Amie slid away and cuddled up behind me. I heard a tiny whisper, “Damn, my tongue is worn out.”
Debbie and Beth were hugging. “Ok, like Karen, I guess,” Debbie finally agreed to Beth’s and Amie’s excited squeals. Then she was pushing Beth away. “If you two have any more energy, use it up on each other or on Jack, but leave me out of it this time. I’m worn out. It’s tiring being made love to like that!”
Beth leaned in and gave the platinum tressed goddess another quick kiss on her lips. “Thanks, lover. I think it’s time that poor Jack pulled his own weight.”
Pulling my weight apparently meant letting Amie mount me for a while. My previous times with her were sitting on the couch, and under time constraints. This time I just let her ride me to her heart’s content.
Amie was breathing hard, ten minutes later, her legs tiring from squatting over my cock and pounding up and down. She finally settled down, having come twice, and just eased her hips back and forth.
“What’s the deal? How long does he stay hard?” Amie asked Beth who was cuddled up next to me.
Beth kissed my shoulder, “How many times you come tonight, baby?”
“Just two,” I told her.
Beth smiled. “He’s probably good for a while more, how about giving me a turn?”