“Dad? WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” She screamed, and I followed her eyes, finally seeing what had her so riled. The top of her father’s head was visible to me, just above the edge of the mattress.
“I can’t believe you’re SPYING on me! MY OWN FATHER. AND MY BEST FRIEND.” Amie continued her tirade, still getting no answer.
Shit. The new roll-out bed, nearly two feet below our raised mattress. I sat up, pulling Amie’s hips close, staying buried inside her, and preventing her from doing anything rash. I leaned back on one arm and took a look for myself. Ron and Beth were huddled together, abject fear and embarrassment fighting for control of their faces.
“Beth?” I asked softly.
She scrambled onto the bed, her eyes tearful, and went straight to my sweet lap-friend, hugging her, in spite of the red-head’s resistance and anger. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. We weren’t spying. Really. I wouldn’t do that, tell her Jack?”
Amie looked at me angrily, waiting for me to take sides. As sweet and vulnerable as she was, it was going to be a long time before I took sides against my Beth. “I believe you, Beth, but can you explain things?”
Amie pushed against my chest and looked like she wanted to pull away. I reached one arm across her back, to her far shoulder and pulled her down hard, my perverse cock getting a rise out of her struggles. With my other arm I circled her waist, pulling her body close. Holding her, filling her, I waited for her to calm. Her tiny fists beat against my back and shoulders, wherever she could reach.
“I hate you, I hate you, hate you,” she cried, but I could feel her heart wasn’t in it.
Beth tried to calm her, pulling down on her arms. “We were sleeping, Amie, just sleeping. When we woke up, we heard you guys playing around, and talking about something. You’re dad was up for some more fun, and we were getting off on getting together down here without you guys knowing. We thought we were just being naughty. Then I heard what you were saying, and I was so ashamed for listening in.” Beth argued, still sitting behind Amie, stroking her back reassuringly.
Ron was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his hands covering his crotch, fearful of coming any closer. “It’s true, Ames. We were playing around, trying to hide what we were doing from you, until I realized you were talking about the bad days. I’m so sorry; I’d never spy on you like that. And you were so far into your story, I didn’t know how to let you know we were here, without embarrassing you.”
She was hanging onto me for dear life, crying on my shoulder, yet her hips were rolling, grounding down onto my cock.
“I swear it Amie,” Beth said. “We thought we could wait until you finished and left or went to the bathroom or something.”
“But you just kept on going, kept on talking, kept on screwing,” Ron said, sounding exasperated.
“You had to finish sometime, right?” Beth whined. “We thought we’d almost made it.”
“And finally everybody came, and we were just moments from getting away,” Ron argued anxiously, sliding closer, putting his hand on her shoulder. “It was going to be alright.”
“Then Asshole here gets another hard-on for you, and we just knew we were doomed. Fuck! And so close,” Beth bemoaned.
For my part, I was just holding Amie, supporting her, and maybe grinding back into her a little. Just a little.
Suddenly, the vixen bit down on my shoulder hard, hanging on hard enough to draw blood.
“Oww!” I barked, and then pulled her head back by her hair, until she released me. The little she bitch!
“It’s all your fault! I would never have told that to anyone else. You’ve done this to me. Look at me, clinging to you, fucking you, in front of my Dad, when I should be furious. Why can’t you be fucking human?”
The bite hurt like the dickens. I was so shocked; I didn’t know how to respond. I think everyone was surprised, and concerned, until Beth finally snickered, snorted and almost choked trying to hold back her laughter.
Amie was looking at me in fear, her eyes like saucers, staring at my shoulder in complete surprise. I don’t think even she realized what she’d done. I looked at my wound and saw the red blood swelling to the surface, her evenly spaced teeth, clearly etched in my skin. A few drops were even straggling down my chest. She reached to her mouth, and I could see the bright red tinge on her lip, where my blood had leaked.
“Oh God, I didn’t mean it,” she cried, pulling me close, kissing my shoulder, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she gasped kissing me softly. “Don’t be mad, please.”
I just sat there looking around at Beth, who was trying so hard to stop laughing, and Ron who looked fearful that he might have to break us up.
“I can’t believe I’m fucking a vampire,” I finally said to all present, not knowing how to respond to the insanity.
That made Beth absolutely crack up, and Amie chuckled along with her, her giggle becoming a full belly laugh, before collapsing into an hysterical crying jag.
Somehow, my erection survived the entire ordeal, including her bouncing up and down on my cock while crying her heart out, the salt in her tears burning as they splashed over the half dozen places where her teeth had pierced my skin.
With both her father and my girlfriend hugging her and consoling her, it was getting harder and harder to actually get any leverage behind filling her pussy. Fuck. What was I thinking? The poor thing was distraught, and I just wanted to stay hard inside of her.
When she finally started to calm down, I heard Ron ask, “Why didn’t you tell me about college, baby? You could confide in me?”
She wrapped her legs tightly around my waist, pulling me deep before turning her torso to face her father. “I couldn’t Dad, not after high-school. I was worried you’d do something stupid, something dangerous. And Martin wasn’t bad; he was just a stupid jerk man, like all men.” She hesitated, “Not like you guys, I mean. I mean he was bad, but you’re not jerks. Or stupid. Oh shit, shit, shit, SHIT!”