Ron leaned forward, grinning at her and took her in his arms. She lifted her arms, twisting at the waist, and wrapped them around his neck. “I’m sorry Dad. I should have told you.”
“No baby, you’re entitled to your privacy, and to make your own decisions.” He held her close, rocking back and forth, which was doing nice things down where Amie and I were connected. “You don’t have to tell me anything. You’re a big girl. But just remember. You CAN tell me anything.”
“I know, Daddy.” She suddenly looked down and smiled. “Daddy! Are you getting hard from hugging your baby girl?”
“Jesus, Amie. I’ve had to listen to you get your brains fucked out for like an hour, and here you are, still riding your boy toy, throughout this whole crazy fucked up morning. What do you think?”
“I think that’s sweet,” she told him. “Stand up for me?”
Damn, I had a good idea where this was going. Ron stood, his dick sticking straight out in front of him. “We didn’t get a chance to finish,” Beth explained. Amie pulled him closer, then leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. His groan was impressive.
I watched her mouth slowly engulf her father, taking him deeply, while he moaned. Damn it was hot. I felt my cock responding immediately.
Beth slid behind me, watching the interplay as well. She moved back on the bed, her legs bracketing my hips, drawing me back with her, until I was lying against her, my head resting between her wonderful young tits.
Amie? Amie was fucking me, riding me like the good little cowgirl she was, while doing her best to satisfy her father. It only took her a couple of minutes to get him off, thanks to Beth’s previous preparatory work. Then she was able to really get serious and fuck me. Fuck me hard, drawing one more good load out of me.
We all collapsed on the bed, stretched out side by side, Beth, me, then Aime, then her old man. Amie and I were gasping.
The door cracked open and Debbie looked in, “Can’t you hear me? I’ve been yelling. Breakfast is ready. Are you guys just waking up?”
Beth’s giggly snort, set off Amie’s giggles, and we were all laughing hysterically. Debbie only looked irritated. “Fine. You can fend for yourselves.”
The giggling girls rolled onto the men, Beth clinging to me, while Amie lay quiet in her father’s arms.
Suddenly she sat up, almost climbing on top of Beth and me. “Dad!” she cried.
He looked suitably chastened. “I’m sorry baby, but I couldn’t help myself. It wasn’t on purpose.”
“You dirty old man! You just came in your daughter’s mouth, isn’t that good enough for you?”
We could all see that some of the steel had been restored to Ron’s shaft. My guess was the timing was less than appropriate.
“It should be, I know, but this fellow has a mind of his own. Always has. I wish your mother was here, she could explain it.” He said contritely.
Amie was behind us, hugging me closely, pretending that she was hiding from her horny old man. “Oh yeah. That would be perfect. I’d like to see you explaining yourself to her, getting hard over your little girl. Yeah, that would be just the thing, the five of us in bed, and Mom in the middle of it. I can just see that happening.”
Ron looked wistful, “Me too baby, me too.” He looked halfway to tears, which was a hard thing to see. “God, sometimes I miss her so much. She would have loved this, all of this.”
Amie got up and went to her father. “I”m sorry Daddy, I know you miss her. I didn’t mean anything. I miss her too.” She sat in his lap and hugged him. But not for long.
“Damn it, Dad!” she yelled, scrambling off of his lap. “Just stop that!” She crawled between Beth and me, whispering, “How much of it has to go in before it counts?”
We laughed like kids, while she growled at her father. “Keep it up old man, and you’re getting nothing! NOTH-ING!”
I picked her up, and carried her to the shower, while she waved her fist at her old man. By the time we’d cleaned up and dried off, things had changed in our bedroom. Robin was there, helping Ron resolve his morning hard-on issues.
Amie was burning up. While she dressed, in clothing she’d borrowed from the girl taking turns swallowing her father’s cock, she lit into him. “You’re such a perv, Dad! These girls are half your age!”
“Yeah, but there’s two of them, so that works out about right,” he argued.
“Jesus Dad. Where’d all this come from? You’ve never been like this,” Amie argued.
“Of course I have, but I buried it deep inside me. My little girl always came first,” he told her tenderly. Then a big smile lit up his face. “Of course, if you want to come over here and give your Daddy a hug, I’m sure I can get these generous ladies to help me make sure that you still come first.”
Amie stomped her foot like a petulant little girl. I didn’t know people really did that. Then she stormed out of the room, her skin almost as red as her hair.
“You’re bad, Ron,” I told him.
“I know. It’s the company I keep.”
As I headed out of the room Beth finally crawled off the bed. “God I feel gross. Can you finish him, Robin?”
“I think I can manage that,” Robin said, peeling off her shorts as I closed the door behind me.
Amie was waiting for me, and looked about to blow up. “God he’s so…” she gasped looking for the right word.
I smiled and pulled my shirt collar to the side, exposing her damage. “Oh geez, that looks bad,” she said, moving closer, pulling the polo collar even further. “God, I’m sorry Jack,” she hesitantly leaned in and kissed it. It was throbbing and hurt pretty badly. I hoped I didn’t need to get shots.
“It’s Ok, Amie. And thanks for sharing with me. That was nice. Up to the end of course.”
“Thanks for loving me through it all. And I mean that literally,” she giggled, while we sampled the covered dishes in Debbie’s kitchen, pulling together a huge breakfast for each of us.
“Energy for later?” she asked me.
“Mmmhmmm,” I answered mouth full.
“Hmm. I wonder if we could eat it all before Dad gets done. No more energy for him,” she seemed to enjoy that thought.
“Bad plan. I believe when it comes to a certain young lady, he could be staked out in the sun, whipped and starved, and as soon as he got close to her goodies…”
“Boing!” Amie giggled.
“Exactly.”
She ate her breakfast quietly, “Still, there must be some way…”
“Give it up gorgeous. You’ll just have to keep out of reach when he’s naked. That shouldn’t be so hard.”
“I know it shouldn’t be so hard, not for a 40 year old man, but it is. Hard as a rock,” she said softly.
“Shouldn’t be hard to DO, Amie. Staying out of reach. Hard to DO.” I explained.
She blushed, realizing what she’d said. “Jack! See what you do to me? God you’re bad.”
Oh yeah. I’m the bad one.