Anytime I wasn’t trying to stick my dick inside one of the girls, one or more mouths would casually ensure that I was ready whenever the feeling hit me. They were careful not to get me too excited, ensuring that anytime I was ready to pop, it was deep inside the accommodating pussies of one of my three lovely playmates.
By the time midnight rolled around, and we had just started our third bottle of wine, which might have been too ambitious of us, things were getting wilder. The girls were taking care of each other as much as I was poking them, with Amie on a personal mission to take care of whoever I wasn’t with at any time. She clearly had a thing for cleaning up after me. Whenever I’d drop a load inside of Debbie or Beth, she’d follow me, climbing between the lucky lady’s legs, and making sure they were clean as a whistle before getting anymore of my attention. It helped keep the furniture clean.
I used up my last hard-on of the evening putting Debbie through her paces, finally bending her over the end of the couch, and fucking her raw. It was a great finish.
By the time we made it to the bedroom, just the three of us, Amie slipped off to her own room, I was too exhausted for anything more than a good night’s sleep.
* * *
I was planning on sleeping in, but evil Amie was dragging me out of bed before I knew it. I was thinking very bad things about her, when I caught sight of the clock. Almost 9:30 am. I had slept in, and the bed was empty. I tried to pull Amie into bed with me, hoping for an alternate form of exercise, but she fought me off, and before I knew it, I was back beating the pavement.
It was rough, but not horrible. Still no chance of catching the fleet teenager ahead of me, but once again I managed to run pretty much the whole way. I was still gasping when I finished, but we’d made it in just over 27 minutes. After my shower, Debbie was waiting for me, and she gave me a nice rubdown, encouraging me on my new exercise routine, and giving me another much nicer workout. Except she did most of the work.
Amie walked in on us, berating Debbie for spoiling me, saying I hadn’t earned it yet.
“He has run three days in a row. We have to encourage good behavior,” Debbie told our new house-mate, from her perch upon my raging hard-on.
“I guess you’re right. We already cut five minutes off the first day. How about if you provide him the encouragement, and I give him a goal?” Amie asked.
That sounded interesting.
“What’s the goal?” Debbie asked, riding me while we talked to the pretty teenager.
“We’re running just under three miles, I clocked it. When Jack can complete the run in under 20 minutes, he can tie me down and use me however he wants, wherever he wants, for as long as he wants. And he can share me with whoever he wants.”
That seemed like a hell of an offer. I don’t care what she said, she WAS a wild thing.
“Share? Even with a stranger?” Debbie asked, curious.
“If he wants. I’m hoping it’ll at least be people I know, but it’s his reward. He can make the choice,” Amie said blushing.
“I was trying to figure out a way to reward the project team for a job well done,” I teased. “But there are eight of us.”
Amie sat beside me, watching Debbie take care of me. “If that’s what you want Jack. But you still have to do the run in 20 minutes.”
I reached out for her. “I’m just kidding, Ames.”
“I’m not. However, wherever, whoever. Just don’t hurt me,” she said.
I pulled her down for a kiss. “I would never hurt you, beautiful.”
“So it’s a deal?” she asked cautiously.
“A deal. The nice thing is it’ll probably take me several weeks. Plenty of time for planning,” I told her, the idea, combined with sexy Debbie’s actions working to get me overly excited.
“Plenty of time to stock up on toys and lube. Can’t you just imagine what Beth could do to her with a strap-on?” Debbie said, graphically describing the possibility.
Yes I could, and that was the final bit of encouragement I needed to finish inside my loveliest of roommates.
Debbie left me for a bath, and sweet Amie stayed behind to clean up, getting me hard enough for a gentle ride of her own. “One rule, Ok?” she asked timidly.
“Kind of late for rules isn’t it?” I asked.
“You don’t have to agree. I’m just asking,” she said, lying on top of me and kissing me, while I thrust up into her.
“The rule?” I asked.
“Don’t let my Dad fuck me, Ok?” she asked.
“I think that’s fair enough,” I told her, giving her a deep kiss.
“You probably shouldn’t leave him alone with me, tied up,” she said softly, “I’m not sure he could help himself.”
“I’ll take care of you, baby. Trust me on that one.”
“Of course I trust you. How could I make an offer like this one if I didn’t?”
I hoped I was worthy of her trust.
* * *
We had a full house all day, but by evening, we were pretty much back to normal, and I made it to the bedroom with just my two girls. I had laid down the law with Amie; there would be no running on Sundays, especially not on travel days.
I had a nice, long leisurely goodbye with each of my girls, starting with one of my favorite things in the world, a Debbie and Beth dual BJ, and ending between the legs of my platinum haired bedroom goddess.
I slept in the following morning, legs aching, and pondering the ‘deal’ with Amie. I was alone in the bed, and had nobody to use the results of my half-asleep fantasizing on, so I just let it subside, taking a shower. Robin would have killed me, letting a perfectly good erection go to waste.
It was a casual day around the place, and I did a little yard-work, since I’d be gone for a week. I didn’t see much of Beth or Amie, as they worked on the Day-care preparations. I did ask Debbie to help me pack, which led to exactly what I was hoping for, and one last love session before I was going to head out. God, I was going to miss her.
We had an early dinner, and I said my goodbyes afterwards, hauling my bags out to the car. Amie ran up to me, before I was finished.
“Just wanted to say goodbye,” she said softly, coming to me and giving me a big hug. “And thanks for welcoming me into your home and your life so easily. I know you didn’t have to. You can’t imagine how wonderful it is for me.”
“I’m glad too. You’re good for us,” I told her hugging her back and giving her a kiss.
“Train while you over there, and don’t eat too badly. I want you to win your prize,” she reminded me.
“I will. And I’m looking forward to the payoff,” I told her.
“Good. I’ll make it incredible for you.”
I smiled, stealing one last kiss. “I’m sure you will.”
I drove away with a raging hard-on. But I figured Chris would be able to help me with that before too long.
But I’d wait until we were at least in the air. 100 mile rule. Once you’re away from home, it’s not really cheating, is it?