“Let me get this right. You had to fuck a gorgeous teenager senseless to figure that out?”
“I’m a slow learner. What can I say?”
She chuckled, then snuggled in closer. “Does it hurt much?” she asked softly.
“What?”
“That ugly bruise on your back. It looks painful.”
“No not really. I hadn’t even thought about it since I’ve been home.”
She sighed. “Is that part of the story? Do I want to know?”
“Yes, it is. I’ll tell you whatever you want, but it doesn’t really matter. It wasn’t important.”
“Maybe later, then,” she said softly.
I fell asleep with those two wonderful girls clinging to me, their legs entwined with mine. I told myself that it was time to straighten up and fly right. No more stupid senseless screwing around. I had everything I needed right there. Debbie and Beth. That was it for me. Ok, maybe an occasional moment with Karen. And Amie. And Cathy of course, and maybe Robin. But that was it. Well maybe Chris, but only on day trips. Nobody else.
I almost had myself believing it.
* * *
I woke to a warm mouth on my cock. I was hard and enjoying the attention immensely. I groaned, and stretched, not even bothering to see which wonderful woman was making my day.
God, she was good. Unbelievably good.
I looked down, but I was covered with a sheet, my glorious cock tender working her wonders in privacy. But that twist of the hand, the swirl of her tongue, the way her mouth pulsed over the length of my shaft…
“Mmm, good morning Cathy,” I sighed.
She relinquished her devilish oral hold, and slid up beside me. “Good morning, sleepy head. Did you peek?”
“Like I wouldn’t recognize your style? Don’t tell my girls, and I’ll deny every single word of it, but you are without a doubt, the best cocksucker in the world.”
That got a self-satisfied grin out of her. “I guess there’s some added cachet to you saying that, since it seems you’ve been sampling more of the world.”
She moved up to my face, and gave me a kiss. “Mind if I play, while we talk? I hardly ever see you anymore.”
Talk? That had me worried already. “Play away. I’m sure I’ll enjoy it.”
She straddled me, sliding the hardness she’d earned into her warm, wet, hole. “Now that’s what I’m talking about,” she giggled.
“Where is everyone?”
“Beth asked me to come over and talk to you. Sounds like somebody’s been messing up again. Time for Aunt Cathy to step in.”
“What do you know about it?” I asked, holding her hips while I enjoyed her, leisurely.
“More than Beth. Debbie gave me what I suspect is most of the scoop, as far as she knows. You want to fill me in on the rest?”
I don’t know why I feel the way I do about Cathy, but I trust her implicitly, and I’ve always been able to talk to her and Joe about anything. Maybe that’s why our hooking up was inevitable. I opened up to her, asking her what she knew and filling in the gaps. I shared my adventures with Chris, and even with my very helpful stewardess.
“Jack, what are we going to do with you? And that’s when you’re behaving? Going home alone every night?”
“I know. I don’t know why I’m like this. I can’t help myself.”
“Bullshit. You’re selfish and think only of getting your next piece of strange.”
“But that’s it. I don’t. I’m not looking for it. The thing with Chris was completely accidental.”
She laughed. “Are you listening to yourself? Accidental? What, did you trip and accidentally tear off both of your clothes and impale her on your dick?”
Cathy climbed off of me, and got on her hands and knees for me, so I could take her a little more forcefully. She was never one for nice-and-easy. “We’re going to have to teach you to say ‘no’. At least once in a while. You’ve been lucky until now, but some women are going to want more than you’re intending on offering. Repeat after me, ‘No’.”
I was caressing her big soft butt. “No?” I said teasingly, rubbing my cock against her moist slit.
She giggled. “At least you know how to pronounce it. Now we have to teach you when to use it.”
“No?” I asked again, holding my cock between her lips, and teasing her with it.
“Not with me dummy? Never with me. I’m on the approved list, remember?”
“Oh, that’s right. Now I remember.” I slid my length into her firmly, in one smooth stroke.
“Mmmm,” she sighed. “With Debbie, it’s not the sex. It’s the meaning of it. We all understand you’re easily stimulated, and have a peculiar habit of getting into the pants of all the women you associate with.”
“Not all of them,” I countered, screwing her with long, easy strokes.
“Alright. Most of them. Come on, a stewardess in the bathroom?”
I chuckled. “Ok, that one was pretty bad. With Chris sleeping there.”
“Was your Spanish girl worth it?”
“No. She was amazing, don’t get me wrong, and if I wasn’t with Debbie and Beth, I’d probably be with her now. But nothing is worth losing Debbie over.”
“That’s nice, what you’re doing,” she whispered, lowering her head to the bed. “Imagine if she wasn’t across the ocean. Do you think she’d give up on you so easily. Are you sure she has yet?”
I was riding her ass pretty hard, thoroughly enjoying her. I always did. She was a great lay. “No, I see where you’re going.”
“Do you? If she was here, would she be confronting your girls even now? Using her influence to change things? Would Debbie be able to handle her as competition, or would she retreat into her shell, figuring it was what she probably deserved anyway,” she asked softly, interjecting the occasional moan.
“She doesn’t deserve that,” I admitted.
“Of course not,” she gasped, thrusting back against me. “You and I know that, but does she?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted.
“Damn, let’s stop talking and fuck me for real. I need this,” she gasped.
I concentrated on the task ahead of me, pounding her the way she liked it, deep and fast. I turned her over and pulled her to the end of the bed, poising her sweet cheeks on the edge, and fucked her hard. I pushed her legs back, opening her up, and slammed into her, giving her the rough fucking she enjoyed. The position was working for her and I felt her first orgasm building. I lowered my hips, dragging my cock against the top of her pussy, using long even strokes. It did its magic, and she came for me, so sweetly.
After that I concentrated on my own release, finding just the right rhythm and pressure, building up to a good one. She was talking dirty to me, telling me what she liked, and how she liked it. “You like fucking my married pussy, you bastard, don’t you? You love the fact that you were the first to take my ass too, I bet. Do you remember our first time, when you dragged me to your room and fucked the shit out of me, just for spite? God you were a monster. Forcing me to suck you and then fucking me senseless and dragging me back in front of all those people with your hot cum seeping out of me. I had those bruises for days.”