I am sure you'll agree with me that waking up to the sound of screaming is not conducive to being in a good mood. So I was growling as I tried to wake up.
Added to the insult of being awakened by Josephine's loud screaming was the injury caused by when it was happening: Saturday morning. I am sure you'll understand that it was a less than pleasant awakening.
First things first, of course. I'm not all that fast at awakening at the best of times and, in some ways, I've done my best to not wake quickly for Josephine. Waking up to her screaming and yelling has never been rewarding so, to be honest, behaviorism (a la Skinner) explains why any interest in awakening quickly is not reinforced.
The strangest thing threw me off, though. I wasn't used to waking up with anyone in my bed... well, at least for the last 9 years or so. Prior to that I would occasionally awaken with one of the kids curled up to me.
Finding that it was Josephine in the bed with me did not help me wake up; I wasn't sure if this was a dream or a nightmare.
Oh yeah. Must be a nightmare. She's screaming her head off about something ... me?
Surprises for this morning as soon as I woke up enough to figure this out included what my wife was screaming at Amy and Billie. Jo's repeated scream of "Get him out of me! Get him out of me!" did little to cut down on my anxiety.
Realizing that Amy and Billie weren't some kind of wet dream while I hovered on the brink of lucidity crystallized my thoughts as I snapped into wakefulness.
The initial anxiety of Jo's yelling, once I was awake enough to process it, seemed misplaced. Very misplaced.
My morning erection, that positive indicator of a functional cardiovascular system's self-test, was definately still contained within my shorts. This confused matters since my wife's screaming made no sense to me.
Yes, Jo was lying in a spoon position with me against her back (allowing us to accommodate the chain joining us together) so this whole panic on her part did not impress me as I evaluated the whole scenario.
Admittedly I'm not the quickest man in the world to wake up, even with this kind of noise. Having woken up in the same basic position with Amy the morning before provided another source of confusion.
Jo shifted and my morning wood was positioned close to where we could have, if both of us had been naked and in the mood, arranged for penetration. Instead I felt something hard bump against my "little" head from inside her underwear.
At this I looked up to Amy who was reaching into Jo's panties (how did Jo miss that she still had her panties on?) and I felt the back of her hand brush me as she pulled a dildo out of Jo. Amy's face smirked.
Jo's screaming stopped suddenly when she saw the prosthetic penis still dripping with her own lubricant. Amy smiled just before all four of the kids (both couples) burst into our bedroom, obviously curious to discover the reason for Jo's screaming.
This did not bode well for the day.
Billie waved for the kids to calm down, telling them "You can go back to bed, now. Nothing to see here." I almost laughed given how much she tried to sound like a cop.
Stifling the urge to laugh made my eyes hurt. If I'd been them I'd have replied that there was plenty to be seen "here".
Amy held the dildo in her fingers, the wetness Jo'd placed on it dripping to the floor. Additionally, Amy was completely nude, as was Billie. Only Jo and I wore anything-- Jo in only her panties (not being able to put on one of her night shirts) and me in just my underpants, the way I'd usually sleep.
Oh, yes, there was plenty to see. And not just for them...
Kris, my step-daughter was naked. As was Jeff, my step-son. Kris' boy friend Bob was also over-exposed, his penis still lying flaccid. I could tell it had likely seen heavy use over-night which caused me to re-check Jeff... who was even wet. Alice, obviously still uncomfortable with her own nudity this morning, was clinging to Jeff for protection. Given his facial expression I would not want to try peeling her away from him. Heck, Alice's face didn't look like she'd be happy if someone tried to peel him away from her.
All four of them seemed so relaxed from their activities during the night.
Of course they'd look relaxed; I'd have bet they spent the whole night fucking like bunnies.
What was bothering me now in the light of morning was why we'd gone crazy with sex the night before; it was like I'd lost control. Heck, even Jo'd lost some control. I sighed. It was just another question for today.
Watching all four of the youngsters standing there, I saw major differences in expressed attitude between the older and younger pairings. Kris and Bob didn't look as close to each other as Alice and Jeff, who were wrapped up tight to each other. I wasn't sure we could separate them ever again. It was like they'd become imprinted on each other...
Oh.
That's why I'd stayed with Jo so long. I'd imprinted on her given that she'd been the first woman to have seen me as something worth dating, much less as sexually interesting. When I finally "lost" my virginity to her it was like she was the only woman who could ever love me. Observing the way Jeff and Alice looked at each other now and then made me wish that I had found someone like that when I had only been a teenager.
Watching them showed me how dangerous they were together; it was enough to endanger diabetics for miles around.
I sighed, Jo still pressed back against me. My hard-on was telling me to get out of bed and take a piss. It was a most convincing debater.
Jo wasn't about to put on much of a show but I forced the issue; she got up with me and crossed to our bathroom. We closed the door against the little tableau of six people silently staring at us as we'd walked across the room.
You know, until recently, Jo had never really watched me pee. This was the third time in the last three days and I don't think she was any more comfortable with having to be present. Granted, last night we'd both been pretty sleepy during our preparations for bed so we weren't exactly paying much attention to each other.
She started moving her legs and I realized that her bladder must be pretty full too and the sound of the water must have been getting to her, so I finished as quickly as possible and got the seat back down for her. She quickly dropped her drawers as she dropped her butt onto the seat and I could hear a loud stream hit the water. She still didn't look comfortable given that I'd never really watched her pee before either until this situation came about ... but that was because she was always so uncomfortable and I'd always wanted to be "considerate" in avoiding her being uncomfortable. I really didn't find watching each other pee a turn-on but it wasn't a turn-off either; it was just something that came with being alive.
I was captive this time as she emptied herself. It also struck me that we'd be present for all of our ablutions. Some of which would probably be less than pleasant. Somehow we'd managed to miss that the day before.
Jo finished, flushed the toilet and put the lid down.
We then showered, no funny stuff, but working around the chain wasn't easy and required us to help each other reach the parts we couldn't get to ourselves without contortions on the part of each other. Last night's shower had been different with Amy and Billie doing most of the work; Jo was far more cooperative with me this time. That's not to say she was really happy with this, of course. It would have been nicer for me if she'd been happier with the work I did in washing her, however, but I figured that she was taking it for granted.
When we popped out of the shower stall we found the bathroom well beyond maximum occupancy: Billie was on the toilet and Amy was watching me closely. Jeff and Alice stood by the door watching. We were all quite naked and the exposure was only a little less of a shock than the night before.
Amy looked at my limp dick then at my face, saying "You didn't drain it, did you?" She had an almost disappointed look on her face. I shook my head "no". Amy then smiled, walked up to me as I dripped on the floor before dropped to her knees in front of me and popped my flaccid organ into her mouth. I started hardening immediately, feeling her mouth respond to each pulse of blood that inflated my organ, her lips, tongue and suction encouraging me to reach full growth.
Getting oral attention was still very new and exciting to me. I wondered if I could ever become blase about it... until my brain said "fuck it! this is fun!" and the ability to think metaphorically faded.
When I was most of the way to full erection, she popped off of me (making sure she made noise), turned to Alice, "See? Since you're so sore, you can still show Jeff how desirable you find him ..."
When Amy's mouth returned to me most of my ability to think of anything else went out the window. Watching my son's (all right, step-son's) woman (after what they did already I could hardly consider her a mere "girl" any longer) work on his erection hit me and I started feeling the tightness of reaching full hardness. It was obvious to me that I was finding the act of watching more than a little exciting.
Well, I'd learned the night before that being watched wasn't unexciting, too.
Amy slowed her ministrations and kept me hard as Alice got advice from Billie of how to suck and lick Jeff. Listening to the advice was more than a little exciting as Amy would show me a sample of what it felt like.
Given his age and recharge rate Jeff came well before I was likely to; his whimpered warning to Alice was overridden by Billie's explanation of how to catch his ejaculate and swallow it.
I suspect the explanation helped push Jeff over the edge and sure advanced me quite a bit; I was starting to worry that I would soon fill Amy's mouth. Jeff's moans as he came in Alice's mouth had me warning Amy about how close I was.
Amy pulled off. Before I could ask what was going on, Billie took her place and Amy walked out into the master bedroom.
Billie knew what she was doing. Before I could calm down enough for even two of my brain-cells to meet and start working together again she ensured their continued separation and, despite my begging her to pull off, I came in her mouth. I could feel her tongue on the tip, catching the spurts, and her "MMmmmm" sound of pleasure strengthened my spasms, wringing out my prostate.
And here I thought Amy was eager to get pregnant.
By the time I had three brain cells able to work together Billie had gotten up and left the bathroom. Jeff was panting having given Alice a mouthful and was apparently already re-charged. Alice was smiling up at him as their eyes stayed on each other's. I walked around them, dragging a panting Jo into the bedroom.
Amy was being orally serviced by Billie; I looked closely to see that she was doing her best to deliver my load of semen to Amy's vaginal region using her tongue.
While I knew this kind of "insemination" wasn't as effective as one more directly delivered it didn't look like either of the women was unhappy with this mode of delivery.
A gasp from Jo turned my head to see that neither Kris nor Bob had left the bedroom after all. I'd focused on Billie and Amy so deeply that I'd not noticed them doing it "doggy" on Jo's bed. Kris noticed we were paying attention to them, so turned her head as far as she could, saying "Bob, give me all of it. Slam me!"
I was in shock. I don't think any porn flick I'd ever seen or heard of could keep up with my morning already. With the sound of Billie moaning, Bob's groans and Kris' grunts in counterpoint to the rhythmic slaps of Bob's fucking, my dick started to fill again.
Now, I knew it would be impossible for me to reach full erection so soon after a blow-job that smoked 90%+ of my brain cells, but this show was just barely enough...
So I dragged Jo with me and slipped my barely usable hard-on into Billie ... who cooed. Along with Amy.
Between Billie's obvious approval and us being in a doggy position (like Kris and Bob) I felt myself harden further as I stroked into her. Given the number of times I'd delivered the day before I figured that I wouldn't get anywhere.
Heck, yesterday's activity was impossible! Heck, the day before was impossible too! I didn't see how I could keep up with that level of activity.
Of course that didn't mean that I didn't mind the idea of trying, either.
Jo, of course, tried to break this up with "Isn't this a bit stupid? Aren't there more important things to do? Like get breakfast going?"
Amy shut her up "No, this is important to me now."
Billie pulled her face out of Amy's pussy long enough to add "And I like James where he is right now. Breakfast can wait!"
A moan from the bathroom came from Jeff "Oh, God, Alice, hon, love, don't... uhhhh... stop!"
Kris calling out "Bobbie, keep it coming!"
Bob and Kris' orgasm was as close to simultaneous as I've ever seen and their wails of completion stiffened my resolve further.
Jeff cried out his orgasm, yelling "Al! I love you! Yess!"
Jo was chained to me and I was still working on Billie when Kris and Bob, panting, got off the bed. Kris called out to Jeff "Bro! Get your sweetheart out here, use the bed, and show her you're good with your mouth, too!"
Jo growled. I stopped and growled back: "He's happy, isn't he? He's found a lover. It sure beats him being alone!"
When I renewed my efforts with Billie (who got more active in squeezing and massaging me where we were merged) I could hear her start to pant, which took her mouth off of Amy.
I had a long way to go when Billie came hard; when she came down from her highest point (not completely relaxed given my continued ministrations which kept her excited) she had me pull out and had Amy take her place.
Sinking into Amy again was exciting; Billie knelt in front of Jo and started to lick her as I stroked into the woman in front of me.
Amy was on a hair-trigger by this time and came. Loudly. She made it clear that this wasn't a singular experience as she would come like a freight train more than once.
This fast roller-coaster Amy was riding accelerated me more than anything else I'd experienced (and I'd been through a lot so far just this morning) and I suddenly felt myself spasm, impossibly, yet another load into her.
I almost fell given how my muscles seemed to turn to jelly.
I laid on the bed next to Amy which pulled Jo after me; she sat on the edge of the bed as Billie worked her over.
I also noticed that Jeff had Alice in repeating orgasms already by using his tongue; I watched Kris advising him, whispering in his ear.
Jo spasmed silently (as per her usual) as Billie finished her off. I felt bad for Billie, knowing that Jo's orgasms were so quiet as to be almost anticlimactic. I recalled how disappointed I felt the first time, figuring that I wasn't competent. In a way it helped me to realize that, perhaps, no one was good enough to make Josephine scream out her pleasure.
Things quieted down for us... but not for Jeff and Alice. Apparently going down on Alice had helped him to recharge yet again and her excitement must have over-ridden how sore she'd been earlier. They quickly switched to a doggie position themselves on Jo's bed and he was soon being encouraged to slam her hard despite his efforts to be gentle.
We gathered ourselves, leaving Jeff with Alice. Alice was so far gone she was in no condition to remark on our departure; I thought, from the sounds of her moaning and little screams that she was climaxing almost continuously.
Jeff was a lucky man, finding a woman so vocal in her approval of his attention so early in his life. Now I could empathize better given my experiences with an expressive Amy (and Billie).
I have to admit there was some resentment that I'd not found a woman like Alice before I'd met Jo and that a lot of my life had been pissed away. Admittedly the current situation went a long way to making the past far less important.
We got breakfast going and Jo and I discovered extra little complications; we could only really do one thing at a time.
The aprons we had (Jeff had been kind enough to grab my "Kiss the Cook" barbecue apron for me) protected us from the bacon and grease spatters as we cooked up breakfast.
Since I'd been laid off, I'd taken over most of the cooking with breakfast being one of the larger meals in our household. I'd taken the advice that one should eat like a king for breakfast, a queen at lunch and a pauper for supper. Being home made this easier.
This morning, though, with pancakes, bacon and sausage was harder for me to prepare given the chain; our need to work together and coordinate our actions as we worked side by side at the stove took some effort and attention to each other -- attention we'd cheated each other of for some time. I could see my own complicity in this web of denial but still turned to the chore of making breakfast. Jo dealt with the bacon as I flipped the pancakes ... awkwardly. I really did believe that Leon had planned that our handedness would work against us, forcing us into recognizing and dealing with our dependancies on each other.
It was a good thing we were concentrating on breakfast, the aprons covering our nudity (all right, so I knew there was a breeze blowing against my butt and my balls did feel more than a little bit exposed); we turned to bring our burdens to the table to find our table over-flowing with people.
Jeff and Alice had dressed, albeit not in a fancy way. They were wearing white undershirts (I recognized my V-necks) but, with Alice perched on his lap, it was apparent that they'd not covered their bottoms. While not coupled they were, well... distracted, their eyes closed, mouths open to each other and tongues in motion. Compared to Jeff and Alice, Kris and Bob were the very models of decorum, wearing nicer t-shirts and underwear. Kris sat on Bob's lap, looking incredibly relaxed.
I had to shake my head: Billie and Amy were wearing long T's, with Amy's lettered "Under Construction" and a suggestive arrow pointing to her abdominal region, the outline of a fetus hand-drawn on the shirt.
I wondered when she had time to do that.
All right, so this inventory went quickly, but there were two extra faces at the table that weren't expected in any way. I recognized the woman as Bob's mother Paulette... which would make her Alice's mom, too. (The stupid connections one makes when hit between the eyes by such a startling situation. Jo and I were the least dressed and our backs and bottoms had provided a rather blatant display, so we could be forgiven for any absurdities in our thinking.)
I'm sure Jo's mouth was hanging open like mine. Paulette smiled at both of us and spoke first: "James, Josephine, this is my boyfriend Paul." She smiled, an interesting counterpoint; I think she thought it funny that both of their names were so much alike.
Color me weird; my first thought was 'Well, at least she'll have an easier time remembering his name'.
We just stood there, the food in our hands cooling.
Alice had come up for air and told her mother "I'm happy here, mom. I know what I want, now. I've found him."
Paulette's face clouded up before clearing again, looking back to me and Jo. "Guys, put the food down, sit and eat. And, Alice, here's the vitamin pill you're supposed to take every morning."
I watched as Alice took the tiny tablet and swallowed it with orange juice. This wasn't lost on me, or on Kris, as I met my step-daughter's eyes. It looked like Alice was on an oral contraceptive after all, which was quite a relief.
Paulette whispered into her boyfriend's ear and I saw his eyes go wide. He nodded, they both stepped away into the living room and I turned towards Kris, "You know, you could have warned us."
She smirked then looked serious, shook her head. "You were both so absorbed you didn't hear the doorbell, so it was Amy who answered the door. Blame her for letting them in."
I turned to Amy and got an unrepentant grin from her. I had to sigh; there was no winning. I could swear I saw yellow feathers hanging from her mouth.
I think, though, that all mouths dropped open when Paulette and Paul stepped back in, him in a pair of boxers and her in panties, her fairly respectable breasts swinging free.
Jeff's eyes mapped Alice's mom like radar and then turned back to the passenger of his lap, nodded, smiled and kissed her.
People tell me I'm thick skulled but this time I was able to follow his thoughts almost directly; he was happy with Alice's likely aging pattern. It was easy for me to follow only because I came to the same conclusion. A thought crossed my mind over how lucky a boy Jeff really was.
We all sat at the table and, even though she was smaller than Paul, Paulette kept moving around on his lap. We all heard him groan out "Paulette, please... take pity. I'm trying to be good, here."
Paulette put down her coffee cup, stood up, dropped her panties to the floor, turned around, and, following a quick pantomime, Paul stood to drop his own and sat back down. He sighed, his eyes rolling as he surrendered to her.
We watched her re-seat herself rather more gingerly and saw her smile when she stopped. The looks on their faces were more than a little excited. It was a good thing my equipment was good and dead for now.
Paulette gasped a couple of times as she moved, then turned to us "What's the story, James?" as she pointed to the chain joining me to Josephine.
With a quick look at Jo, who was pouring some syrup on her pancakes, I answered "It's the oddest form of marital therapy I've ever seen, apparently some kind of experimental program. I've no idea how it's supposed to work, though I must admit that it's hard to ignore Jo. And I don't think she can ignore me, either."
Jo was studiously working through breakfast in order to ignore the subject but I did notice she twitched. She was most definately paying some attention.
"So what happens when she goes to work?"
I nodded. "I go with her. We'll be chained like this for a whole week, until Friday afternoon."
She turned to look at Alice, still perched on Jeff's lap. They were carefully feeding each other, alternating bites, with kisses in between bites. "And what of my daughter?"
I asked back "What of your son?"
"Oh, he's a boy."
I raised my eyebrow. "He's less responsible? Just because he's a boy?"
Her brow furrowed. I don't think she was not expecting to be put on the spot. As she concentrated she stopped her motion on Paul's lap. "Uh... well, it's because I don't want her to be hurt, abandoned or otherwise to feel used."
Motion from Alice and Jeff caught my eye. They looked at her mother and I saw them smile at each other again, their eyes seeming to glow as they turned back to each other.
I had a sudden flashback to the evening before and realized that both of them had reacted to the other almost instantly. It was like something catalyzed their relationship. The flash also reminded me of...
"Considering how Jeff looks at her... I don't see him ever discarding her. It's a good thing you have her on the pill, isn't it?"
Paulette nodded her head. "She didn't realize that's what her morning vitamin pill was about. Now the cat's out of the bag..."
I was getting irritated with teen-agers; it's been said that optimists are really pessimists who don't have enough on-the-job experience. So I watched these two unrealistically optimistic teen-agers as they melted back together, comforted that they were unlikely to have an arrival in nine months time. I'm not sure that having to deal with a baby was all that daunting for them.
All right, so I was a little bit jealous. Paulette grabbed my attention again, saying "Well, what are you going to do about them?"
I sighed, checked Jo's shocked face, realized that she did not have enough functioning brain cells at the moment given the number of shocks she'd had so far. Kris got my attention next as I asked her "And how long since your last period?"
Kris showed me a brilliant sunny smile before answering, "I should get it tomorrow. So the likelihood that I'll get pregnant is pretty low. And, Dad, I wanna get on the pill."
I was nodding approval to Kris as Amy jumped into the fray, adding "And I should ovulate in the next two or three days, but I need to make sure I get James enough to ensure that it catches."
Paulette's head snapped towards Amy so quickly that I half expected it to fly off; as it was she probably came close to self-inflicted whiplash. Her next word was pretty lame, consisting of "Huh? What's the story here?"
I'd managed small bites so I suggested Amy explain enough of the situation to them. Considering the detail Amy (and even Billie) provided, the kids paid close attention. Jo got some looks of "what kind of idiot are you" from Paulette, Paul, Bob and even Alice, so I soon pulled her away to take another shower and get some kind of clothes on. This time we took turns sitting as "the thinker". Wiping is usually a one-handed operation but I never before realized what I was using my other hand for. This did not make the process so simple... and Jo discovered, for herself, that she wasn't quite comfortable with this kind of wiping.
It was a good thing it was late spring; I was able to get away with a pair of shorts. Jo, however, was having problems. Sure, she could easily put on a pair of shorts over her panties, but...
You can't get a brassiere on with the chain. You can't get other tops (other than the zippered elastic tube-top Leon had given her) on with the chain too. A string bikini top would work but Jo hated those and so had none. She had shorts but none of her tops would work. So, despite her discomfort at showing her breasts to all in the house, we stepped down to the living room where everyone was lounging on the couch, once again reasonably well dressed. Again we stood out.
Kris was the savior this time. "Mom, let me get you a halter. I've got some that get tied on."
While a naked woman is fairly sexy, sometimes it seems that the actual transition to or from a state of nudity can catch the eye. It was fun to watch Kris (and Alice) help tie the halter onto Josephine. By the time Jo was covered Amy and Billie stood in front of her and took turns kissing and fondling my wife.
I turned to Paulette and found her watching Jo getting attention from Amy and Billie. She turned to me and asked me, quietly, "So what's all this about?"
The fact that my balls were pretty empty by this time allowed me a larger than normal inventory of brain cells to think with and so answer her question: "It appear as if Jo isn't strongly heterosexual. We're not sure, but she may be mostly lesbian. Amy, though... I'm told there's some thought that she's at the age where her biological alarm clock is starting to ring which is pushing up her drive for heterosexual contact, but she's claimed herself bisexual. As is Billie. Our marriage therapists figure that Jo, Amy and Billie can keep each other -- and, hopefully, me -- happy, for now. And maybe I could have children of my own. By Amy, though, instead of Jo."
Paulette nodded. "So what's the story with the kids?"
I hung my head "I'm not sure how it happened. Kris called your son Bob over here and apparently arranged for Alice to come along. I saw Jeff and Alice sitting next to each other but Amy took almost all of my attention away from all of the kids... and, by the time I had enough of my brain back, Jeff and Alice had already... wait" I faced Jeff and Alice, the girl was sitting across his lap, curled up to him, their arms around each other. Her head on his shoulder. "Jeff, Alice... was last night your first time either of you had sex?"
Alice's head popped up and looked at me, nodding, before her shyness overcame her again and she curled up again. Jeff was nodding as well. I turned to Kris "And Kris, what got them so ready to pop each other?"
Kris smirked. "They were so shy, Dad. But they read the same kind of stories and they're both different enough to be good for each other. You should have seen their faces when they met each other! I damn near creamed my panties watching their eyes... it was like seeing love at first sight. They got shy here and there but all we needed to do was provide a good example for them to help them break through their fears."
Jo took that moment to moan given the onslaught of attention from Amy and Billie; Amy had Jo's shorts and panties down to the ankles and was licking at the exposed pussy while Billie had popped the small breasts out of the halter and worked over them with hands and mouth. Jo was in no condition to complain.
So I guess it was my turn.
"You call having sex like that a good example?"
Kris pointed to Jeff and Alice. "Dad, look at them. I mean it, look closely. Is that a committed relationship or what?"
Looking over at how they were cuddling and looking at each other, whispering to each other...
I didn't want to watch them. It made my heart ache, thinking over what I'd never really found in all my life. Or, at least, until I met Amy. And Billie.
Paulette got my attention again "Well, she does look very happy... but what about..."
I nodded. "Yeah, now that she knows, she'll need to keep up her oral contraceptive. It would probably be best for them to learn how to live and function together before they have their world shook by having a baby."
Paulette looked at Paul again and did a double-take. Paul's expression was more than a bit hangdog. "Hon, why the sad face?"
From the look on Paul's face it wasn't difficult for me to know, more or less, what he was feeling. I didn't think Paulette was seeing it clearly, but I could tell that Paul was not far from tears. His voice, though, would tell anyone who paid enough attention. "What about you and me? Am I just a casual fuck or..."
Paulette was just smart enough to catch on at that point, realizing her relationship with Paul could go either way and so acted quickly by getting up onto his lap and cuddling up to him. "You, dear, are not a 'mister convenient' to me. We've been dating long enough that I was thinking of having you move in with me. My kids know that I'd like to keep you all to myself and..."
Bob jumped in "Mom was afraid that with us around it'd make you afraid to touch her. She loves you and wants as much of you as she can get."
Paul had cheered a lot; his eyes seemed to shine as they met Paulette's eyes. "So..."
The woman in his lap purred. "So you won't have to hide from the kids. After this morning nothing will shock them, so I can have you anywhere in the house any time we want. Capische? If they see us, they see us. If we see them, we see them. No big deal."
Paul seemed happy enough with this declaration and pulled Paulette closer to him, cuddling her as best he could; it did not take long for their lips to find each other's.
I rolled my eyes at Kris. She smirked. It was funny how Bob was more curled up to her than the other way around.
Paulette moaned out "Oh, Paul, you're hard again. Right here, doggie... take me on the floor in front of my kids..."
I stood there as she suited action to words. Paul was no slouch in doffing his boxers again and we were soon unable to avoid hearing two very vocal people having sex in front of a rather large audience.
If I didn't know better...
Actually, I did know better. They were both more excited than I would have expected by having an attentive audience. This also acted to accelerate Jo's rush to orgasm as Amy and Billie's attentions were augmented by the words pouring from the mouths of the madly rutting couple in front of her. Jo finally yipped out her climax as Paulette and Paul reached their own loud orgasms.
That little sound from Jo was the most I'd ever heard from her ever. I was surprised.
Jo couldn't slump to the floor with our wrists attached all that easily, so I helped lower her to the floor with Billie as Amy stood up. I heard Kris call out "Amy" while I made sure Jo was comfortable.
Billie is kind of cruel, I think. She positioned Jo so that she'd have a good view of Paulette's pussy.
Next thing to startle me was Amy getting into a 69 position with Jo, looking back at me and saying "Get to it, stud."
I must've looked confused. Billie let me know what was expected of me by grabbing my dick, which startled me.
Somehow, with that sex show, I'd gotten hard again. Billie positioned me for entry... and I slid home into Amy.
Amy's next words shocked me. "Jo, please kiss his balls. Bless them. Tell them to make a baby in me. Please....?"
I was balls deep in Amy when I felt Jo's lips kiss my balls.
No, there was no tongue, but there didn't need to be. Jo's voice was very relaxed and almost dreamy as I heard her say "May these balls make a baby in Amy's womb..."
With the blessing and enthusiasm I started stroking gently into Amy.
I knew this was going to take a while. I also knew that I had a good repertoire of brain cells still connected to each other so the ability to touch Amy in various places to bring her to boil was present. Her breasts, butt cheeks, hips and clitoris were all getting more than a little bit of attention from me.
Amy must have been pretty hot to trot after giving Jo a tongue lashing; she came quickly, like a freight train.
A long freight train.
Bringing a woman off like this is one thing that can make any man feel good, and the enforced pause as she recaptured her breath allowed me to look around.
Of course I have to admit that I had a lot of help with both Amy and Billie since it was seldom just one-on-one with no other stimulation but each other. I recalled Amy's response on Thursday night wasn't as explosive but she was still satisfied.
The kids were getting into the act.
Again.
Well... I couldn't see Jeff or Alice, I figured they'd left the room. Paulette was laying down flat on the floor with Paul close by, cradling her head on his shoulder, both of them watching Kris lick Paulette's slit as Bob pumped his erection into Kris.
Paulette was not silent with this attention. I saw Billie move over and start working on Paulette's erect nipples.
The volume level in the room went up so I returned my full attention to the woman who was feeling my erection sawing back and forth.
We were all pretty blasted at the end; it took me seemingly forever to finally fire whatever semen I had in my prostate into Amy. I think Amy was even more exhausted considering how much panting and clamping her vagina did to me through the whole exercise.
Jo'd long since had faded out so I carefully tipped us over onto our left sides, paying attention to how the chain had been threaded. Amy and I lay on our left sides in spoon position as my erection finally faded. I wasn't sure I'd be able to get another hard-on for a few days.
And it wasn't even noon yet, I thought as I faded out into a nap.
I was only mildly disoriented when I woke up with Amy spooned in my arms still asleep, both of us under a sheet. Jo was stirring and I looked up to see Leon, Ruth and a female cop. Scanning around, I saw that Paul and Paulette were gone and there was no sign of the kids. Billie was wearing a t-shirt and looked uncomfortable.
"James?" Ruth asked, "How are you doing? You really should have remembered to re-charge the panic button."
I peeked under the sheet past Amy's body and saw the low battery light blinking on it. Popping my head back up I went "Ummm, Yeah, I'm sorry."
Jo was also under the sheet and actually looked comfortable, if a bit mussed, as she looked around. Amy was still sound asleep in my arms and a check of her face showed me someone happily asleep.
I heard Ruth giggle. "You do remember that you were going to be checked up on daily? With an officer? This is the first visit. Meet Amanda Gee; she's here to confirm that neither of you has accumulated any bruises, so you'll need to strip for her."
Jo's eyes met mine and for the first time in years I could see them crinkle with laugh lines. Seeing her in an amused mood seemed very different and I couldn't help but feel we were sharing something funny.
It seemed like a long time since Jo and I had last been able to smile knowingly at each other.
Due to the arrangement of bodies, Amy was between Jo and I and my left arm ran under Amy's head as a cushion. This would take some work if I was going to try to leave her undisturbed. I also needed to withdraw my right arm from around her body. She hadn't reacted when I'd taken my right hand from her breast so I could look at the "panic button" but this time she moved and wrapped her hands around my arm and pulled my hand back to her left tit.
When I first tried to move Amy awakened just enough to moan for me not to let go of her, so I whispered into her ear "We have visitors, hon."
This message apparently hit her hard; she shuddered as if electrified, stretching as her eyes popped open and she was able to look around.
Officer Gee watched as I moved the covers to expose myself while still covering as much of Amy as I could; I watched to see her reaction. I managed to disengage my left arm, giving Amy a kiss in exchange, and Jo and I managed to stand up with only a few false starts.
We were spared many of the more scathing remarks we could have had as they each inspected us for bruises, abrasions. It was nice that everyone managed to avoid comments about how (and where) we were wet.
It was also fortunate (I think) that we'd not been clumsy enough to have any new bumps and bruises.
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