Chapter 9

"You're a bastard!" Jean snarled.

Okay, she was going to complain and shit. She would get over it or she wouldn't -- but video of her fucking a fourteen-year-old boy was even more damning than what she'd been doing upstairs -- and I had that, too. Still, I was HOPING for willing cooperation, eventually... "And you're a bitch," I replied reasonably. "We make a fine pair. Ever seen cats fuck?"

"What?"

"The female bitches and complains even though she's been walking around with her tail cocked to the side, screaming her need," I explained. "Tell me there aren't parallels here..."

"So... Uh! Are you gonna blackmail me for the rest of my life?"

"Only until you're thoroughly domesticated." I shifted my concentration to the fuck, which was absolutely marvelous! She was hot, wet, and clingy, her pussy acting like it didn't want to let me go on the out-stroke. Jean's mouth might be complaining, but her pussy had the welcome mat out, BIG TIME!

She was thoroughly warmed up, too; Pete had done a fine job of plundering her, leaving huge gaps in her defenses. I might not have needed them, but I took advantage of them, anyway. The trick here was to see to it that she enjoyed herself. I had the equipment and the experience... I collected her nipples in my fingers and rubbed them and she got that odd pained/pleased expression that sex puts on just about everyone's face. "You..."

"What?"

"Nothing..." Her nostrils widened. "Jesus..."

"Something wrong, Baby?"

"No." Her hips started rolling, bringing her pussy up to grant me full access. "You win. Guh! For now..." Her hands came up to clutch my biceps and rub up and down my arms and her ankles locked behind the small of my back and she let go of whatever anger she had left and started helping me auger her out. Forty seconds later, her eyes rolled up and she started to spasm and I knew the war was over -- but I had a nut to get, so I kept driving. She pulled my head down, so I let go of her nipples and took the load on my hands; her mouth was hot and hungry and her tongue wanted to dance. We shifted to a new mode where she basically hung off of me, swinging forward and back, driving her pussy onto my cock as I drilled forward. This actually got in the way of things as her second orgasm approached, so I pushed myself up and made her ride me vertically, clutching me and gasping -- and biting the living shit out of my neck -- as her orgasm rolled over her.

"Damn!" I gasped. "That cat analogy was on the money! Get your fangs out of my neck!" When she backed off, it was obvious from the look on her face she didn't realize what she was doing.

I couldn't get her to three -- it was my first load of the day and I was over-stimulated -- so I blew in her while we were still upright, then lowered her to the floor and braced myself over her, panting.

"God!" she gasped. "Why didn't you...?"

"What?"

"Say something... Do something..."

"Flowers and candy and lending you my car weren't working," I grunted. "The Jacuzzi trap didn't work. What ELSE was I supposed to do?"

She giggled softly. "I just didn't take you seriously."

I shrugged. "Sometimes, nothing less than a broadside gets their attention. What was I SUPPOSED to do -- wear a button that says, 'I know how to fuck?' I TOLD you I wanted in there..."

"I know. Guys don't tell you that unless they know they don't have a shot and figure they can tease you without losing anything..."

"Or they're softening up your defenses so they can come in under the radar," I retorted.

"Oh..." Jean pondered this. She glanced over at Karen; Michael was done for the moment, but he was sucking her titties and Karen was cooing and not complaining. "What about Karen?"

"You're going to have to put up with her -- and probably a couple of others, too. To a certain extent, it's up to you where you sit in the batting order. Karen has... special needs. If you want to be on top, you can take advantage of them."

"Special needs?"

"She needs a keeper. Right now, I'm it. If you want to help out, the fringe benefits are impressive," I explained.

"Oh?"

"Yup. Karen?"

"Yes, Cletus?" Karen held Michael's head to a breast while she rocked up to look at me.

"Jean needs a cleanout. Keep licking until she cums." I started backing out.

"Yes, Cletus."

"Michael, you can continue with what you're doing or you can go suck Joy's titties -- whichever makes sense."

Michael eyed Joy, who was cuddled up with Pete, looking exhausted. "Joy's busy."

"Maybe you've got another load for Karen?"

Michael watched his friend's mother kneel up between his mother's legs and start sucking. "Yeah, probably."

"Maybe you should practice eating pussy, yourself."

"Yeah." He nodded and moved to put himself on his back between Karen's thighs; Karen widened her stance to accommodate him, then started grunting into Jean's pussy as his tongue went to work.

That left me; I knee-walked to Jean's head. "How about a cleanup?"

"Guh! Okay! Guh!" I cradled her head so she could get at my meat, not expecting much because she was flushed cherry red to the nipples and obviously getting ready to pop. Still, she did a fair to middling job, since I was only looking for a cleanup.

Feet thudded down the stairs. I backed up and walked over to take a look; they were golden brown. In a moment, the rest of Gina hove into view. She took in the scene, somewhat surprised, and asked, "How is Sis?"

"She's fine," I told her. "Cuddled up right now." Looking at her, it appeared that she was too busy kissing Pete to notice that she was being talked about.

"Does she still have her cherry?"

"Just barely -- because I didn't want someone without any practical experience to pop it," I replied. "But both of the boys are through OJT, so..."

"OJT?"

"On the job training," I explained, waving at Michael, whose head wasn't visible between Karen's thighs.

"Oh."

"If you want her to keep it, you'd better take her back upstairs," I told Gina. "Otherwise, I figure it'll be gone in two hours, tops -- but I wouldn't expect her to keep it in any case; she wants it gone, and she knows where the dicks are coming from."

Gina shrugged. "I want it gone, too -- that's why I sent her down here. She'll be a lot more confident..."

"Consider it handled, then."

"Okay." Gina eyed my cock -- which was in recovery, and only half-hard -- then eyed Michaels', which was pulsing on his belly, hopping up and down, rock hard. "I wonder..."

"Girlie show wasn't adequate?" I chuckled.

"It's an appetizer," Gina muttered, stepping past me to stand over Michael, eyeing his cock with glowing eyes. "I could hold out if I had to, but..."

"I don't see him complaining," I rumbled.

"Me, either." Gina squatted and took Michael's cock in her hands. Michael stopped licking Karen and looked up. "Go on," Gina encouraged him. "I just thought you might like me to put this to use."

"Sure..." Michael croaked, then watched as Gina straddled him and squatted over his cock, directing it into her opening. "Ahhh, Jeezus..."

"Don't cum right away!" Gina admonished.

"I won't," Michael promised.

"Go back to what you were doing -- it'll help you hold off," Gina told him.

"Sure..." Michael pulled Karen's pussy back down into contact with his mouth, and Gina started slowly posting on his cock.

"I wanted this ever since I saw it," she husked.

Funny how that happens," I chuckled.

"I wanted that, too," she puffed, pointing at my meat, "but it doesn't seem to want me..." She closed her eyes and rocked her head back on her shoulders for a moment before rolling it back in my direction; clearly, Michael's cock was satisfactory.

Apparently, inferiority complexes ran in her family. "I just got up off Jean, there, and I don't have the recharge time of a fourteen-year-old. You can have it if you want it -- worst case, you'll have to elbow aside one of the older generation to get it."

"Oh... Okay... Shit..." Gina was looking a little glazed already; conversation wasn't going to be sparkling with her busy feeling the itch in her pussy being scratched by Michael's cock.

Jean gave me a look. "Gina?"

"Gina, Amy -- probably Heather, at some point. Get used to the idea. I suspect that Holly prefers girls. Basically, if they want it, they'll get it -- my old man always said that a piece of ass you pass up is gone forever -- if you wait until another day, it just means you could have had it twice," I told her.

"Heather?"

"You don't think she wants dick?" I asked. "I do. I don't plan to force her, though."

"She's my daughter!"

"Yeah, I noticed. You know, Hon, that doesn't sew her pussy up," I pointed out. "Now, if you want her to get her first from some kid who knows nothing but the fact that his dick is hard in the back seat of a car, I'm more or less fine with that -- but it's a great way to make her hung-up like her mama."

Jean frowned. "Do you ALWAYS have to be nasty?" she whined.

"Babe, I tend to deal in the unvarnished truth," I told her gently leaning down to caress a cheek. "You need to learn not to take it personally and just go with it. It doesn't mean I'm not sweet on you or anything -- it's more like I want you to understand how things are without having to sift through a bunch of bullshit." She was pinking up again, so I stood. "You let Karen get you off again, then maybe you want to let her go so she can climb off and let Michael give Gina his undivided attention. I'm gonna go check on the girls."

"Okay." She wasn't going anywhere -- not with both of her hands on Karen's head, holding her in place. I grinned and headed for the stairs, buck naked.

Upstairs, the door to the TV room was open. I stuck my head in; Heather and Holly and Kate were sleeping, apparently -- but Amy wasn't present in the room. I headed off down the hallway and checked my office (closing the surveillance application) and was headed for my bedroom when the toilet flushed. I moved a bit off-side of the door so I wouldn't scare her and waited for Amy to open up. "There you are!" she dimpled, discovering me in the hallway. "I was wondering..."

"There was a situation in the basement that needed taking care of," I replied.

"Where is Jean?"

"In the basement."

"Was she the situation?"

"Well, more the solution," I replied, "although I guess you could say that she was a part of the situation at one point."

Amy nodded. "How is the Jean thing going?"

"It's handled," I told her. "In the bag."

"Oh, no kidding? Man you're a smoothie, Cletus!" Amy said admiringly.

"Yeah, well, I play dirty pool, too," I chuckled. "But it works."

"I'm sure."

"And Heather?"

"Well, she likes girls, and she likes toys -- but you know that, don't you?"

"You've been in my office, then," I grinned.

"Yup. Nice setup."

"It does what I need it to do," I agreed. "I got this great video of Jean watching you girls with three fingers in her pussy. After that, she was pretty malleable."

"Blackmail!" Amy produced a toothy grin. "Is anything beneath you?"

I looked at the floor. "Not at the moment. If you'd care to lie down..."

Amy giggled. "On the floor?"

"There's a bed up the hall..."

"I thought you'd never ask!"

We adjourned to my bedroom, where Amy hopped up on the bed and turned around on all fours and proceeded to show me that she'd taken Blow Jobs 101 while I stood next to the bed. I rubbed her back and played with her hair and her titties for a while, but we both wanted me plugged into her pussy, so when I asked, "Doggie?" she swapped ends and presented her round ass. I know I've indicated that she was a little chubby before -- and I think I've mentioned that it isn't necessarily the issue that young studs think it is. In Amy's case, it DAMNED sure wasn't; she had a pussy that clutched my dick like an oily velvet glove -- and she wasn't shy about enjoying taking a dick at all! I bent a little and reached around to diddle her clit and she made unmistakably joyful noises while pushing her cushy ass back for more. Her, "OH HOLY SHIT!!!" when she got off the first time echoed up the hallway and apparently awakened Kate, because a couple of minutes later, she was standing in my bedroom door, bug-eyed.

"Mister Putnam!" Kate erupted.

"Call me Cletus, Honey -- all my women do," I puffed.

"What are you doing?"

"We're fucking -- you know that," I chided, puffing. "Why?"

"Well, Amy is..."

"A consenting adult -- aren't you, Honey?" I asked Amy.

"Oh, Gawd, yes!" Amy gasped. "You gotta try this! It's SOOO much better than a rubber one!"

"As you can see," I puffed, "There is no coercion, here..."

"Uh huh..." Kate's hand stole to her crotch without her brain even realizing it, I think.

"If you're gonna diddle, climb up on the bed here beside us so we can watch," I told her."

"That's nasty..." Kate mused.

"That's why you'll like it," I retorted. "Go on..."

Kate came around to our left and settled with one foot on the mattress and one on the floor, making a nice spread, and proceeded to work herself over, rubbing three fingers over her clit while watching my cock slide in and out of Amy's clutching twat. Amy watched her, gasping, "Do it! Do it!" then after a few seconds, "Awww SHIT! I'M GONNA CUM AGAIN!!!"

This drew a crowd; fortunately, Kate didn't notice right away. When she did, both her mother and Jean were standing there. Kate jumped a foot and went looking for some way to pretend she hadn't been doing anything, but there really wasn't any source of plausible deniability. Karen just shook her head. "It's okay, Hon -- besides, it's WAY too late. Just go back to what you were doing."

"Momma... I..."

Karen just came forward and ruffled her hair. "Are you in line?"

"F--for what?"

"Why, Cletus, Sweetheart -- what else?"

"I... Maybe." Kate hung her head.

"You might have to wait a bit, Honey," I puffed. "This is round two in a fairly short time for me. I'm not Peter or Michael..."

Kate looked totally flustered. I glanced at Jean -- no, probably not. Hmmm. "Amy? Kate needs some relief..."

Amy reached out and grabbed Kate's arm. "Come up here..." Kate let her drag her up to where she could work, eyeing the older women worriedly -- but Karen climbed up on the bed and settled behind her, stroking her cheek. "Go ahead, Baby -- it's okay. We've both done it -- haven't we, Jean?" Kate relaxed a little and suffered herself to be repositioned by Amy, who then dove into her crotch, slurping, which had the benefit that the next time she lit off, the noises went into Kate's tunnel and came out muffled.

Jean was standing there, so I nodded at the bed. "Find something to do -- and don't give me any shit about how you don't do girls!" She stood there a minute looking flustered and picking her fingers, then climbed up behind Karen and gathered one of Karen's tits and one of Kate's and started working over the nipples. Karen lifted her face for a kiss and Jean dithered a moment, but delivered -- and when they broke, Kate whined and Jean moved to her while Karen leaned in to suck Jean's neck and ears.

Kate popped, then Amy popped again -- then I popped, blowing a good-sized wad deep into Amy's cunt.

Amy groaned and rolled to the side, disconnecting both from me and from Kate. "Oh, Gawd! I know you're busy, but I sure hope you have a few holes in your calendar! Omigawd!"

"Well, I DO have other obligations," I panted, waving at Jean and Karen and Kate, "but I'm sure you girls can work something out." I lay there watching Jean work two fingers in the froth at Kate's opening; Kate's eyes rolled up and her legs started kicking and I knew that she was already late feeling a dick. Well, she was going to have to wait...

"Where is Gina?" Amy puffed, backing her plush ass against me and watching the others play. Karen extracted herself from the pile, and I knew why; any second, a line was gonna get crossed between her and her daughter.

"Clean Amy up," I directed Karen.

"Goody!" Karen grinned. "What do you eat, Cletus, that your cum tastes so good?" She crawled around and I rolled Amy half on her back so Karen could get at her twat.

"I dunno. Glad you like it," I muttered. Turning my attention to Amy, I answered her, "When I looked last, Peter was handling Joy and Michael was handling Gina."

Amy nodded. "I didn't think Gina was going to want to settle for tongue."

I watched Kate thrash and gurgle into Jean's mouth, then realized I was drifting. "All right, y'all keep it down -- I'm gonna take a nap. I should recharge in a couple of hours -- y'all draw straws or something to see who gets the next load. Come to think of it, Katie can have it if she wants it -- after that, you can figure it out..."

Amy tensed in my grip, arched herself, whining, and gently pushed Karen back. "Can I stay here?"

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean you have the inside track or anything," I muttered. "Don't be greedy." I faded out.

When I awakened, there was dim light coming from somewhere; I got the impression it was just before dawn. My cock was swelling inside someone's mouth. I left my eyes closed, not wanting to know just yet whose mouth it was. "That's it," a soft voice murmured at my left hip, "Use your lips and tongue and be careful about teeth. Work the area just behind the head -- especially at the bottom. See how he's swelling up? You're doing real good..." Lips rolled up and down my shaft and I sighed in pleasure. "Okay, swap," the voice directed. Fingers took my cock by the root, holding it upright to feed to a different pair of lips. "Easy," the voice whispered. "See how much you can take in when you go down. You want to learn to actually get it in your throat, eventually, so you might as well try it..."

The student gagged a little, trying to take me deep. Karen -- I'd gotten enough of a voice sample to know it was Karen -- chuckled. "The good news is that when you do that, your mouth fills with spit and helps lube things. It'll actually help you get him down, if you keep working at it. But I think you need to come at him from higher up, so you get a straighter shot down your neck..."

I opened one eye. Karen was there on my left, and Kate was knelt up over my waist with one knee between my spread legs watching... I opened my other eye and got a surprise! Heather! I'd had her marked as a more or less long-term project! Karen grinned at me and lilted, "He's awa-ake!" Heather stopped staring at my pubes and flicked her eyes up at my face, turning a bit pink in the process.

"You're doing fine, Sweetie," I told her. "Don't let me stop you!" Her eyes locked on mine, Heather bobbed on my shaft again, obviously trying for the root -- and failing. "It takes a little practice," I told her. "Some girls just never get there. It's no shame, but you might want to try a narrow rubber dildo for practice."

Heather popped off my cock and exclaimed, "Those rubber things aren't even close!"

I chuckled. "I see you're getting an appreciation for the good things in life." I looked up at Karen. "Where's her mother?"

"Off watching the boys."

Do they need watching?"

"Probably not," Karen shrugged. "I think she left this to me more or less for plausible deniability."

"Who are we short?"

"Well, Holly. She's still asleep in the TV room."

"I am not!" came from the doorway. "What's all this?"

"Blow job class," I told her, taking in the whole puffy-fleshed, freckled redhead gestalt for really the first time. Holly wasn't heavy by any means, but she had that soft-fleshed look a lot of redheads have. "We figured you might not have that in your curriculum."

"No?"

"You tell us..." I shrugged.

Holly looked at the other girls. "You all thought..."

"Hey, I'll bet nobody actually asked," I interjected, eyeing her. She was showing signs of getting upset. "You know how these subjects are -- people lie and people assume because just asking the question is an imposition. If you want to play, come on up!"

Kate waved her over and Holly got her lower lip under control as she crawled onto the bed on Heathers other side. "Sorry, Holly -- it's like Cletus said -- we just didn't know. I mean, we've talked about the other thing..."

"I like boys," Holly sulked.

"Quit complaining then and show me," I grunted. "Heather, pass the baton."

Heather backed a bit so that Holly could get a better angle on things and Karen asked, "So, what do you know?"

"Not much," Holly replied. "Wow! This thing feels..."

"Yeah, ain't it great?" Kate muttered. "Totally different from those rubber things!"

"Hard AND soft -- very cool!" Wavy red hair cascaded over my belly as her lips slid over my glans.

"Work the head and the area right behind it," Karen took up instruction. "Go further if you can, but come back up. You want to run your lips over the head, up and down, like you're fucking it. You don't HAVE to go for the root, but if you can do it, they love it. Don't stop and concentrate on one spot, even if it's sensitive -- guys want to fuck -- and that includes your face. Just soaking it and licking like you would a clit won't get him off."

Kate watched Holly work. "That deep-throat thing is just a story, right? Nobody does that, really..."

Karen blinked at her daughter and looked sad. "I've neglected you. I'm so sorry, Baby. I never meant to hold out on you -- it's just that with me there isn't any in-between."

"Huh?" Kate blinked.

"Holly, can you let me have it a moment?" Karen asked. "I'm going to circle over Cletus to get a good angle, then I want you all to watch..." She straddled me; I let her do it and didn't distract her, because I knew what was coming. She pulled me in for a couple of strokes, hitting the back of her throat so she could gather up spit, no doubt -- then she held up her hand to get their undivided attention while she swallowed me to the root. Then she bobbed up to kiss the tip and buried her nose in my balls a second time -- and then a third. Backing off, she pulled in a breath and declared, in the face of various exclamations, "As you can see, it's not just a story, Hon. It's a real technique, and guys love it. You'll improve your sex life if you can do it, because he'll be CERTAIN to want to make you happy, afterward!" Kate nodded, speechless. Karen handed my cock back to Holly. "Now that you all know what's possible, you can work on it in the certain knowledge that you're not wasting your time. Holly, take another minute or so, then pass to Kate..."

They went through a couple of rotations, one after another, while the other two generally asked questions. "Do you swallow?" Holly asked.

"Yes, Honey," Karen replied. "Quite aside from the fact that it's less messy, I like the taste. If you don't, and you can deep-throat, you can always go deep when he cums -- that'll get it past the taste buds, more or less -- but don't make faces and stuff and ask a guy if you can take it on a towel or something -- it's an insult."

"What about having him squirt on your chest or your face?" Heather asked.

"Can I answer that?" I asked.

"Sure..." Karen waved.

"Taking it on the face is called bukake -- especially in bulk from more than one guy. You see it a lot in porn videos, but there are a couple of issues with it," I explained. "In the first place, at the end, it's jacking off -- which I consider a less than perfect solution, if I've been in a nice, warm, wet mouth. In the second, it's an insult -- or a humiliation, at least -- for the lady. What it says is that she isn't good enough to take my seed -- in ANY hole -- and I'd rather waste it and make her wear the evidence of her shame. If I pull out and I shoot on your face, either you WANT to be humiliated, or you pissed me off -- BAD!"

"Oh." Heather's mouth shrank to the size of an olive pit while she considered this.

"You wouldn't be the only woman to not know this," I told her. "A lot of women who ought to, don't -- especially some who consider themselves to be religious. You see, it goes back to a biblical injunction against spewing your seed on the ground." Even Karen was surprised at that one...

Eventually, though, Holly got irritated. "Why haven't you cum?"

"Well, Honey, there are a couple of reasons," I told her. "In the first place, while you all are plenty good enough to get fountains of jizz from boys your age, I'm a little older, and I've been worked on by experts. Second, since I'm older, I have more staying power and I'm harder to get off. Third, we've had a lot of distractions and change-ups and such. And, last but not least, there's a little voice in my head telling me that I'm surrounded by young, smoking-hot pussy and it would be a shame to have to let go in a mouth!"

That got a couple of nervous giggles. I sat back and waited. Karen sat back, too, eyeing the trio wearing a Mona Lisa smile. After a moment, Heather looked around, "What?"

"You don't get it?" Karen simpered.

"Oh!" Kate yelped. "He's looking for volunteers!"

"Well, I murmured, "I have a fall-back plan..."

"What's that?" Holly asked.

I glanced at Karen, and she erupted, "I'm not stupid -- if you three all turn chicken, I'm climbing on that thing!"

"Kate has first call, from earlier," I said, "but if you're no longer interested, you can say so -- I won't be wounded..."

"Who's next?" Holly burst out.

"That's something you can negotiate among yourselves," I told her. Holly and Heather shared a glance; you could tell that they were trying to decide if it was better to say yes or to say no. Heather opened her mouth...

... And Kate cut her off, "I want it!" She crawled forward and straddled me.

"Relax, Honey!" I admonished. "You don't have to throw yourself on it! Are you wet? Are you ready? The first time is better if you're hot and ready..."

"I'm good," Kate mumbled -- but she looked nervous.

"Let's see..." I slid a finger along her labia. She was a little damp, but not juicy. "Let me work this a bit," I murmured, putting my fingers in gear. "You two can help -- kiss her a little and suck her titties. Don't be shy -- I know you know how..."

They did. Characteristically, Heather dithered for a moment -- but Holly knee-walked up and tried to shove her tongue down Kate's throat while rubbing a nipple. Given the example, Heather relaxed and moved up on the other side. Over the next couple of minutes, Kate got juicy, then hot, then her pussy started talking. It was time to party. "Now, Honey," I directed. "Sit on it!"

Kate lurched up and poised my cock at her opening; it seated itself and stopped -- and Kate started wondering if she had the nerve...

Karen had it for her. She rose behind her daughter, put her hands on her shoulders and shoved downward. Kate let out a yelp -- but I had half my length in her. I grabbed her hands to keep her from recoiling. "Shhhh! It's over! Just relax, now, and get used to it. Wiggle a little, when you think you can..."

Tears were pouring down Kate's face. "I didn't do that, Honey. I didn't plan it that way, either," I apologized.

"It was for the best, Sweetie," Karen said softly. "You were losing your nerve."

"I wasn't!" Kate sniffled -- but we all knew better. Point was, it was handled, one way or the other.

"Okay, Hon," I shushed her. "Let's get on to the fun part. The thing about having an old guy do this for you is that if you'd used a young one, he'd have got his rocks off while you were squealing -- and you'd never have gotten there. See if you can wiggle a little, now..." Kate started moving -- and grimaced -- but she didn't stop. It was one of those things; you had an itch -- you needed to scratch it. The itch was inside, and so was the scratcher. Sure, it stung a little, but it brought relief, too... I held still while the itch got more and more important and the sting faded into the background... Pretty soon, her eyes came back to me from the inward gaze enforced by what was going on between her legs -- all wide and shocked as she realized that the hard part was over and it was party time! "Okay, now, get you some!" I instructed her. "Ride it! Find what feels best and go to town!" She rocked forward and I reached up to mess with her nipples and she surrendered her titties to my attentions gladly.

Holly got in her face. "How is it?"

"G -- good!" Kate panted.

"Really?"

"Really, really!" Kate was spinning up to giving me a pounding, along with a sliding component along the top of my cock that wasn't all that pleasant for me, but I knew was giving her clit serious stimulation.

"You're just kidding, right?"

Kate batted at her, all patience lost. "Get away! Shut up!" Getting her pussy bored out demanded Kate's full attention -- and Holly might as well have been a mosquito.

Holly looked like she was about to cloud up, so I intervened, grabbing her arm. "Don't take it personal, Hon; Kate's busy. If you were doing what she is, you wouldn't want anyone bothering you, either. Now, if you want to help, that's different..."

"How?"

"Give her a kiss, like you were before."

Holly knelt up next to my shoulder and leaned in, but Kate was moving too fast for lip work; she was humping away, and it was clearly urgent. "I don't think so," Holly sighed.

"Well, maybe later. Still, if you're watching her, I imagine your questions are answered," I offered.

"Yeah..." Kate was hammering herself down on me, puffing and blowing and bright pink, her titties shuddering with the impacts. She wasn't saying anything but she was puffing like a steam locomotive. She reached out and grabbed an arm, clearly making an effort, "H-Holly... Guh... Guh... OMIGAAAAWD!!!" Kate put claw marks in poor Holly's arm as orgasm overwhelmed her and she screamed at the ceiling. Suddenly, she was all over the place, weaving, and her pussy was a swamp -- with a quicksand bog in the middle that nibbled and sucked at my dick. She hauled Holly in and leaned on her so she could stay in the saddle while she shuddered and bounced, wailing, "Fuck! Fuck!" She stopped then to collect herself, drooling on Holly's shoulder, and Holly looked down at me over her shoulder.

"I think she likes it," I opined.

"Jeezus God!" Kate panted. "More!"

"Time to roll over I think," I muttered, waving Holly back. I pulled Kate down to me and rolled to my left, hoping I wouldn't run out of bed. We never came unhitched; I lifted her hips and got my legs under me, then lifted her by the hips and dragged her back to center stage -- then it was time to take charge...

Given the amount of abuse Kate had delivered on her way to nirvana, I didn't worry about being gentle and romantic -- I just put the meat to her the way we both needed it done. Kate humped back like a mad thing, grunting and gasping and obviously white hot. "NOW, you can play," I told Holly. "Stick your tongue down her neck and play with her titties so she gets a bonus..." Holly repositioned and came at Kate from above and I glanced around to see what the other occupants of the room were doing.

Suffering describes it, more or less. Heather was TRYING to keep her hands out of her crotch, but it was killing her - and Karen was shaking like a bird dog in a duck blind. I picked up Karen with my eyes and said, "Get Heather off!" -- and Karen basically tackled the slight girl from behind and held her down while she rubbed her little furry cunt with three fingers. Heather struggled for about a second, then subsided and spread her legs so Karen could work. Sensing cooperation, Karen let her get up on her knees. "I'll suck you, if..." she grunted.

Heather looked at me, and I chided her, "You're not kidding me -- I've got video of you eating pussy. Might as well enjoy yourself!" Crestfallen, she shrugged and told Karen, "Okay." Karen crawled up and went flat out on her back and Heather crawled over her and the pair of them more or less forgot us while they enjoyed their tongue rides.

They were still at it when I arched up and ground my cock as deep in Kate as I could and dropped my load in her. Kate was just past Big Cum Number Three, so I didn't feel bad for her. I think she felt it because she kicked like a pithed frog for the first couple of forceful squirts. When I was good and drained, I backed out and headed off to the bathroom for the more or less mandatory post-coital piss, knowing I'd completed a job well done.