passing out

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Coming home and facing an internal crisis. Cathy rides to the rescue again, with a surprise.

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The trip home was anticlimactic. No last minute calls from Ana Isabel, no nefarious visits from men in black suits, and we were on our own at the airport. No mile-high club. My new favorite stewardess wasn’t on our particular flight. Even the petting on the flight was curtailed, nothing more than hand-holding and leg caressing.



We did chat a bit about our trip, and discussed business. There was still a possibility of travel for one more training session. I confessed that the next time I went overseas, I planned to take Debbie and/or Beth with me.



“I don’t imagine Major de Borbón would approve of that.”



“Perhaps not, but I’m thinking a clean break is best. Showing up in Madrid with my girls would be an effective way of ensuring that.”



She laughed. “It would do a pretty good job of enhancing the legend of ‘Señor Jack’. Everyone was already talking about how you’d finally melted the Ice Dragon, and of course there were a few rumors running around about you and me. Debbie would be the icing on the cake. Debbie and Beth both? You’d be immortalized.”



“Please. As far as most of that crowd is concerned, I’m the guy that struck out every night, and set his sights just a little too high.”



“I’m telling it how I see it. I can certainly see the allure, your Major is a fascinating and attractive woman. Wealth, power, bloodlines, and that body! What’s not to like? I’m almost surprised I didn’t lose you over there.”



I didn’t tell her just how close it might have been.



I managed to nap a bit on the flight, but my internal schedule was all messed up. I woke up tired and grouchy; Chris was kind enough to let me be. A free beer took the edge off. A second one had me back to my laid-back self, contemplating the situation I’d left behind, and the girls I was headed home to.



It was getting dark as we drove back to the office where I’d parked. Chris drove, and I couldn’t help but wonder if our antics would cause any troubles in her home life. I was hoping she’d get through it all OK.



“You’re doing it again. Stop it.”



“Doing what?” I asked.



“You’re staring at me.”



“Sorry. I’m going to miss what we have together.”



She sighed. “Me too, Jack. Me too. But it’s best this way.”



“Hundred mile rule still apply?” I teased, reaching out and caressing her leg.



“Please don’t, Jack. I don’t want to show up home with my panties soaked through.”



I withdrew my hand. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”



“And we’ll see about your ’100 mile rule’. We might need to fly out to L.A. before too long. Who knows what might happen? We’ll take it one step at a time.”



“I hope your husband figures out what a treasure he has in you,” I told her.



“I’m going to work on it. I think sometimes I’m not such a treasure. Maybe I can do something about that.”



She was terribly pensive through most of the drive, and we parted in the parking lot with a hug. It started casually enough, but after several long moments she was clinging to me tightly. “We’ll both be OK, right Jack?”



“More than OK. I’m certain.”



She stayed in my arms. “There’s no doubt we’ll come out of this smelling like a rose at work. A huge success. And Spain was nothing short of incredible. But it’s back to the real world now.”



“I know. I’m sorry things got so crazy.”



She withdrew from my arms, and shook her hair free. “I think I needed a little ‘crazy’ in my life. See you Monday?”



“Bright and early at the stroke of ten. I think I’ll sleep in for once. I’m guessing I’ll have a busy weekend at home.”



It was nice to see her smile. “I hope that makes two of us.”



No kiss goodbye, she just walked back to her car, gave me a wave and climbed in. I hopped in my car and took off for home. There were a couple of girls I desperately wanted to see.



* * *



I arrived to a packed house. All the full-time residents were present, as were Karen and Jim. Even Ashley and Erin were awaiting my arrival and when they ran to me for hugs, I realized how much I’d missed the rug rats. I was definitely becoming domesticated. The only real surprise was Eric, who was there with Amie. Looked like that relationship was still on and from the way he was hovering and looking at her, I was guessing there’d been some advances on that front.



Good for him.



I felt smothered under the affection. Beth was the first of the adults to get to me, leaping into my arms to give me a full-body hug and a kiss that could melt an iceberg. Karen gave me a toe-curler, and an ear nibble, and Jim followed with a high five. Of course little sister Robin wouldn’t be outdone. As she approached me, I stopped her a few feet away, so I could check out her latest chest advertising. Three lines of “I will not be naughty”, as if written on a chalkboard, brought a smile to my face.



“Trying to clean up the act a bit,” she said before taking me in her arms. After licking my molars she whispered, “Of course I’d be willing to make an exception, whenever you’re up for it.” A little pat of her hand below the waist emphasized her offer.



Amie’s kiss was controlled, but the hug was intense. “Later,” she whispered, before Eric gave me the requisite manly fist bump.



Debbie came up to me last, but her hug was tentative at first. I squeezed her back, nuzzling my face into her neck, while her hug firmed up. She had her face buried in my chest and seemed overly emotional. I stroked her hair, soothing her until she finally relinquished her death grip, and excused herself to the kitchen.



We sat around and worked our way through a few bottles of wine, while I shared a little about my trip and the sights I’d seen. The girls were eager to update me on their progress on the day-care setup. It looked like they were really pulling things together.



Our new living room furniture was overflowing with pretty women, and a few lucky men. I was fortunate enough to be tightly wedged in between the succulent Beth and delicious Debbie, my platinum tressed Goddess. Debbie was quieter than usual, content to let her partners handle all the day-care discussion. She clung to me as if she was afraid I’d leap up and depart for foreign parts at any moment.



The visit was nice, but it wasn’t long before Jim and Karen decided to call it a night, although they left Ashley behind for the weekend so the kids could play together. Splitting up those girls was going to be tough. Karen took a few minutes out to put the little ones to bed, which was a bit of a job; they were all worked up like they’d been on a diet of candy and soda all evening. After that our group slowly dissolved. Amie and Eric were the next to go, Amie giving me another welcome home hug, before taking Eric with her upstairs. Interesting. I looked over at Beth for the scoop.



“Seems to be getting more serious. They’ve been staying together either here or at his place, most of the week,” she answered my unspoken question.



“How’s Ron taking it?” I asked.



Robin answered. “Seems to be OK. He likes Eric’s family, and if she’s happy, that’s good enough for him. He hasn’t been coming over here as much lately.”



“And how’s your work with him?”



“Craigslist is magical, even better than eBay or local ads. I’ve probably cleared out 10% of that warehouse already. When school starts in a couple of weeks, he says I can keep working with him part-time. He’s really a great guy.” She stood up and stretched. “It’s great to have you back, but I think it’s time for me to hit the sack as well. I’ll leave you lovebirds alone for now.” She came over and gave me a warm kiss, then headed up the stairs. Incredibly restrained, for her.



Debbie and Beth got up and started cleaning up a bit, while I begged off, heading for a much needed shower. It had been a long day already, and I was hoping for a second wind before we retired for the night.



The hot-shower did wonders for me, and I relaxed in bed, eager for my room-mates to finish their house-hold chores and join me. The wait wasn’t long, with Debbie appearing and walking over to the bedside. She leaned down and gave me a peck on the cheek.



“I’ll just be a few minutes freshening up,” she told me softly. “Miss me?”



“I’m dying to show you how much,” I told her. I reached for her but she slithered out of my grip and disappeared into our bathroom.



My beautiful Beth was only a few seconds behind her, and I was distraught to watch her disappear into the bathroom as well. She was only in there a couple of minutes before appearing at my bedside dressed in her birthday suit. My favorite outfit for her. And she wore it so well.



Beth walked around the bed and settled in next to me, cuddling up beside me, warm against my skin. I reached an arm around her and pulled her in close. Her breast was pressing against my chest, and I ran a finger across it, slowly circling her nipple, as appreciative as ever over what I had.



“That trip was really hard on Deb,” she said softly, her arms holding me tight. “All her old insecurities seemed to resurface. Last night when you didn’t call she was frantic. She was sure we’d lost you.”



“Not likely,” I told her, enjoying the satiny feel of her youthful skin under my hand.



“She’s gonna need some reassuring, Ok? Give her the attention tonight.”



I kissed her forehead. “You are too sweet for words. I think there’s plenty of attention to go around.”



“I know, and we have the whole day tomorrow to make up for lost time. Let’s make tonight a Debbie night.” With that she made a decision, jumped up and started gathering candles from about the house, running around buck naked. I giggled to myself, wondering what Eric might think if he wandered down the stairs. She started lighting candles and placing them strategically about the room. Several were aromatic and I was worried that the different scents might be a bit overwhelming, but it wasn’t bad.



God, I loved watching her! That tight little body and amazing tits, so beautifully on display. They were mine to have, and I damned sure was going to avail myself of them, “Debbie Night” or not.



Beth was back in our bed only a minute or so before Debbie appeared from the bathroom. The teen was still breathing hard from her exertions, but she had a smile on her face that would have put the Joker to shame.



Debbie showed up in a robe, oddly quiet. I finally sensed that I’d lost a bit of her, her openness, her confidence. Simon says, ‘take two steps back.’ It broke my heart.



I climbed out of the bed and went to her. “I’m mad at you.”



Her eyes opened wide, and her mouth gaped like a fish out of water. It may be hard to believe, but it was a look that wasn’t gorgeous on her. “Me?” she finally gasped.



Up close I could see how bloodshot her eyes were, dark bags under them I’d never seen before. I took her in my arms and held her, my head leaning over her shoulder. “You shouldn’t have let me go alone. I’ve missed you so badly.”



Surprisingly, she spoke up. “You left us, Jack. We didn’t leave. You left us.”



“Silly girl. I could never leave you. I went to work. Unfortunately this time it was 6 thousand miles away, and lonely as hell.” I squeezed her tight, nuzzling her hair.



“I don’t want to know about her, whoever it was,” she said softly, plaintively.



I wasn’t about to start denying anything, or even go down that road. I pulled back a bit, putting some space between us, so I could help her remove her robe. When I went to undo the knot it seemed for a moment like she was going to stop me.



I opened the robe, but instead of removing it, I reached my arms inside and wrapped them around her body.



“Debbie, do you remember our first night together?”



She tensed up in my arms, then quietly nodded.



“Can you feel how hard I am for you? What you do to me?” I pulled her close so that my hard-on pressed against her soft belly. “You promised to keep house for me. To cook for me. To take care of me.”



My face was directly in front of her, inches away. She looked into my eyes and nodded.



“You promised to send me to work with a kiss, and to welcome me home with another.”



Her eyes were glistening, but she nodded.



“Welcome me home, beautiful,” I demanded.



She pulled my head down and pressed her lips against mine, kissing me tentatively at first, then stronger and deeper, her body pressing more firmly against mine. I broke it off.



“I have a new request. Never let me spend the night away from you. I hate it.” I placed my hands on her face and kissed her softly. “I absolutely fucking hate it.”



She stared at me like I’d grown a third eye. “But the others…”



“There are no others. Not that matter. All that matters to me is in this room right now.” I glanced over at Beth who was waiting patiently.



“Tell me. Tell me you’ll do everything you can to make sure we never sleep apart.”



She moved away from me for a second, and I was worried. But she just lowered her arms and let the robe fall from her shoulders. She took my hands in hers, and moving backward, drew me to our bed. She reclined in her usual spot, opening her arms and legs for me, pulling my hand, guiding me on top of her.



Our good-hearted 18 year old roomie simply had to get involved. She moved toward Debbie and reached out for my hardness, guiding me toward Debbie’s warm entrance.



With the head lodged in her opening, I paused. “Tell me, Debbie.”



“Never again,” she whispered, and I saw tears in her eyes.



“Never again, what?” I asked softly.



“Never. Never again. Never will I let you go.” Her soft voice got stronger, a hint of anger and determination rising in it. “Never again. You will always come home to me. Always.” She glanced over at Beth, and reached out for her, pulling her close. “Always come home to us.”



My back was trembling a bit, from holding myself off of her, the head of my eager cock nudging at her, but no more. I pressed a little harder. “I need you Debbie. I need you now.”



“I’m yours, Jack,” she said softly, “always.”



I thrust into her slowly and firmly, a gentle act of merging, slowly filling her, until I could go no further. I leaned down and kissed her lips, closing my eyes and uniting us as completely as possible.



I held her and slowly fucked her, luxuriating in that miraculous feeling around my cock. After only a minute or two, she was pressing back against me, meeting me. My eyes were locked on hers, gazing into those trusting, beautiful eyes.



Sweet Beth wasn’t inactive. She was holding her roomie, one arm around her shoulders, caressing her, toying with Debbie’s breasts.



I stared at the phenomenal beauty below me. I’d been away from her for nearly a full week. I thought about the Spanish icon I’d left behind, and mentally kicked myself. What had I been thinking? She was amazing, yes, and exotic, and opened the doors to a world that would otherwise be forever closed to me. And yet I knew if she was in the room with me now, I wouldn’t give her a second look.



Debbie was my soul-mate. Had I actually considered, even for the most fleeting of moments, a life without her?



I knew it now. I loved being with Beth. Sweet, pretty, young Beth who had given me her most precious of gifts, and continued to, even now understanding the need for Debbie and I to be together. But I was in love with Debbie. Totally, completely and desperately.



Looking at Debbie watching me, I recalled that moment of hesitation, when she stood beside the bed. I had lost part of her, through my idiocy.



Still, she was under me now, and if I wasn’t a complete idiot, she could be forever. I had to learn to say no. I had to stop the stupidity. I’d fucked my boss, a random stewardess, and a lonely, broken, Spanish treasure, and for what? For what?



I felt the tears welling in my eyes, and fought to hold them back. My arms were trembling, but not from exhaustion. I turned my head to the side, and bit back the sob that threatened its release.



Debbie, reached for my head, and turned me to face her. She brushed the tear away that had managed to break free and create a path of exposed regret down my face.



“No,” she said softly.



I lowered myself onto her, holding her tight, heedless of my weight crushing her. I buried my face in her shoulder, unable to hold back, crying as I hadn’t since before I had pubic hair.



Debbie seemed oblivious to the discomfort I must have been subjecting her to. She clung to me with her legs, refusing to allow me to slide out of her. Her hands caressed my back and head. “Shhhh,” she whispered, “I’m here.”



She was there. And she would be if I didn’t chase her away. She wouldn’t be lying with strangers, even though she could have any man who so much as looked at her. She was completely, and utterly devoted to me, and I was a fucking asshole, letting my dick lead me where ever it may.



“I’m sorry, Debbie,” I managed to gasp, squeezing her. “I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. Never, ever.” I raised up off of her, taking the weight of my torso onto my elbows. “Nothing could take me from you.”



The tears were flowing freely, and I almost jumped when Beth reached out with a facecloth and washed them away. “It’s Ok, Jack. She’s here for you. We’re here for you.”



It was true, and I knew that I didn’t deserve them. Either of them. I struggled free from Debbie’s anguished arms, laying on my back next to her. I pulled the pillow over my face and screamed into it.



I was insane. What else could explain my constant attempts to sabotage my situation? I was the luckiest man in the world. I dared any man to say otherwise, and yet, time after time, I did my best to destroy it.



I’d risked my boss’s marriage, a stewardess’s career, and destroyed my favorite Major’s engagement, and most likely left her in a terrible situation. And why? Why?



“WHY?” I screamed into the pillow.



Just so I could get my rocks off in some strange pussy, while my soul-mate withered at home. I didn’t deserve her.



Beth was struggling to get the pillow from me. “Stop it, Jack! Stop it! You’re scaring me.”



I let her take it away, and covered my face with my hands. “God. I don’t deserve you. Either of you.”



I felt Debbie’s weight before I looked down and saw her straddling me. Any hint of firmness had left me, as I fought my personal demons, knowing that I was too weak to triumph in that particular battle.



My ethereal beauty leaned over, pulling my hands away from my face, and leaning forward on her arms, pinning them to the bed beside my head. “No! I won’t let you. You don’t get to discard me so easily,” she said fiercely.



“I’m not discarding you. I wouldn’t. But can’t you see? You deserve so much more. You’re so perfect, so much more than I or any man could ever hope for, and I’m such an asshole. Cathy’s right.”



She looked at me, and I saw a great sadness in her. “Don’t you think I’m pretty any more, Jack? Don’t you think I’m sexy? Have you lost your desire for me already?” Her voice was soft and accusing. “Are you done with me now? Ready to cast me aside like everyone else has?”



“No!” I cried out. “I’d never do that. Don’t you understand? I’m shit. I’m a fucking heartless, unthinking asshole, who doesn’t deserve you.”



She released my hands and sat upright staring down at me. “Is it my body?” she asked softly, running her hands over her smooth stomach up to her breasts. “Am I too old? Has having a child made me hideous? Have I let myself go?”



“Hideous? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”



“I don’t excite you anymore,” she said dejectedly, her head bowed.



“Debbie! How can you say that? You could make a dead man stand up and dance,” I argued.



“That’s why you pulled out of me, and lost your erection. Because I’m so desirable.”



“Why would you even want me?” I asked plaintively.



“Because I love you. And I thought you loved me. I hoped you did.” I could now see the moisture in her eyes, and I felt my heart shattering.

“Of course I love you. I’ve never felt anything close to what I feel for you. And to know that I hurt you, seeing you hesitate to be with me, knowing I’d lost a part of you through my insanity, it’s destroying me. How can I do what I do to you? To you!” I leaned my head back and screamed “FUCK!”



Her hand struck my cheek hard enough to make me see stars. A second blow followed quickly and I welcomed it. I turned my cheek and waited eagerly for another.



“Stop it!” she yelled. “I hate it! I hate it! If you’re done with me, be a fucking man and walk away. But don’t use some kind of stupid excuse like I’m not good enough for you!”



“I’m not,” I whispered.



“Shut up!” she screamed. “What happened to you? Where’s my Jack? Where’s the Jack who would fight for me, protect me, worship me? Where’s the confident Jack who doesn’t have to prove anything? Who knows he’s different, better?” She leaned down and held my face in her hands. “Where is he? The man who gets hard watching me walk into the room. The cocky bastard who can fuck a room full of women into oblivion, and then take me in his arms and let me know I’m the most important thing in the world.”



She laid down on me. “Where’s my Jack?”



I wrapped my arms around her, holding her softly. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”



“Nobody has ever hurt me as bad as you have tonight,” she whispered sadly.



My hands caressed her soft back. My beautiful Debbie, who I knew was so fragile, and still acted without thinking around her. “I swear, Debbie, I’ll never hurt you again. Never again.”



I kissed her shoulder, and ran my hand down to her soft ass, caressing her. I pressed my lips to her flawless neck.



“You will. And I’ll hurt you. That’s life. But don’t turn away from me. Don’t throw away what we have.”



I felt a hand stroking my emerging hardness. Our darling Beth. The most wonderful woman in the world was lying naked on me. How could I not be excited? In spite of all my idiocy.



My hands continued to massage her delicious rear, and our young roomies’ hand guided me back into her. I felt Debbie settle backward to take me deeper.



She turned her face, and her lips sought out mine, kissing me gently. “There he is. That’s my lover, the man who needs me almost as much as I need him.”



I stroked into her, wondering what had come over me. I could have been doing this from the moment she climbed into my bed.



“I’m such a fool,” I told her. “I don’t think I ever realized how much you mean to me. Hurting you is the worst thing I’ve ever done. I detest myself for it.”



I heard the door close, and I looked around and noticed that our roommate had left us. God, I hoped I hadn’t hurt her as well.



Debbie let me make love to her gently, while she relaxed on my body. “I’m jealous of her, whoever she is. To hurt you that much. You cared enough for someone else to feel guilty. Was it that hard to leave her for me?”



I was afraid to speak of her, but even more afraid to construct any more barriers between Debbie and me. “No. There was never a doubt. I felt bad for her, but I knew that no matter what, there was nobody for me but you. I’m sorry.”



She rose up on her arms and fucked me back. “You love me, don’t you?”



“Right now, more than I love myself. A lot more.”



“Was she beautiful? More beautiful?” she asked softly.



“She’s gorgeous, powerful, and wealthy. She offered me everything to stay with her.” I reached for Debbie’s breasts, cupping them gently. “She doesn’t hold a candle to you. And I was an idiot to even spend one minute with her, when I could be with you.”



“But you couldn’t be with me, you’d left me behind, and were alone over there.”



“Never again.”



She smiled for the first time in a long time. “You bet your ass never again.” Then a look of seriousness returned to her face. “You lied to us on the phone. You said there were no girls, that you slept alone. You don’t ever have to lie to me, Jack.”



“No. I didn’t. Up until the last night I went back to my hotel room alone every evening. There was a very cute girl in Zaragoza, but she was engaged, and I didn’t pursue it once she told me. It seemed like everyone in Spain was getting laid that night but me.”



Debbie gave me a little hint of a smile. “I hope you’re not trying to get me to feel sorry for you.”



“No. And I did spend time with her that evening. There was something between us, and it was growing. I didn’t make love to her until the last night, at her home. I went back to my room alone, like every other evening.”



“You made love to her. You didn’t fuck her,” she said sadly, her motions against me slowing to a halt.



“I cared for her. More than I’ve cared for anybody but you,” I confessed.



“And Beth,” she said softly.



I didn’t answer her, holding her hips up, so I could stroke into her more easily.



“And Beth,” she repeated, more firmly.



I couldn’t take her intense look any longer and turned away. I couldn’t lie to her. Not any more.



She came down and hugged me. “God, I knew it. I could feel it. I was so close to losing you.”



“Never. It wasn’t even close.”



She sighed, “Don’t ever tell Beth. Nothing. She loves you as much as I do. She’d be devastated.”



I held her, kissing her body where ever I could reach. “No she doesn’t. And I’m afraid she already knows how I feel about you.”



I rolled my dream girl off of me onto her back, and climbed between her legs. I made love to her gently, kissing her pretty face, nibbling on her soft lips.



“You scared me tonight, Jack,” she said softly.



“I’m sick to death over hurting you. Of risking losing you. I didn’t know anything could hurt as bad as seeing you hold back from me.”



She looked at me sadly, the tears welling in her eyes. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I didn’t know, couldn’t know that my insecurity would do that to you.”



“No, it wasn’t insecurity. You knew. I don’t know how, but you knew. From 6000 miles away, you knew I cheated on you for the first time. I swear I’ll never do it again. I hope someday you’ll forgive me.” Our lovemaking had slowed to the point where I was taking several seconds to slide in and out of her.



“For the first time? How many girls have you been with since we’ve been together. I’m sure there’s lots I don’t know about.”



“None that ever mattered. I’m ashamed to say it, but I don’t even think about it when I’m with somebody else. No matter how good or how fun it is. It’s just sex. This time, I thought about you all the time, and what I was doing to you. And I did it anyway. Now do you understand why I don’t deserve you?”



“Don’t. I thought we were past that. Don’t ever say that to me again.” She pulled my hips against her, stilling me. “Please, don’t. You must know that I don’t feel like I deserve you, after all I’ve been through. You’re a Godsend, more than I’d ever dreamed for. Every time you say it, it makes me feel more and more like I’m the one that’s not worthy. So please stop. For me.”



“I’m sorry. I keep hurting you, and I never mean to. I’ll do better. Be patient with me, please,” I kissed her softly.



“Do I still excite you?” she asked softly, smiling.



“Does the sun rise in the east?”



“Then show me. Fuck me, Jack. Enough of this sappiness. I need you to love me hard. Make me come for you. Use me like you can’t resist me. Fuck me.”



I fucked her. I bent her legs back and pounded her into the mattress. I turned her over, raised her butt up and hammered her, driving her up the bed until her head was bouncing off of our new headboard. I threw her on her side, straddled one leg while I clutched the other one to my chest, and abused her pussy, deeper and faster than I thought possible. I came inside of her, groaning for her, but didn’t slow down, using her for my pleasure.



She came for me several times, moaning sweetly when she did, exciting me to further heights. But her pleasure was a side-effect, not my goal. I was after my own pleasure, using my Goddess for my own base needs. I finished on top of her again, both of us breathing hard, plunging into her deeply, but slower, as she drained me of the last remnants of my strength. Her feet wrapped around my thighs, pulling me into her as I long-stroked her to completion, gasping as I filled her again.



I collapsed on her, and nearly blacked out. I submitted to her kisses, as she clung to me, her hand caressing my exhausted cock.



“There he is. Welcome back Jack.”



* * *



She left me, but returned with water and our roommate. Beth looked nervous, and I felt horrible for the way I’d behaved.



Debbie led her into my arms and I held her close, hugging and kissing her. “That wasn’t me. I kicked that sorry bastard out of here.”



It was nice to hear her giggle. “Good. I didn’t like that bad man.”



I caressed her body, loving the feel of my little pet. “Don’t worry, you won’t see him again. Debbie and I put a knife through his whiny little heart and left him for the vultures.”



Lovely Debbie was squirming between our legs, and her mouth was doing a wondrous job of resuscitating my alter-ego. A task I might have thought impossible for anyone but her. Or possibly the bundle of fun I was holding in my arms.



Beth giggled. “At least one of us is back to normal. Ol’ greedy lips is hogging the good stuff.”



“Just warming him up,” my favorite sex-pot teased, before going down on me again.



Beth joined her, and in one of my favorite acts, they sucked me together, taking turns and sharing, until you would never have known the little guy had pretty much given up the ghost a short while earlier.



Beth claimed me for her own and rode me like a trooper, while Debbie moved up and held me, her amazing mouth never ceasing to kiss, lick and taste me.



I took over after a while, and sat on the corner of the bed, with her in my lap. She gave me a huge smile and hugged me tight. “I love this,” she said with a giggle.



“I thought you preferred the old cowgirl position,” I reminded her.



“Yes, but this is OUR position. You never make love to anyone else like this.”



I realized she was right. I didn’t. Not even Debbie.



I lifted her up and down my cock, loving the closeness of our position. I stopped and kissed her, while I felt her warm channel massaging me. “I’d never hurt you on purpose. You know that, right?”



“Of course. You love me. I know it. Sometimes you do stupid things, some REALLY stupid things, but in the end I know that you love me.”



She leaned in close and whispered, “Even if you love Deb more.”



I lifted her high, and pounded her down onto my cock, wrenching a sweet squeal out of her. “Silly girl. Different isn’t more. I love you to death.”



She smiled. “Do that again.”



I did, over and over again, making her pretty little tits bounce crazily.



About 30 seconds into that, my arms were giving out, but she had a wild look on her face and was gasping with each deep thrust. I lifted her until she was just barely on my cock, then pulled her back down as hard as I could, while slamming up into her. She screamed out, trembling, and grabbed me tightly. I could feel her tight young pussy spasming around my cock.



I held her ass in my hands, and eased in and out of her gently, while she shuddered, and came as hard as I’d ever seen her come.



“Oh God, oh God, oh GOD!” she gasped, grinding against me, as another huge orgasm coursed through her body.



I stood with her, sliding her up and down my shaft, releasing her on each down-stroke, letting her own weight impale her as deeply as possible. Her eyes were open wide, glazed over, and her mouth was open in another silent scream, as her body continued to betray her, refusing to come down from her peak of excitement, tremors coursing through her.



I hadn’t even realized how close I was, but seeing her so excited, pushed me over the brink. I clutched her hips in my hand, as tightly as possible, and pulled her away just far enough to pound my completion into her like a jackhammer. She screamed out, her arms squeezing me hard enough to hurt. Then I felt her finally relax.



I looked down at her, gasping from exertion, and saw that she had passed out. I set her down gently on the bed, and eased her into place on her side. She was still catatonic, when I collapsed between her and Debbie.



Debbie cuddled up to me, “Now that’s the proper way to say you missed us.”



I couldn’t even speak, I was breathing so hard.



I felt Beth moving beside me. She turned and mirrored Debbie’s position. I loved that.



“Shit,” she groaned. “He fucked me to death. Did you see that Debbie? He almost fucking killed me by fucking.”



She kissed my side. “Don’t ever leave us again. I don’t think I could survive the homecoming.”



“I won’t, beautiful. I’ve learned my lesson.”



I don’t know if she even heard me. She was asleep on my chest.



Debbie giggled. “You’re right. You are an idiot. You don’t even know how much you love her. That was pretty intimidating. I came just watching you two.”



I stole a kiss from her. “I do love her. More than almost anybody. But you are my soul-mate. I know that now.”



“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.”

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