Curtis’ voice rose a level from around the corner. “You assumed wrong! Why would you bring her?”
Her. A stab of irrational jealousy and disappointment shot through Christine. Maybe Matthew and Nathan didn’t want her after all. She was slightly miffed that they would discount her without even having met her or seen her. Even after all of Curtis’ hard work to prepare her. Was she not good enough for them? She should be relieved but she didn’t like what she perceived was a slight against her. And against Curtis. For having made a poor choice.
She didn’t like that there was another woman in there. A woman that these men expected Curtis to touch and caress. He would bring her to pleasure the same way he taught Christine what true ecstasy really was. Her heart hammered in her chest and a tight fist squeezed her stomach. She was not going to let any of that happen. No, she would prove to Curtis’ friends that not only could she do this, she could do it well.
Christine stepped forward, into the living room. She spotted Curtis standing over by the window. His back was to her. She noted the second Matthew and Nathan looked up. She was satisfied by the immediate hunger in their eyes as they raked over her body. She glanced at the woman in question. A dark haired, petite thing. She was pretty, all eyes and a round face with high cheek bones. Her figure was much slighter like Christine’s. Her breasts were small and even sitting down, Christine could tell that the woman’s hips were not generously curved like her own. She was perched beside the man Christine guessed was Matthew. Curtis had told her a little about the two men she was to meet. Matthew’s hair was so dark it was almost black. He made the woman look tinier than she was just by his own huge figure.
If Matthew were standing he would be taller than Curtis, Christine guessed. He had broad shoulders and the kind of chunky muscle most women drooled over. His huge biceps stuck out of a black t-shirt. He was wearing jeans but they seemed stretched too tight over his massive legs.
Nathan was perched on the other couch. His hair was also dark but not as dark as Matthew’s. His eyes were a hazel color, not green and not brown. He was sporting the growth of a new beard and his features were angular, his cheekbones surprisingly high and his nose straight. He had the kind of pretty boy look that women like her best friend dreamed of. He wasn’t as muscular as Curtis or Matthew but he had the wiry grace of natural athleticism and she was willing to bet under his casual long sleeved white shirt and jeans he was pure muscle.
She judged both men to be in their late thirties or early forties though they were built more like men in their twenties. Her stomach clenched tightly with excitement. She was hesitant to admit, even to herself, that she found men twice her age exciting as hell.
Forcing a smile that she didn’t feel, Christine walked over to the large window to join Curtis. The room was illuminated by pot lights overhead. It was pitch black out and the only thing she could see out the window were the vague shadowy figures of cars.
“Curtis,” she whispered. He extended and arm that fell easily around her waist. It was amazing, that after just a few hours, Christine felt such an affinity for Curtis. They got along well. Their physical chemistry was off the charts. Not that she really knew but she guessed most couples didn’t mesh like they did.
From the start there had been an undeniable attraction between them and it had only grown. She was shocked to find, as she turned to face the others, that she trusted Curtis. She had agreed to do this because she wanted him and to have him it meant doing this. Now… she knew Curtis wouldn’t ask her to do anything that would harm her. He was asking her to stretch her boundaries, to do away with her current perceptions and walls.
“Christine.” Curtis smiled and it transformed his face. He turned her around. “I would like you to meet Matthew and Nathan.” He indicated the two men and Christine found that she had guessed correctly which man was which. “And this is Matthew’s… uh… girlfriend. Rose.” The way Curtis said her name indicated he was still not pleased that Matthew had brought her.
Christine was a little shocked. So this woman wasn’t here to replace her, as she thought. How could these men have girlfriends? Did they know that they did this with other women? How were they okay with that? The thought of sharing Curtis caused a stab of painful jealously whenever Christine thought about it.
“I thought… well… she’s been bugging me about joining in and I thought… because you were maybe a little more inexperienced, you wouldn’t mind trying something new.” Matthew actually flushed a little. He looked uncomfortable, as though he regretted giving in to his girlfriend’s demands.
Beside him, Rose looked on with keen interest. She was very pretty, her features delicate, like porcelain. She was so different from Christine herself.
“What do you say Christine?” Curtis turned to face her. “Are you up for trying something new? Something we didn’t discuss?”
Christine’s knees felt a little weak. She glanced around the room at the two men and at Rose. They all looked at her expectantly. Matthew looked as though he almost hoped she would say no. Nathan had a smug expression on his face that said he didn’t think she had the guts to go through with any of this. Curtis’ face, as usual, was carefully blank. She couldn’t tell what he wanted her to do.
“Of course,” Christine said with more confidence than she felt. She forced a huge smile. “I would love to.” She touched Curtis’ arm lightly and watched the conflicted emotions pass across Matthew’s face and the confusion on Nathan’s. She liked that these men didn’t know what to think of her. She enjoyed knowing it was Curtis alone who knew her best.
“I just want to make it clear that it’s only you two… no one else gets to do anything with Rose…” Matthew stammered. He glanced at his girlfriend and Christine was surprised to see affection on his face. He clearly tried to hide the way he felt about Rose. Even Rose looked a little shocked to realize Matthew might actually care for her more than he apparently let on.
“Alright already,” Nathan said in a bored tone. “Get the drinks Curtis. I’ve been waiting long enough for this. Let’s see if you’re really worth the money Christine.” His tone was joking but Christine sensed the undercurrent in his words. She instinctively didn’t like Nathan. She tried to put the thought from her mind as she knew she was still going to have to go through with everything.
Curtis dropped his hand from her waist. He shook his head. “You’re an asshole Nathan,” he said in disgust but he went to the bar at the far side of the room and began to pour whiskey into five glasses regardless.
Chapter 12
It was a rare time that the men had ever just sat back and watched two women pleasure each other. Generally they were more about getting in on the fun.
Curtis felt a little strange. After three rounds of drinks they had taken the women to what he termed the ‘pleasure room.’ It was just a large, open room with black leather couches, an antique chaise, expensive woven rugs, another fake fireplace and a closet which he used to keep his more shocking instruments hidden. The thing contained handcuffs, rope, whips, chains, gags and a massive assortment of sex toys.
The lighting overhead was dimmed. Curtis leaned back on the leather couch. He glanced, out of the corner of his eye, at Nathan and Matthew, who were perched in separate chairs, intent on watching the show in front of them. Rose and Christine had circled each other warily for a few seconds before Rose finally made the first move. She had kissed Christine with all the eagerness of someone who had always fanaticized about touching another woman before.
Christine, a little taken aback, had at first been reluctant but then responded more eagerly. The two women had quickly shed their clothing after that. They were currently on the chaise, Rose on the bottom, Christine surprisingly taking the lead, touching and exploring the other woman’s curves and breasts.
Curtis watched in wide eyed fascination as Christine’s hand trailed lower, parting Rose’s legs. The other woman sighed in delight and closed her eyes, whimpering as Chr
istine’s fingers parted Rose’s hairless pussy. Curtis was actually a little shocked that Christine was being so bold. She had been so shy at first. It was surprising how a few hours with him had changed her into a sex goddess who seemed so much more experienced than she truly was.
Christine positioned herself over Rose. She bent her head and using her hand to spread Rose’s folds, she began to slowly explore her with her mouth. Curtis’ breathing got a little ragged and Nathan’s and Matthew’s own uneven breaths told Curtis that they were equally as affected by the erotic sight.
Lapping and suckling at Rose’s pussy, Christine seemed to be in a world of her own. Her tongue snaked out and circled Rose’s bud. The other woman writhed under her touch, her back arching off the chaise. Her lips parted and little moans of pleasure escaped. Christine ate Rose’s pussy with enthusiasm, lashing her with her tongue, circling her clit, spreading and stroking her folds with her fingers in mouth in turns.
Rose was panting, her body quivering. Her moans of pleasure filled the room. Curtis wanted to move to the other side of the area so he could get a better look at Christine’s own naked body, but he remained where he was. He knew he would get his turn soon enough. He didn’t like the impatience already building within him. His cock was achingly hard.
“I’m going to come,” Rose panted.
“No! Not yet!” Curtis was shocked when Matthew jumped up out of his chair. For someone who had seemed reluctant about the idea of letting Rose get involved, Matthew seemed to be enjoying the show now.
Christine moved her mouth away, her face wet with Rose’s juices. Curtis’ body responded to that, his cock throbbing hard. Fuck, had he ever seen anything so sexy before? Rose glanced over at Matthew with a disappointed look on her face. Her breathing was ragged.
“I want you to use the uh… the toy you brought. I want you to wait Rose. See how long you can hold out.”
Rose scowled at Matthew. The look on her face said exactly what she thought of that idea. Despite her obvious disgust with her boyfriend’s interference, Rose got off the chaise. She pulled her purse out of the discarded heap of clothing and produced a double ended dildo.
Chapter 13
Christine’s eyes went wide when she saw what Rose was holding. The thing was huge! It was shaped like a half oval, with a plastic cock head on either end. She wasn’t sure about using it but when she glanced at Curtis and saw the expectant gleam in his eye, the raw desire all over his face, it was all the encouragement she needed.
She was surprised to find that touching another woman wasn’t so hard. It was actually quite intriguing to run her hands over Rose’s pert breasts, to circle her hard nipples, to feel the gentle swells of her hips. Christine hadn’t hesitated to take the lead because it was something she felt she needed to do to prove herself to Curtis’ friends. She was shocked to find that Rose tasted sweet and that it made her own body drip with desire at the first lick of that incredible pussy.
“Would you like to try this Christine?” Rose asked, sounding a little uncertain. She glanced back at Matthew as though for reassurance.
Christine wasn’t sure at all but she smiled bravely. She was enjoying herself so far. What would it hurt to try something new? “Of course,” Christine said huskily. “Get down on the floor,” she commanded, surprised when Rose knelt on the plush, red woven rug.
Kneeling as well, Christine faced rose. She reached out and brought Rose’s face to her own. She kissed the woman’s soft lips. It was so much different than kissing a man. Rose submitted to her, letting her take the lead as though she knew what she was doing. Christine reached out and cupped Rose’s breast. She toyed with the nipple and Rose melted into her touch. The fragrant perfume Rose was wearing, something floral and sweet, mingled with the scent of Rose’s musk.
Christine released Rose’s breast and her hand trailed lower, finding Rose’s hairless pussy again. She was dripping wet and Christine’s fingers slid easily over Rose’s folds. She found her clit again and began a large circle with her finger that brushed over the hard little bud and then went lower, parting Roses’ folds and brushing past the tight heat of her entrance.
Rose moaned and broke the kiss. Her mouth fell away, her face resting in the crook of Christine’s neck. Rose arched into Christine’s touch, her body quivering and trembling with every slow circle.
“Would you like me to fuck you Rose?” Christine asked. She was shocked at how husky her voice was.
Rose glanced up, her eyes wide. “Oh yes,” she panted. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure.
Christine picked up the dildo, which Rose had set off to the side. She shifted, fitting the huge toy between them. Christine parted Rose gently with her fingers while, with the other hand, she brought the rubber cockhead to Rose’s entrance. Rose closed her eyes and leaned into Christine, surrendering control completely. Christine slowly slid the dildo around, coating the tip in Rose’s juices.
Rose leaned into her, her legs parting even further. She rose up on her heels, opening her pussy completely. Christine’s own body tensed in excitement as she slid the dildo into Rose’s dripping pussy. The cockhead disappeared inside Rose. Rose’s mouth opened, her lips parting and a series of whimpers filled the room.
Christine glanced over at the men once and they all bore the same hunger filled expressions. They were leaning forward in their chairs. Even Curtis was perched at the end of the couch, his eyes wide and desire filled as he watched.
Christine pushed the dildo in further. Rose shuddered, tremors of desire ripping through her body. Christine’s own body responded. Her pussy ached to be as stuffed full as Rose’s was.
The dildo slipped all the way in, filling Rose completely. Christine stared at the other end, the cockhead curved upwards. She wanted it inside of her. Her own pussy was dripping wet, the juices running down her thighs. She wanted to experience what Rose was feeling. She wanted to rock on that dildo and grind against Rose until they both came.
Christine parted her thighs. She shifted so she was perched over the dildo. Rose opened her eyes and watched what Christine was doing. For some reason Christine liked that Rose was watching. She wanted her to see that huge dildo disappear inside of her own pussy.
She hovered over the plastic cock head for a second before she shifted her knees, impaling herself inch by inch. The plastic cock spread her wide, stuffing her completely full. She moaned, opening herself up to take it in all the way. She slid down, her pussy meeting Rose’s.
Christine moaned and she watched Rose’s eyes slowly close. She reached out and began to caress Rose’s breasts as their bodies joined together, the ends of the dildo spearing and stuffing them both.
Before she could begin to rock and find her rhythm on the plastic cock there was a movement from the side of the room.
“Matthew what are you doing?” Nathan asked. Matthew stood. He ripped off his shirt and slid his jeans down his legs. Christine’s eyes widened when she took in the man’s incredible body. He was the most exotic, muscular, sexual man she had ever seen. He was even larger and more incredibly built than Curtis.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Matthew retorted.
“Matthew! This isn’t how it works,” Curtis protested.
“Says who?” Matthew shot back. “If you want to join in, then do it but you’re not going to stop me. Rose is my girlfriend. I can please her however I like.”
Curtis rolled his eyes but he was standing as well. Christine gasped when he began to shed his clothing. Soon both men were naked, their massive cocks standing out hard against their incredibly chiseled bodies.
Rose froze. She wrapped her arms around Christine’s neck. Christine was shocked to see Matthew come up behind Rose. He knelt down, one hand on her much smaller shoulder. He gripped his cock and began to slowly insert it into Rose’s asshole.
Rose cried out but it was a cry of pleasure, not pain. She leaned forward into Christine. Christine could feel every single move
ment magnified on the dildo that impaled them both. She glanced to the side at Curtis, who seemed to be hesitating. His eyes questioned her.
She nodded slightly, her mouth gone completely dry. He was going to do to her what Matthew had done to Rose.
Christine’s hands dropped to Rose’s waist. She leaned forward slightly, as she had seen Rose do. The dildo worked further back into her pussy, stuffing her completely full. She raised her ass up into the air as she felt Curtis’ warm hands descend to her waist. She trusted him. He had fingered her asshole before and the pleasure had been incredible. She was sure that he wouldn’t hurt her.
Curtis rubbed his hand over and down his shaft until it was glistening wet. Only then did he position himself between Christine’s ass cheeks. His massive dick spread her, parting her. His cockhead came up against the tender entrance to her ass. He slowly began to part her and fill her.
Moaning, Christine rocked forward, trying to get away from the intense pressure and pain building in her asshole. She knew she could tell Curtis to stop but she didn’t want to. Rose had taken every single inch of Matthew. Christine could already feel Matthew thrusting, the movements driving the dildo back and forth inside both women.
Curtis slid in, filling Christine’s asshole. He buried himself up to his balls then he paused, giving her time to get used to the feeling. She paused, her body tense and aching. Rose was rocking back and forth, Matthew fucking her asshole eagerly. The dildo sild in and out of Christine with every single movement, stoking the fires inside her hot and hard. It was only a moment before the pain in her ass faded and was replaced with the most acute pleasure she had ever felt.
Moaning, Christine bore down on the dildo while Curtis began to move. He pulled almost all the way out before slowly sliding back in. A thousand sensations exploded inside Christine. She gave herself up to the tremendous pleasure. The whimpers torn from her throat combined with Rose’s own moans and Matthew’s groans.
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