Christie, Rose and Me... Shared Pleasure After 25 Years
 

By David

Christie and I have been friends since our school days.  Both of us were shy and insecure.  She was slender when we first met, and felt outclassed by the "curvier" girls in our class.  I was lanky, a non-athlete.  We were the brainiest kids in class and became friends.  Over the years I watched her blossom and fill out, turning her into a shapely blue-eyed blonde.

We stayed in touch over the years, and recently she and her husband moved back to our home town.  Her grandmother died and with part of her inheritance she constructed a large indoor pool.  

Christie always loved swimming, and the private indoor pool was a way to avoid mingling with people (she's still shy.)  I had a standing invitation to make use of the pool, and over the past few months I've gone swimming, joined by Christie and her husband Mark.

Last weekend I stopped by to return a book I had borrowed, a technical manual of Mark's.  He was out of town on business, and Christie and I started talking about the "old days." Since those had been socially awkward times for both of us, we had never discussed those years much.

"David, since Mark isn't here, I'm going to ask you something.  I heard some gossip about you back then, and I've always wondered if it was true."  

I had no idea what was on her mind.  "Ask me," I said.  "I have nothing to hide."

Christie grinned and her blue eyes twinkled.  "According to the gossip, you did."  I was still in the dark.

"Remember Phil?  He always gossiped with the girls.  He always talked about anything the girls wanted to hear, like what the guys said about the girls, dirty jokes he'd heard, or even stuff about the guys in the shower room after phys ed class."  Christie's face began to get red.  She always had been a bit prudish, and I knew she was getting into something sexual.

"David, I'll just come out and say it.  Phil told all the girls that you were . . . that . . . you had . . . oh, this is just embarrassing . . ."

"Just say it," I said.  By that time, I knew what she was trying to say.

"Phil told the girls you had the biggest prick of all the guys in school.  Was it true?"  She had said that very fast, almost as if she didn't want to think about the words.  I just smiled and watched her squirm in her embarrassed state.

"Well?"  She asked.

I chuckled a bit.  "Christie, I don't know what to say.  All right, of the guys in the locker room, I guess I was the biggest, down there.  When I walked into the shower, all the conversation and joking would stop.  God, talk about mortified!   I felt like a freak."

"Was it . . . were you . . . excited?"  Christie was almost whispering.  Her voice was breathy.  Was she getting turned-on?

"You mean, was it hard?" Christie's eyes got wide and she smiled faintly as she rapidly drew in a breath.  "No, no one in school ever saw me with a hard-on."  That's when I realized that I wasn't embarrassed talking with Christie about this, and she sure didn't seem embarrassed any longer.  Fact is, I was getting turned-on myself.

"David, how big are you?"  Christie's eyes were wide and almost glassy.  She was excited.  And she had her hands tucked between her legs, putting pressure on her crotch.

"Soft or hard?" I asked, feeling myself get harder.

"Hard," she whispered.

"It's been a while since I checked.  A bit longer than eight inches," I answered, amazed at the conversation. 

Christie sucked in air and moaned.  "Mark is only five inches and he's the only man who . . . .  And since his surgery last year, he hasn't been able to . . .we haven't . . . ."  Suddenly, she stood and walked away a few steps.  She paused and then turned to me.

"David, do you think I'm attractive . . . sexy attractive?"

Christie's long blonde hair and blue eyes and trim shape would have turned many teenage girls green with envy. "Christie, believe me, I think you're . . uh . . ."  I suddenly choked up a bit because Christie had suddenly whipped her T-shirt over her head.  She may have been 40, but her pink-nippled breasts showed no signs of gravity's pull as they stood firmly, full, proud and braless.  Her long hair fell about her shoulders and she tossed the shirt aside.  

"And my breasts, David."  She brought her hands up and squeezed those globes.  "Do you like them?" 

I couldn't say anything.  Here was a lovely lady and friend I'd know for over 25 years, and she was showing me her tits.  Hey, I was shocked!  Who wouldn't be?  I had no idea what to say or do.  So I just nodded.

Christie walked over, took my hands and placed them on those soft but firm globes.  The nipples swelled and pushed at my palms.  She closed her eyes and let her hands slide along my arms to my head.  She leaned forward as she pulled my head toward her.  I was not so befuddled that I didn't know what to do with a full breast.  I opened my mouth and began sucking, and she held my head tightly to her and moaned.

A minute or two later, after I had sucked her nipples into rigid 1/2-inch bullets, she pushed me back and said, "I want to see it."  Grabbing my belt, it took her a matter of seconds to unfasten my pants and tug them down.  Out sprang my almost-hard cock.  As Christie stared, slack-jawed, blood finished rushing to my dick and it stood waving, almost nine inches long and, from the look on her face and the way she licked her lips, Christie was pleased.

"It's true.  My god, David, that's the biggest . . . " 

Christie put both of her hands on my dick.  ". . . fattest . . ."  She stroked it and then bent down and stuck out her tongue, licking a long trail from my balls to the head of my dick.  " . . . best tasting prick I've ever seen or tasted.  More."  

So saying, she engulfed my knob between her lips and proceeded to suck me like she was starving.  And she got most of my dick in her mouth, too, something very few women had ever done.

Well, it didn't take long to get to the next stage.  Soon Christie was on her back on the sofa, one foot on the floor and one hooked over the back.  "Fuck me with that thing, David.   I've wanted it for so long.  Show me it was worth waiting for."

Between Christie's splayed thighs was her wet, scarlet gash, surrounded by soft curls of light brown.  I aimed my rigid cock at that target and looked at her face.  "Damn, it's so fucking big," she breathed.  "Gimme, gimme!"  I could feel the heat from her before I felt the slickness, then my knob slid between her folds and into the tightness of her pussy.  Christie closed her eyes and groaned as millimeter after millimeter of hard flesh disappeared into her tunnel of lust.

Christie's legs wrapped around me.  She hugged me to her, her breasts mashed by my chest, our sweat mingling.  She pressed her lips to mine and our tongues danced and fought in time to our fucking.  We were making love, making up for lost time, and fucking with passion.  I could feel my cockhead banging the entrance to her cervix with each down-stroke.  She grunted each time, but it seemed to be just what she wanted.

I wasn't sure about cumming inside of her, and as my climax approached, I told her I was close.

"Cum inside me!" she gasped, tightening her hold with her legs and arms.  "Damn, I need to be fucked!" she yelled.  I just let myself go and I felt my prostate spasm and my cum raced up my cock and sprayed high into Christie's body.  I could feel her pussy squeezing vise-like as she, too, reached an orgasm which also showed on her face  The muscles of her body tightened then relaxed, then tightened again as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her.

As my shrinking cock soaked inside her, we hugged, kissed, and she cried a little.  She said that Mark had encouraged her to find a lover, and agreed that since they both knew and trusted me, and if I wanted her, and if the arrangement was satisfactory to me . . . .

We jumped in the pool, naked and refreshed.  Soon I asked her to sit on the pool's edge, her feet in the water, while I ate her out.  While I did that, Christie told me that she and another classmate of ours, Rose, occasionally got together for some mutual licking.

"David, if it hadn't been for Rose, I'd have . . . ooh, yeah, right there! . . .I'd have gone crazy.  She makes me cum, but I needed to be fucked.  Oh . . . yes!  Mark doesn't know that Rose and I . . . "  She didn't finish the sentence.  I was fucking her with three fingers and nibbling her and she was cumming a torrent into my mouth.

Minutes later, we had moved to a lounge chair where Christie leisurely toyed with my cock and balls.  She licked and nuzzled and sucked my jewels like they were long-lost friends.

"You know, David, Rose and I often had fantasies about you.  She, too, wanted to know if it was big.  Now I get to tell her that you really are big . . . and tasty . . . oh, and a great fucker!"  Christie started sucking on me with a vengeance and she managed to work her index finger up my rectum until I filled her mouth with my hot cum.

The next day, I was back at Christie's lying face down on that same lounge and Christie was giving me a wonderful back massage when the doorbell rang.  Christie, wearing a one-piece swimsuit, answered the door and returned with Rose.  Rose has black hair and is into health foods and yoga and is, as she always has been, quite a beauty.  I occasionally bump into her, but we tend to have a different circle of friends for the most part, and our interests seemed quite different.

"David, Rose's going to help me give you a massage, okay?"

"If two gorgeous women want to put their hands on me, I'd be crazy to resist.  And I am not crazy."  Rose was wearing shorts, and her shapely legs sent a rush of blood to my cock.  She stepped beside me while Christie resumed working on my shoulders.  Rose removed the towel covering my naked ass.

"Nice buns, David," she said in the dusky tone of voice of hers that had always driven guys up the wall.  I felt warm oil being poured on me... then Rose's hands spread it and started kneading my flesh.  "Firm, too," she said.

"All right," I said, "in the interest of equality, if I'm going to be butt naked, you two can as well.  Strip, ladies."   Christie's swimsuit was off in seconds.  Rose was slower, almost teasing.  

First she removed her shoes.  Then, turning her back to me, she pulled off her shirt and removed her bra.  She then tugged her shorts and panties down, bending over and pushing her lovely ass inches from my face.  Then she turned.

Rose's well-toned body was one that even twenty-year-old girls would envy, and men (young and old) have wet dreams about.  Full, firm breasts which, like Christie's, showed no sign of sagging.  Small, brown nipples, flat stomach and black curls atop her mons.

"All right, David," Rose said.  "Now I want to see what I've heard about for years, and Christie's been talking non-stop about.  Roll over."  I watched Rose's face as I rolled onto my back.  She was pleased when my cock popped into view.  Christie wrapped her hand around my hard-on.

"See, Rose?  He IS big," said Christie.  Rose smiled and her nipples stiffened as I watched her shudder and she grabbed my leg to steady herself.  "Rose cums really fast, David.  I can get her to cum a dozen times when we're making it.  Nice... isn't it, Rose?"

"God, yes," Rose answered in a breathy voice that reflected her excitement.  I reached over to cup her pussy in my palm.  I was a bit embarrassed by the seeming admiration in their voices.  I am proud of my cock and its size, but I am not used to having women study my equipment and openly give me such ego-boosting responses.  Again, Rose shuddered when I touched her.  A small orgasm coursed through her, and I felt her pussy spritz some juice onto my hand.  She was sensitive all right.

Christie was squeezing my shaft and slowly moving her face toward it as she knelt beside me.  Rose did the same, though holding my hand between her legs as she also reached out to touch my balls.

"Taste him," Christie softly urged, and Rose stuck out her tongue and flicked it lightly over the crinkled skin of my sac.  It was my turn to gasp then.  Christie squeezed a glistening drop of pre-cum from my cock and her tongue snaked to my slit and caught it.  I watched two women I'd known over half of my life hover around my cock and then begin to lick it as if it were a lollipop or a Creamsicle.  

Rose took the head into her mouth and, as my hard-on disappeared between her lips, Christie relinquished her grip on me.  I guess her yoga training had taught her some mighty good muscle control, because she took my cock, all of it, between her lips and into her mouth.
     
"Oh my god!" was all I could gasp.  No one had ever done that to me before.  Christie looked at me and smiled.

"He likes that, Rose," she said.  While still holding me deep in her mouth, Rose shuddered and came again.  When her mouth came off my cock there was a shiny string of saliva or pre-squirt that connected her lip to the tip of my cock.  

"I just have to fuck this now!" Rose said, quickly standing and then kneeling on the lounge, while Christie again held my hard-on and aimed it at the gash that was lowering.  Rose was already trembling before contact, and as soon as her folds touched my knob, she grabbed hold of Christie to steady herself as she quivered in another little climax.  Still, she lowered her pussy.  As her sheath enveloped me, I could feel the muscles contract with each surge of her orgasm.
     
Rose kept cumming the entire time she rode me, engulfing my entire length, then rising to expose most of my juice-glazed meat.  My pubic hair was soaked by her warm secretions.  With each orgasmic wave I could feel her muscles squeeze hard.  Her cervix seemed to nibble and tease the head of my stalk.

As Rose rode me, I was fingering Christie's wet pussy.  She seemed almost as wired and turned-on as Rose was.  Her nipples were cherry red, and she was really getting off watching Rose while getting fingered.  

Despite all the stimulation, I was able to keep from coming.  After her umpteenth orgasm, Rose climbed off of me and told me to get up.  She then laid down on the lounge.  Christie got above her in a 69 position, and Rose said to me, "Fuck her, David.  I want to watch that big pole fuck her cunt and fill it with cum!"

Rose guided my cock between Christie's wet pussy lips and I held Christie's hips as I fucked her from behind.  Christie and Rose were devouring each other as I pumped.  Every so often I'd feel Rose's tongue swiping at my withdrawing piston or on my swinging balls.  

Those two ladies were still orgasming... so I finally let go, sending a flood of jism into Christie's pussy.  The three of us were groaning and shouting... wailing and grunting as we all came.  Christie's pussy muscles clamped tightly, squeezing splooge into Rose's mouth.

Needless to say, whenever possible, we all three get together for threeway fun, either at Christie's pool or in the apartment Rose and I now share.  We've known each other for more than 25 years, but the pleasures we all three share were worth waiting for!