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 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!