Chad was away on business, so Chrissy could put off thinking about how she would initiate the training, if that was the right term to use, that would bring him to get it on with Doug. Or would she even try? Brenda made it sound so simple, but Chrissy still thought it was a long shot at best. Probably just wishful fantasizing.
Two grandmothers trying to initiate a Sexual Renaissance, and a pretty kinky one at that. Weren't their libidos supposed to be waning? Well, Sue's weekly narratives, probably exaggerated, had been a regular stimulus. And, of course, the internet. After a few tentative peeks at porn that made her feel guilty, Chrissy had found herself spending more and more time watching people fucking in so many different ways.
Chrissy was surprised how guys fucking or mfm scenarios became her "thing." Videos did get her off, but she found that reading narratives and imagining the scene for herself was even better.
She was masturbating even more than she had in her teens and twenties, and she found she was much more skilled. She took more time, found so many new ways to intensify the pleasure, and her orgasms were so much more intense. Being almost constantly horny with a damp crotch added a zest to her days. She relished her secret, solitary pleasure. It seemed enough. If some people might call her a pervert, well, she loved being one if that's what she was.
Of course, before their luncheon, the notion of having mind-blowing sex with Brenda would have been just wishful fantasizing if it had even crossed Chrissy's mind. She tried to convince herself that it hadn't--that it had been a total spur of the moment thing--but she had to admit that she had often been hyper-aware of Brenda's sexy body. Last month hadn't she had lascivious thoughts for several days after struggling to pull her gaze away from Brenda's prominent camel toe when they'd lounged around in their yoga pants? At the time, she'd thought Brenda's display was purely accidental, but now she wondered if it had been deliberate.
Chrissy got up to pour herself a second martini. Normally she wasn't much of a drinker, but she had barely downed half of the one at lunch before things became, well, amazing. She found herself giggling a bit.
She was wearing one of Chad's flannel shirts, totally unbuttoned, and the teal thong she had worn to Brenda's. She wanted to feel sexy, even a bit slutty, as every moment of their incredible fucking replayed in her mind.
She plopped on the leather couch with her legs spread and took a satisfying sip of the drink before setting it down on the coffee table. Should she classify what they had done as fucking or lovemaking? She certainly cared about Brenda so there was a bit of love in what was an intense exploration of sexual pleasure.
Chrissy was barely conscious of her hand moving to her breast and her finger circling a nipple. She was both surprised by and proud of how creatively her mouth and fingers had explored and stimulated Brenda's pussy, clit, and anus. She had so loved her friend's taste and smell, and the strength of Brenda's orgasms had thrilled her beyond belief. By contrast, her few experiences with women in college now seemed tentative and rather bungling.
Though Brenda had cut things off in the hall, Chrissy was perplexed by how aggressively she had massaged Brenda's buttocks, tongued, licked, and nibbled up and down her crack before flicking her tongue over Brenda's anus. Where did that come from? She knew that had things lasted a moment longer, she would have been lost in rimming Brenda and pressing her stiffened tongue past her sphincter muscles.
What was that about anyway? Well, Brenda's shapely ass was truly beautiful, but it had to be more than that. Chrissy had experienced enough anal play--unfortunately in what seemed like the far distant past--to know how arousing it could be. It seemed like a kind of statement. "I will do anything and everything to heighten your pleasure. This may be taboo for some, but I'll go there for you." And she had to admit that for herself it was such a turn-on to be totally wanton, to be given over to the giving of sexual pleasure. Stopping at nothing.
If only it had lasted longer, Chrissy thought, as her finger pushed aside her thong, glided up and down her slick slit and ended up circling her clit.
With a sigh, Chrissy got up, downed about a third of the martini, and headed to her computer. Though she would have enjoyed teasing herself to orgasm, she had some research to do--how to give a prostate massage.
Once she'd opened up a private window, she had another generous sip of the her martini. She giggled a bit as she typed "analingus" into the search box. "Prostate Massage" could wait.
She found the "how-to's" stimulating and soon her thong was on the floor and her legs were hooked over the arms of the chair. To Chrissy the tip of her finger that slowly rimmed the folds of her anus was the tip of her tongue pleasuring Brenda. She savored the sensation of her finger pressing past the resistance of her opening. Her tongue mimicked the movements of her finger as she closed her eyes and imagined licking and probing Brenda's tempting asshole, inhaling her musky scent. She longed to feel Brenda's sphincters gripping her stiffened tongue. Chrissy relished the gentle orgasm that spread through her--not a hard cum, but lingering with a series of aftershocks.
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Brenda found herself torn between two competing scenarios. Yes, she was committed, despite Chrissy's doubts, to getting Chad and Doug to experience bi. To remind herself how hot that would be to watch, she was nude, stretched out before the computer screen watching two guys got at it. The heavier guy was on his back, the slender guy lowering his ass to take heavy guy's thick pole up his ass. He supported himself by gripping each one his heavy guy's spread knees with a hand. Heavy guy reached up to stroke slender guy's shaft. It was all so visible, making it much more intense, than when heavy guy had taken slender guy doggy style. She turned her vibrator up to max and tried to match the pace of slender guy's movements sliding up and down the thick cock as she slid the dildo in and out of her cunt.
When she was especially turned on, she loved the wantonness of the word "cunt."
On the other hand, though her eyes were riveted on slender guy sliding up and down on that beautiful cock, thoughts of Chrissy's passion and skill as a lover were never far from overwhelming her. Brenda lifted her breast and tongued her nipple--Chrissy had been so impressed that she could do that.
Brenda could recall every moment of that intense fucking-lovemaking, but one moment kept rising to the top of her consciousness. She closed her eyes and was only dimly aware of heavy guy's moans and missed the trusting of his hips as he spasmed and shook, jetting loads of cum into slender guy's rectum.
In the moment that kept resurfacing, she was on her knees in the hall, her cheek pressed to the hard wood floor. Chrissy's hands were kneading and spreading her buttocks--nibbles, kisses, and slathering licks up and down her crack. And then Chrissy's tongue swirling over her puckered anus. Her tip of Chrissy's tongue on the verge of entering her.
