It's been two weeks since we had that afternoon interlude and Susan has called, faxed, emailed or voice mailed me every day with sexual suggestions and innuendoes. So far I've resisted the urge to give in to her suggestions. Don't get me wrong; she was incredible. I've never met anyone with a sexual appetite such as hers. It's just that I have been more than satisfied as of late.
Christine and I sat down that same evening and talked about what had happened. She was both amazed and taken aback by Susan's directions. "I really had no idea that's what Ms. Williams wanted to do," she said, "but I couldn't stop myself once I got started. I mean, I was so turned on, and you seemed to approve of what was going down, so I just went with it."
I told her I felt the same way; I was so turned on I couldn't stop, and I really didn't have a problem with anything that was done. "You have developed into such a beautiful, sensual woman that I found it difficult to stop what you were doing," I told her. "I have to admit, you have exhibited an entirely new – and quite alluring – side to yourself." I smiled and kissed the top of her head.
Christine took my hand and placed it over her heart. "The trouble I'm having now," she said, "is trying to stop my feelings about doing it again. I mean, you were incredible. All the way home I was thinking about taking you in my mouth and getting you off again." She even blushed as she said it. I felt her nipple grow hard under my hand and, at the same time, realized I was getting a hard-on all over again. "Would it be such a bad thing to keep going?" she asked.
"No," I told her, "it wouldn't. But it's something we have to keep very private. Other people wouldn't understand it."
"Not even my friends?" she asked.
"I doubt they would understand. They've probably been taught that this sort of sexual conduct is a bad thing."
Christine knelt down in front of me and began to stroke my rod through my pants. "I might have a surprise or two on that matter," she said, opening my pants and taking my cock in her hand. And, with that idea, she sucked me until I came down her throat.
Over the next two days Christine took every opportunity to explore our new sexual relationship. She took to removing her clothing when she was around the house and masturbating several times a day while I watched. Sometimes I would masturbate with her; sometimes she would suck me off. I ate her lovely, juicy young pussy for the first time and brought her to a huge climax with both my tongue and my fingers. And both nights she would come into my bedroom before retiring and suck on my cock until I came either down her throat or in her hands.
On Monday Christine went back to school and I went back to my office. I got done early and decided to head home. The house was so quiet and peaceful I decided to just kick back and relax for a while, so I stripped down and laid back on our couch. I couldn't help but think about the last time I'd been naked on a couch. I'd had Susan at one end and Christine at the other. The mere thought of that afternoon got me hard, so I closed my eyes and slowly stroked my cock into a huge hard-on.
I dozed off that way. One moment I was thinking about Susan and Christine, and the next I was looking up into Christine's lovely young face, smiling at me. I felt her hand slide over my tool. "Hey there," she said, "you must have known we were coming over today." It didn't register at first, but when I finally realized she'd said, "we," I looked past her to see another young woman standing at the foot of the couch. Her eyes were trained on Christine's hand slowly stroking my cock into life.
"This is Jenny," she said. "We've talked about what you and I do and she's really interested in it." I smiled at Jenny, not knowing quite what to say. Christine's hand tightened around my stiffening cock and her strokes took on more urgency. "She really wants it, Daddy. Do you mind?"
I shook my head, letting my little head take over my thinking.
Christine told Jenny to get undressed and she moved her face down to my cock. As Jenny slowly peeled off her tank top, bra, skirt and panties, Christine began to give me head. By now she knew exactly what to do to get me really hard, and by the time Jenny came over to the couch I was rock hard and throbbing. Jenny's naked body only made my balls ache even more; her firm young tits must have been nothing less than a 36D, and her pussy was trimmed down to a thin strip running up from her delta. She had slim hips, firm thighs, and a trim body – all the things a man loves to admire. Christine brought her down on her knees and offered her my cock. "Start slowly," she told her, "with just the head, and then work your way down his shaft. Up and down. Don't try to take it all in at once. Just relax and enjoy the feeling. And keep in mind the really sensitive areas, and pay attention to them."
Jenny caught on like a pro. I watched the head of my cock disappear into her mouth, felt her cheek muscles tighten around it, and then felt her tongue swirl around the rim. It was heavenly. As she began to slowly slide up and down my rod Christine moved around behind her and began to stroke her pussy with her hand. Jenny must have really liked that, and she began to pump my shaft with her hand as she sucked my head. At one point I figured Christine has pumped her fingers into Jenny's cunt, because she stiffened, moaned lightly, and then went back down with renewed energy. I saw Christine begin to piston her hand in and out of Jenny's twat and Jenny stopped sucking me off. "Oh, shit," she moaned, "that's so good. Oh, God, that's so good."
