“Last chance to say no,” I said to Brooke.
She took a deep breath, sat on the table, and lay back. Then she raised her knees and spread her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen and shiny with arousal, and her skirt bunched at the waist like Christy’s had. The pink base of the butt plug peeked from between her cheeks.
I paused a moment to admire the view. My eyes roamed upward, over blue-green folds of skirt. Brooke’s breasts flattened under their own weight but were still generous mounds. Her nipples were larger and puffier than Christy’s, and her skin had gone pink from the heat of the day, but also from arousal.
She met my gaze and didn’t flinch, so I slid my cock along her channel. She was wet and very ready, and her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. She gasped when I gripped her thighs and held them open. Her labia parted easily, so I angled my hips and slid into her silky smooth warmth.
I glanced sideways at Christy to gauge her reaction. She stretched upward and leaned in for a kiss. I released Brooke’s thigh and pulled Christy closer. She was still wearing her own skirt and blouse, so I told her to take them off.
“Yes, sir.” She tossed them onto a chair and returned to my side. “Thank you, Mr. Porn Star Boyfriend.”
“So… you’re okay with everything?”
“Oh my gosh, yes!” She grinned. “Only, didn’t you promise her a good, hard fucking?”
“I love it when you talk dirty,” I teased.
“Be nice. I’m a proper young lady… who wants you to fuck her friend.”
I rolled my eyes and began moving my hips. Christy watched as my cock slid in and out of Brooke’s smooth pussy. I could feel the butt plug inside her, a bulge that pressed against the underside of my cock with each thrust. I wasn’t in danger of coming any time soon, but I could easily see myself pounding away until I exploded inside her.
Christy must have read my mind. “This is so much hotter than I imagined.”
“So you like watching me fuck her?”
“What do you think?” She pulled my hand from Brooke’s thigh and gently guided it between her own. She gasped when my finger parted her slippery labia and slid inside. Then she closed her eyes and whimpered softly as I fingered her.
Brooke moved a hand and started playing with herself. I fucked her with long strokes as she rubbed her clit. The flush had crept all the way down to her forearms, and her skin glistened with perspiration.
Christy carefully withdrew my finger from her pussy. “I can’t think straight,” she said softly. “I want to watch instead.”
I nodded and spread Brooke’s thighs even wider. Then I began fucking her with single-minded intensity. She moaned and gasped with every thrust, and her breasts bounced hypnotically until she cupped them herself and pinched her nipples.
Unfortunately, the table itself eventually became a distraction. It had scooted several feet already, and the drinks were in danger of bouncing off the edge. I stopped thrusting and swallowed hard to moisten my mouth. On a whim, I grabbed my own cup and drained it. Brooke opened her eyes and took a moment to focus.
“Time for a break,” I said. “And to move to a better location.”
“Oh. Okay.”
I grinned. “The guys in your fantasies don’t take breaks, do they?”
She was so red that I couldn’t tell if she was blushing or not, but her guilty look was answer enough. All of a sudden she laughed.
“What?”
“Fletcher never lasted long enough to need one.”
“Well, part of it’s your fault,” I said.
“What? How?”
“You’re so sexy that I wouldn’t’ve lasted either,” I chuckled. “The cock ring helps, and I focused on other things, but I’ll be honest, the table is just an excuse. If I’d kept going, I’d’ve come by now.”
“Oh.”
Christy grinned down at her. “I told you.”
“You’re like a wet dream come true,” I said to Brooke. “Even better, you’re smart.”
She blinked at the seeming non sequitur.
“Almost any woman is interesting for a while. The smart ones are interesting forever.”
“Oh, boy,” Christy said. “You’re getting better, but that line is still pretty bad.”
“No one asked you,” Brooke snapped. To me, “Ignore her. You were saying…?”
I grinned at both of them. “Come on,” I said, “let’s have a quick drink and then move to a lounge chair.” I patted Brooke’s thigh and gently eased my swollen cock from her tight opening. We groaned together and shared a grin. “Besides,” I added, “I wanna try your ass.”
Christy’s expression shone with eagerness and not a trace of surprise.
“So you figured it out?” I said.
She rolled her eyes.
“She figures everything out,” Brooke said as she sat up. “Drives me nuts sometimes. She lies worse than all get out, but she never forgets stuff. She can’t do math, either, but she puts two and two together just fine.”
“Yep,” I said cheerily, “that’s our girl.” Then I grinned to take any sting out of it. “But we love her.”
“More than ever,” Brooke agreed.
“Come on,” I said. “Drinks first. Then the lounge chair. Anal sex to follow.” I grinned and glanced sideways at Christy. “You know I like it, right?”
“Seriously? We’ve been dating how long? Almost a year?”
“More like six months. But… yeah.”
“Whatever. Of course I know you like anal sex.”
“And… do you?”
“No,” she said sweetly, “but one of us really should.”
“I’ll tell you about the cucumbers later,” Brooke said dryly.
“Brooke Eileen O’Neill, don’t you dare!”
“That’s okay,” I said. “I can probably figure it out.” I grabbed the pitcher of mai tais and started filling cups. “Drink up. We have lots of fluids to replenish.”
* * *
After our break, we moved from the relative shade of the patio to the concrete deck by the pool. I dragged over one of the lounge chairs, a big wooden thing with hibiscus-pattern cushions straight out of the seventies. It was sturdy, though, and the back reclined flat, so it was more like a bed than a chair.
“How do you want me?” Brooke asked.
“Hands and knees.”
“Where do you want me?” Christy asked.
“By her head. You can play with her nipples.”
“Ooh, I like nipples, especially hers. They feel good in my mouth.”
“Everything feels good in your mouth,” Brooke teased.
“And don’t you forget it! Besides, you never complained.”
“Ladies,” I said, “On the chair. Now.”
“Yes, sir,” they said together.
My dick was still mostly hard, thanks to the cock ring. A paranoid part of me wondered how long it was safe to wear, but I decided to worry about that later. Brooke knelt and swept her ponytail over her shoulder. She watched me anxiously as I gripped the base of the butt plug and pulled gently. She whimpered as it came free.
I flipped open the top of the special lube. Brooke’s sphincter was pink and tight, but my finger slid inside her easily. She let out a little sigh of half-pleasure, half-surprise. I coated my dick with another squirt of lube and felt it go slightly numb. I gave her ass another squirt, just to be sure. Then I sank to my knees between hers.
“Go slow,” she said.
“He’s done this before,” Christy reassured her. “And I’m right here.”
I set the tip of my cock at her anus and gently pushed. It slipped inside far easier than I’d expected, so I stopped abruptly. Brooke groaned, but it was mostly pleasure. I held her hips and eased another inch into her, and she panted to catch her breath. Christy shot me a “hold on” look.
“It feels good,” Brooke said, “but… damn.” After a moment she looked over her shoulder. “How much is in there?”