“Two inches. Maybe a bit more.”
She didn’t believe me, so she reached between her legs and felt around until she touched my shaft and balls.
“You weren’t kidding.”
“Nope. You want me to stop? Pull out?”
“Uh-uh. I always wanted to try this. Fletcher thought it was gross.”
“Remind me again why you were dating him.”
“I’m not sure.”
“You ready for me to keep going?”
She nodded.
I slid another couple of inches into her, very slowly, before she groaned again.
“No, keep going,” she panted. “It feels good.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. It was just… the initial feeling. Being so… unh! Full. He isn’t a cucumber.”
“Fine, he gets it,” Christy said waspishly. “We tried to put cucumbers in our butts.” She looked at me. “We were drunk. And it seemed like a good idea at the time.”
“Yeah,” I chuckled, “I have some stories like that.”
“I’m sure you do. And if you must know—” She glared before I could say anything. “We used condoms, but it was still disgusting.”
“Speak for yourself,” Brooke said.
“And it hurt.”
“But you like pain.”
“Not that kind, not back there. Uh-uh, no way.”
Brooke looked back at me and grinned. “Now you know why we never tried anal again. Li’l Miss Oral here had other ideas.”
“Which you probably never complained about,” I chuckled.
“Um… no.”
“You ready to try again?” I said.
She nodded, and I pulled out a little and began moving my hips back and forth.
“Oh, damn! That’s good. Keep doing that.”
I kept doing that.
Christy smiled at me over Brooke’s back. Her eyes shone bright with affection. Then she turned her attention to Brooke, who was panting with pleasure more than pain. I held her hips and gently fucked her ass until I buried my entire cock inside her. She reached between her legs and felt my balls tight against her pussy.
“You ready for me to keep going?” I asked.
“I… think so. Slow, though.”
“Slow and steady wins the race.”
I withdrew and then eased into her with short thrusts that went a little deeper each time. She groaned and hung her head as I shifted my hands to her waist and started fucking her for real. I didn’t slam into her, but I thrust hard enough that my hips made slapping noises against her soft, round buttocks.
Christy reached under her and teased her nipples, but she didn’t really know what to do otherwise. I had a thought, so I caught her eye and gestured for her to stand. Then I stopped thrusting and snaked an arm around Brooke’s middle.
“Roll with me,” I told her. “I want you on top.”
We carefully lowered ourselves to the cushions and then I lifted her on top of me.
“Just lie on my chest,” I said as she breathed hard from exertion and excitement. Her skin was hot and sticky where it touched mine. “You doing okay?”
“Yeah. I’m getting close.”
I nodded to Christy, who knelt between our legs. She caressed my swollen balls as she began licking Brooke’s pussy.
“Damn,” Brooke said softly, to me, “it’s really nice to have a guy who knows what he’s doing. Now I’m super-jealous.”
I gently turned her head toward me and kissed her. She groaned into my mouth when I started rocking my hips. Her ass was hot, tight, and smooth, and I felt my own orgasm building. I kissed her again and cupped her breasts. She moaned as I squeezed and pinched her nipples.
“Harder?”
“Uh-uh, that’s good. Just like that.”
I nodded and concentrated on not coming before she did. I wouldn’t have to wait long, I thought, especially with “Li’l Miss Oral” between her legs. I chuckled to myself at Brooke’s Texas version of the nicknames Christy used, and a distracted part of me wondered who’d started it.
Seriously? the little head said. Now? You pick the weirdest times to wonder about things.
What else am I s’posed to do? I’m basically a joystick at this point.
I don’t know why I put up with you, he said in a near-perfect imitation of Wren.
Because you can’t seduce girls like Christy and Brooke.
Wanna bet? he shot back.
Buddy, girls aren’t like guys. We see a nice pair of tits or a hot ass and we don’t care what the girl’s like.
Yeah, so?
Girls want a guy who cares about them as people, not body parts. Besides, most girls think dicks are kinda funny-lookin’.
Who’s funny-lookin’?
You, my friend. Yeah, I like you, but girls don’t see a dick and decide to go to bed with the guy.
Some do, he sulked.
True, but we don’t want girls like that. We want girls like Christy and Brooke.
They like me.
Yeah, but only ’cause you’re with me.
Aren’t you special, he grumbled.
“Mmm hmm,” I said aloud, but softly. “And lucky as hell.”
Fortunately, Brooke wasn’t paying attention to me. Christy had just done something to push her over the edge, and she arched her back in the buildup to orgasm. All of a sudden it hit and her muscles clenched, including her butt. I felt like my cock was being crushed in a vise.
She relaxed after a short eternity.
Being a joystick is hard work, I thought as blood flow returned to my cock.
“Are you okay?” Brooke panted.
“Yeah, sure. Why?”
“You made a noise. Like, in pain.”
“Oh, that. No, it was just a little intense there for a while. I hope I didn’t ruin it for you.”
“No. I was more worried about you.”
“I’m fine, but thanks.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. I’m ready to come, though. Where—?”
“In my butt. I’ve always wanted to know what it’s like.”
“You might be disappointed,” I chuckled.
“It’s the guy that makes it special.”
“Ha! Fair enough. In that case, here goes.”
I held her hips and started moving my own. I didn’t want to pound into her, but she urged me on with sighs and moans of excitement. My orgasm had been a long time coming, and the steel ring had delayed it even longer.
My cock felt like a cannon going off when I finally came. I arched my back and cried out from the force of it. The pleasure seemed to last forever, long after I actually stopped spurting. I eventually sagged to the cushions and inhaled great lungfuls of air.
My cock finally began to soften, and she sighed as it slipped from her ass. I swallowed to moisten my mouth, and Christy’s smiling face appeared above us.
“Well?” I said after a moment, “how was it?”
“Me or her?” she said.
“Either. Both.”
“She’s awesome,” Christy said. “I know that look. Me? I’m awesome too. And I hate to bother you, but I really need some attention.”
My brow furrowed. “Anal attention?”
“Oh my gosh, no!” She shuddered with revulsion. “No. Just… no.”
“Then… what?”
“What does she always want?” Brooke said. “Something in her mouth.”
I glanced at Christy, who replied with a goofy, enthusiastic nod.
“Ha! Okay,” I said. “A joystick’s work is never done.”
“Huh?”
“Long story. Don’t ask.” I helped Brooke stand. “Let’s go for a swim first, to rinse off.”
The afternoon sun was hot enough that the cool water was a welcome relief. Christy swam into my arms and kissed me playfully. Then she reached for my limp manhood.
“Have you had enough time to recover?”
“You’re insatiable,” I teased.
“Oh, that reminds me. Hey, Brooke?”