There was a sudden sharp pain in her ass as he pushed in a third finger. The pain lasted no more than a moment and, then began the most intensely pleasurable sensation she had ever experienced! The pleasure rose up in a series of crescendos. The last thing she saw before oblivion was Fleming drooling at the mouth as he watched his three fingers pumping in and out of her stretched asshole.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Christie sat on the toilet idly fingering the lips of her pussy and thinking about Frank Ryan. More than a week had passed since his discharge from the hospital, and now he'd invited her to party at his apartment. She was eagerly looking forward to an evening of fun. The people at the hospital had been getting on her nerves, particularly Head Nurse Biddle and Doctor Fleming, and it would be good to get out for a carefree evening.
In the meantime, it couldn't do any harm to warm up a little. She sat on the toilet with her legs wide apart. She rubbed her middle finger up and down the groove of her pussy. The fed of her fingertip moving along the trail from clit to cunt-hole and back again was delicious.
She closed her eyes and thought about Frank Ryan. She thought about socking his cock. She thought about his mouth on her cunt. She thought about his cock in her ass. She kept moving her finger from the mouth of her cunt to her clit, repeating the stroke over and over.
It was really silly the way women were constructed – she could never understand why her clit wasn't inside her cunt-hole where it belonged.
She soon added a second finger to the first. One finger was fine, but she liked stretching the mouth of her cunt-hole. Her pussy responded with a delicate quiver at the entry of the second intruder.
She concentrated more intently on the idea Ryan eating her and then fucking her. She used her thumb now, together with her two plunging fingers. She deftly pinched her clit each time she pushed her fingers into the hot grip of her cunt-hole. She twisted her ass on the toilet. Cunt-juice oozed out of her cunt to drip off her pistoning fingers into the water.
"Oh, shit!" she groaned. "This is crazy!"
But there was no way she could stop now. She stroked herself more vigorously. Her eyes tightly shut, she imagined the feeling of a hard cock plunging in and out of her cunt. She drew closer and closer to the climax, and then, finally, the tremors were rolling up through her belly and she moaned out her release.
She felt better now. She felt more ready for Frank Ryan's party. By the time she got out of the bathroom, her only thoughts concerned the clothes she would wear.
Ryan met her at the door with a drink in his hand and a smile on his face. He had lipstick on his cheek. His tie was loose and he looked happy.
"Come join the party," he said.
It turned out Ryan's idea of a party was three people – himself, Christie, and another woman.
Her name was Maureen. She had dark hair, dark eyes, and a slim body sheathed in a slinky dress. She looked about the same age as Christie.
Ryan mixed Christie a drink and they all sat and chatted to get better acquainted. Christie had no doubts about Ryan's intentions – he wanted both women, either one after the other or at the same time. She had to admire his nerve. She'd never been involved in a threesome before, and she found herself ready and willing to try it. Maureen obviously had no qualms about it either – her mouth was soon locked with Ryan's in a wet kiss, and a moment later her hand was fondling his huge erection.
Christie shivered at the lewd sight of Maureen's hand on Ryan's meaty cock. Ryan's hands were on Maureen's thrusting tits. Maureen continued to stroke his hard cock. His long thick cock-shaft looked very white, and Christie could see his bulging cock head, red and shiny, as Maureen's hand moved over it.
Maureen finally pulled her lips away from Ryan's mouth. Her hand still holding his cock, she looked at Christie and smiled.
"Frank told me you and this salami of his are old friends. I hope you don't mind."
Christie shrugged. She was feeling the effects of the liquor. She certainly didn't mind that Maureen knew that she and Ryan had fucked. At the moment, Christie was more interested in how public Maureen wanted things.
Maureen evidently wanted things very public, indeed! She slipped off the couch and knelt on the floor between Ryan's legs. Christie's heart raced as she watched the elegant brunette run her pink tongue over the swollen head of Ryan's huge cock. Ryan slumped back against the soft cushions of the sofa. His eyes were half-closed. His lips were turned up in a smile as he watched Maureen's mouth working on his fuck-meat.
Christie stared transfixed at the scene. She watched Maureen lick his huge cock while her hand moved possessively up and down his long cock-shaft. Maureen opened her mouth. She swooped down and half the length of his cock disappeared between her lips.
Ryan's body stiffened as the brunette's mouth moved steadily up and down over his bulging cock-head. He vented a deep groan of pleasure and grabbed Maureen's head with his hands to direct the rhythm of her sucking.
Christie was very much aware of her own excitement. She had a hand between her legs, continually rubbing her burning crotch through the material of her dress. She kept her eyes locked on the stretched lips of Maureen's mouth moving up and down on his long shaft of glistening cock-meat. The lewdness of it all was too much to bear. Slipping a hand under her dress, Christie began directly massaging her cunt with her fingers. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been so turned on. She had a flood of cunt-juice flowing out her cunt and her knees were quivering.
Maureen suddenly pulled her mouth off Ryan's cock. She rose up and began a slow dance around the room. Her hands fluttering over her body, she stripped off her clothes piece by piece. She was soon wearing nothing more than, a flimsy garter belt to hold up her nylons. She had drooping, pear-shaped tits with long, brown nipples, a curvy, firm looking ass, and a dense bush of dark cunthair below her belly.
Ryan caught Christie's eye and grinned. "Come on over here and get cozy," he said.
Christie rose up and walked across the room. She was conscious of their eyes on her body. She knelt down between Ryan's legs. His cock had softened up a bit, but it was still long enough to bring a flutter to her pussy. She held his limp cock-shaft in her hand. His bare cock-head had a dull, purplish-pink color. Extending her wet tongue, Christie began licking his prick.
She swirled her tongue over his velvety, mushroom-shaped cock-knob. The knowledge that another woman was watching her doing it made it all the more exciting. Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed his entire cock, taking all of him until his fat cockhead jammed into the back of her throat and the tight ring of her lips pressed against his shorts. When she pulled back her mouth, she let her saliva drool down to bathe his swollen cock-meat.
She began steadily pumping her mouth up and down on his cock, slurping and slobbering over his thick cylinder of rampant prick-flesh, fucking him with her face and shivering at the obscene picture she knew she was making. She sucked hard on his cock-head each time she drew back, and then on the downstroke she let his cock-head slide over her tongue as the ring of her lips moved down to the base of his cockshaft. She finally had him stiffened out again, his cock long and hard, her mouth filled with his spongy cock-knob. She concentrated all her attention on twisting and pumping her mouth, sucking him furiously until he vented a hoarse groan. He slid his hands into her hair and caressed her head as it bobbed up and down on his fleshy prick.
"Oh, yeah, that's nice!" Ryan growled. "How does it taste, baby?"