Cristi sat on the edge of the bed, dabbing herself with a tissue. Brad had lasted a record two minutes, exactly 30 seconds longer than he had in their previous sessions. He lay on the other side with a game controller, playing online with his friends and swearing at the monitor. "Fuck you!" he said as he got taken out by a 12-year old Australian kid. He turned to her, slipping one ear off of his headphones. "Hey, that was pretty good, huh? Bet you never been fucked like that before, have you baby?"

Cristi smiled at him. He was cute and had a perfect body, but like most guys his age had no clue how to please a woman. "I need to go," she said, pulling up her jeans. "Yeah, ok," Brad replied without looking up, then yelled at the screen, "You're toast, fucker!"

Cristi grabbed her purse and headed out the door. She drove home, wondering how she was going to dump him. He'd be upset. Not because he cared for her, but because it would be a blow to his ego. Cristi wanted a man that would listen to what she had to say; someone who wanted to hear her dreams and desires. She wanted a man who'd take his time in bed with her. The truth was, she didn't know what it would take to please her. She could make herself come with her fingers - sometimes, but had never had an orgasm with a man.

Cristi parked on the street in front of the apartment she shared with two other girls. "Hey," her roommate said as she came through the door, "How was your date?" "Good," Cristi replied. "Brad is soooo fucking hot," her roommate said. "You're lucky to have a piece of ass like that." "Yeah, he's a real prize," Cristy muttered as she entered her bedroom and closed the door.

She began to undress, thinking about Brad and his pitiful performance earlier that night. He was more concerned about nutting and getting back to gaming than he was with pleasing her.

Cristi pulled the jeans over her long, muscled legs and tossed them in the corner. Her shirt went in the same direction. She unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall. She looked down at them. They were nice, she thought: 'Pear-shaped', her roommate had once said. She had small, pink nipples. Brad hadn't touched them all evening. Cristi ran a finger over one of them and felt a quick burning in her loins. Less than an hour ago she had whipped herself into a sexual frenzy, only to come away wet and unsatisfied. She rolled her finger over the nipple again, watching it perk up at her touch.

Cristi lay down on the bed, reached inside her panties, and began to softly rub herself. Her other hand combed through her short blond hair. She squeezed her button between her fingers and began to grind her hips. It was no use. She wasn't going to come, not tonight.

Cristi finished work early the next evening. She had been ignoring Brad's texts all day. Another night of watching him play video games, then breaking for two minutes so he could pump a load in her wasn't her idea of fun. Still, she yearned to have a cock inside of her. She knew that her roommate had a vibrator, and often wondered what it would feel like. The girl had told her, "It's fucking amazing. Every woman needs one of these."

Cristi began the drive home and remembered the adult store near the restaurant where she worked. She had never dared to set foot in one, but found herself headed towards it, desire overtaking her fears. She pulled into the parking lot. Three cars were parked outside. At least one has to be an employee's, she thought. That leaves two other customers. Hopefully, they're not dirty old men.

Cristi stepped into the brightly-lit store. She was surprised, and relieved, to see that the two other customers, and the clerk, were women. The tatted girl behind the counter said, "Hi, need any help?" "Um, no, just looking," Cristi mumbled, heading towards the back of the store. She stared in amazement at the rows of dildos, some over a foot long. She found the vibrator section and picked up the smallest one she could find, turning the package over to read the back.

An older woman browsed next to her. She looked at the tiny vibrator in Cristi's hand and said, "It's junk. Don't waste your money with that one, honey. Here," she said, smiling and handing Cristi a purple bullet, "You'll be much happier with this."

Cristi blushed, "It's for my friend's batchelorette party tonight. She's getting married next week."

"Yeah, ok," the woman replied. "Tell your friend that she's going to want some lube. And if the vibrator is too much for her, she can always wrap it in a washcloth."

"Thank you, I'll let her know," Cristi said, looking at the woman. She was in her mid-forties - pretty, and dressed in business attire. with a low-cut blouse that revealed a bit of cleavage.

"Have fun tonight," the woman said. "At the party." She smiled at Cristi.

"Thank you," Cristi replied, blushing again, and began to walk towards the counter. She turned around and walked back, picking up a small bottle of lube before heading to the register.

Barbara stifled a laugh and stared at Cristi's perfect ass as she walked away. Gorgeous, she thought. And that cute little pixie haircut; her husband would just love it. She thought about what the girl would look like later tonight with the bullet pressed up against her sweet, fresh pussy. She was about to have the best orgasm of her young life.

Cristi walked into her apartment. Her roommates weren't home. Good, she thought. Privacy. She went to her room and pulled the bullet from the bag and took it out of the packaging. Cristi inserted the battery and clicked the button. The bullet emitted a low hum, rumbling in her hand. She clicked the button again and the toy buzzed louder, harder. One more click and the bullet whined, practically jumping out of her hand. The vibrations pulsed through her forearm. Cristi could feel her pussy getting wet, and she turned off the vibrator. She quickly tore off her clothes and got into bed.

She squirted a dab of lube on the bullet and turned it on its lowest setting, then touched it to her pussy. She jumped. It felt like a bolt of electricity had shot through her. Too much, she thought, but then remembered the woman's advice. She ran to her closet to get a towel. She lay back down on the bed and placed the towel over her mound.

Cristi clicked the bullet and placed it on the towel, above and to the side of her clit. The fabric dampened the shock she had felt on her first try. It felt incredible - like every nerve was on fire. She dropped her head back on the pillow, moaning. She brought the bullet closer to her clit and began moving it in small circles. She started to get comfortable with the vibrations, and clicked the button again. Once more her head slammed back. This time she cried out, and placed her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans.

Cristi had never been attracted to girls, but a vision of the woman she had met in the adult store crept into her mind. Cristi imagined her sucking at her clit, her breasts against Cristi's thighs. Cristi began grinding her hips against her hand at the thought. She could feel a tickle in her abdomen, and from the few times she had orgasmed previously she knew she was getting ready to come. Cristi ground harder against the bullet, then stiffened as she came, bucking her hips as the orgasm rode through her.

It began to wane, and she had to pull the bullet away from her now-sensitive clit. She lay there, panting, a glow of sweat on her flat stomach.

Cristi pleasured herself two more times that night, each time fantasizing about the woman, and each time coming harder than the last. By the third go she had the bullet up to its highest setting, her cries echoing through the empty house.

She used it every night for the next week, her face in a pillow to quiet her moans. She ghosted Brad all week, and by Friday he had stopped texting her. By Saturday she had grown tired of the little bullet and decided to make another trip to the store.

She entered the shop a little more confident than she had on her last visit and strode straight to the vibrator section. She pulled a bigger version of her bullet from the wall and turned it over to read the package.

"Another batchelorette party?" Cristi turned to around to find the same woman she had met the previous week, standing behind her. Cristi's ears burned bright red. She was mortified.

"That's ok honey. Nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone uses these," Barbara said, and after a moment asked, "Did you have fun with the last one?"

Cristi was uncomfortable, but the woman seemed to know things, and Cristi had questions. She looked at the woman, noticing that she was exposing considerably more cleavage than the last time. She wore a tight skirt, and Cristi could see that the woman wasn't wearing underwear. She stared at Cristi with big, dark eyes.

"Do you come in here a lot?" Cristi asked.

"Once or twice a week," the woman replied. "It depends."

"On what?"

"On how horny my husband is," she replied, laughing.

Cristi blushed again. "You're married? But then why do you need these things? Does he, I mean do you..."

"Oh, yes, he does. Sweetie, you have so much to learn," the woman said, picking a piece of lint from Cristi's sweater. "I'm Barbara," she said, extending her hand.

"Cristi," she replied, taking Barbara's hand. Barbara held on to it for a few seconds before letting go.

"How old are you, Cristi?"

"I'm 20," she replied. "How old are you?"

Barbara smiled. "I'm 42."

"Wow, I didn't know that people your age still, you know."

Barbara burst out laughing. "Sex at my age, and older, is much, much better than it was when I was 20."

"Really?" Cristi said, eyes wide.

"Yes, really. Hey, we should chat. Would you like to have a drink with me?"

"I'm not old en..., um, sure."

"Great," Barbara said, picking out a curved red silicone dildo. "This one's on me. I'll meet you outside."

Barbara headed to the counter to pay for the dildo. Cristi went outside to wait for her.

"Follow me," Barbara said as she came out of the store, handing Cristi a package. "There's a great place close by," she told her, sliding in to a black Lexus.

Cristi got in her car and followed Barbara out of the lot. She seems nice, Cristi thought, as she drove behind Barbara. She thought about what she was going to ask her. She had so many questions. Her friends thought they knew about sex, but they were as clueless as she was about their own anatomy, not to mention a man's. Here was a chance to pick the brain of someone who had decades of first-hand knowledge. Besides, she's confident and sexy. Cristi wanted to be like that.

They arrived at the bar, and Barbara waited for Cristi at the door. "I love this place. They have fantastic cocktails," she said, opening the door for her.

They found a table at the back. "What do you drink?" Barbara asked.

"I'll have a Corona," Cristi replied.

"Cristi, you want to be a mature, attractive woman, do you not?"

"Yes," Cristi replied, sheepishly.

"Then you need to drink like one."

The waiter came to the table. Barbara said, "We'll have two Sidecars, please."

"What do you do for a living?" Barbara asked.

"I'm a waitress at Chili's, but I go to art school part time," Cristi replied. "How about you?"

"I'm in real estate. Not my first choice, but I make good money and can work when I want. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Not really. I was seeing someone, but it wasn't working out."

Their drinks arrived. Barbara lifted her glass to Cristi. "Now *this* is a drink. Here's to sex, in all forms."

Cristi toasted, and took a sip of the cocktail. It burned going down, and she winced. The second sip was better. She could feel the warmth of the cognac seep through her body. She liked it.

"What happened to the boyfriend?" Barbara asked.

"I don't know. He's cute and everything, but he doesn't do it for me. He doesn't make an effort to understand what I want."

"He's a boy."

"I guess."

"Have you ever been with an older man?"

"Yes," Cristi replied. "Last year I dated a 23-year old guy. He was nice."

"No Cristi, I meant an *older* man, like a professor."

"Oh, no. That's kind of creepy. Why would I want to do that?"

"Because they know how to please a woman, that's why. They know about romance. They're gentlemen. They hold doors open for you. They tell you you're beautiful. This former boyfriend of yours - what was his name?"

"Brad"

"Brad. It's not really his fault. He just hasn't had enough practice, and he won't learn until pleasing a woman becomes the most important thing in his life. It sounds like he's not ready for that yet."

"He's been with plenty of girls."

"Did he ever make you come?"

Cristi blushed. "No"

"Did he try?"

"Not really, no."

"A mature man would have made you come. He would have went at you as if his life depended on it."

"So what are you saying?" Cristi asked. "That I should go find an old man?"

"I'm saying you should find a man that knows what he's doing," Barbara replied "Or a woman. Or both," she said, taking a sip of her drink and looking her in the eyes.

Cristi flushed, remembering how she had fantasized about Barbara this week. Cristy had the feeling that Barbara might be hitting on her.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" Cristi asked.

"Yes, I have."

"Are you bi?"

"Not really. I told you, I'm married. To a wonderful, loving, passionate man. I've been with women just to mix it up a little."

"Does your husband know?"

"Oh yes," Barbara said, laughing. "He knows."

"And he's ok with that?"

"Let's save that one for another time," Barbara said. "I want to know about you. What is it that you want - sexually, I mean."

"You mean, like, positions?"

"No, silly! How do you want to feel?"

Cristi thought for a moment. "I want what you have. I want to feel free and confident, and I want someone who knows how to make me feel good."

"I may be able to help you with that, but first, I'm going to give you some homework."

Cristi perked up. "What is it?"

"You need to learn about your body. Take your new toy home tonight. Play with it, but don't come right away. I want you to hold back. Take yourself to the edge and back off. I want you to do that three times, then you can come, ok?"

"Ok"

"Meet me at the toy store in two days. I want to know how it went. Monday at 10."

"Ok"

Barbara paid the check, and they headed for the parking lot.

"Remember, three times." She leaned into Cristi and gave her a lingering kiss on the cheek. "See you Monday."

"I'll be there Barbara. Thanks for the advice."

Barbara watched Cristi drive away. She's going to make for a fun plaything, she thought - as soon as I've finished with her training. Troy is going to love her. She imagined him fucking Cristi while she watched, and leaning over to lick her sweet little pussy while his cock slid in and out of it.

Barbara pulled out of the lot and called Troy. "Hey babe. I've got a new trainee. You're going to *looove* her."

--

Cristy quietly opened the door to her apartment. Only one of her roommates was home, and she slipped into her room unnoticed. She undressed and opened the package. The curved vibrator Barbara picked out for her was a rechargeable model, with clitoral and g-spot stimulators. She plugged it in to give it a quick charge. She took out her tablet and browsed a few porn sites, searching for lesbian and milf vids, and settled on one featuring an older brunette going down on a young blond girl.

The video opened with the brunette kneeling in front of the girl, running her tongue up her shaved pussy in long, deliberate licks. Soon the blond was on her back with the older woman sucking deeply at her cunt, her face wet with the young girl's juice. The blond girl moaned loudly, then squealed, as she came on the woman's face.

Cristi unplugged the vibrator and crawled into bed with it. She smeared lube on the tip and clicked through its settings, deciding on medium. The dildo hummed in her hand. She gently touched the toy to her mound. It was softer than the bullet, she thought; she wouldn't need the cloth. She ran the dildo up her seam, feeling the vibrations pulse through her. Cristi nestled the side of the vibrator into her folds and let out a soft moan. She pulled the head up to her clit and slowly circled it, then brought it to her opening. Cristi teased her tight slit with the tip of the dildo, then slid it into her warm, wet cunt. She began fucking herself, imagining Barbara over her, smiling and slowly sliding the vibrator in and out of her. She pushed it in until the knob at its base touched her swollen clit, and held it there. She could feel the first twinge of an orgasm creep into her, and moved her hips, grinding against the knob. The orgasm welled and she waited for that now-familiar point of no return to hit her. She remembered what Barbara had instructed her to do, and pulled the knob off of her clit.

Cristi moaned as she felt a warm wave pass through her, but she didn't come. She waited for it to pass, then pushed the vibrator back up against her little button. The orgasm began to build again almost immediately. Cristi groaned, and ground hard into the knob. Once again, she felt her self winding up, getting ready to come. She took herself even closer to the edge this time, then slid the dildo out again. She had to turn off the vibrator to keep herself from coming, and held still, shaking. Cristi whined as she felt her pussy spasming in complaint. It felt so good, but she wanted to come, badly.

She waited until her cunt stopped twitching, and clicked the button back on, accidentally taking the vibrator to its highest setting. She gasped, and clicked it again. The vibrator switched to rapid-fire pulses, and she felt the orgasm burst into her - too far for her to stop it. Cristi cried out and immediately came - hard. She bucked against the knob of the dildo. The orgasm seemed to go on forever. She felt her pussy weep onto the dildo and over her hand.

Cristi held the dildo inside of her until the orgasm passed, then pulled it out. She clicked the button through the rest of the vibrator's settings until it shut off, then lay there, panting. She had never come like that before - never that hard, or for that long. Barbara had known she would, Cristy thought, and she smiled. She took a sip of water from the bottle on her nightstand and lay back down on the bed. Cristi turned the dildo over in her hand, marveling at what the little toy could do, then turned it back on and slid it towards her wet, waiting cunt.

Cristi played with her new toy throughout the weekend, each time pushing herself closer to orgasm, then backing off. Soon she found that she was able to get to the edge and hold herself there, letting her pussy and abdomen contract in mini-orgasms before taking herself down and starting all over again. The orgasms that followed were explosive.

Late Sunday night, after edging herself six times, she came violently, shaking so hard that the bed rattled against the wall, prompting a yell from her neighboring roommate, "What the fuck are you doing over there, Cristi?!" It was deliciously exhausting.

She numbed through her Monday classes, thinking about meeting with Barbara later that night. She couldn't wait to tell her about her weekend. She ate lunch under a tree between classes, and saw Brad coming across the quad with a group of his friends. He walked up and sat down next to her. "Hey baby," he said. "You and me again. The only thing missing is my cock."

"I haven't been missing it," Cristi said, and got up to leave. Brad sat open-mouthed. She didn't have time for his little-boy bullshit.

She breezed through her shift that night, changing clothes in the restaurant bathroom and freshening her makeup before heading to the adult store.
Barbara was in the dildo section again, holding a monstrous realistic model, considering it. She looked confident, like she was picking out a toaster, Cristi thought. Cristi strode up to her, grinning.

"You had fun, didn't you?" Barbara said, smiling. "Oh my god, Barbara," she replied. "It was fucking amazing. I came so hard."

"Did you hold off like I told you?" Barbara asked.

"Yes," Cristi said. "The first few times were really hard, but once I got the hang of it...wow!"

Cristi told Barbara how she had learned to edge herself, and of the mini-orgasms she had before finally letting go. "I can't believe how hard it made me come," she told her.

"I'm glad you had fun, sweetie," Barbara said. "Are you ready for your next assignment?" she asked. "If you like that, you'll *love* this."

"Ooh, what now?" Cristi asked, excited. "A bigger toy?"

"No," Barbara said, laughing. "It's smaller."

"Oh," Cristi replied, disappointed.

Barbara selected a small, black dildo from the wall. It was skinny at the tip, increasing in size towards the base where it abruptly thinned again, ending with a flat disk.

"That doesn't look very fun." Cristi said, frowning.

"Oh, but it is," Barbara said in a low tone. She looked into Cristi's eyes and handed her the toy. Cristi melted at the sound of her voice. She suddenly had the urge to kiss her, right there in the store.

"What do I do with it?" Cristi asked quietly.

"I want you to get yourself nice and wet with your vibrator first - but don't come yet, ok?"

"Ok"

"Then I want you to put lots of lube on your new toy, ok?"

"Ok"

"Then," Barbara said, leaning over to whisper in her ear, "I want you to slide it in that sweet little ass of yours."

"What?" Cristi said, recoiling. "That...that's gross!" she exclaimed.

"I know, I know, it sounds nasty," Barbara said, brushing a stray wisp of hair from Cristi's forehead. "But you have to trust me on this."

"Is this supposed to feel good?" Cristi asked, turning the dildo over in her hands.

"You have no idea."

"Will it hurt? It looks like it would hurt."

"A little, at first. You'll need to use lots of lube and take your time. Take deep breaths, and bear down, like you were going to the bathroom."

Cristi looked at her and sighed. "If you say so."

"If you want, you can pretend that I'm there, helping you," Barbara said, and brushed the back of her hand across Cristi's cheek.

Cristi turned crimson. "I don't, I mean..."

"Ok," Barbara said, smiling. "See you Wednesday then, same time,"

"I'll be here."

Cristi drove home, thinking about the strange new toy on the passenger seat. She had never been turned on at the thought of sticking something up her ass, but she trusted Barbara. She remembered what Barbara had said about helping, and her mind filled with a vision of Barbara pressing the black dildo into her. Cristi felt herself getting wet.

She arrived home and opened the door to her apartment. Her roommates had gone out for the evening. Good, she thought. This might get loud.

Cristi took the black dildo out of the box and looked at the packaging. The label read, 'Anal Trainer'. She held the dildo in her hand. It was soft, but heavy for its size. Cristy laid it on the bed and took the red vibrator from her nightstand. She placed a small amount of lube on the vibrator and clicked the button twice, to its medium setting, then ran it gently up her slit. Cristi shivered and nuzzled the tip between her lips, slowly pushing the vibrator into her wet pussy until the knob was against her hard little clit. She moaned, and began softly grinding against it in slow circles. Cristi clicked the button twice, and the vibrator shot quick pulses into her. She began to grind faster, until the orgasm began its slow crawl into her loins, then stopped, letting the warm waves wash through her body.

Cristi turned off the vibrator and pulled it out, then reached for the black trainer. She squirted lube over it, and rubbed more on her ass. Cristi lifted her legs and nestled the tip against her anus, then gave it a tiny push. It feels good, she thought, and she pushed it a little harder. The soft rubber tip slid into the first 1/4" of her rectum. "Oooo," Cristi cooed, "that's nice."

She began making short little thrusts, letting the dildo just barely enter the outside of her ass. She stopped, and gently pushed the trainer in an inch. "Ow,ow," she complained, and stopped the dildo's progress, pulling it out a bit. She relaxed and took a few deep breaths, then slid it back in. No pain this time. Cristi started sliding an inch of the dildo in and out of her tight little asshole. She began to moan. This is amazing, she thought, and drove the trainer deeper into her ass, the widening girth spreading her tight little hole apart. "Fuck," she groaned, and pushed it deeper, until the dildo was almost all the way in.

She took the bottle of lube, and craning her neck, squirted it over the trainer. She lay back and spread her legs further apart, then pushed the final inch of the dildo into her ass. "Ohmyfuckinggod," she moaned, as her stretched hole spasmed around it. She lay still for a moment, allowing her ass to become accustomed to the strange object inside of it.

Cristi reached for the red vibrator and turned it on. She touched it to her open pussy, and immediately felt her ass clench around the trainer. Cristi held it there, panting, then began sliding it up and down her slick, wet opening. She thought for a moment, then, biting her lower lip, slowly inserted the vibrator into her cunt.

Her head snapped back, and a loud, guttural moan escaped her lips. She felt full, ready to burst. Her ass squeezed the trainer and it began to slide out of her. She reached between her legs and pushed it back in, holding it in place. Having both of her holes stuffed felt incredible. Her pussy was now dripping, the juice running out of her and over the trainer.

She began to fuck her pussy with the vibrator. Her eyes closed, face pointed into her shoulder, her voice now one long, continuous moan. She clicked the button to the rapid-pulse setting, and began to grind her hips. Cristi gripped the trainer and began to slide it in and out of her ass while grinding against the vibrator. Her cunt twinged. She was going to come. She held back, slowing the movement of her hips, but continued to fuck herself with the trainer. Her virgin ass had accepted the object, and it now was loose enough to allow Cristi to take deep plunges in and out of it. Cristi began grinding against the vibrator again.

She felt herself go over the edge, unable to stop. She bucked against the vibrator, plunging the trainer in and out of her ass with deep, furious thrusts of her arm.

The orgasm ripped through her body in a violent shudder. She felt her ass contract over and over again around the trainer. Her entire body felt like it was coming, every nerve and muscle ablaze. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, before finally beginning to wane. Her ass continued to spasm around the trainer as the orgasm faded.

She turned off the vibrator and lay back, her head spinning. She was covered in a fine layer of sweat. Cristi could feel a cold wet spot under her ass. She looked down over her abdomen, between her legs, and pulled out the vibrator, then slowly, gently slid the trainer out of her ass, crying out as it left her rectum. She slowly got off of the bed, her muscles stiff from the orgasm's relentless contractions.

Her ass didn't hurt too badly, she thought, as she made her way to the shower. She stepped in, taking her toys with her and letting the hot water run over her body. She soaped herself and the toys, then washed her bottom. She inserted a finger into it, amazed at how the trainer had loosened it.

She smiled, thinking how far she'd come in a few short weeks. Meeting Barbara was the best thing that had happened to her in a long time. Maybe it's time I took my new knowledge out for a test drive, she thought. Maybe it's time I had the real thing, with an older man as Barbara had suggested. She looked down at her lithe, soapy body and smiled. A man over 40 would love to get his hands on this, she thought - his mouth and cock too.

--

Cristi finished her Wednesday night shift and changed clothes, then headed to the adult store. She arrived a little before 10 and waited for Barbara in the parking lot. Barbara pulled in a few minutes later, and parked three stalls down. Cristi could see that she was on the phone. Cristi got out of the car and met Barbara as she was getting out of hers. "Hi sweetie," Barbara said, giving her a hug. "Well? What did you think?"

"I had no idea that it would feel like that. I have to admit, I was turned off at the thought of it, but, Barbara, oh my god."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes. Very, very much."

"I'm glad." Barbara lowered her voice and leaned close to her. "Did you pretend I was there, putting it into you?"

"Yes," Cristi whispered.

"Good," Barbara replied, and gave her a light kiss on the cheek.

"Should we go inside?" Cristi asked.

"Actually, I could use a drink. It's been a rough day. Would you like to come with me?"

"Sure!" Cristi said. "Let's get one of those streetcars again."

Barbara laughed. "It's called a Sidecar. Let's go have a few."

They sat at the same table, near the back of the room. "So, have you learned anything over the past two weeks, Cristi?" Barbara asked.

"A lot," she replied. "I can come whenever I want now," she said proudly. "I think I've learned what pleases me. I didn't really know before."

"What else do you want to learn, Cristi?"

"I'd like to learn how to please a man. Not a boy - a man."

"And how are you going to learn that?"

"I need to find an older guy," she replied. "Like that one over there," she said, looking towards a handsome middle-aged man at the bar. "He'd do."

"Not so fast, tiger," Barbara said, laughing. "What are you going to do, just walk up and tell him you'd like to fuck him?"

"Well, no. I could just go hit on him and see what happens."

"And then what? What if he's married, or worse?"

"I hadn't thought about that," Cristi said, looking at the man.

"Sweetie, men are different than us. They don't have the same, well, sensibility as we do."

"I don't understand."

"They think with their cocks."

"I thought you said older men were nice?" Cristi asked, puzzled.

"Many of them are, yes. But even the nice ones have one goal in mind: to get into your panties. The romance is just a means to that end. The not-so-nice ones, well, they're not so nice about it. You have to take the time to see where a man falls on that spectrum."

"That sounds like a lot of work."

"It is, and there are no guarantees. You must be very, very careful Cristi. Don't put yourself in a dangerous situation."

"How the hell am I supposed to find out what it's like to fuck an older guy? I don't want to wait!"

Barbara thought for a moment. "There may be a way, but... Hell, never mind, it won't work."

"No!" Cristi complained. "Tell me!"

"I don't think he'd go for it."

"Who?" Cristi asked. "Who wouldn't go for it?"

Barbara looked away. "My husband. He'd do anything for me, but this is a lot to ask."

"You'd do that for me? You'd let me fuck your husband? That's so sweet!"

"Like I said, I don't think he'll go for it. I mean, I could ask."

"Would you? It would mean so much to me."

"You have to understand, I would need to be there," Barbara said, serious.

"That would be nice," Cristi said, taking her hand.

"I'm going to call him. Let's see what he says."

"You mean tonight? That would be awesome!" Cristi exclaimed.

"I'll be right back."

Barbara stepped outside and called her husband. "Hi. I'm bringing her home, tonight."

"Already?" Troy asked. "You closed this one fast. Nice work, babe!"

"You're welcome," Barbara said sweetly.

"What do I do when she gets here?" Troy asked.

"You resist a bit, then act like you're doing me a favor by agreeing to fuck her."

"I'll fuck her, if I must," Troy laughed.

"You better not blow it, mister!" Barbara warned. "I worked hard on this! I even got her to do anal."

"Really?" Troy said. "Wow. This one's special."

"Wait 'til you see her. We'll be there in a half hour," Barbara said, and started to hang up. "Wait, Troy?"

"Yeah?"

"Get Tiffany ready."

"Are you sure? This soon?"

"Yes. Tonight," Barbara said, ending the call.

Barbara went back inside and sat down. "I told him I'm bringing home a friend. I didn't tell him about our plan."

"Ok, what should I say when we get there?"

"Let me do the talking."

"Ok"

"Are you ready?" Barbara asked as she paid the check.

"Yes. Do you live far? I should stop for gas."

"There's no need," Barbara said. "We can take my car and pick yours up later."

They got in the Lexus and pulled out of the lot.

--

"What's your husband's name?" Cristi asked as they drove.

"Troy. His name's Troy."

"What's he like? Is he nice?"

"He's wonderful," Barbara said with a smile. "He's smart, funny, romantic... I couldn't ask for more."

"What you're doing for me is so sweet, Barbara. You're such a good friend," Cristi said, squeezing Barbara's leg.

"It's my pleasure, really," Barbara replied, smiling back at her.

Barbara and Troy lived in a large house at the end of a cul-de-sac, in a quiet neighborhood outside of town. Cristi marveled at the sprawling home as they pulled into the driveway. "This is beautiful, Barbara," she said as they stepped out of the car.

"Remember, let me do the talking," Barbara said as they walked to the front door.

"Hi babe!" she called as they entered the house. "I'm home!"

Troy walked into the living room. Barbara said, "Babe, this is the friend I told you about. Cristi, this is my husband, Troy."

"Nice to meet you, Troy," Cristi said, extending her hand.

"Why, nice to meet you too Cristi. Please, sit down. Would you like something to drink?"

Cristi looked at Troy. He was tall, probably 6'2", and had light brown hair, graying at the temples. His bright blue eyes sparkled as he smiled at her. He seemed pretty fit, she thought. He obviously takes care of himself. He's actually quite attractive, for an older guy. Cristi briefly imagined him on top of her, thrusting, with Barbara standing by, watching them fuck.

"Sure, whatever you two are having would be fine, thank you."

Troy went to the kitchen to fix a few drinks. Barbara looked at Cristi and said, "So, what do you think?"

"He's very handsome. You're a lucky woman."

Troy returned with three brown cocktails, handing one each to the girls. Christi nervously at sipped hers.

"What do you do, Cristi?" Troy asked.

"I go to art school part-time, and work at Chili's," she replied. "What do you do?"

"I work in finance. Very boring stuff, but it pays the bills."

"It looks like you both have done very well," Cristi remarked, looking around the room.

Ten seconds of uncomfortable silence later, Barbara said, "Babe, Cristi has a bit of a, well, a problem, and could use our help."

"Well, we'll certainly do what we can. I think it's important to support our community's youth. What can we do for you, Cristi?"

Cristi opened her mouth to speak, but Barbara cut her off, placing her hand in her lap and giving her knee a gentle squeeze.

"Honey, I have to tell you, it's a very special problem, and it's going to take a bit of sacrifice from both of us."

"Do you need money, Cristi?" Troy asked.

"No. I mean, I'm broke, but I wouldn't ask for money," Cristi replied.

"Are you in some kind of trouble? Do you need legal assistance? Barb and I know a very good attorney, and we could help with the fees."

"No..."

"Troy, Cristi needs our help with something very personal. Now, I'm going to ask you to do something for me."

"Anything for you, my love."

"I've been helping Cristi learn about herself," she said, looking at her and smiling. "But I've taken her as far as I can. She needs your expertise now."

"I'm still not clear on what you're asking, Barbara," Troy said, his voice now serious. "Just say what it is you want from me."

"I want you to sleep with her."

Cristi looked at him sheepishly.

After a few seconds of silence, Troy replied. "Well, that certainly is a very unusual request, isn't it?", doing his best to look nervous.

"Honey, you'd have nothing to worry about. I'd be there the whole time. Think of it as a medical procedure. Of course, I'd want you to put your best effort into it."

"I don't know Cristi," he said, turning to her. "I mean, we hardly know you."

"I've never been in any trouble, Troy. I'm a good person. My boyfriends have all been young, and didn't know what they were doing. I just need to know what it's like to be with an older man."

Troy looked back at Barbara. "I'll do this, because I love you." He turned to Cristi. "You must never tell anyone about this. Do you understand?"

"I won't say a word. I promise."

"Troy's right sweetie," Barbara said. "You must never tell anyone."

"I swear, I won't tell anyone," she replied, solemnly.

"Well then," Troy said. "We might as well get this over with."

"Come with me," Barbara said to her. She took her hand and led her to the master bedroom.

Cristi could hardly believe it. It looked like she was going to fulfill her fantasies of being with Barbara and fucking an older man, together, at one time.

In the bedroom, Barbara told her, "Now, you must remember that he is going to be fucking you much longer than what you're used to, and he may do things to you that will make you feel good, but things that you haven't done before. I want you to tell us right away if you're uncomfortable with anything, ok?"

"I will, Barbara. Are you sure you'll be ok watching me with your husband?"

"I'll be fine, sweetie." she replied, pushing Cristi's hair behind her ear, then said, "You never know. I may decide to help him a bit."

Cristi flushed, and came to the realization that she was about to fuck them both at one time - man and woman, husband and wife. She became extremely aroused, and felt her pussy begin to drip in anticipation. She almost leaned in to kiss Barbara, but decided against it.

Troy called from outside, "Can I come in?"

"Yes, honey. We're just having a little girl chat."

Troy entered the bedroom, looking serious. He walked up to the two women. "Cristi, are you sure this is something you want to do?" he asked.

Cristi looked at Barbara, then back to Troy. "Yes," she said. "I, I want to."

Barbara replied, "Are you absolutely certain, sweetie?"

"Yes," Cristi whispered. "I'm sure."

Troy ran the palm of his hand down Cristi's cheek, and looked her up and down. "So sweet," he said, and began unbuttoning her shirt. Barbara stepped behind Cristi, reached around her waist, and unbuttoned her jeans, then slowly unzipped them. Troy pulled her shirt over her shoulders while Barbara slid her jeans over her hips. Barbara unfastened Cristi's bra. Her ripe breasts bobbed as Barbara took it off. Troy leaned forward, and kissed between them, then lightly down her taut abdomen to her stomach. He hooked his fingers in the waist of her panties, then slid them down to her knees. She gently stepped out of them.

Cristi was now standing naked before two relative strangers, and instinctively moved her hands to cover herself. Troy looked at her hungrily, then began unbuttoning his shirt. Cristi could hear Barbara undressing behind her. Troy took off his pants and Cristi could see that he was aroused, his manhood tenting through his briefs. He stepped out of his underwear. Troy's cock was fully erect. Cristi stared at it. It was shorter than Brad's, she thought, but much thicker. She felt her pussy moisten further, and suddenly had the urge to take him in her mouth. She decided to wait for an invitation.
She felt Barbara's hands come from behind her, cupping her breasts. Troy leaned forward and kissed her neck, then moved to take one of her hard, pink nipples into his mouth. Barbara massaged Cristi's breasts while her husband sucked at her nipples, moving from one to the other as Barbara held them for him.

"Do you like this, sweetie?" Barbara said softly into her ear while she rubbed Cristi's tits into her husband's mouth.

"Yes," she whispered, eyes closed, her head leaning into Barbara's.

Troy left Cristi's breasts to kiss his wife. Cristi felt his hard cock push against her waist, and she moaned.

"Do you want to watch me suck his cock, sweetie?" Barbara asked her.

"Yes, oh yes," Cristi replied.

Barbara let go of Cristi's breasts and moved out from behind her, then kneeled in front of Troy. Cristi moved towards them. Barbara looked into her eyes while taking her husband's cock in her hand. She stroked it lightly, looking at Cristi. Barbara opened her mouth, drawing him towards her, her eyes locked with Cristi's. She licked up the underside of him, then flicked her tongue over his swollen head. She opened her mouth wide, still looking into Cristi's eyes, and put the head partway into her mouth, her lips never touching it, then took it back out. Cristi shivered in anticipation.

Barbara winked at Cristi, then looked up at her husband and wrapped her lips around his fat cock, now hard as stone. Troy and Cristi both moaned as Barbara slowly took his entire length into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch. She drew him out just as slowly, then began sucking him in deep, long, gulps. Troy's hips began to move in time with the bobs of her head, and Barbara placed her hands on his waist.

Barbara opened her mouth, still bobbing her head, and wriggled her tongue on the underside of his shaft as she took him in and out of her mouth. Troy moaned loudly at this, and leaning back slightly, took hold of Barbara's hair with one hand. Cristy was mesmerized. She had gone down on Brad less than a dozen times, and never like this. Barbara owned his cock, she thought.

Barbara slowed down, and gently pulled Troy's cock from her mouth, continuing to stroke it. She looked at Cristi. "Would you like some?" Cristi moved silently over to them and kneeled next to Barbara. Troy's cock hung in front of her. Barbara took it in her hand. "I want you to tease him a little. Lick his head."

Cristi took Troy's cock in her hand, and gave a tentative lick up the underside of his head. She could taste precum. He groaned slightly and brushed his hand through her hair. "Circle the head of his cock with your tongue," Barbara suggested. Cristi stuck out her tongue and rubbed Troy's cock in circles around it. "No sweetie, like this," Barbara said, taking it from her. She held Troy's cock still, and drug long, slow circles over it with her tongue. Troy groaned again, louder.

"Now take him in your mouth," Barbara commanded. Cristi obeyed, and slid Troy's erect cock halfway into her mouth. She began softly bobbing up and down on him. "That's it," Barbara said. "Nice and slow."

He tastes nice, Cristi thought. She liked the way his fat cock slid in and out of her mouth. She began to take more of him in.

Barbara said, "Stop, right there." Cristi stopped with Troy halfway in her mouth. "Open your mouth sweetie - wide," Barbara told her. Cristi obeyed. Her lips and tongue barely touched him. "Now wiggle your tongue back and forth." Cristi moved her tongue side to side against the underside of Troy's cock. It seemed to get even harder as she did this, and she began to take him in and out of her open mouth, her tongue flicking against him. Troy began to moan loudly, and placed his hands on either side of Cristi's head.

"I think he wants to fuck your mouth, Cristi - don't you babe?" Barbara said, looking first to Cristi then up to her husband.

"Oh, god yes, please," Troy pleaded. "Let me fuck her mouth."

"Can he, sweetie?" Barbara asked, brushing a wisp of Cristi's hair from her forehead.

Cristi moaned and gave a nod, laying her hands on Troy's thighs. Troy began thrusting slowly in and out of her mouth, and she moved her head in response. Troy tightened his grip on her and thrust harder, deeper. Cristi could feel the head of his cock touching the back of her throat.

Barbara moved in behind her to massage her breasts, whispering in her ear, "Do you like having your face fucked, Cristi?" Cristi moaned. Barbara ran her hands over Cristi's shoulders, then rubbed her neck as her husband slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Barbara slid her hands down to her elbows, and pulled them back, pinning her. Troy began fucking Cristi's mouth harder. "That's it baby," Barbara said, "Fuck her little mouth." With her arms pinned back and Troy's cock slamming in and out her mouth, Cristi felt deliciously out of control. Saliva began to drip down her chin.

"I want some of that," Barbara said, and pulled Cristi's arms back until Troy's cock slid out of her mouth. Cristi gasped for air, spit dripping off her chin. "Let's suck him together," Barbara said, and slid next to her. Barbara kissed Cristi deeply while pulling Troy close to them. Troy slid his cock between their mouths, and the two women began running their tongues over the head as they kissed. Barbara took Troy in her mouth and took a few long, deep gulps of his cock. Cristi took it from her and flicked her tongue rapidly up and down the underside of his shaft, then slid him in her mouth and sucked him with deep, fast bobs of her head. Troy groaned, "Fuck, girl. Yes, suck that cock."

Barbara chuckled. "Mmmmm, you're getting good at this, sweetie." She took him out of Cristi's mouth and held the head of his cock between her teeth, looking into her eyes. Barbara reached between Cristi's legs and ran her hand up her open, wet pussy, then gently squeezed her clit between her middle and index fingers. Cristi moaned loudly, and pushed against Barbara's hand. Barbara slid two fingers into Cristi's pussy, and held Troy's cock in her open mouth, flicking her tongue against the underside of his swollen head.

She took Cristi's hand and pulled it to her cunt. Cristi touched Barbara, gently at first, and drug her fingers up her shaven seam. Barbara was wet - very wet, Cristi thought. She pushed her hand between the folds of her pussy. Barbara moaned and clutched Cristi's wrist, then began sucking Troy in deep, long gulps. Cristi plunged her fingers into Barbara. Barbara moaned through a mouthful of Troy's cock and ground against Cristi's hand. Cristi began finger-fucking her. Barbara pulled off of Troy, crying out. Cristi took Troy back in her mouth and pushed her hand against Barbara's clit. Both of them were now grinding against Cristi, moaning.

Cristi smiled inside. She was now pleasuring two people at once. I'm going to try to make them both come, she thought. She pulled at the inside of Barbara's pussy while pushing against her clit, and sucked Troy hard and deep. She could feel Troy begin to tense, and knew from her experiences with Brad that he was getting close to orgasm. Troy moaned. "I'm going to come, baby. She's going to make me come."

Barbara held Cristi's wrist with both hands, bucking against her. "Make him come!" Barbara cried. "Oh, fuck!" she yelled, her head back, hips gyrating against Cristi's hand. She was close, too. Cristi didn't want Troy to come in her mouth, and pulled off of him. She grabbed his cock and stroked it furiously. Troy stiffened. Cristi was caught unprepared as he exploded, and her mouth opened in surprise. Troy's cock blasted long ropes of sticky, white cum on her face and into her open mouth.

Barbara cried out at the sight of her husband spurting his jizz over the young girl's pretty face. She came next, bucking furiously against Cristi's hand, then stiffening as the orgasm washed through her.

Cristi smiled as Troy and Barbara came for her, and slowed her hands as their orgasms faded. Barbara pulled her close and kissed her, then slowly licked the cum off of Cristi's face.

"Let's get you cleaned up, sweetie," Barbara said, taking Cristi by the hand and leading her to the bathroom. When they were alone she asked her, "Are you ok with all of this?"

"Yes," Cristi said, smiling. "I'm having fun. I made you both come - at once!" she exclaimed, proudly.

"You did," Barbara replied, She wiped the remainder of Troy's juice from Cristi's face with a damp cloth. She kissed Cristi on the cheek, and then again on her lips. "And it was fucking amazing." She reached between Cristi's legs and softly stroked her slick, wet pussy. "Now it's your turn," she said. Barbara leaned in to whisper in Cristi's ear. "I hope you're ready for this, because my husband and I are going to make you come - over and over and over..."

They returned to the bedroom, where Troy was standing, waiting for them. Troy and Barbara led Cristi to the bed, laying her on her back. Barbara kneeled next to her and kissed the top of her mound, then opened her legs and crawled between them. Cristi tensed. She had only had her pussy eaten once before, and poorly. She had fantasized about Barbara's mouth on her, but hadn't considered the fact that her husband would be watching the two of them. She turned her head, unable to look at him.

Barbara kissed lightly up Cristi's seam, smiling as the young girl drew a quick breath at the touch of her lips. Barbara stiffened her tongue and penetrated Cristi's folds slightly, then drug it slowly up her wet slit. Cristi moaned, arching her back. Cristi worked up the courage to look over at Troy. He was standing at the side of the bed, smiling and watching his wife eat her cunt. His cock was already erect again.

Barbara's tongue took another run up Cristi's pussy, this time penetrating her folds deeper and wiggling side to side as it moved north. Barbara's tongue stopped to make slow circles around her clit. Cristi shuddered, and opened her legs further. Barbara covered the top of Cristi's pussy with her mouth and began to softly suck. Christi picked her head up off the bed, moaning loudly, watching as Barbara's face buried deeper between her legs. Barbara sucked harder, gently pulling Cristi's hard little button into her mouth, wriggling her tongue under it. Cristi cried out and slammed back on the bed. She clasped Barbara's head in her hands, pulling her face into her dripping cunt.

Cristi's clit hungered for more of Barbara's mouth, and her hips rotated in quickening circles. Barbara had been sucking at her for less than three minutes when she came. The orgasm hit her quickly, with rapid punches to her pussy and abdomen. Her clit felt like it was on fire, and she pulled away from Barbara to lay on her side while she continued to come. Barbara propped herself up on her hands, smiling, her face glistening with Cristi's juice.

"Did you like that, sweetie?" she asked as the young girl's orgasm began to wane.

"Mmmm," Cristi replied, eyes closed, her face in the pillow next to her.

"Would you like Troy to fuck you now?"

"Yes," Cristi whispered.

Troy's erect cock bobbed as he climbed on the bed and knelt between Cristi's knees. Cristi looked up at him. His cock looked huge - even bigger than when it was in her mouth. Barbara sat next to Cristi and spread her knees apart, then guided her husband's cock towards her waiting pussy. Cristi wriggled closer to him, until she could feel the head touching her.

Barbara held Troy's cock and slid the head up Cristi's wet, open seam, rubbing it in between her folds. Christi moaned, and placed her hand on Barbara's thigh. Barbara circled her clit a few times with the head of his cock, teasing her, then moved it towards her opening. She nestled the tip at Cristi's tight little hole. "Go ahead, baby," she told her husband.

Troy slid into her slowly, giving her a few inches of his thick cock. "Oh fuck!" she groaned, and grabbed his arms. "You ok, sweetie?" Barbara asked. "Yes," Cristi moaned. "He feels so fucking good inside of me." Troy began fucking her with short, slow thrusts, allowing her to get used to his girth. "Fuck, baby. She's so tight," he said, looking at Barbara. "Mmm, I bet she is," Barbara replied, reaching down between Cristi's legs. She placed her hand against Cristi's mound and let her fingers straddle her husband's cock, rubbing Cristi's labia as it slid slowly in and out of her.

"Give her a little more, baby." Troy plunged halfway into the young girl's dripping cunt. Cristi reached underneath her ass to spread herself apart for him. Barbara was now gently massaging her clit, and bent over to take Cristi's pink nipple into her mouth. Troy placed his hands under her knees and lifted her legs back, then pushed deeper into her. Cristi cried out, then looked at him. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard," she pleaded.

Troy plunged his full length into her, then began fucking her with deep, hard thrusts. "Oh my fucking god!" Cristi yelled, pulling her head back. Troy fucked her harder, his hips slapping against her ass. "That's it baby, fuck her! Fuck that tight little pussy!" Barbara cried, rubbing Cristi's clit in tight, hard circles.

Barbara let her husband drill Cristi for a few minutes, drinking in the sight of Troy's thick cock slamming into the girl's tight hole while Cristi moaned and pleaded for more. She placed her hand on his chest, signaling him to slow down. "Turn her over, baby. I want you to fuck her from behind." Troy pulled out of her. "Get on your knees, sweetie," Barbara told Cristi. Cristi obeyed, rolling over to get on all fours. Barbara slid under her.

Her husband straddled his wife's torso and gripped Cristi's ass with both hands. He knew what his wife had planned. She was going to eat the girl's cunt while he fucked her. He smiled and the thought of what was going to come next. Cristi was about to have her little mind blown. He slid his cock halfway into her pussy.

Barbara lifted her head and latched her mouth on Cristi's clit. Cristi gasped. They both stayed still for a moment, making her wait. Barbara could feel the girl's juice running down her face in anticipation.

Barbara tapped her husband's thigh and he immediately began driving his cock into Cristi; at the same time, Barbara started to suck the girl's clit with hard pulls of her mouth. Cristi squealed, then let out a guttural moan.

Barbara reached over Cristi's ass and pulled her apart, opening her up for her mouth and her husband's cock. Troy responded by fucking Cristi harder. Barbara licked at her, letting her tongue graze Troy's cock as it pounded in and out of the dripping pussy hanging over her face.

Cristi's head spun as Troy pounded her mercilessly, his wife's mouth sucking greedily at her cunt. Her voice cried out in one long, continuous moan. This time, she felt the orgasm build within her slowly, as if every nerve and muscle in her were preparing for an assault.

She fell silent. Her hands opened and lifted off of the bed, her head snapping up and down in time with Troy's thrusts. The only sounds she could here were those of Troy's balls slapping against her ass, and Barbara's noisy wet slurps. Cristi exploded, crying, "Fuck, oh, fuck!" She buried her face in the bed, screaming as the orgasm blasted through her body.

Troy buried his cock into her and held it there as she came, his wife's face now locked to the girl's cunt. Cristi bucked between them, shrieking. As her orgasm began to fade, Troy slowly slid in and out of her while his wife lightly kissed her clit.

Troy finally pulled out of her, then bent over and gave her ass a little kiss. Cristi fell over on the bed, exhausted and fuck-drunk. Barbara kissed her on the forehead. "What did you think, sweetie?" she asked. Cristi mumbled unintelligibly. Barbara laughed. "We're just getting started with you. Here, have some water." She said, handing her a bottle. "Why don't you take a break. You can watch him fuck me."

Cristi took a sip from the bottle and propped herself up on one elbow. "Why does it take him so long to come?" she asked Barbara.

Troy laughed. "You complaining?"

"No, I, I just never saw anyone last this long."

"One of the many benefits of a man his age." Barbara said, kissing her husband. "It's my turn now, babe. Fuck me with that beautiful cock of yours."

Troy lay on his back. His wife threw a leg over him, taking his erection in her hand and guiding it into her cunt. She lowered herself on him, taking him in until their bodies met, then began slowly grinding her hips against his. Troy reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. "You're so beautiful. God, I love your body," he told her, running his hands over her hips. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good," Barbara purred, her hands on his chest. Their hips gyrated together, each move matching the other's.

Cristi watched the two of them. They moved together as if they were of one body. They weren't fucking, Cristi thought. They were making love. This is what it's like to be with someone that respects you, she thought. Someone that would do anything to please you, and you for them. Cristi felt a pang of jealousy, and turned to look away.

"We're being rude, babe." Troy said to his wife, looking over at Cristi. "Come here, sweetie." Barbara said, holding out her hand. Cristi slid over to them.

"Watch how I fuck him, ok?" Barbara said. She began lifting herself off of the bed, sliding Troy's cock in and out of her, while pumping her ass back and forth. Troy groaned. "Fuck baby, you know how I love that."

"Sit on his face, sweetie. Let him taste your sweet little pussy."

"Are you sure, I don't..."

Troy and Barbara reached for her at the same time and pulled her to them. Cristi laughed, and moved to kneel behind Troy. She clumsily straddled his face, then gently lowered herself onto him. Troy wrapped his arms around her thighs and began flicking his tongue along her swollen slit. Cristi closed her eyes, moaned, and settled on to his mouth. Troy sucked at her cunt, his arms pulling her tightly to his face.

Barbara took her hands and said, "Now we're going to ride him." She began grinding into him again. Cristi mimicked her, grinding into Troy's face. They held hands and gyrated together against Troy, and soon they were both moaning loudly. Barbara took Cristi's hand and guided to her pussy. "Rub my clit, sweetie." Cristi pinched Barbara's clit between the insides of two fingers, and began to rub her clit between them. "Yes," Barbara whispered, "That's it." She leaned back back and ground hard onto Troy, driving his cock deeper inside of her. Troy moaned.

Barbara looked at Cristi. "Reach under my pillow." Cristi blinked, "What?" "Get my toy, sweetie," Barbara said, smiling, continuing to grind against her husband. Cristi lifted off Troy and bent over to lift the pillow. Underneath it was a long white wand, with a soft round ball at one end and a cord at the other.

"Turn it on," Barbara said. Cristi fumbled with it, looking for the switch. She found a small rocker button on the side of the tube, and clicked it on. The toy let loose a loud whine. "The other way. That setting is for special occasions," Barbara said, winking. Cristi pressed the switch to the other side, and the toy quieted to a much-less threatening buzz. "Now get back on his face and hold that against my clit," Barbara directed. Cristi resumed her position on Troy's face, taking the vibrator with her, then reached out and pressed it against Barbara's pussy.

Barbara's eyes closed. "Fuck yes. God help me, I love this thing." She began to make short, hard grinds against Troy, her breath now coming in quick gasps. Troy moaned and sucked at Cristi's cunt, his lips smacking noisily under her. Barbara moaned, "Fuck, baby. I'm going to come." Cristi reached behind her head and pulled her in, kissing her, her tongue driving into the woman's mouth, then pressed the wand against Barbara's clit as hard as she could.
She held Barbara's head, forcefully kissing her through her moans while grinding her pussy against Troy's face. Barbara whined, bucking against the wand and her husband's cock. She pulled away from Cristi, open-mouthed, as her body exploded. Cristi lifted herself off of Troy and held the wand against Barbara, watching her as she came. She watched Barbara lose herself to the orgasm and with it, all sense of control. The woman that had always seemed to be calm and confident now bucked and blubbered in front of her.

For the first time in Cristi's young life, things seemed to make a bit of sense. We all carry around a mask that we show to the rest of the world, she thought, but given the right amount of love and pleasure, that mask is lifted, and we're temporarily set free from everyone else's expectations.

Barbara slowed the movement of her hips, eyes closed, mouth open. She opened her eyes, turned off the vibrator, and slid off of her husband. She was back.

"I need to come," Troy said.

"I'm sorry baby," Barbara cooed, bending over to kiss him. "We're going to take care of you," she said, looking at Cristi. "Right, sweetie?"

Cristi smiled. "Yes. Yes, we are."

Barbara got off of the bed and ran to the bathroom to get a towel. She came back to find Cristi softly stroking her husband's cock.

"Do you think you can make him come?" Barbara asked.

"I'd like to try," Cristi said, smiling. "What should I do?"

"What do you want her to do, baby?" Barbara asked Troy.

"I want to fuck that tight little ass," Troy said, looking at Cristi.

Cristi looked at Barbara. "I don't know that I'm ready for that."

"Would you like to at least try?"

Cristi thought back to the nights she spent with the trainer. It had felt amazing inside of her, but Troy was much bigger than the thin black dildo.

"Ok. I'll try," she said, biting her lower lip. "But if I can't do it, we can stop, right?"

"Yes," Troy said. "I'll stop if you want. I promise."

"Once he's in your ass, you'll be hooked. Trust me," Barbara said.

"Can I watch you do it first?"

"I'd like that," Barbara said.

Troy pulled a bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer while Barbara climbed onto the bed, pointing her firm, round bottom in the air.

Cristi watched as Troy squirted the lube on the head of his cock, then more on his wife's ass. Barbara squirmed as her husband ran his thumb over her hole and gently inserted it into her. He slowly slid it in and out of her, allowing it to relax. He kneeled behind her, and rubbed the tip of his cock against her hole. Barbara moaned and wriggled against him.

Cristi watched Barbara take a deep breath as Troy slowly pushed the tip of his cock into her ass. "Oh fuck, baby," Barbara moaned. "You feel so good in my ass." Troy held still for a few seconds, then began sliding his cock in and out of her. Barbara whimpered as Troy pushed deeper and deeper into her ass with each thrust, until his cock was buried to the hilt. He began fucking his wife's ass with deep, long strokes, stopping every few seconds and holding deep within her. Barbara looked at Cristi. "This feels so fucking good. Do you want to try?"

"Ok," Cristi said. "Let's see how it goes."

Troy slowly pulled out of her and got off the bed, then headed to the shower to clean up.

"Deep breaths, sweetie," Barbara said, rubbing her shoulders. "Relax."

Cristi got on her knees as Troy came back to the bedroom. She watched as he crawled onto the bed, then felt him behind her, his hands on her ass. Troy ran his tongue up her slit and she gasped in surprise. He buried his face in her pussy, then slowly drug his tongue to her tight little hole. Troy flicked his tongue across her ass, teasing her. "Ooo," Cristi purred, squirming.

Troy spread her apart and covered her ass with his mouth, then poked his tongue inside. Cristi moaned and pushed against him. Troy wormed his tongue inside of her, coaxing her tight hole open. Barbara squirted lube on his finger, and Troy brought it to her ass. He lifted his mouth off of her, and slowly inserted his finger into her little brown hole. Cristi drew in a quick breath, then relaxed as her muscles acclimated to the strange object inside of her. Troy gently finger-fucked her. After a minute, Cristi felt her ass begin to loosen.

"Does it feel good, sweetie?" Barbara asked.

"Yes," Cristi whispered, her face laid against the pillow.

"Are you ready for his cock?" Barbara asked.

"I think so."

Barbara squirted lube over Cristi's ass, letting it run down her, then put more on Troy's cock, making sure that his entire shaft was wet and slick. She brought the head to Cristi's hole, and nudged it up to her. "Just a little, baby. Go slow," she said to her husband. Troy gently pushed against Cristi's ass, rocking slowly, coaxing her hole open. She moaned, and took a deep breath. Troy pushed a little harder, and the head of his cock slipped into her. "Fuck! Stop!" Cristi yelled. Troy began to pull out of her. "No, wait," Cristi said. I just need a minute." Troy held still while Cristi took a few more deep breaths and tried to relax. "Ok," she finally said. "I'm ready."

Barbara squirted more lube over Cristi's ass, rubbing it around her husband's cock. "Go ahead, baby, she said. "Give her a little more."

Troy gently slid another inch into her. Cristi groaned. He could feel her muscles rapidly spasming around his cock, then slow down as they began to relax. "Fuck, she is so tight," he said to his wife. He slid a few more inches inside of her. "Yes," Cristi whispered. Troy pushed more of his cock into her, then slid out a bit. Cristi moaned again, this time in pleasure. He began fucking her ass slowly, gently. "Oh fuck," Cristi moaned. "It feels so good." Barbara grabbed her cheeks with both hands and spread her wide, allowing her husband to fuck Cristi with deep, long thrusts.

Troy held Cristi tight, and in one quick motion rolled over on his back. She was now on top of him, facing Barbara. Cristi planted her feet on the bed and slowly lifted her ass off of him, then lowered it, sliding him back in until her full weight was on him, her ass cheeks pressed against his groin. "Oh fuck," she moaned. "It's so deep." She took him out and in again, then again, each time a little faster. Cristi leaned back and placed her palms on the bed, then pumped her hips forward, snaking Troy's cock in and out of her ass. Troy moaned under her as her tight little hole gripped him.

Barbara sat next to them, watching Cristi fuck her husband, then reached for the wand. She turned it on and gently pressed it to Cristi's pussy. "Oh my fucking god!" Cristi yelled. She threw her head back and pumped Troy faster. Troy groaned, gritting his teeth. "Fuck. So tight. I'm gonna come."

"Tell me when you're going to come, sweetie," Barbara said to Cristi, holding the wand against her as she bounced up and down on Troy's cock. "Mm! Mm! Noooowww!" Cristi squealed. Barbara put her hand under Cristi's ass and waited until she was at the top of her thrust, then held her there while she came. Cristi's ass clenched the top of Troy's cock, spasming as she orgasmed. "Fuck, baby! I'm coming! I'm coming in her ass!" Troy yelled. His cock began to pump its load into Cristi.

She looked down between her legs, and could see his white, sticky cum beginning to drip out of her. She began to bob up and down on the head of his cock, milking him. His cum ran out of her and down his shaft. Barbara pulled the wand away from Cristi's pussy, letting her finish, and watched her ass pump the cum out of her husband's cock.

Cristi finally pulled out of him, slowly, and cried out as his cock left her tight little hole. She fell over on the bed, exhausted, facing away from Barbara. Barbara could see that Troy's cock had left her ass gaping open, and a steady stream of his cum ran out of it. Barbara leaned over her husband and kissed him, then did the same to Cristi as they both lay there, panting.

"Did everybody have fun?" she asked, laughing. "I think it's time for a little break. Sweetie, why don't you take a quick shower and clean yourself up a bit. Towels are in the cabinet." Cristi silently rolled off the bed and headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

--

When she had gone, Barbara looked at her husband. "What do you think? Did I do a good job training this one?"

Troy laughed. "Wow. Best one yet. She's an epic fuck."

"You don't think we went too far with her, do you?"

"Hard to tell. Let's see how she's doing when she gets back."

"Are we done for the night, or do you want to keep going?"

"I'm down for more. How about you?"

"I could fuck the both of you all night," she said, laying over Troy's chest.

Cristi returned from the bathroom, toweling herself off. "That was fucking amazing," she said. "Have you two done this before?"

Troy and Barbara both laughed. Barbara said, "Yes, sweetie. We have."

"You planned this, didn't you?" Cristi asked.

"Well, maybe," Barbara said coyly, tracing her hand across her husband's chest. "Not at first. You just seemed like a nice girl that needed a little help. But when I saw how eager you were to learn, I thought you might enjoy being with the two of us."

Cristi looked at Troy. "And here I thought you were doing me a favor."

Barbara and Troy laughed again. Troy said, "I hope you're ok with all of this. If my wife had just come out and asked you to do a threesome, you probably would have ran out of that bar screaming."

"Not if I knew it was going to be like this," Cristi replied.

"Does that mean you had fun, Cristi?" Barbara asked.

Cristi dropped the towel on the floor and sat on the edge of the bed. She leaned forward and kissed Barbara, then Troy. "I hope by 'had', you don't mean to say that we're done for the night."

"We can go as long as you want," Troy said, getting up from the bed, "but I need a shower and a little break. Who's up for a drink?"

"Sure, babe. We'll make Sidecars," she said, smiling at Cristi.

Barbara and Cristi wrapped themselves in towels, and headed to the living room while Troy showered. Barbara took cognac, Cointreau, and three cut crystal coupes from a cabinet, then went to the kitchen to grab a lemon and a serrated knife. "Have a seat, sweetie," she told Cristi, pointing to a stool at the counter with the knife. "Are you hungry?"

"God, I was hoping you'd ask," Cristi said. "I haven't eaten since I left work. I'm starving. What time is it anyway?"

Barbara looked at the clock on the range. "It's 1:30. The night is till young," she said, winking. She pulled an assortment of meats and cheeses out of the fridge, then took a loaf of French bread from a bag on the counter.

"Is it what you expected?" she asked Cristi while slicing the bread.

"It's way better. I thought I'd be nervous and freaked out the whole time, but I wasn't. I just felt, I don't know..."

"Free?"

"Yes, free," Cristi replied, smiling. "Like I wasn't concerned about my body, or what anyone thought. I could just be in the moment."

Cristi continued. "I thought it would be more like two people taking turns while the other one fit in where they could, or watched, or something. But it's not."

"It's three people making love," Barbara said.

"Yes! That's it! It's three people making love."

Troy walked in to the kitchen, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Food! Perfect! I'm starving!"

"You need to make a few drinks before you can eat, darling," Barbara said. She reached up and gave him a peck on the lips. Troy reached around her waist and held her close, hugging her. He gave her a kiss on her forehead, then pulled a bar shaker from a cabinet and filled it with ice.

"You two are really in love, aren't you?" Cristi asked.

"Why wouldn't we be?" Barbara replied.

"I don't know, I mean, my parents are a little older than you and I don't think they're in love anymore. They don't seem to be, anyway. I can't remember the last time I saw them kiss."

"We're lucky," Troy said, smiling at Barbara. "And we work at it. We don't take each other for granted."

"What do you mean?" Cristi asked. "How do you keep it alive?"

"Well, for example," Barbara said, "Troy leaves me little love notes every morning. He gets up early, gets my coffee ready, and writes to me."

"Ok, well, that's sweet, but it doesn't sound like such a big deal. No offense, but is that all it takes?"

Barbara walked to a bookshelf in the living room. She pulled out a stack of thick scrapbooks and brought them to Cristi, opening one. Troy's notes had been carefully mounted to each page, with a corresponding date written in the margin, along with Barbara's thoughts. The notes had been mounted on archival paper and covered in thin plastic.

Cristi leafed through the book, then looked at the stack next to her. "There are at least a dozen more of these," Barbara said. "Holy shit," Cristi exclaimed. "That's a lot of notes. He loves you so much that he writes to you every day," she stated.

"And she values the notes so much that she not only keeps them; she curates them." Troy added.

"If these are around two hundred years from now," Barbara said, "I want whoever finds them to know how much this man loved me, and how much I loved him."

"But if you love each other so much, why do you have sex with other women?"

"Because we want to - both of us, and we trust each other enough to know that it will never go beyond this."

"Have you been with another man? The two of you, I mean." Cristi asked?

"We've tried it, but men are different. There's always this pressure to perform, and it turns into some sort of contest." She looked at Troy and rolled her eyes. "And men won't touch each other. Women are different. It rarely ends up being competitive. Plus," she added, touching Cristi's cheek with the back of her fingers, "we all get to play together."

Cristi sipped her cocktail and wolfed down the bread and cheese. "How often do you do this?" she asked between bites.

"Two or three times a year," Troy replied. "It starts to lose its magic if we do it more than that."

"Have you ever done it with the same person more than once?"

"No," Barbara replied. "Not yet, anyway."

"In that case, can we do this again? I mean, if you both want to..."

Barbara and Troy laughed. Barbara said, "We sure can. We were hoping we didn't scare you away."

"No way," Cristi said. "This is awesome." After a moment, she added, "What can we do next?"

Barbara looked at Troy. "Maybe it's time we introduced her to Tiffany."

Troy hesitated. "Are you sure? Tiffany is for, well, 'advanced users'."

"Hey, I can handle Tiffany, whoever she is," Cristi said.

"Honey," Barbara said, placing her hand on Cristi's arm, "Tiffany isn't a 'who', she's a 'what'."

Troy looked at Barbara. "Maybe Cristi should take a look at it, and decide for herself."

--

The three of them went back to the bedroom. Barbara and Troy led Cristi to a door at the back of the room. Cristi had assumed it was a closet. Troy opened the door, and turned on the lights.

The room was 12'x12', bathed in soft red and white light. Two weight benches sat in the middle of the room. One wall held an assortment of BDSM gear, and a glass case against another displayed dildos and vibrators of varying sizes and shapes. Two St. Andrew's crosses were propped against a third.

A large object the size of a coffee table sat in the corner, covered by a black cloth.

Troy went to the object in the corner and pulled the cloth from it. "Cristi, meet Tiffany."

'Tiffany' was a large fucking machine with two motors and two rods. Each held a dildo, 10" long and 2" in diameter, with a vibrating wand held above it, suspended from a gooseneck clamp. The whole thing was controlled remotely by a tablet. Cristi had never seen a machine such as this. It took her a moment to realize exactly what it was.

"What do you think, sweetie," Barbara asked her. "Wanna play?"

"Wow," Cristi exclaimed, walking around the machine. "Where did you get this?"

"Troy's pretty handy," Barbara said, laughing. "I can't get him to fix a running toilet, but he managed to build this thing."

"Took a thousand bucks and two months of weekends, but it's worth it," he said, proudly.

Cristi ran her hand over one of the dildos, then looked at the crosses. "What are these for?" she asked.

"I like to be restrained when we play with Tiffany," Barbara said. "Do you think you can handle that?"

Cristi looked at both of them. "When do we start?"

Troy laid down a few ground rules. "No one does anything to cause excessive pain. We don't draw blood or strike the face. Things can get intense in here, but no one gets hurt, ok?"

"Ok," Cristi said, swallowing.

"Do you know what a 'safe word' is, sweetie?" Barbara asked her.

"I've heard of it. You're supposed to say it when you want someone to stop, right?"

"That's right. Our safe word is 'panda'. Can you remember that?"

"Panda," Cristi repeated. "Got it."

"How about if you watch me first, then decide if you want to try it, ok?" Barbara asked.

"Ok," Cristi agreed.

Barbara took off her towel and hung it on the back of the door while Troy picked up the tablet. He tapped at it and a sultry trip hop track filled the room. Barbara placed her back against one of the crosses and lifted her arms above her head. Troy fastened leather straps around her wrists, knees, and ankles, spreading her legs slightly apart. He leaned into his wife and kissed her deeply, and ran his fingers up her seam, teasing her. Troy stepped away and pulled the machine over to the cross, then angled the dildo so that it pointed up between Barbara's legs.

He went to the glass case and opened a box, taking from it a fine silver chain with clips at either end. He stepped back to Barbara and grasped one of her breasts, flicking her nipple with his finger until it became hard, then gently placed one of the clips on it. Barbara gasped. Troy repeated this on her other breast, then slowly lowered the chain, letting it hang over Barbara's abdomen. It weighed less than an ounce, but Barbara moaned as the weight of it pulled at her nipples. Cristi thought it looked painful, but Barbara was obviously enjoying it.

Troy made a few adjustments to Tiffany, then squirted lube on the dildo and brought the head to Barbara's pussy, wriggling it until it just slipped inside her opening. Barbara moaned and squirmed as the huge head slid inside of her. Troy picked up the tablet and looked at Cristi. Her eyes were wide and hungry. "Watch this," he said, and tapped the screen.

The machine hummed to life, and the dildo slowly slid inside of Barbara. It took five seconds for the full length of it to enter her before it began to slide slowly out again. "Faster, baby," she said. "Not just yet, darling," Troy replied, content at the moment to watch her squirm. Her pussy glistened in the soft light of the room.

Troy left her like this while he and Cristi watched the machine working the dildo in and out of Barbara at an excruciatingly slow pace. After five minutes, she was pleading with him. "Please baby, faster." "Not yet, my love. soon."

"You see Cristi, for some, bondage is about dominance. For us it's about building anticipation, about letting go. The only thing on Barbara's mind right now is that cock sliding slowly in and out of her. It's become like a chant. In...and out. Iiinnnn...and ooouuut."

After 10 minutes, Barbara was shaking, begging Troy to fuck her faster. "Oh god, baby, please baby." She was practically in tears. Cristi could see her pussy juice running out of her and down the shaft of the dildo. "Ok, Troy said," I think she's ready."

He tapped the screen, gradually increasing Tiffany's speed, until the dildo only took two seconds to enter her before it slid back out. Barbara cried out. "Yes, baby, oh yes!" Troy tapped the screen again and Tiffany doubled her pace, now thrusting once every second. Troy stepped up to Barbara and held her face gently with one hand, then kissed her. He reached down and picked up the chain hanging off of her breasts, giving it a light tug. Barbara cried out.
Troy looked at Cristi and held out the tablet to her. "Wanna drive for a bit?"

Cristi took the tablet from him and looked at the sliders on the screen. It was at about 10%. She shuddered, wondering what it would do to her at its maximum.

"Go ahead, give her a little more," Troy said.

Cristi touched the slider and Tiffany picked up speed. The screen read '15%'. Barbara moaned again. Troy continued kissing her, and slid his hand down to her dripping pussy. He squeezed her clit between his fingers and began to rub it in circles. "Oh god, baby. Oh god," Barbara moaned in a deep rasp. "You're going to make me come." Troy looked at Cristi and nodded.

Cristi tapped the screen again and Tiffany went to 20%. Barbara howled, and began to come almost immediately. Troy kissed her as she came, her cries muffled by his lips. Troy stepped back to Cristi and she handed him the tablet. Troy tapped the screen until it was back to 2%, and the dildo resumed its slow march in and out of Barbara. Troy tapped the tablet again and turned it off. Barbara hung against the leather straps, shaking.

"What do you think? Wanna give Tiffany a go?" Troy asked Cristi.

"Yes," she whispered, and walked towards the other cross.

She lifted her arms to let Troy fasten her wrists to the cross, then opened her legs as he bound her knees and ankles. She looked to her left. Barbara was less than a foot away from her, glowing with a fine layer of sweat. Their bodies almost touched. "We're going to have so much fun, sweetie," she said.

Troy angled the other dildo and brought it between Cristi's legs. He went back to the glass case and pulled out another, finer chain. "This one's a little lighter," he said as he flicked her nipple, hardening it. Cristi looked down at her breast as Troy opened the clamp and let it gently compress on her pink, erect nipple. She sucked in a quick breath as the pain shot through her, then relaxed as it turned to a delightful discomfort. Troy attached the other clamp and slowly lowered the chain. "Fuck," Cristi muttered, panting. The chain hung from her breasts, making her nipples dance a fine line between pain and ecstasy.

Troy spread lube on the dildo, then ran his wet hand up Cristi's seam, letting his finger penetrate her folds. Cristi closed her eyes and let out a little moan. Troy nestled the fat head of the dildo at her opening, then pushed the very tip of it into her. She gasped. It was big - much bigger than Troy's. She opened her knees as far as she could, preparing herself for the huge cock.

Troy walked back to the middle of the room and picked up the tablet. He turned Barbara's on first, starting her at 5%. She groaned and threw her head back. Troy waited for Cristi to look over at her, then turned hers on. Cristi's head slammed against the padded back of the cross as the huge dildo slid into her. "Oh, fuck!" she cried. Tiffany slid the cock's slid full length into her, then pulled back out, immediately reversing to plunge back into her. Cristi bit at her own shoulder. It hurt - just a little, but it wasn't pleasurable.

Her tight cunt loosened as the cock slid in and out of her a few times, and it began to feel better. After a few dozen slow thrusts, it felt incredible. It filled her up over and over again. Sweat began to drip from her brow. "Oh, fuuuuuck," she groaned, looking down to watch the huge dildo slide in and out of her. Barbara moaned quietly next to her.

Troy held the tablet and tapped two fingers on the screen, increasing the speed to 10%. Cristi and Barbara both cried out, and Troy immediately took Tiffany to 15%. Cristi squealed. Troy set the tablet down and walked up to them.

He reached out and placed either hand on their clits, and began to rub in slow circles. "How are my girls?" he asked teasingly, then reached for the clamps hanging from their breasts. Cristi looked at him, pleading, "No,no,no,no." Troy smiled and picked up their chains. "FUCK!" Cristi yelled. Troy gently shook them in either hand, grinning as the two women cried out and squirmed against the cocks driving in and out of them.

He slowly lowered the clamps, letting the women calm down a bit. "Jesus, baby," Barbara moaned. Her hair hung in strands over her face. Troy reached for the wand suspended above Barbara's cunt and lowered it until it pressed against her clit. "Oh god," she said, looking at Cristi. "Here it comes." Troy moved to Cristi and pressed her wand against her clit, then walked back to the middle of the room and picked up the tablet.

Cristi looked at him, her short blond hair plastered to her forehead. Troy tapped the tablet, and Tiffany jumped to 20%. The cocks now drilled into the two women at a rate of two times every second. They were both moaning uncontrollably now, straining against the leather straps. Troy held his finger above the vibrator setting for a moment, then turned them on.

The wands buzzed to life, and both women let out high-pitched squeals. Cristi came immediately, bucking against the straps, Barbara shortly after, letting out a long cry. Cristi felt the orgasm pass as the cock continued to drill into her. She waited for Troy to turn Tiffany off, but it didn't look like he intended on doing so. She looked over at Barbara, who was coming down from her cum-high, then back at Troy. His fingers were poised over the tablet. Oh fuck, she thought, as he tapped the screen twice.

Tiffany jumped to 30%, and the two women cried out again. The dildos now plunged into them almost three times each second, and the wands buzzed away at their tender clits. Cristi's head spun. She tried to recall the safe word. Penguin? Puppy? she thought, trying to remember. It didn't matter. She could feel another orgasm building within her, this time slow and steady. She braced herself for it. She heard Barbara yell and looked over to see her in mid-orgasm. Cristi watched the woman's head loll back and forth as the dildo drove into her. Cristy felt herself go over the edge as her own orgasm took control of her body. She exploded again, yelling at the top of her lungs, "FUUUUCK!!" The orgasm seemed to go on forever.

The huge cock still churned in and out of her with the wand buzzing angrily at her clit. Cristi hung her head, sputtering. Saliva dripped from her mouth. She couldn't take any more. She lifted her head and yelled, "PANDAAAAA!" Troy picked up the tablet and shut Tiffany off.

The room fell silent; the only sounds were those of Cristi and Barbara panting and moaning through the last of their orgasms. They were both covered in sweat. Troy ran over to Cristi and undid the straps holding her wrists, then took off the knee and ankle restraints. "Ow," she complained as he brushed against her nipple. "Oops, forgot about these," he said, reaching for the clamps. "Take a deep breath," he told her. She obeyed, and he squeezed them open. "Oh my GOD!" she yelled as the clamps left her nipples. "Sorry," Troy said sheepishly, moving over to help his wife out of the cross.

Cristi slid off the dildo, wincing, and walked towards the middle of the room. Barbara followed shortly after. Troy reached into a small fridge in the corner of the room and pulled out scented towels and bottles of water. He handed one of each to Cristi and his wife. Cristi drank deeply and pressed the cold towel to her face. It felt amazing against her skin, and smelled heavenly.

Troy rubbed them both with the cold towels, wiping the sweat and lube from their bodies. "Ever the gentleman," Barbara said, taking a long drink from the bottle.

"So that's Tiffany," Troy said.

"What do you do with the benches?" Cristi asked, taking another sip from the bottle. "They're just another way to play with Tiffany," Barbara replied.

Cristi looked at her. "Have you ever let Tiffany fuck your ass?"

"Yes," Barbara replied. "Occasionally. Why?"

"I want to try it," Cristi said. "I mean, I might as well, while I'm here, right? Do you have anything smaller than that?" she asked, pointing her bottle at the dildo mounted on Tiffany.

"As a matter of fact, we do," Troy replied, walking over to the glass case. He pulled out a long, thin, smooth dildo and handed it to her. "Like this?"

"That'll do," Cristi said.

Troy looked at Barbara and shrugged, then walked over to Tiffany to get her ready.

"Let's use the bench for this one. You can rest your feet on this," she said, pulling out a long bar at the foot of it.

Cristi lay on the bench and propped her feet on the bar while Troy drug Tiffany over to her. He pulled off the large dildo and replaced it with the small one, then squirted lube all over it. Barbara took the bottle, filled her palm, then rubbed it over Cristi's ass. "It's smaller than Troy's cock, but it's a hell of a lot faster, and it never gets tired," she said, looking at him. "Hey, I'm not done yet," he replied. "Sure looks like you are," Barbara teased, pointing to his flaccid penis.

Barbara nuzzled the tip of the dildo against Cristi's ass, and inserted it slowly into her. Cristi moaned, and wriggled to let more of it slip inside. Troy picked up the tablet. "Ready?" he asked. "Yes," Cristi replied.

Troy tapped the screen and the dildo slid slowly into Cristi's ass. "Oh god, that feels sooo good," she moaned. "Faster." Troy tapped the screen again, and Tiffany jumped to 10%. The thin probe slipped in and out of Cristi's ass faster. Cristi began rubbing her clit as the probe slid in and out of her. Barbara looked at Troy. He was staring at Cristi, his cock fully erect. "Go ahead, baby," she told him.

Troy tapped the tablet, and Tiffany slowed to a stop. Cristi looked at him. "Why are we stopping? I want to come again."

Troy pulled her feet from the bar, leaving the probe inside of her ass. He stepped over the machine and held Cristi's legs back. "Turn it on," he told Barbara. The dildo began plunging in and out of her ass again. Troy pushed the head of his throbbing cock against Cristi's pussy. She looked at him, wide-eyed, as he drove it into her.

Cristi now had both of her holes filled. Troy fucked her pussy, while Tiffany plunged in and out of her ass with her steady, relentless rhythm. Troy fucked her this way for a few minutes, before saying, "I want that tight little ass again."

Troy took the probe out of her and pulled her to her feet, then lay down on the bench. "Get on top of me, Cristi."

Cristi straddled the bench, her back to him, and slid his cock into her ass, squirming to get his full length inside of her. Troy groaned under her. Barbara moved Tiffany up in front of her, and exchanged the probe for the thick dildo that had drilled her earlier that evening. She positioned the head of the huge dildo at Cristi's pussy, then stepped back and picked up the tablet, tapping it once, then twice. "Oh, Christ," Cristi said, as the thick cock slid into her. Barbara tapped the screen again, winding Tiffany up to 15, then 20%. Cristi bucked against Troy, her ass squeezing his cock as the dildo pounded her from the front. She felt him coming inside of her, and his sticky, white jizz ran out of her ass. She kept pounding against Troy's cock as he moaned under her, her ass milking him with its relentless pumping. She felt as if she was having dozens of tiny orgasms. One bled into another.

She could feel Troy's cock begin to deflate, so she fucked him even harder, matching Tiffany's quick, deep thrusts into her pussy, coaxing it back to life. Troy's rod slowly became erect again. Cristi smiled, sweat pouring down her face and between her breasts.

"Put the vibrator on him," she told Barbara as she bounced up and down on Troy. Barbara obeyed, eyes wide, amazed at what the girl was doing to her husband. She moved the gooseneck until the wand nestled against Troy's balls, then stepped back and tapped the screen. "FUUUUUCK!" Troy yelled, then stretched his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream. He made a gagging sound as he came again, and Cristi could feel the hot, sticky liquid run out of her as his cock let loose another load in her ass. Still, she pounded him relentlessly.

"Stop," Troy said, moaning "Stop, please...sore." She didn't. "Ok, sweetie, that's enough," Barbara said, turning off the machine. Cristy looked back at him, still pumping his cock with her ass. "Say it," she told him. "Fucking say it!"

"Panda," he gasped, "panda."

Cristi stopped, then slowly pulled Troy's raw cock from her ass. She squatted above him and let his cum drip out off her and over his balls, then threw her leg over Tiffany and limped away. Troy lay on the bench, gasping, as Cristi pulled a towel from the fridge and tossed it to him.

--

Cristi sat in the coffee shop finishing her assignment. She checked her watch. Shit, she thought. She only had 10 minutes to get to her next class, and it was halfway across campus. She downed the rest of her coffee and put her laptop in her bag, then gathered her books and headed for the exit.

A man hit her with the door as he was entering the cafe, knocking her books out of her hand. "What the fuck?" she said, angrily, bending over to pick up the items scattered on the floor. The man rushed to help her pick up the books. "I am so sorry," he said. "I didn't see you." He handed over her books and papers, apologizing again. "I'm really sorry. Totally my fault." Cristi scowled at him. "Now I'm going to be late. There's no way I'll make it to my next class on time."

The man blinked at her. He had a slightly disheveled look about him, with messy hair and a rumpled flannel shirt. Still, Cristi thought, he's kind of cute. He has a kind face, and those eyes... "Hey," he said, "I could give you a ride. My bike is right outside. We could be there in five minutes. It's the least I can do, right?" Cristi thought for a moment. "Ok, let's go."

A '75 BMW sat by the curb. He kicked it to life, then handed Cristi his helmet. "My name's Josh," he said. "Cristi," she replied, shaking his hand before putting the helmet on and adjusting the chinstrap. "Hang on," he told her. She wrapped her arms around his waist, put her feet on the pegs, and they took off across campus.

Josh parked the bike in front of the building and walked Cristi to the door, holding it open for her. "Um, is there any chance I could get your number?" he asked. "Maybe we could, I don't know, hang out sometime." Cristi replied, "Sure," and reached into her bag for her phone.

Josh pulled a pen and paper from his shirt pocket. "Here, you can write it on this." Cristi smiled and jotted on the pad, then handed it back to him.

"What are you doing later?" he asked.

"Um, nothing," she replied. I have the night off."

"Cool," Josh replied. "Can I call you?"

Cristi smiled to herself. Poor guy, she thought. He's so nervous. He can barely look at me.

"Yes," she replied. "I really have to go."

"Ok!" he called after her as she ran down the hall. "I'll see you later!"

--

Cristi watched as Josh cleared the table. He had cooked probably the most incredible meal she had ever eaten. "So you can cook. What else are you into, Josh?"

"I play guitar and work the saute station at Aria three nights a week, take music theory classes when I feel like it."

"Cool," she replied.

"How about you?"

"I used to work at Chili's. I quit a few months ago. I'm taking art classes, but I'm really not any good. I'm thinking of becoming a writer."

"What do you like to write?"

"I write romance mostly. There's big market for it."

"I love romance novels, actually."

"Really?!" she said, laughing.

Josh blushed. "Yes. The classics, mostly. You know, Doctor Zhivago, Great Expectations."

"I didn't know guys liked that stuff."

"Just don't tell my friends, ok?"

Cristi made an 'X' over her chest. "Your secret's safe."

Cristi excused herself to use the bathroom. Josh stood up as she left the table, and got up again when she returned.

Cristi stepped up to him and took his hands in hers. "You're very gentlemanly," she said, smiling. "What's up with that?"

"My dad used to say, 'If you can't be anything else, at least be polite'. It just stuck I guess."

"Well good on him. There's too little of that anymore." "Besides," she said, leaning in to kiss him, "it's very sexy."

Josh held her face in his hands as she put his lips on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, then whispered in his ear. "This place have a bedroom, Josh?"

Josh pulled away from her. "Yes," he replied. "It's down the hall, to the right."

Cristi laughed. "You're something else. Care to show me?" She took his hand and led him out of the kitchen.

Cristi undressed in front of him, first taking off her blouse, then her jeans. She helped him out of his shirt and pulled him in for a long, deep kiss. She stepped back and unhooked her bra, pulled the straps over her arms, then stepped out of her thong. Cristi stood before him, naked, judging his reaction.

Josh did his best not to look at her, but his erection bulged against his khakis, betraying him. Cristi stood close to him and put her face against his neck. She unbuttoned his pants, then slowly pulled down his zipper, gently biting at his shoulder. She could feel his heart pounding.

"Hey, you ok?" she asked.

"I, uh, haven't done much of this, actually."

She pulled away and looked at him. "Is this your first time?"

"No, well...no," Josh replied.

"Second?"

"Yes"

"Well," Christi said, reaching inside the waistband of his pants, "sounds like you have a lot to learn."