The Path We Have Chosen
Installment 1
Christina sat at her desk savoring the delicious pastry and sipping her cup of tea. She hadn't wanted to share the sweet gift that had been given to her, instead she wanted to keep it all for herself. There was far more than she would have even been able to eat, though, so she had ultimately shared with all. A rather nice feeling to go along with all the other wonderful feelings that were raging through her.
When had things in her life changed so dramatically for her. It didn't take long to come up with what had brought about this change. It had been a chance meeting. Her long-time friend Judith suggested she meet a colleague, "coffee, tea, dinner...something" she had said. Christina did not normally take friends up on their offers to fix her up with "a really great guy I know." Judith's offer had been different. Christina felt like for once someone really understood her and she trusted Judith.
It had started with sweet liitle emails to him, evening chats, dinner. Christina from the beginning had felt an unusaul attraction to him. He was so very different from anyone she had ever known. The sweet notes, dinners and little things delivered to her home and at work. She tried really hard to not let these things influence her judgment, but it was all the things she had dreamed about for her life.
Then she had taken the chance and casually mentioned there was vacation time she had to take or lose. Which brought her back to her present situation, not able to concentrate on the job that needed to be taken care of so she would be free for a very long weekend. She was so nervous and excited she was almost sick, but nothing was going to ruin this time together.
Wayne had not said exactly where they woudl be going or what this weekend would hold. Just that he had taken care of everything. Wayne told Christina that they would stop along the way to shop; that way they would not have to deal with packing. This also made her nervous. This is not the way Christina did things; she planned and prepared. Ultimately, this was a gamble she felt she had to make. It was an increasing need for Christina to be with Wayne; that had her very scared. She hoped she was hiding her increasing need, lest she scare him too.
Christina finished her pastry, drank the last of her tea and went to work. This was turning out to be the longest day in her life even longer than Christmas Eve when she was a child. She kept reminding herself that patience was a virtue and that good things come to those who wait.
As the day went on she started to worry maybe this weekend didn't mean the same thing to him as it did to her. Maybe she has misunderstood the situation. Her insecurities starting to get the better of her. She started to call him make up some excuse why she couldn't go away this weekend. Then almost magically her apperead at her door, a little earlier than expected, as if he had known. He gave her a small kiss looked into her eyes and asked if she was ready. All her fears and doubts melted away with that one kiss and that hungry look in his eyes.
Installment 2
As Wayne settled in for his meeting, he found himself thinking of the dinner he would be sharing that night more than the new product launch campaign being reviewed. The saving grace was with the amount of work he’d done prior to the meeting; there were few questions left for him to answer. That didn't help, though, as it seemed the two-hour meeting wound on forever.
Wayne hadn't foreseen having to deal with finalizing the printing of a new product brochure today. The plans he had ran through his mind as he made his way through the parking lot to the car. He had everything in place to be sure they would have a memorable time.
For now though, he told himself, he had to focus on having things taken care of with the brochure. There had been a problem with the last printing job. It would be easiest for him to be at their office to give final approval of the proof and make sure all details were being handled as they were arranged. As Wayne drove, though, it was the dinner that kept coming back to mind and the nights that would follow, not the product launch or the brochure.
Wayne was pleased when things went smoothly once he arrived. Everything was perfect with the proof and there only had to be one adjustment made with the printer. On his way back to the car, he again ran through his mind what he felt needed to be done to have everything in place as they’d discussed.
Instead of driving home and back, detouring would involve driving only a few blocks to Christina's office. He made the turn at the next intersection.
As he arrived at Christina's office the receptionist was on the telephone. She held up one finger and mouthed, “Just a moment please.” He stood and admired her; she had blonde curly hair, eyes that sparked like emeralds and rosebud lips. He could not help but notice how her French manicure extenuated her long fingers.
“Hello Stacey”, Wayne said as she hung up the call. “How are you today, sir?” she asked flashing a smile. “I'm doing well,” he told her and asked how her day was going. “I'm having a great day,” Stacey said. She paused and added, “Why do I think you're here to see Christina?” Wayne smiled this time and said, “Perhaps you've taken up detective work in your off hours.” Stacey replied, “Yes, I have and I can give you a couple clues. Christina worked through lunch today and she said she would be leaving a bit early. Seeing you now leads me to believe there is a connection.” Wayne complimented her and asked how long Stacey has been doing this detective work.
Stacey doesn't respond to his question. She smiled and asked, “Would you like me to ring her office?” Wayne told Stacey he would like to go back without her ringing and she said that would be fine. As he started back, Stacey called, “Wayne......” He stopped and looked back to her. ‘The pastries were wonderful,” she said. “That was very kind of you. Christina was pleased. And so was I.” Wayne told Stacey that he was glad to hear she enjoyed and thanked her for the clues.
As he arrived at Christina's office Wayne found her standing at the window. He didn't say anything; just stood for a moment looking at her...thinking of what this scene might be like later in the weekend.
Wayne studied Christina starting with her stiletto heels. He went up her long legs. The slacks she was wearing, he thought, fit perfectly. The outfit was topped off by a black halter and he loved the way her red hair hung down to the middle of her back.
Suddenly, she turned. Their eyes met and Christina smiled. “Wayne”, she said sounding surprised, “I wasn't expecting you until 5”. Wayne explained that he had something come up, was in the neighborhood and felt that he had to stop.
Wayne walked over to Christina, they put their arms around each other and kissed. It was a different kiss than they'd ever had before. They pulled back a bit, but still held on for a moment. Christina reached out her hand, took the fabric of Wayne’s tie between her fingers - a tie she'd given him when they were last together - and ran her hand down the length of the tie. “This is very nice,” she said. Wayne thanked her; adding a dear friend had given it to him. “Hmmmm, a dear friend”, Christina said with a mischievous smile.
Wayne asked Christina if she was ready to go. She said that she was not at the moment. She had made plans based on when they had originally planned to get together. Christina didn’t tell Wayne that she’d made an appointment to have her hair done and to get a manicure.
The discussion then turned to where they would be having dinner. Christina suggested returning to the restaurant where they had last dined noting how much they had enjoyed it. No, Wayne said. He didn't want to have dinner at that restaurant again. While it was good, they had eaten there several times. He suggested she call him closer to the time they would be getting together and see how things work out. “Is that what you want, Wayne, to see how things work out?” Christina asked. “Maybe we'd like to try something new,” he suggested. Then adding, “We have talked about trying new things this weekend.”
Christina agreed; and paused. There was a serious look on her face. “But don't expect to get your way all weekend,” Christina said. “Having my way is not what this weekend is about,” Wayne told her. “I didn't expect so,” Christina said, “We are both going to get what we want.” The smile returning to her lips.
As he was turning to leave, Wayne heard Christina softly say his name...almost whispering. Looking back, her eyes were locked on him. “Thank you for breakfast,” she said. “It was wonderful.” I'm pleased to know you enjoyed it, Wayne told Christina. “Thank you, Wayne,” she said. “I enjoyed it…very...much.”
As Wayne returned to the lobby Stacey was hanging up the telephone. She got out from behind her desk and walked over to him. “That is a beautiful tie,” she said. Stacey wore a red blazer with a white silk blouse, a black pleated skirt that fell well above her knees. In heels, she was able to look directly into his eyes. “May I walk you to the elevator,” Stacey asked. “It would be my pleasure,” Wayne responded.
As they walked to the elevator, Stacey spoke softly. “I understand you will be calling about dinner,” she said. Wayne looked into Stacey’s eyes. “Christina and I are looking forward to the weekend, Stacey,” he said. “I have been looking forward to it,” Stacey replied reaching out and touching Wayne’s hand for just a moment. As the elevator opened and people started getting off Stacey told Wayne, “You have a wonderful weekend now,” and returned to her desk.
Soon, Christina came down the hall, briefcase in hand. She stopped at Stacey’s desk as a meeting broke up and people filed out of a nearby office. “I will be going now, Stacey,” Christina said. “Do give me a call if anything comes up.” They stood for a moment looking at each other, connected. “I don’t see any problems arising,” Stacey told Christina. To which she replied, “Good, that is what I wanted to hear.”
Christina was off to her stylist, Lisa. She always looked forward to “girl time” as she called it. It kept her in touch with her feminine side. This weekend, more so than any other, she wanted very much to feel empowered and this would definitely help. Normally Christina chatted with Lisa as she washed her hair. Today she closed her eyes and just sat there going over the details in her mind. She thought of Wayne and she thought of Stacey. Christina was rarely impressed by another woman. But she had passing thoughts of Stacey since she joined the company. It was never something she’d seriously thought of acting on, though, until now.
Lisa's occasional questions pulled Christina back into the real world for a moment. She finally asked Christina if something was wrong. She gave Lisa a sly grin and told her no, everything was just perfect. Upon arriving at the salon, Christina had chosen to have a pedicure as well. She let the sensual feeling of the hot wax on her feet take her away again and even opted for a bright red polish for her toes. Someone had told Christina once that only sexually active women bothered with their toes in the winter. She wasn't sure about that but she did want to look her very best.
This was very different from anything Christina had ever done before. This man was very different than any man she had ever known. Wayne took time to show her how special she was to him, to reassure her when little doubts ran through her mind. Her thoughts increasingly were of ways to please him, ways to show him how special she felt he was. She had to trust him to do what she was going to do. There had never been a man she would do this with before. It was a very satisfying feeling, one she had never before given herself over to. He made her feel more confidence in herself than she ever had. How else would she be able to share a bed with Stacey?
For the control freak she was, this was a real experience for Christina. She was having fun rolling with the punches and taking opportunities when ever they arose. At least she hoped that was how she was being. She almost felt a little guilty about the little remark about Wayne not getting his way all weekend. For once in her life she felt it was important to let him know what she liked and wanted. She hoped she had not sounded snippy. The last thing she wanted to do was appear lacking confidence this weekend.
Christina had taken all the time she had to get ready, a little extra touch here and there and now she was going to be late. She hated being late, The drive to the restaurant was a blur, butterflies in her tummy, nerves taught, palms getting sweaty. This was not the confident woman she normally was.
Each step was becoming more difficult for Christina All those little insecurities were coming back to haunt her. What if she wasn't dressed appropriately…although she was looking rather fantastic if she did say so herself. What if inviting Stacey to join them had been a mistake? What if he became more attract to her? What if…What if…What if? She stopped, took a deep breath and remembered who she was and who he was. All her fears washed away in a single thought of him. She was still nervous, but it was an excited nervousness.
Christina’s mouth actually watered as she looked at him. “Control yourself,” she told herself under her breath. Then Wayne looked at her and it was the same look as her own. She took a small misstep and laughed out loud at herself, He smiled back at her. Wayne walked toward her, reached out his hands, took her gently in his arms gave her a soft kiss. Melting into him she gave back to him all that he gave to her. Christina was looking forward to Stacey, she had to admit, but she was glad to be alone with him now.
As they broke off the kiss and stepped back, Wayne looked her up and down, smiled and told her how beautiful she looked. Christina blushed knowing the extra time had been well spent. The desired effect had achieved. She kissed him again. Just then, Stacey walked in.
Installment 3
They were seated in a booth near the back of the dark restaurant; this particular table had been reserved because very few customers sat so far back. Wayne, who had been coming to Angelo's since he was a child, knew the owner well and had arranged that they have as much privacy as possible. He was sitting "with" Christina, but Stacey was not far away. They were both within reach of touching.
Wayne was pleased when Christina first spoke to him about inviting Stacey. He knew she was possessive of him, though, which would make inviting another woman unusual enough. But for it to be Stacey was no less than shocking. Normally when Christina had spoken of Stacey it was in the vein of what a stuck up bitch she is. Christina explained to Wayne that she knew this was something he wanted and she wanted to please him. Stacey is beautiful, Christina, told Wayne and that if they were going to have a third person it was going to be someone of her choosing.
Angelo's had the best lasagna in the world Wayne had told the girls. He followed suit by ordering it for all of them. Christina and Stacey had made a pact not to talk about work tonight, and to concentrate on Wayne. Christina still had slight doubts, but knew that Wayne and she were connected in a way no one else could be.
Stacey looked over at Wayne and said that she was so glad for the invitation to dinner; adding that she hoped the weekend would be enjoyable for them. They continued to chit chat until salads arrived. Christina did not particularly care for tomatoes; Stacey did not care for cucumbers. They each asked Wayne if he enjoyed their flavor. When he said yes, they each started to feed him the morsels. What had been just talk was now becoming all so very real. His heart melted a little at the thought of Christina and what it meant to her. Christina truly cared for him and his pleasure and that made his heart smile.
Taking each morsel, one after the other, Wayne felt Christina's hand on his thigh. She was caressing it, her lips were parting slightly and the look in her eyes drove him wild. As Christina's hand found his crotch, he gasped quietly and said not here. Christina did not listen; asking Stacey if she minded her disappearing for a while. There was something that needed her attention right now, Christina said. Stacey replied of course not and watched as Christina went under the table.
Once they were both satisfied, Christina came out from underneath the table now taking a place between Wayne and Stacey. Christina began to drink from Stacey's glass of water. Stacey looked into her eyes, layed her hand on Christina's thigh and said, "I'm sure you will enjoy dessert." Christina replied, "I'm sure we will, Stacey, but we need to go to the restroom now."
Installment 4
Earlier that week...
Christina had a late afternoon meeting with a new client; she invited Stacey to travel with her to the Grand Royal Hotel. That was not something Stacey had ever been asked to do; she accepted, though, without question.
Christina called downstairs to have someone fill in for Stacey. There wasn't anyone available that fulfilled the requirements of the position. She called the temporary pool and arranged for someone to come in. There had to be a specific type of person to serve as "the face" of the company. At least when she was working, Christina was cool and confident; she could be very forceful and get exactly what she wanted.
To say that Christina had butterflies, when she thought of what was ahead of her that afternoon, would be an understatement. As the time for the meeting grew closer, those butterflies turned into birds fluttering around in her stomach. Christina had decided that today was the day. She hoped that she could do it. For Wayne, she kept saying over and over in her head.
When it was time to go, Christina stopped by the front desk, the one that Stacey normally occupied, to be sure the temp was in place. Stacey had made sure everything was taken care of; she was holding the elevator for Christina. Satisfied with the temp, they left the offices and climbed into Christina's company car.
Christina was too nervous for small talk. Stacey was not saying much either as they rode in silence for a bit. Once, at a stoplight, Christina looked at Stacey. She noticed the way her dress hugged her curves. "I was wondering what your plans were for Saturday evening," Christina said; as soon as the words were out of her mouth she looked again to the road and continued on. "I do not have any plans this Saturday," responded Stacey. Her questioning tone was unmistakeable to Stacey, but Christina said nothing more.
The meeting at the hotel went beautifully. They signed the contract with the new client. Christina could not help but notice the way the men in the room looked at Stacey. It seemed Stacey always got what she wanted; even when she was working. She just had to crook her finger and her will be done. It fueled Christina's jealousy.
As the men left, she told Stacey to remain so they could go over notes from the meeting. As they looked over the paperwork, Christina started asking questions. They did not pertain to work; Christina was asking about Stacey's private life.
Stacey could not help but think, "What does this have to do with anything?!?!?!" She felt as if she was being interviewed again; it was for a position, though, that she did not apply for. Stacey knew it was leading up to something, but she did not know what. Christina made confetti out of the readout she was holding; it was getting harder and harder for her to look into her assistant's eyes. Stacey waited, calmly, while she watched emotions flash across Christina's face.
Christina finally spoke, softly, to Stacey. "Would you join Wayne and I for cocktails Saturday evening?"
Stacey knew what this meant. She knew it just from the look in Christina's eyes. Immediately, Christina told her that she had never done anything like this before; she sat, exhaustedly, on a near-by chair. Stacey was getting excited; knowing that Wayne must have mentioned her; knowing that Christina hated to have to ask her for help; knowing that Christina could not help herself in wanting to please Wayne.
Stacey placed her hand over Christina's as she sat down beside her. Poor Christina, she looked so frightened sitting there...as a mouse staring into the jaws of a cat. "Of course, Christina, I would love to." Stacey knew how this game was played. "And do not worry Christina, you may not have done this before, but I have."
Installment 5
"I'm sure we will, Stacey, but we need to go to the restroom now." Stacey heard Christina's words. Her thoughts, though, were focused earlier in the night when she was traveling to the restaurant.
As she traveled to the restaurant, in a taxi Wayne had sent to her home, she was musing about the evening. She could not stop herself from smiling.
Stacey was extremely good at her job. She was so good, in fact, that she was recommended by her former company to her current employer and was hired on the spot. She was proud of her accomplishments. She worked hard to achieve and exceed all the goals she set.
It wasn't her work that led to this night, though. Stacey was hot and she knew it. She knew she had looks; but also knew that looks only went so far. She was intelligent and very independent, strong-willed and extremely confident. She was, put simply, a hot bitch.
She thought about Wayne, and the look on his face when she arrived. It excited her. She knew her charms. She had cultivated them, made them a part of her life. She knew how to get almost anything she wanted. Then, Stacey thought of Christina; the one person with whom she did not get along in the company. Christina was also the only woman executive. Stacey smirked, knowing that the discontent between them was more jealousy on Christina's part than anything else. She had that effect on women and had learned to bask in it.
When Stacey arrived at the restaurant and walked through the door, every head turned to stare, to see the woman full of feline grace. She was a woman who looked like a cat who just lapped up all the cream. She smiled and padded past the mirrored partition of the entryway to meet her party.
When Stacey was noticed, Christina stood...planted to her spot as if the roots were so deep they could not be moved. Christina opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again at the futility of the activity. Wayne smiled and took her hand, kissed the inside of her wrist, and drawled out slowly, "Hello, Stacey."
Christina cleared her throat a bit too loudly and said to Stacey, "Why dont we go freshen up?"
Stacey followed Christina into the restroom. Christina opened the door jerkily; Stacey had to help her with the knob. Once inside, Christina again told Stacey she had never done anything like this and that she was so nervous. Stacey moved closer to her; she was almost touching Christina, but not quiet. Stacey noticed the look of longing in Christina's eyes; that look of being not quite sure how to say what you feel. In truth, Christina was horny as hell. Stacey wanted to play and asked, "Christina, are you nervous because Wayne may want me more than you, or that you may want me more than Wayne?"
Stacey continued to look into Christina's eyes, watching her struggle with the question. It was evident her "boss" was not at all sure of what to say. Instead, Christina came even closer and put her arm around Stacey.
Christina had watched this woman, secretly, for many months. She wanted to get to know this flower that smelled so sweet. Here she was, finally. Summing up her courage, Christina kissed Stacey. She was surprised at first that Stacey returned the kiss. It was not a kiss of passion, but tender, sweet, almost innocent. Christina had to know what it felt like to kiss Stacey, and immediately, she knew this was the right thing to do. For herself and for Wayne. Stacey could not help but see Christina became immediately flushed.
Christina, her confidence stronger after the kiss, told Stacey to walk ahead of her. Christina wanted so much to see the sway of Stacey's hips, the bounce of her hair. As she walked, Christina felt a familiar tingling deep inside, a coolness that came across her skin. She knew instantly how wet she was for this woman. She was not wet, horny, steaming for Wayne, but for Stacey.
Installment 6
Christina looked at Stacey; she was having trouble, though, looking her directly in the eyes.
They were sharing the handicapped stall that was located last in the row; Christina was itching to touch. "Did you enjoy Stacey?" Christina asked. Her eyes were full of question; she wanted to please Stacey as no one else had.
"Oh yes, Christina," Stacey said with a wry smile. "And Wayne did to." Christina had forgotten that this weekend was for Wayne; at least momentaryily. Christina, at the time, was drowning in Stacey's eyes, wanting to be with her, wanting to touch her.
Stacey could tell that Christina was still wanting; her breathing was rapid, shallow; her skin flush; she was standing so near to Stacey that a sheet of paper could not separate their bodies. Christina swayed ever so lightly, rubbing her breasts against Stacey's. "You want more, don't you Christina?" Stacey asked; already well aware of the answer. "You want an orgasm right now, right this very minute."
Christina was only able to shake her head; her body was betraying her. Stacey took her hands and said, "Do you want me to give you one? Is that why you asked me in here?" She paused; then continued. "You don't want Wayne to touch you, to please you, to fuck you until you cum? You want me to give you what you want."
Christina looked at the floor, then looked into Stacey's eyes once more. "Yes," she answered. Stacey kissed her; as she did, she slid her hand under Christina's dress and touched her pussy lips. Chrsitina leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and let escape a murmered. Stacey wanted more from Christina; she began to taunt her. "Do you want me to finger your clit, Christina? Do you want my fingers to push past your lips and touch that little rock? Do you want me to move over it then...and make you cum?"
Christina could not stand it any longer. "Yes," Stacey. "Yesssssssss."
"What if I don't want to?" Stacey said with a touch of defiance as she removed her hand. All Christina could say was. "Please." She was breathing so fast, wanting so much. She reached for her hand, but missed it. "Stacey, please," Christina said. "Pleeeeeeeeease, Staaaaceeeeeey, Ooooooo, Godddddd. Pleeeeeeease."
Stacey knew exactly what she wanted; she was getting it all and more. She manuvered her hand back up Christina's dress, passed her lips and started massaging the hard button that was there. Christina kissed her, longingly. She used Stacey's shoulders for support. This was, at least partly, what Christina had wanted.
As Stacey massaged her, thrilled her, a tiny moan came from within Christina. This was what Christina needed all along. The bitch that she told Wayne about so many times, was going to make her cum. She loved it. Pressure built up inside of her, then it released. She moaned softly, shuddering. Christina and Stacey knew, almost immediately, that Christina wanted more. Christina would always want more.
Christina looked into Stacey's eyes. She saw her as she never had before; she then kissed Stacey. They exited the stall and freshened their make-up. Christina finally said, "Thank You, Stacey." Stacey grinned and said, "Let's not keep Wayne waiting."
Installment 7
As they proceeded with dinner, Christina savored the time she shared with Stacey. Being again close to Wayne, though, she began hungering for cock.
As time went by, the three engaged in small talk. It was, though, only a way to ease the tension they were all feeling. Christina was now throbbing. She had been thinking of the way Wayne squirted down her throat; she loved the taste of cum. Now she knew that inviting Stacey had been the right choice. She was definatlly a huge turn on for him...and for her. She had never tasted another woman before; she definitel wanted more.
Christina wished that she could have seen Wayne's face as he came. He was always so full of expression at that moment. She would have been watching and would have cum right at that instant.
But now, over their heaping plates of lasagna, Christina was throbbing. She needed to cum so badly that her fingers were straying to her pussy. Stacey and Wayne were both noticing her dilemma. Wayne stopped eating just long enough to raise her skirt slightly with one hand and touch her pussy lips lightly, brushing her hand away. He whispered in her ear that he wanted so very much to bury his cock into her. Wayne's slipped his finger deeper into her pussy lips, he touched her clit and made her moan softly. Christina leaned her head back and closed her eyes; she loved feeling the pressure of his fingers.
Suddenly, Stacey announced that they all needed to go to the restroom. She had been watching and now it was empty. They needed to go, she said, this time more emphatically. Stacey had a smoldering look in her eye.
Upon entering the restroom, Wayne immediately started kissing Christina hotly on the mouth. He was devouring her, making her gasp for air. Stacey came up behind Christina, lifted her short skirt and started to finger her pussy. Wayne unzipped his pants to free his cock from the restraining fabric; he wanted desperately to ram his aching member into Christina's already dripping pussy.
Stacey positioned Christina on the counter, legs wide apart, with her ass barely supported. Intent on driving her wild, Stacey licked Christina's pussy, keeping it throbbing while Wayne unzipped his pants. Christina could barely keep control; wanted so much to cum in Stacey's mouth; God, how she wanted to cum for Stacey. She knew, though, that the contracting of her pussy around Wayne's cock would delight him.
This has largely been Stacey's night. It was Wayne who was now going to take control.
He came to Christina and told Stacey to get onto the counter. "Get on all fours, bitch," Wayne barked at Stacey. "And lick her pussy." It was this side of Wayne that Stacey was longing to see; he had to be strong if she was going to give herself to him. Wayne rammed his cock hard into Christina; her pussy almost sucking him in. She was so tight, so delicious, he almost came inside her then.
Wayne leaned over and started to tongue Stacey; tasting her clit for the first time drove him wild. She had her legs spread wide for him and was in just the right position for his tongue to do its work. Between her taste and Christina's pussy, Wayne would not be able to last long. Christina was mewling, moaning; Wayne clutched her breast to give her extra pleasure. His tongue was licking Stacey fiercely; he wanting her to cum, was to taste her, to feel her spasms. Stacey was fucking his mouth, moving back and forth on his tongue, deriving pleasure from his mouth. She was close also.
Christina let out a grunt as her pussy contracted even more on his cock. Wayne loved how loud Chstina was when she came; she was being quiet now, though, and he knew it was hard for her. This orgasm was exceptionally powerful; she was bucking him wildly, thrusting and fucking so fast that he almost came. Within minutes, Stacey was screaming, not holding back at all, "I'm cuming! I'm cummmming!! Oh fuck you!!! I'm cummmmmminnnnngggggggg, Wayne!!!!
Stacey was lost in her orgasm. "Don't stop, Wayne!" she screamed Suck my clit. Lap it up, you fucker Make me cum in your mouth!" she screamed desperatley as another orgasm engulfed her. "Love my fucking clit!!! OOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!! She was squirting hot cum into his mouth, onto his face. He never had a woman cum like this before. It was glorious! This made Wayne groan loudly and then gasp and he cam inside Christina. Christina was holding Wayne tightly, knowing that he needed the support for his climax while he was still licking Stacey.
She was cumming yet again. This set Christina off again as Stacey was screaming; she began to say Stacey's name again and again. Her pussy contracted around Wayne's cock as spasm after spasm engulfed her. "You bitch!" Wayned screamed at Christina. "You fucking bitch!!" he thrusted harder and harder into her, pumping faster and faster. Her screaming Stacey's name drove him absolutely mad. "Give it to her, Wayne!" Christina screamed, cumming again. "Give it to herrrrrrrr, you fuckkkkkerrrrrrrr!!"
Thanks to my collaborators A Texas Rose, Lady Kate, A Rare Gem and Mistress Regina. If you're interested in adding an installment to the story email it to me.
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