Christine

CHRISTINE by Joe Christine was a lady that fate had not always been kind to. Unwilling to allow her husband to dissuade her from taking up a university place, she had been rendered a single parent just as she left for Warwick. Struggling to survive on a student grant is bad enough for anyone. It is quite impossible for a parent and a child. Christine was a resourceful person however and it wasn't long before the child's daily care was organised. The only difficult bit was paying for it. She was careful with her money and child allowance and the little her parents could spare for her. Inevitably however, some time into her second term just after the expense of Christmas she was faced with a threatening letter from the bank asking her for a date to settle her overdraft. Sitting in the Student Union coffee bar, she was joined by a friend who was a mature student, having returned to university after having children. Sensing Christine's predicament, she teased the situation out of her. "I don't know how I am going to continue," Chris explained. "I've spent this term's grant and my rent's due. I can't get an evening job because I have to pay to have Louise looked after and it would mean that I would never see her. I just don't know what to do." "Why not have a chat to Sarah?" suggested her friend. "She's in the same situation as you, with a child, but she seems to get by. Perhaps you could share baby minders or something?" Heading over to the Psychology block where she knew Sarah was usually to be found, Chris allowed the tears to well up in her eyes. The chance of reaching an arrangement that was suitable for both of them was remote, she knew and she had no idea what her next move would be if this failed. Sarah was sitting on a padded bench just inside the entrance to the block. She was chatting with one of the lecturers who got up to go as Christine approached. "Hi, Chris," she said and patted the seat beside her. "Quick, it's still warm." She laughed and her infectious mood began to lift Chris's spirits. "Perhaps she will be able to help after all," Chris thought as she joined her on the seat. "What's up?" Sarah asked, noticing the redness of Christine's eyes. "Have the lecturers been beating you again for poor work?" "I wish they had," giggled Chris, "though I can't imagine any of them doing anything other than reading." "Oh, they do, believe me," Sarah assured her with a knowing wink. "Anyway, what's up?" Explaining her problem, Chris found herself pouring out her life history to Sarah. She was a good listener and rarely interrupted other than to say, "The bastard!" when Chris mentioned her husband's abandonment of her. "So," Chris finished, "I wondered how you survive and whether you can give me any tips on where I'm going wrong?" "You're not doing anything wrong," Sarah declared fiercely. "You're just trying to do something that is impossible, that's all. You simply can't do what you're trying to do on the money you have. You've either got to drop out of University," "I'm buggered if I'm doing that!" interrupted Chris. "Or," Sarah continued, "you've got to get an income." "But if I get a job, then I've got child minding costs to bear and I never get to spend time with Louise." "So tell me the answer, Christine," Sarah mimicked the style of a lecturer they shared. "Oh, I don't know. That's why I came to see you, o wise one," she joked. Sarah considered. "Get a job that you can do at your flat. Something that pays enough to keep you but which won't take up all of your time." "I don't really fancy addressing envelopes and anyway, the rates of pay are diabolical," Chris moaned. "I just want something that I can do at home, that only takes a short time and which pays well. Not much to ask, is it?" "We all want that job," Sarah agreed. "But how do you manage Sarah?" Chris was intrigued because Sarah was actually giving very little away. "Oh a little bit of this and that," she answered evasively. "Like what? Tell me. Perhaps I could do the same." Chris was becoming increasingly curious and her interest was helping her to forget her immediate worries. Sarah looked around the busy hall way. "Shall we go for a walk? We can chat as we stroll." Waling out of the building they set off across the campus. It was a cold January day which would never get truly light before dusk arrived again. They commented on the depressing weather and how awful it had been to return to their respective families for Christmas. "At least Louise got spoiled," Chris conceded. "I'm not sure that all the moaning and washing up compensated though." "Yes, if I have to clean mud of a carpet which has been brought in by someone else's child once more, I shall decapitate the little toad." Sarah threatened with relish. Chris dropped back a few steps to check her bearings and then strode towards Sarah to catch her up. She couldn't help admiring the other girl's figure. Though petite, Sarah was perfectly proportioned and had a rear end that men would die for, Christine reflected. Her face was framed by a mass of auburn curl and her little button nose seemed to draw her face into a permanent smile. "So how do you manage, Sarah?" Chris challenged. "No waffle, how do you earn your keep?" Sarah stopped and turned to Christine. "Can you keep a secret, Chris?" she asked. "If I tell you, you must never tell a soul. Promise?" "Yes, of course," Chris replied. "What on earth was Sarah going to tell her?" she wondered. "Shall we go and sit on the bench under the tree over there?" Sarah indicated the point and set off towards it without waiting for an answer. Chris caught up with her as she sat down. "Are you sitting comfortably?" Sarah mimicked. "Just get on with it," Chris admonished her. "I've got to pick up Louise soon." "I was in exactly the same situation you are but a few months earlier," began Sarah. "I was beside myself with worry and didn't have a clue what to do. I found myself wandering around the city trying to come up with an idea when I suddenly realised that I was in a part I didn't recognise. I began to look around for roadsigns or something when a car stopped beside me. The driver wound his window down and, assuming he was lost as well, I walked towards him. Before I got a chance to say that he was asking the wrong person he spoke to me." "How much dear?" I didn't understand what he meant and I just looked at him trying to work it out. He spoke again, rather impatiently this time and said, "How much? What do you charge for the complete works?" In a flash I realised that he had assumed that I was a street walker and to my utter amazement, I found myself answering. "Fifty pounds." (I don't know where I got the figure from, but it is apparently, the going rate.) Chris looked mystified. "The going rate for what?" "Oh my sweet friend." Sarah laughed. "A fuck, a lay, a screw." "What! Did you call the police?" "No! I saw the fifty pounds for what it represented to me. A week without worry; food and rent found without desperation for once. It seemed like easy money." Despite herself, Christine was beside herself with curiousity and was also, to her surprise, becoming aroused by her friend's tale. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound judgemental. Please go on." Sarah leant back against the tree behind them. "I got into his car and he took me a short distance to an industrial park. He worked in one of the office blocks and knew that no-one would be around. He used his key to let us in and we went to his office. He was as nervous as a rabbit and to my surprise this brought out the confidence in me. I asked him what he wanted and when he said the full works I told him that it would be fifty pounds or sixty pounds if he wanted me in the nude. He opted for the latter and paid me then and there with three twenty pound notes. I undressed myself and asked him how he wanted it. He could hardly speak, he was so excited so I just sat on the edge of his desk and lay back. I heard him undo his trousers and then he was pushing into me. It was all over in a matter of a minute and when he had finished he lost interest in me completely. He didn't even bother to see me out." "Have you done it again since?" Chris asked incredulously. She found herself admiring rather than condemning Sarah and began to feel furious with the grant administrators that had forced this lovely lady into this situation. "Oh yes, dozens of times I suppose. I got to know a company executive who has become a regular client and he has introduced me to some of his friends. It's amazing some of the things that an expenses account pays for." Chris stared at Sarah almost speechless. Suddenly, on impulse she reached over and hugged the other girl. "I think you are quite wonderful," she enthused. "I think you are so brave." "Do you think," Sarah hesitated, "I was wondering, erm," "Yes," Chris encouraged her impatiently, suspecting what was to come. "Well, as you are so hard up, I was wondering," "Wondering what?" Chris demanded in a shrill shriek, shaking her friend. "Whether you'd be interested in earning money in the same way?" Sarah exhaled the sentence in a single breath and sought to hold Christine's eyes with her own. "I, don't, er, I don't know," she replied. "I've never thought about it." This was not strictly true because the thought had been a fairly freqent fantasy of hers when, following the departure of her husband she had sought solace with her vibrator. "Look Chris," Sarah began, "you need the money, you don't have to get involved in anything you don't want to and it will keep you independent. That's what you want isn't it?" Chris had to admit that it did seem to offer a solution to her problem. Could she, she wondered, allow a man to use her body in return for money? She'd allowed them to do the same without paying often enough in her life she reflected. "But if I did and I'm not saying I would, how would I get started? I could hardly put a post card on the Students' Union notice board." "Well, as it happens, one of my clients has been on at me for some time to "entertain" two men at once but I've always said no. It seems too risky to me. Shall I offer both of our services and that way we can support each other and make some money at the same time?" Back at her flat later that night, Chris wondered what on earth she had let herself in for. She had agreed to let Sarah set things up in the excitement of the afternoon but now, on her own, she was having serious second thoughts. Could she do it she wondered? What would he, or they, be like? At that moment one of her neighbours knocked to tell her she was wanted on the communal phone in the hallway. Most of the occupants of the large house that contained her flat were students and all tended to look out for each other. "Hello, it's Christine," she answered. "Chris! It's Sarah." Chris's heart skipped a beat. "Yes, what is it?" she almost shouted down the phone. "I spoke to Keith. He was over the moon. He's been in touch with his mate and," Sarah's voice faltered. "Yes?" Christine whispered almost dreading what was to follow. "I've arranged to meet them at your place at ten tonight." Suddenly Chris was aware of the blood pounding in her head. "Tonight?" she gasped. "I'm sorry but I was afraid that you'd pull out if I gave you too long to think about it." "Sarah," Chris began to babble. "I'm not sure about this. I'm not sure that I can go through with it. I'm..." "Shh, you'll be alright and just think about this. They're going to pay a hundred pounds each for the action. That should help you make your mind up." Back in her room Chris began a routine that would get her through to ten o'clock. Clean the flat from top to bottom. Change the bedding. Play with Louise, tea, bath and bed then her own preparation which involved a lengthy soak in the bath, much perfuming and the selection of her raunchiest underwear. She didn't know what to wear on top however. What did whores wear? Should she be smart or tarty? Would it matter? How long would she be dressed for? She stopped to look at herself in the full length mirror in her room. She was wearing a red matched set of bra, pants and suspender belt with black stockings. She turned slowly to inspect herself critically. Men had always gone into raptures about her bottom and she had to admit that it looked good in the tight little triangle of red. Her breasts were less pleasing to her but no man had ever complained. They were pert and the nipples were large when erect. She stroked them through her bra and obediently, they began to respond. She allowed herself to slip her hand down the front of her pants and thrust her pelvis up to meet it. She was wet already and withdrew her fingers not wishing to mark her pants just yet. Finally, she selected a black mini-skirt and a white blouse and had just finished dressing when there was a knock at the door. She checked her watch. It was nine-fifteen. Opening the door she was greeted by Sarah who pushed past her hurriedly. "Sorry," she apologised to Chris, "but I didn't want anyone that I know to see me like this." She took of her coat and Chris gasped in surprise. "I don't think you have to worry about anyone recognising you. I hardly did." She looked at Sarah in admiration, "Do you think I ought to change? I didn't know what to wear." Sarah laughed. "You look very smart but if you have got anything a little shorter then ...." her voice tailed off in suggestion as she followed Christine through to the bedroom. "Let me look at you," Chris asked, "so that I can get some idea." Sarah twirled in mock modelling fashion but then stood still to allow Chris to study her. She was wearing a micro-mini skirt which wrapped around her placing an overlap on her tummy. Above this, she had a transparent blouse on and when she stood in front of the light, her naked breasts could be seen clearly through the fabric. Flicking up her skirt, she revealed stockings and suspenders and a pair of tiny white pants that were tied at the side. "Hmm," said Chris. "How am I going to compete with that?" "We're not competing, Chris," Sarah reminded her. "We're here to help each other remember." Together they sorted through Chris's limited wardrobe and settled finally for the blouse she already had on but without the bra and a long skirt that was split to the waist on one side. "Very nice," Sarah murmured as Chris twirled. There was an excitement in Sarah's eyes that Chris had not seen before and she was unsure whether Sarah's compliment had been directed at her clothing or at her bottom. "Have you ever stripped for a man before?" asked Sarah. "It's one of the things they always ask for so you might give it some thought." Chris thought hard. "I used to do it for Rob of course but the only other time was when I was about fifteen and I and a girlfriend stripped for some lads we were trying to impress after a party." "Sounds naughty," laughed Sarah. "Was it fun?" "Not really," replied Chris. "We were both after the same bloke and he had snogged with both of us during the party. He and his mates walked us home afterwards and we stopped off on the way at the bus station. It was completely empty at that time of night and we got into the waiting room somehow. The boys were teasing us about whether we wore bras or if we were virgins and so on and one thing led to another. It became a sort of dare to see who would be the more outrageous. The boys were taking it in turns to snog with us and each one tried to get a little more than they got the last time. I certainly was not going to be labelled the prude so I let them get more and more. My friend was doing the same, so eventually we were down to our pants being finger fucked side by side up against the wall. It ended with us tossing them all off over each other. We were drenched in spunk and they never let us forget it." Christine laughed at the memory. "I wonder where they all are now?" "Wanking themselves silly over the memory I expect," replied Sarah. "Anyway, come on, we need to get things ready." "What things," asked Chris. "I've got the bed ready." Sarah chuckled, "I doubt if we will be using that. They can always screw in a bed at home. They'll want something different from us, I expect." Together they returned to the lounge. Following Sarah's directions, Chris helped to arrange the room. The settee was pushed right back against a wall to leave the maximum amount of floor space. Chris had lit the gas fire and Sarah produced some candles so that when lit the room was bathed in a soft glow. The flame light seemed to be redder than electric light and Chris wondered whether the glow on Sarah's cheeks was due to that or to her mounting excitement. She was humming as she arranged things and Chris could not help feeling that she was looking forward to what was going to happen. To her surprise however, Chris found Sarah's excitement contagious and they joked and giggled as if they had been drinking. Finally, Sarah persuaded Chris to have a large glass of whisky that she had brought with her and then declared that they were ready. "What about the largest of the candles?" enquired Chris. "Do you want me to light it?" Sarah giggled and picked up the candle. It was about 10 inches long and just narrower than her wrist. "It's not actually for burning," she admitted. "Keith gave it to me as a sort of present. It had a twenty pound note wrapped around it. He likes to watch me, er, use it on myself." Her voice faltered, either in embarrassment or excitement. Chris looked at her and perhaps for the first time realised that she really would have to go through with it. There would be no dropping out now. Could she do what would be asked of her? What would be asked of her? "Sarah," she began, "you haven't said much about what we will have to do. Will it be just a screw, or what?" Sarah came and joined her on the settee. "For a hundred pounds each, they will expect more than that. They will both want to have each of us for a start." Chris opened her eyes wide in surprise. It was naive of her, but she hadn't thought of that. "At the same time, or one after the other?" "I don't really know, because I've never done a double before. We'll just have to wait and see. Don't worry though because no-one is going to force you to do anything you don't want to. If it gets too heavy for you, I'll take it. I just can't afford to lose a good client." Sarah looked worried and Chris took her hand. "Don't worry, I won't let you down." She leaned across to kiss Sarah's cheek in reassurance and Sarah hugged her. When she failed to release her, Chris found it the most natural thing to turn her face to Sarah's and kiss her gently on the lips. Her own excitement came bubbling to the surface as Sarah opened her mouth to allow Chris to slip her tongue in. "You're so soft," murmured Chris, releasing Sarah for a second. "Yes, it's always a surprise the first time with a girl," whispered Sarah. "Have you done this before then?" Chris asked leaning back but without relinquishing her hold on Sarah. "Oh yes, I'm bi. I thought you would just know." "I'm so naive," laughed Chris. "I never gave it a thought." "Does it bother you?" questioned Sarah, "Because the guys are bound to want to see us together if we let them." "I've never done it with a girl before," admitted Chris, "but I don't mind with you. At least I know where you've been," she joked. The truth was, that without really realising it, Chris had fancied Sarah for some time. She had always kidded herself by prefacing thoughts about her with, "I bet a bloke would like to..". Now the thought of caressing and kissing her was a big turn on and as Sarah stood up to take their glasses away, Chris could not resist the temptation to stroke her bottom. "Ooohhh, that's nice," Sarah purred, making no attempt to move away. She remained bending over in front of Chris, her hands on the table where the glasses were. Chris found herself slipping her hands up the outsides of Sarah's legs until she reached the bare skin above the stocking tops. Unsure of how to proceed, she allowed her hands to drift around to the back and on to the perfect bottom that she had admired so often. Caressing it with one hand, she moved her other between Sarah's legs and began to stroke the front of her pants. Sarah clamped Chris's wrist between her legs and straightened up. "Oh, that is gorgeous," she moaned, "do we need these men? "We need their money," Chris reminded her ruefully. The idea of spending the evening making love to Sarah was tempting, but, she reflected,there would be other times for that. Her thoughts were disturbed by a quiet knock at the door. Immediately, Chris began to panic. Swallowing quickly, she stared at Sarah. "What are we going to do?" "Answer the door?" replied Sarah calmly. "Remember, the aim of the exercise is to get them out again as quickly as possible but to ensure that they think they've had a good time. That way, they'll come back for more." "More?" thought Chris. "What have I got myself into? Do I really want to earn my keep in this way?" Shrugging, she got to her feet. In reality she knew she had no choice and she wasn't going to spoil things for Sarah. "Ok Sarah," she declared resolutely, "let's do it!" The wait for Sarah to return was one of perhaps ten seconds at the most. To Chris however, it seemed an eternity and she used the time to check her appearance in the mirror above the fire and to wipe her moist hands on down the back of her skirt. "Chris, this is Keith and Sahid," Sarah interrupted her. Spinning around, Chris could only just prevent herself from crying out with nerves. "Hello," she croaked, "Erm, can I get you both a drink." "That would be nice," replied Keith,"though I believe Sahid would prefer something soft. He's got to drive." Looking across to Keith's asian friend, Chris warmed to him immediately. His skin was of a gorgeous sheen and his jet black hair was mirrored in his eyebrows and eye lashes. He held her gaze for some few seconds and then smiled. "Whatever you fix for me will be alright I am sure," he teased. Turning to Keith, Chris caught sight of him handing an envelope to Sarah. "No turning back now," she thought but in fact the excitement of the situation was already getting to her and she was becoming very aroused. She broke her reverie to organise the drinks and went into the kitchen to fetch ice. When she returned Sarah was sitting on the arm of the settee beside Keith who was sitting at an angle in order to face her. As Chris entered with the drinks, Keith laughed to Sarah. "She doesn't know the rules does she?" "What rules?" Chris replied, mystified. "Waitresses always have to be topless at Keith's "club"," Sarah explained gently. "Oh, I'm sorrry, I didn't know." She faltered unsure of what to do. Sahid came to her rescue. "Shall I help?" Without waiting for an answer, he took the tray of drinks from her and placed them on the table. Swallowing deeply, Chris faced him and he began to unbutton her blouse. Once completely open at the front she offered him her cuffs to unbutton. Throughout the exercise she had looked at him and he had returned her gaze. Slipping the blouse off her shoulders he tossed it into an armchair. "That's better," grinned Keith. "Give us a twirl." There was an edge to his voice that suggested that this was an order, not a request. Obediently, Chris turned slowly around, her arms held above her head. "Very nice," Keith complimented her. "What do you think Sahid?" Moving behind Chris, Sahid placed his hands on to her breasts. He began to weigh them in each hand and supporting them in this way, started to roll her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. "This is it," reflected Chris. "I am allowing the free use of my body in exchange for money. I have become a prostitute." The thought did not appal her however and she found that she was enjoying Sahid's ministrations very much. She moaned quietly and allowed herself to lean back onto his chest. Keith meanwhile had removed Sarah's blouse to reveal her pert breasts and he too was caressing them gently. The situation lasted for a few seconds then Keith suggested that each girl remove the other's skirt. "Sure," replied Sarah as she stood up. Joining Keith on the sofa, Sahid prepared to enjoy the spectacle. Surprised at her own confidence, Chris approached Sarah. It seemed the most natural thing for both of them to move into a passionate embrace. Exploring Sarah's mouth with her tongue, Chris felt for the fastening of the other woman's skirt. It was a simple clip and unfastening it, Chris unwound the skirt and discarded it. It took Sarah a few seconds longer but soon Chris too was kicking off her skirt and breaking the clinch to face the men. "What now?" asked Sarah. Chris recognised the need to keep things moving and added, "What would you like us to do?" "The candle?" Keith's question was addressed to Sarah, as if enquiring whether she had briefed Chris or not. Without replying, Sarah took the candle from the sideboard and began to caress it. Sliding her tiny hands up and down it, her symbolism was obvious. "Do you want to do it?" she asked Keith. "Why not let Sahid perform the honours on our friend here?" he suggested. Chris giggled in what she hoped was a professional response. "Sure, how do you want me?" she asked, turning to the other man. Sahid got up without replying. Taking Chris by the shoulders, he led her to the back of an armchair. Pushing her gently, she understood that she was to bend over the chair. In this position, it was her face that Keith and Sarah could see and not her bottom and obediently she leant over the chair placing her hands on the arms to support her. Looking up she could see Sarah removing Keith's trousers and underwear and she was relieved to see him take off his own socks. The sight of naked men in socks always reduced her to helpless giggles and she felt that this was not the time for that. She stiffened momentarily as Sahid touched her. "Relax Christine," he whispered. Caressing her bottom, he slipped his fingers into the elastic of her pants and drew them down her legs. In response she opened her legs wider in anticipation of the candle. Once more Sahid's hands returned and he began to explore between her legs. Squelching noises announced her wetness and she felt the softness of his finger tips being replaced by the cool of the candle. She moaned in excitement (and fear?) as he placed the tip between the lips of her vagina. Sarah was watching her intently but firm pressure by Keith on the top of her head indicated what he wanted. Obediently she lowered her lips to his groin and took his prick into her mouth. He began to breath heavily in delight and shut his eyes momentarily. Sahid chose that moment to penetrate Chris with the candle. She grunted in surprise as he drove it deeply into her cunt. Anticipating a slow, gradual entry she was not prepared for it and she screwed up her face in pain. She could not prevent a second gasp escaping as he withdrew it and then drove in once again. "Sahid," complained Keith. "I missed the entry. You know that I always enjoy watching the girl's face." "No problem," grinned Sahid. "Watch this." Withdrawing the candle, Sahid used it to wipe Chris's moisture up the crack of her bottom. She was very wet and she could feel the coolness of the fluid around her anus. Sahid's hands probed her briefly and then before his intentions had become clear she felt the tip of the candle being lined up on her bottom. Opening her eyes wide in surprise she looked to Sarah for guidance. Sarah was still engaged face down on Keith's lap however though Chris's muffled scream as Sahid forced the candle into her bottom made her lift her head temporarily. "Oh God!" Chris cried. The candle felt huge and she was unable to move at all. Terrified that it would snap off inside her, she dared not wriggle and her immobility convinced Sahid that she was enjoying the experience. He slid it in and out, each new entry prompting another groan from Chris. She gripped the arms of the chair tightly and her gritted teeth forced her to hiss her breath out as the onslaught on her bottom continued. Clearly excited by his friend's use of the candle, Keith suggested to Sahid that they should swap girls. Unsure of whether this meant that she was to go to him or whether he would take over from Sahid, Chris remained motionless. To her relief, Sarah raised her head and stood up. Sahid withdrew the candle and Chris breathed a huge sigh of relief. She felt as if she had been winded and walked the few steps to Keith feeling as if she had run a marathon. She smiled at him, unsure of what he wanted her to do. His response was to stand up and move behind her. Leading her around the back of the settee he bent her over. "Not again," she prayed silently, catching Sarah's eyes as she too was pushed into a similar position over the chair. Sarah had been unaware of what Chris had had to take because of her activity in Keith's lap but she was not left ignorant for long. Once more Sahid used natural lubrication from her cunt to smear in and around her anus. More experienced than Chris, Sarah knew what to expect and forced herself to relax her bottom as much as possible. Even this however, could not prepare her for the girth of the candle and Chris watched her grimace as it was forced into her arse. Gripping the arms of the chair as Chris had done, Sarah tried hard to control her breathing. She felt as if she was being stretched to tearing point and it took all of her self control to prevent her from crying out. "How is it?" asked Sahid. "Great," Sarah lied. In truth it was an extraordinary feeling; intense pain mixed with a breathless feeling and an incredible weakness in her legs. Had she not been leaning on the chair she would have collapsed but she told herself to concentrate on relaxing as she tried to open her legs wider. Witnessing all of this, Chris felt a strange tenderness for the other woman. That she should be put in a situation such as this because of financial pressures was disgusting and Chris resolved to play her own part in drawing the session to a speedy and satisfying conclusion. Reaching back through her own legs, she guided Keith's prick into her cunt. He pushed in hard and began to bang her with a wild ferocity while Chris stroked his balls and her own clitoris at the same time. She had to admit that Keith knew what he was doing and the combination of his movements and the sight of what Sahid was doing to Sarah began to lead Chris to an orgasm. As she climaxed noisily, Sahid removed the candle and began to screw Sarah from behind. For a while all that could be heard in the room was the background music and the slap of abdomens on bottoms as the two women were whored. Having orgasmed once, Chris was heading towards another when, to her disappointment, Keith withdrew. She began to straighten up but felt him move back into position behind her. Before she could react he had placed the tip of his penis at the entrance to her anus and pushed in. Chris had never been buggered before but after her experience with the candle felt that the sensation was not an unpleasant one. Again she placed her hand back through her legs to caress Keith's balls. He was banging her hard and on the point of orgasm himself. "How shall I come?" he gasped. "How you like," she answered wondering what it would feel like to have him come in her bottom. Instead however, he pulled out and spinning Chris around pushed her down on the floor. Kneeling astride her chest he began to masturbate himself furiously. Within seconds he had come all over Chris's breasts, neck and face, groaning hysterically as he did so. "Oh, oh, ohhhhh!" he exclaimed as he collapsed off her onto the floor beside her. Not quite sure what to do next, she lay still beside him. She could still hear Sahid riding Sarah however and the accelerating pace of her friend's breathing told her that Sarah too was approaching orgasm. Intrigued, Chris knelt up and looked over the top of the settee. Sarah's eyes were shut but her face revealed her pleasure in what was being done to her. Still gripping the arms of the chair, her hair had fallen across her face and her back was glowing with perspiration. She began to urge Sahid on, her cries separated by deep breaths. "Yes, yes," she cried out in ecstasy. Recovered, Keith joined Chris in peering over the top of the settee just in time to see Sarah lift her head and cry out in orgasm. "Oh, oh, yes, yes!" Sahid struggled to withhold his own climax and succeeded by pulling out of Sarah who groaned in apparent disappointment. "Come here," he ordered Chris. Obediently she stood and moved across the room. "Lie down there," he pointed to the open space in front of the fire. Chris did as he directed. Keith's spunk was cooling on her now and she felt sticky and uncomfortable. Kneeling down so that his thighs were either side of her head, Sahid crooked his finger at Sarah. She knelt facing the fire with her knees touching Chris's side. Cradling Sahid's balls with her left hand, she began to masturbate him slowly. Lying beneath Sahid, Chris was an inch or so beneath his scrotum. She could see in minute detail the contours of his penis and balls and the movements of Sarah's hand which was barely big enough to encircle his prick. She could smell his warmth and lay in happy anticipation of his imminent orgasm. Suddenly, she felt her head being lifted, (by Keith she assumed) and supported so that her face was touching Sahid's bottom. "Lick him," Keith ordered and so she tentatively stretched her tongue up into the crevice of his bottom. His anus was easy to locate and Chris began to describe a circle around it with her tongue. Immediately she did so, Sahid cried out; an expression of intense pleasure erupted from him and simultaneously a jet of warm spunk again cascaded over her torso. Falling forward in orgasm, Sahid's thighs opened more and Chris was able to pursue her licking with greater ease. She was able to dart her tongue in and out of his anus and stimulated by this she pulled a hand up from her side and slid her little finger into his hole. He cried out again and again as if wounded and when he finally climbed off her she realised that his delight had been so intense that he had been unable to avoid dropping his head into a pool of spunk on Christine's belly. His forehead glistened in the firelight and he sat on the floor leaning back against the settee breathing heavily. "That was amazing, ladies," he finally managed to croak. "Truly amazing." "We're pleased you liked it," responded Sarah "and we'll look forward to seeing you again." "Is that it then?" asked Sahid, opening his eyes and looking at Keith in disappointment. "Was there something in particular you wanted?" Sarah asked, anxiously. "We're here to please," she added. Smiling, Keith replied. "Please each other." The two women had not moved from their positions in front of the fire. Sarah pushed Chris back down and began to lick her clean from the many spots of spunk that covered her. She was particularly fastidious with Christine's breasts and urged on by the men she sucked and nibbled on Christine's nipples. Swinging her leg over Christine's head she took up the postion that Sahid had vacated. She carried on licking down Chris's body, her tongue exploring the contours of the other woman's navel on the way. Then she was trailing her tongue through Chris's pubic hair and finally Chris felt her licking around her clitoris. For some indefinable reason it was different to when men had licked her and Chris responded by pushing her own tongue into Sarah's vagina. The taste was of wine, Chris discovered with surprise and she reflected that if the men were to let themselves out now, she would be happy to continue her cunnilingus as long as Sarah wanted her to. It was not long however before Sarah was pulled off Chris and rolled onto her back by Keith. Simultaneously, Sahid climbed between Chris's legs and lifting them up pulled her towards him so that her legs were draped over his shoulders. Without a pause, he entered her again and began to thrust hard once more. Keith had adopted the same position with Sarah so that the two men faced each other as they screwed their partners. Having come once, they were more relaxed now and each was pounding his girl powerfully. Once again, Chris could feel her excitement rising and the close proximity of Sarah accentuated it. The thought that Sarah's tongue had been in her cunt kept running through Chris's mind and she wondered whether she would ever have the courage to try and initiate a session with Sarah alone. Her thoughts were interrupted by Sahid clasping her breasts. He began to knead and squeeze them and then started pulling and tweaking her nipples. His face shone with perspiration and he was breathing rapidly. He smiled down at her, "Is it good? Are you enjoying it?" "It's fabulous," Chris responded automatically. In fact she was enjoying it immensely but it was the situation that was proving such a turn on, rather than the actual screwing. Keith tapped Sahid's shoulder at that point and Chris felt him withdrawing. Lowering her to the ground, he stood up and Chris allowed her legs to fall wide open. "Stay like that," whispered Keith who had also climbed off Sarah. Chris did as she was told, wondering what was coming next. Keith disappeared from view and then returned with the candle they had used earlier. Chris viewed it with resignation. She preferred live meat. Placing the candle in Sarah's hand, Keith indicated Chris. Sarah sat up and climbing over to the other side of Chris so as not to obstruct the men's vision, she knelt down beside her. She used one hand to stroke the inside of Chris's thigh before moving it up to spread her cunt lips. Placing the candle at the entrance to Chris's cunt she looked up at the men. "Do it!" urged Sahid. The candle was considerably bigger than either of the men had been and Chris felt herself stretching to accomodate it. Sarah was studying her eyes as she eased it in and she perceived the discomfort Chris felt. Withdrawing it, she began to push in again, gaining a little more distance this time. Chris slurped noisily as the candle was pushed in and a moan escaped her lips. After several strokes, Sarah was able to insert the candle for almost its entire length and Chris was groaning loudly each time she did so. Instinctively, Sarah began to stroke Chris's clitoris with her free hand and it was not long before Chris was crying out once more. "Yes, yes, yes," she screamed and began to lift her bottom to meet Sarah's thrusts. She began to knead her own breasts and pull at her nipples and in seconds the men were treated to the sight of Chris orgasming in front of them. Allowing her a few minutes to recover, Keith directed Sarah to kneel in front of the settee . Placing her hands onto the seat cushion, he announced, "Your turn now," and moved behind her. Readying herself for the anticipated screwing, Sarah felt one of the men mount her. It was Keith and he screwed her roughly, slamming himself into her until she was crying out on each entry. After a while, Sahid took his place and continued the furious pace while Keith directed Chris to masturbate him. Eventually, Sahid stopped, withdrew and rolled Sarah over. "Sit on the settee please," he asked. Doing as she was bid, Sarah placed herself on the edge of the settee. It was not Sahid's intent to screw her however and he gave her the candle to use on herself. "Make yourself come," he ordered as he knelt on the settee beside Sarah. On Sarah too, the candle was a tight fit but she was so wet she had little real difficulty in achieving maximum penetration. Using her free hand to work around her clitoris she was soon panting loudly once more. Her labours were not complete however, for Sahid pulled her head round to him and she realised that he wanted her to take him in the mouth. She settled back into the settee and allowed Sahid to fuck her mouth. She found keeping a rhythm difficult so allowed him to set the pace with his prick while her hands were busy between her legs. Observing the others, Keith directed Chris to kneel in front of him and he stood up so that she was facing his prick. Cradling his balls in her hands she took his prick into her mouth and began to lick and suck it. Soon she was allowing him to slide it deep into her mouth and felt him lifting her chin to look at him. "Can you take it all the way?" he asked. Chris shrugged but continued sucking. Taking her response as an affirmation, Keith held the back of Chris's head and began to thrust deeper and deeper into her mouth. Soon Chris could feel him at the back of her throat and she had to resist the urge to gag. For a few minutes their was relative quiet in the room as the two men fucked the women's mouths. Then Chris sensed an increased urgency in Keith's thrusting. Driving it even deeper into her mouth, he began to whimper and moan. "Oh God! I'm coming. Don't stop!" Having little choice in the matter, Chris merely allowed Keith to continue using her mouth. Deciding to help things along however, she removed one of her hands from his balls and began to work the fingers of it between the cheeks of his bottom. He started to nod furiously as she sought his anus. Finding it, she raised her eyebrows to him. "Yes, please," he responded. Chris tipped her finger forward slightly so that the nail was pointing down and pushed hard. After initial resistance she succeeded in forcing her finger in and began to rotate and move it. This proved too much for Keith who responded by ejaculating into her mouth. Though he had already orgasmed earlier, he still managed to produce enough come for her to have to swallow rapidly. Finally, he subsided and leant heavily on her. She felt his prick lose its intense hardness and as he withdrew it from her mouth, so she removed her finger from his arse. "You are amazing," he told her as she stood up to face him. Reaching up on tiptoe, she kissed him lightly on the forehead and then turned just in time to see Sahid jerking in Sarah's mouth. He moaned audibly and clasped her head tightly between his hands. Finally, he too was satisfied and fell away from Sarah onto the settee. Looking at the clock on the wall, he turned to Keith. "Much as I would like to spend the rest of my life here, we ought to be on our way." Nodding, Keith began to collect up his belongings and started to dress. Within five minutes the two women were alone and Sarah fetched the envelope that Keith had given her. Passing Chris a bundle of notes, Sarah, suddenly serious, said, "Here it is. I hope you think it is worth it." "No amount could ever make it worth it. Neither of us would do it by choice but we didn't get hurt. We have the money for another couple of weeks now." 3278 1.19/512345