Christina Shares the Love

Christina was running a little behind; so it was already late morning by the time she got where she was going. She was parked up outside a small house in a leafy suburb, set back from the road and nestled against a stand of flowering Sugar Maples; with the Spring sun shining brightly overhead it all looked rather pretty.

Pulling out her phone to double-check she had the right place, Christina noticed she had another message from Jamie apologising for having cancelled last night's date. She rolled her eyes and dismissed it; it was getting to the point where his fretting over it was the most irritating part of the whole thing. And it had been pretty irritating, getting bailed on at the last moment like that. Well, these things happen. She'd get in touch later, let him off the hook. No doubt he could make it up to her sometime...

For a moment or so Christina found herself daydreaming of just how he could make it up to her; then she shook her head, muttered "what am I doing?", and tried to ignore the hungry warmth within. She decided to get going before anything else could distract her, practically jumping out of the car and wincing as as she accidentally slammed the door with a little more force than was necessary.

It was warm enough that Christina left her jacket in the car, though the mown-grass scented breeze still held a touch of chill. Her outfit, an off-white blouse over charcoal slacks, was an informal one; a chic purse added a touch of glamour, to offset the minimal make-up. Of course, she was looking to make an impression; she was dressed casually, but not thoughtlessly. Granted her top, which on less-blessed women would have been rather modest, was showing some cleavage; but it was only the one button left open after all.

Without further ado Christina strode down the path and knocked on the door; it opened so promptly that her fist was still raised when she found herself face-to-face with a cheerful-looking woman. "Christina! Hi!"

"Um, hello!" Christina replied, feeling slightly awkward as she lowered her hand. "That was quick!"

"Hope I don't seem too eager!" the other woman replied brightly. "Saw you coming up the path. Anyways-" she stepped back into the hallway, "come on in."

Christina stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind her. "So you must be Claire, then?"

"That's me!" Claire was an attractive woman, maybe a few years younger than Christina, with an infectious grin, a cute button nose, and what could only be described as a very full figure. Unlike Christina's classic hourglass, Claire's pear-shaped figure was bottom-heavy, with her far-from-small chest, full tummy, and broad womanly hips. "It's so good to meet you in person, I- oh, would you mind taking your shoes off inside? Thanks- I've been so excited ever since we spoke last week."

"Oh, me too, I can't wait to sample your work!" Following on stockinged feet, Christina tried not to dwell on the way Claire's floral-print peasant dress draped over the full curves of a fat, round ass. Silently cursing Jamie for leaving her hanging, she tore her eyes away and instead tried to appreciate the décor instead; homespun and homely, all light wood and soft pastels, overall the aesthetic was cozy and warm, if perhaps a little twee.

Stepping to one side, beneath a woodburned 'Share the Love!' sign, Claire curtseyed playfully and waved Christina through a door at the end of the hallway. "And this is my husband, Isaac."

Brushing past Claire in the narrow hallway, Christina stepped through into the empty kitchen area. "Is it? Are you sure?" The space was dominated by a large island table in the centre, its white marble top clear save for a large cake. "Unless he's hiding in the refrigerator?"

"I don't think he'd fit?" Claire cocked her head thoughtfully. "Although, maybe?" It was pretty sizeable, styled like something out of the '50s. "Probably hiding in his den so he can pretend he wasn't dying to meet you."

"Well, I do have that effect on men sometimes," winked Christina.

"Yeah, I'll bet," Claire chuckled throatily. "Anyways-" she gestured vaguely around the room, "-this is where the magic happens!" Despite all the work-surfaces, cupboards, utensil racks, a huge sink, and so on, the kitchen actually felt quite spacious due to its high ceiling and the fact that it only had three walls; instead of the fourth there was a couple of steps transitioning down into a cozy lounge area.

"Could have fooled me, I don't think my kitchen has ever been this clean!" marvelled Christina, wandering closer to the island and admiring the perfectly-iced cake atop it. Indeed it was, sparklingly clean, with every bowl, spoon, and container being in just the right spot; an ever-so-faint scent of sugar and vanilla was the only clue it had been used recently.

"Well, there's a reason for that -- these days you can't just bake cakes, you have to make it look good on social media too." Claire shrugged, "People want to see the perfect, effortless fantasy version of the business, not the messy reality behind the scenes."

"Yeah, that sounds familiar," sympathised Christina, thinking about all the hours she'd spent over the years making herself look 'casually dressed' for interviews and photo-shoots. "Which is why I need someone else to do all the hard work while I play hostess!"

"Absolutely!" smiled Claire. "So, this 'little event' of yours, it's going to be more of an informal affair? Because, you know, if we could get some pictures on Instagram, have you lend us a little of that glamour-"

"Well, I'm sure we can work something out," replied Christina airily, idly wondering just how much cleavage would be appropriate for such an occasion. Claire looked her up-and-down with a knowing wink; she adjusted her estimate upwards. "But first-"

"Way ahead of you!" Claire ducked into the pantry and returned with a plate piled high with various treats. "Made these yesterday, ready for you to try. I thought mostly smaller things would be best, cupcakes and brownies?"

"Ooh, that sounds perfect! I can't wait to try them." Christina found herself licking her lips, tried to cover it with a cough. "And what's that?" she nodded at the cake.

"This," Claire cleared her throat discreetly, adopted a mock-serious tone, "this is a three-layer Chiffon cake, filled with whipped cream, frosted with rose meringue buttercream, and decorated with halved raspberries." She regarded her creation with well-deserved pride and a warm smile. "This kitchen was a lot messier yesterday, I can tell you!"

"You must have spent almost as long cleaning it afterwards!"

"She's not cleaned this kitchen even once!" laughed a voice from behind Christina, who turned to see a handsome, broad-shouldered black man enter the lounge area, crossing to the foot of the steps.

"Well, I have to keep you around for something," giggled Claire, using her temporary height advantage to bend down and kiss him on the forehead.

"You must be Isaac," Christina smiled, "so nice to meet you!"

Stepping up into the kitchen, he reached out and shook her hand. "The pleasure's all mine."

Christina found herself replying "Oh, I expect there's enough to go round," in a jokingly-coquettish tone, quickly glanced over at Claire to see if she'd crossed a line.

Claire just smiled, murmured "You can say that again," opened a cupboard and pulled out a clatter of cups. "How do you like your coffee?"

"Black, no sugar, please."

"Sure thing, let me just-" Claire filled three of the cups, added a spoonful of honey to one, a generous dollop of cream to the second, and handed the last to Christina. "Right then." She gestured towards the lounge area. "Shall we?"

The trio descended to the lounge area and settled into the overstuffed couch, Christina seated snugly in the middle, feeling surprisingly comfortable nestled between Isaac and Claire. Even though they'd only just met, she found herself relaxing happily with the pair, small talk flowing easily as they sampled an array of delicious treats.

"-so these cupcakes are all the same flavour?"

"Yeah, it's only the colouring that's different. Oh, you've got frosting on your- No, the other side."

"Here, let me-" Isaac reached over and wiped a stray blob of marshmallow frosting from Christina's chin.

Christina leaned forward and stretched herself for a moment, then let herself relax back. The couch was probably a little too small for three people, and she was increasingly aware of the physical closeness of Claire and Isaac. They were constantly brushing up against each other in a way that was not entirely innocent. At least, Christina didn't feel particularly innocent, a warm feeling of indulgence spreading through her as she let this big strong man and big soft woman feed her sweet things.

As the conversation continued, increasingly flirty banter interspersed with yet another rich, creamily flavoured little cake. The three seemed to get closer and closer together, 'accidentally' touching each other a little more each time, until-

"Isaac? Is that your hand I can feel on my thigh?" Well, it couldn't have been Claire, who had her hands full brushing crumbs off her dress; she smiled, ever-so-slightly.

"I hope that's not a problem?" His breath tickled her ear, not unpleasantly.

"Not at all. It's just-" Christina turned her body away from him and lay back against him, let her head rest on his shoulder as she faced his wife. "I think it might be better somewhere else? Here, let me-" Taking his hand in hers, she guided it up to nestle under her left breast; he took the hint and began to fondle her, feeling the weight of her flesh in his strong hand.

Claire watched him grope Christina with a broad, approving smile, then reached across to cop a feel of her own. Christina just lay back and let the two of them play with her magnificent boobs, squeezing and rubbing her through her clothes. The way other people tended to fixate on her chest, however understandable it might be, could be irritating at times; but as much as it irritated Christina sometimes, the truth was she did like getting her tits played with. She slipped her right hand up under Isaac's shirt, relished the muscular firmness of his body; her left found Claire's breasts, soft and warm under her dress. She moaned contentedly, felt Isaac kiss the back of her neck.

"Hey, Claire? What's the most luxurious desert you've got?"

A true master of her craft, Claire didn't hesitate a moment -- not even playing with Christina's huge naturals could distract her. "This-" she plucked a brownie from the plate with her free hand, "-is a spiced dark-chocolate brownie, with chunks of salted-fudge and rum-soaked raisins." She held it up for Christina to take a bite. "It is the most decadent thing you can do with your clothes on."

"Well, I don't know about that," giggled Christina before taking a bite. It was precisely the right balance between firm and gooey, rich chocolatey warmth flooding her mouth as she chewed it. She swallowed, ran her tongue round her mouth. "Actually, I think it might be? Mmm." She leaned in and kissed Claire on the mouth in a happy tangle of lips and tongues, turned and did the same to Isaac, then stood up from the couch. "So I guess now we have to take our clothes off."

"Can't argue with that!" The three of them separated a little for room and began undressing. Christina got down to her bra and panties, then turned to check out the others. Claire, obviously not a woman to drag her feet, was stark naked already; Christina looked her up-and-down appreciatively. By Hollywood standards, she would definitely have been considered fat; from the perspective of the real world, plump was more like it. Chubby, maybe. Whatever word you used, from her full, soft breasts to her fat, round ass she was gloriously, delectably thick. Almost as sexy as her figure was her attitude -- from the way she stood to the smile on her face, everything about her spoke of absolute confidence in her body.

Isaac meanwhile was down to a pair of midnight-blue boxers, seemingly content to leave it at that for the moment. Christina's eyes were drawn to the sizeable bulge tenting those shorts; the thought of just how much exactly he was packing underneath them only heightened her desire. As did the rest of him; he had the build of a former athlete who has relaxed some but not gone to seed. Though his stocky, muscular physique didn't have the perfect, fresh-from-the-gym definition of a typical Hollywood hunk, he was undeniably a big, strong man in a way that stirred something deep within Christina.

"Well, guess that just leaves me then," Christina murmured to herself, turning away from the others to remove her underwear in the slinkiest way she could manage. Turning back she struck a pose, letting them feast their eyes on her gloriously big, pert boobs, proudly displaying her bombshell figure for their delectation. After a few moments she reached down and picked up the remains of the brownie, popped it into her mouth and chewed -- the orgasmic moan that followed was only mostly for show.

Christina casually brushed away a stray crumb from her breast -- it left a smear of chocolate on the white expanse of her skin. She smiled. "Now I know you guys have whipped cream somewhere round here..."

The both of them lit up like it was Christmas morning, Claire scampering off to the kitchen in a hurry and returning with a bulging icing bag. Suppressing a laugh, Christina just stood there with her back straight and her chest pushed out, ready to be decorated. Claire however looked totally serious as she expertly piped whipped cream onto Christina's massive milkers, her tongue sticking out the corner of her mouth as she covered them expertly in an even layer of fluffy white.

"She's done this before, hasn't she?" giggled Christina, admiring the way Isaac's bulge shifted in his shorts.

"Once or twice," he admitted, "you too, I think."

"Absolutely! Always out of a spray can before though."

"I won't even dignify that with a response," muttered Claire, stepping back to admire her work. "Perfect!" She placed the half-empty bag to one side and licked her lips. They stood there for a moment, admiring Christina's cream-covered jugs; then she was in shrieks of laughter as they fell on her in unison.

They slurped away hungrily, lapping cool cream from warm skin, pausing occasionally to swap sweetly messy kisses and to suck on her oh-so-sensitive nipples. Christina gazed down at them indulgently; if she liked getting her huge tits played with, she loved this kind of oral attention, her desire burning hotter and hotter as Isaac and Claire worshipped her with their mouths.

In seemingly no time it was all gone, every inch of her fulsome bosom licked clean twice over by the horny couple before her; they celebrated with a particularly deep kiss, Claire rubbing casually at that big bulge in his shorts as he lingered a hand on her thick thigh. Christina couldn't wait any longer; she needed to see what was under there...

"Mmm, I think it's my turn to get a taste," she purred, sinking to her knees in front of Isaac, hooking her fingers in his waistband and-

"Oh, I love this part," Claire murmured to herself as Christina began to pull Isaac's boxers down. For a moment they caught on that oh-so-promising bulge, giving her just enough time to wonder what Claire meant; then they were over-and-off, forgotten in her hands as Christina sat there in open-mouthed surprise. It was big. Not super long -- maybe a bit over seven inches? - but it was thick. Very, very, thick.

Genuinely surprised by the unexpected enormity of Isaac's magnificent black cock, Christina blinked slowly; when she opened her eyes it was still there, girthy and hard and inches away from her face. She looked up past it, making eye contact with Isaac. "That," she said, in the artificially breezy tone she usually reserved for daytime TV interviews, "that is the fattest cock I have ever seen." At least, it was absolutely the fattest cock she'd ever seen in real life. Maybe she'd seen bigger in porn? Maybe. And she had seen dildos with more thickness, although she'd always assumed they were mostly intended as risqué gifts.

"Yeah, I get that a lot."

"And modest too!" Claire heckled fondly; he just grinned and pushed his monster prick a little closer to Christina's awestruck face. Christina swallowed and realised that her mouth was literally watering; she told herself it was just the delicious deserts she'd sampled. "Oh, don't let it intimidate you," giggled Claire, "it's very friendly! Here, why don't you take a taste?"

Retrieving the icing bag, she carefully piped a stripe of fluffy white cream along his full length; Christina took a moment to admire the way it looked against his beautiful dark meat, before yielding to temptation. She gave it a long, slow lick, from base to tip; and then another, and another. She licked at it like a lollipop, lapping up every drop of cream from his hot, throbbing cock; it was a tribute to Claire's craft that even with her mouth on this jaw-dropping fuckstick, Christina still noticed the citrus tang undercutting the perfectly-sweet taste.

There was absolutely no way on Earth that Christina was going to even try and throat that thing; so instead she just took as much as was comfortable into her mouth, bobbing back-and-forth and swirling her tongue around the head.

Pulling her mouth off, she let the head pop between her lips, shining with drool and pre-cum. Shuffling forward a little, she sat back on her haunches and let it rest on her upturned face, nuzzling against it eagerly as she marvelled at the weight of it. She heard him mutter "Oh, fuck, that's hot..." somewhere up above, moved in deeper so she could give each of his big, heavy balls a loving tongue-bath.

That done, Christina sat back on her heels, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, rose to her feet. "So-" Linking her hands behind her back she stretched, rising onto her toes as she arched her back and thrust her considerable chest out. She held for a few moments, letting the others drink in the view; then relaxed with a deep sigh. "-so, where do we go from here?"

"Well... we could go to the bedroom if you'd like?" suggested Claire, brushing against Christina as she slipped past, a hand trailing casually across her husband's chest. "Or...?"

"I could sit on the couch and you can ride me?" pondered Isaac as his own hand slid over the small of Claire's back to cup her backside and give it a good squeeze. Christina took a moment to admire the aesthetic appeal of dark fingers digging into the soft, pale flesh of Claire's fat ass.

"Yeah, he loves that!" smiled Claire, returning the favour by giving his fuckstick an equally good squeeze; pale fingers wrapped round the dark meat of Isaac's fat cock looked just as striking.

"Hmmm..." Christina pondered her options, cocking her head and touching her chin in the classical 'thinking' pose; then the answer came to her. "Actually-" They gazed at her so expectantly she had to stifle the urge to laugh. "Actually, if I'm going to take that thing on?" Claire smiled proudly and gave him another squeeze; a droplet of pre-cum caught the light as it dripped to the carpet. "I'm going to have to brace myself!"

Christina turned and headed up the steps to the kitchen area, striding up to the island in the most hip-wiggling fashion she could manage. She carefully slid the cake to one side, gave the other two a wink; then without further ado bent herself over, legs spread, forearms resting on the spotless table-top. She felt her nipples brush against cool, hard marble; a moment later Claire was pressing against her from behind, the soft warmth of full breasts and tummy squashing against Christina's back.