Christina Shares the Love

Without even thinking about it, Christina pushed her ass against Claire, was rewarded with a throaty giggle. She felt breath tickle her ear as a hand slipped down her taut stomach and between her legs. "Oh, honey, you're so wet!" And she absolutely was, wet and hot and horny as fingers explored her eagerly, practically dripping with the thought of Isaac's incredible cock. How would it feel to have that big thing inside her? A feeling of near-intimidation mixed with anticipation filled Christina, warm and intoxicating like a sweet cocktail with a sharp alcoholic kick.

Christina's anticipation only deepened when Claire, after kissing her on the neck and giving her pussy one last stroke, stepped away; when Isaac took her place, his strong, masculine frame looming over her, it boiled up inside her like bubbles in champagne. As he casually adjusted her stance, spreading her legs wider and bending her deeper over the island, she felt the heat of his magnificent meat throbbing on her and fought the urge to grind back onto it.

She found herself grinning helplessly, breaking into a nervous giggle as Isaac pulled back a moment and slapped it against her firm ass with a satisfyingly weighty thwack. He was teasing her, she knew; reminding her of just how big it was, letting the anticipation drive her wild. And it was working; Christina was almost shivering with excitement as he dragged it down her ass crack, frotted the length of it against her sopping snatch.

"Mmmmm, sure you're ready for this?" asked Isaac, casually brushing her hair back from her face before running his hand down her side to rest on her hip. Christina, feeling like she was going out of her mind with expectation and not trusting what might come out of her mouth if she opened it, nodded emphatically. "Alright then..." She took a deep breath as he positioned the meaty head of it against her cunt and began to slowly push.

"Babe, wait a moment!"

"Oh, come on!" cried Christina unbelievingly, breaking into something between a laugh and a moan as Claire scooted round the island to face her.

"Sorry sweetie! I just wanted to see the look on your face when he puts it in," she explained brightly, eyes shining as she gazed expectantly at Christina.

"Alright then-" Isaac muttered to himself over Christina's shoulder, his grip on her hips tightening. She felt like screaming even before he was inside her; then she felt that hard black cock start to push inexorably into her wet cunt and all she could do was moan the obvious.

"It's so big!"

"Yeah, and you're so tight!" replied Isaac, steadily working his king-sized tool into her. The almost over-full sensation was pleasurable in a way exquisitely close to pain, pushing Christina to her limit as she tried to control her breathing. After a few moments, he eased off, giving her the chance to get used to the throbbing beast stretching her so deliciously.

Claire meanwhile was good as her word, gazing raptly at Christina's face, cheeks flush with excitement as her hand slid down over her pleasingly pudgy belly to her own pussy. For a moment she tore her gaze away to look over Christina's shoulder. "How much, babe?"

Isaac shifted his position a little and chuckled. "Not even half..." Despite herself, Christina gulped. "Want a little more?"

"I bet she does!" Claire settled her gaze back on Christina and smiled encouragingly.

Christina took a deep breath. "More, please!"

"Thought so!"

Isaac began to work his mighty cock back-and-forth, slowly fucking her deeper and deeper, skilfully filling Christina's cunt right to the brim. Now that the initial overwhelming shock had worn off a little, she found herself able to take more than she would have believed; she went from fear that she couldn't possibly take him all to determination that she would.

With every girthy inch slipping inside her Christina's pleasure intensified, rising with each slow-but-firm thrust Isaac gave her, building inexorably as she took him ever deeper. When at last she felt those heavy balls brush gently against her she laughed triumphantly with a deep sense of pride.

"All the way, babe?"

"Every inch!"

"I knew you could do it!" cried Claire happily, leaning forward to plant a wet mmmwwahh of a kiss on Christina's face.

"Wait, I think there's just-" Christina took a breath "-just a little more!" With that she pushed herself back against Isaac, taking the last quarter-of-an-inch into her hot cunt. Now she was absolutely, utterly, totally filled-up, and absolutely, utterly, totally loving it.

"Damn!" Isaac gasped, "Now it's really balls-deep!" Somewhere in the back of her mind, Christina found herself thinking about those weighty balls, wondering if his loads were as super-sized as his other assets. Her brief reverie concluded when Isaac pushed her deeper over the island and started to fuck her properly.

Just a short while ago Christina hadn't been entirely certain that she could take all of him; now she was being railed good and hard, moaning wantonly as Isaac pumped his fat prick into her, balls slapping against her rump with each thrust. Sure, Christina had been fucked harder by plenty of guys (and some gals); but none of them had been packing nearly so much meat as Isaac.

Instinctively she tightened her grip on the far edge of the tabletop as the powerful fucking he was giving her pushed her forward with each forceful thrust, one strong hand gripping her hip while the other rested on her shoulder. Soon she was bent all the way over, her full soft breasts squashed against the cool white marble; strands of hair fell damply across her face as beads of perspiration formed on her forehead.

Claire meanwhile was looking a little flushed herself, clearly loving the sight of this glamorous Hollywood bombshell being fucked into a sweaty mess by her super-hung husband. One hand was buried in her crotch, frigging herself hard as she watched the show; the other, which had been playing idly with a stiff nipple, reached out to brush Christina's hair back.

"Th- mmmm- thanks!" murmured Christina inanely, gazing up into a pair of emerald eyes as Isaac gave her ass a good squeeze and her cunt a particularly deep thrust. She was starting to wonder just how much longer either of them could hold out before cumming; caught between wanting to prolong the pleasure of this incredible deep-dicking and wanting to push forward to what she just knew was going to be a toe-curling intense orgasm. "Oh, fffuuuuckkk..." she moaned happily to nobody in particular.

Christina wasn't the only one starting to feel the exertion of this workout; Isaac was starting to breathe harder, hot against her neck as he kept up that unrelenting rhythm. Then, out of nowhere, a wicked smile appeared on Claire's cute face.

Isaac slowed the pace a little. "Hell, I recognise that look!" he chuckled. "What's on that dirty mind of yours, sweetie?"

"Ah, you know me so well!" purred Claire fondly. "Lift her up a moment, will you?" Christina, a little confused but more than willing to play along, felt a strong arm slide round her side and let it pull her back up from the island. "Yeah, like that-"

"What are you- ohhh." Claire reached over and slid the chiffon cake across the marble until it was directly in front of Christina. "Oh, that's naughty." she marvelled, before Isaac's arm returned to her hips and she let herself fall forwards.

With a deeply satisfying splat Christina's huge naturals struck the immaculately frosted creation, the weight of her perfect jugs smushing it violently apart. She just had time to giggle excitedly before Isaac resumed reaming her, balls slapping heavily with every delectably deep thrust. Of course, Christina had plenty of practice with gooey messes on her tits, but this was like nothing she'd ever done before. The soft buttercream frosting smeared across her chest, and that was just the beginning; the more Isaac fucked her hard from behind, the more the cake disintegrated beneath her massive chest. It was crushed relentlessly beneath her, the whipped-cream filling spurting from between the layers to mix messily with frosting.

Claire was practically clapping her hands with glee at the creamy fun she'd orchestrated, watching excitedly as a cake she'd worked on painstakingly was reduced to an unrecognisable mess by Christina's huge tits. The combination of the raw sexual stimulation she got from Isaac expertly fucking her with his massive cock, and the unexpected messy silliness of Claire's bright idea, was enough to finally push Christina over the edge. A burning wave of bliss swept through her, she had time to gasp "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna-", and then she did.

That incredible slab of meat filled her overstimulated pussy one last time, all the way in, and Christina was cumming, hard. Her gasps turned to almost a yell as orgasm exploded through her, every bit as intense as she'd hoped and then some. She arched her back and writhed her big tits against the ruin of Claire's cake as she came hard on Isaac's cock, moaning wordlessly with sheer pleasure.

Just as the initial rush started to subside she heard "Oh, Christina-" and felt his grip on her slacken. There was one last, tiny moment of anticipation; and then she felt him pulsing inside her, a torrent of hot cum spurting out of him to flood her well-fucked depths. She just lay there, feeling the weight of him against her as her own orgasm dissipated into a warm fog of pleasure, listening to him mumble something unintelligible whilst his wife cooed sweet nothings at the pair of them.

"Oh, I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did Christina!" At last he eased himself out of her, the absence making her momentarily feel cavernously empty, lifted his hands from her hips and pushed himself away.

Claire rolled her eyes theatrically. "Men only ask that question when they already know the answer!" And indeed it must have been very obvious that Christina had enjoyed that. She was breathing hard, flushed and sweaty, and some distant part of her was aware of the cum running down her thigh in a way that was not unpleasant. When she extracted herself from what had once been an elegant desert, her breasts were thoroughly coated in a glorious mix of frosting, cream, and the occasional raspberry. She tried to stand up, found herself somewhat unsteady on her feet, and instead simply turned around and leaned back against the island.

She was gratified to see that Isaac was looking far from fresh himself, even if he was considerably cleaner. Sweat was running down that strong, manly frame of his, he too was breathing heavily, and if he wasn't looking for something to keep him upright it was probably just out of misplaced machismo.

With a squeal of vicarious delight Claire bounded jigglingly across to her husband and kissed him full on the mouth, before dropping dutifully to her knees and slurping his softening cock clean.

By now Christina had recovered enough to make her way across the kitchen to the sink, albeit still a little wobbly. She splashed some water on her face, wiped away the sweat, brushed her hair back into place. Which didn't help much really, considering the state the rest of her was in, but she was in too good of a mood to worry about that. She filled a glass, drained it, filled it again, and turned to the others, who were chatting quietly enough that she couldn't quite make out their words.

"I don't- oh, thanks." He took the glass from Christina and drank it down as thirstily as she had.

"-bet she'll say it-" Claire murmured.

"You need to keep properly hydrated after that..." winked Christina.

"Ah well, maybe not this time," admitted Claire ruefully. Christina gave the pair a quizzical look.

"Oh, usually people make some joke about 'creampies'" explained Isaac with a smile, turning to put the empty glass on the side.

"Yeah, or a 'gooey filling', something like that," added Claire, reaching over to pluck a stray raspberry from Christina's breast and pop it into her mouth.

Christina considered the copious load he'd pumped into her and told herself she was too much of a lady to make such an obvious joke. "Usually? You mean you do this all the time?" She tried to sound surprised, but truthfully she could easily believe that they did; no way could anyone fuck that good without a lot of practice.

Claire swallowed the raspberry. "Well, I mean not all the time, but-"

"It's good to, uh, share the love, you know?" Isaac squeezed his soft-but-far-from-small cock with one hand and his wife's tummy with the other. "And there's plenty of us to go around, so..."

"How generous of you!" exclaimed Christina in the most saccharine tone she could manage. "Well, thanks for sharing your husband, Claire," she lowered her voice to a confidential tone, "I'm very grateful..."

"Oh, it was nothing," fluttered Claire, reaching over to scoop some of the creamy mess from Christina's boobs, "although -oh, that is nice- although, if you've gotten your breath back and you'd like to return the favour..."

"Why didn't I do that earlier?" wondered Christina quietly to herself, scraping up some of the frosting and sucking her fingers clean. "Mmmmm, delicious!" Creamily sweet, it melted in her mouth to release a delicate rose flavour. "Mmmm. Yes, sorry, where were we?"

"You were just about to eat my darling wife's pussy" interjected Isaac helpfully.

"Ah yes, of course." Christina licked her lips. "Shall we?"

"Absolutely!" Taking one of the chairs from the corner, Claire headed back towards the now somewhat less pristine island. "Oh, give me a hand will you? Thanks." With a hand on Christina's shoulder for balance she stepped up onto the chair, turned, and lowered her gloriously large rump onto the ruins of the cake; what Christina's jugs had left was utterly destroyed beneath the jiggly globes of Claire's fat ass. With a satisfied smile on her face she spread her legs wide to show off her cunt, pink and inviting.

A hand slipped down her soft body to spread her lips, twining through a damp tangle of blonde hair on the way. A very slight note of regret entered Claire's voice. "If I'd known, I'd have shaved, but-"

"Don't be silly," reassured Christina, "there's nothing wrong with keeping it natural. Makes a change from waxed Hollywood pussy!"

"Damn, sounds like I've been going to the wrong parties!" joked Isaac as he pulled the chair away and stepped aside to get a good view.

Christina shook her head ruefully. "Eh, it's not as much fun as it looks on TV, believe me." She laughed. "But enough about that-" With a hand on each thigh she leaned in and planted a wet kiss on Claire's belly-button, eliciting a delighted giggle, then worked her way down until she was up close and very personal with that delicious-looking pussy.

Without further ado, Christina buried her face in it and went to work, exploring the warm depths with an eager tongue. As confident in her sexual skills as she was, Christina wasn't entirely sure she could give Claire an orgasm as incredible as the one she'd had earlier; after all, being impaled on that monster cock had been a brand-new experience for her. But she was determined to do her best, using skills honed on the aforementioned Hollywood pussy to please this plump wifey's all-natural snatch.

She got in good and deep, burying her face in between those thick thighs as she licked, slurped, sucked away hungrily. Claire certainly wasn't shy about enjoying it; her earthy moans of lust were interrupted only by the occasional candy-sweet squeal, spurring Christina to ever-greater heights of rug-munching.

After a couple of minutes of relentless tongue-fucking, Christina pulled back to take a couple of deep breaths. "Honey, eating you is wonderful, you taste sooo good."

"She does, doesn't she," interjected Isaac, who was casually stroking his semi-hard cock as he watched the show; even after that big load it looked like he would be ready for more real soon.

"I do?" Claire bent down so Christina could give her a deep, cunt-flavoured kiss. "I do!" With that, she ran a hand through Christina's red hair and pushed her back down to finish the job. Redoubling her efforts, the grip on the back of her head served only to let her know how turned on her partner was getting; there was no way Christina was going to stop now, not until she'd made Claire cum.

Claire, who had been extremely aroused even before a Hollywood sex-goddess started going down on her, was close to the edge now. Her moaning got louder and louder, her grip involuntarily tightened; and then she came hot and hard against Christina's face. "Ooooooohhhhhhh! Fuck! Fuuuucckk!" she groaned, arching her back and tipping her head back as what was clearly an intense orgasm flooded through her.

As intense as the one her husband had given Christina? Maybe not, but as her loud moans subsided into heavy breathing and deep sighs, Claire didn't seem to have any complaints. With a guilty start, she released her iron grip on Christina's head. "Oh! I'm sorry, I-"

"No, don't be silly!" Christina grinned up at her, face shining wetly and breathing just as hard. Pushing herself up, she took a few aimless strides around the kitchen to stretch her limbs.

Claire hopped off the island with a furniture-rattling thump, stretched herself languidly. "Damn, I haven't had this much fun since I sat on that wedding cake." With a satisfied sigh she turned her head and looked down over her shoulder to admire the creamy white mess covering the wide expanse of her butt cheeks.

By now Isaac was fully-hard once more, gently stroking the girthy shaft as he watched the others cool down from their oral adventure. Christina couldn't take her eyes off it; even now the initial shock had worn off, the sight of that magnificent black cock stirred something deep within her. Clearing her throat, she tore her gaze away long enough to give him a mischievous smile and a lascivious wink. "Looks like there might be a little more left on the menu..."

He returned her smile with interest, squeezed his meat harder. "Yeah, I think there might be. Still hungry, Christina?"

"Oh, I've always got room for dessert!" she replied brightly. "And you know the funny thing about dessert? It always seems to go straight to my tits!" With that she cupped her incredible assets and squashed them together in the least subtle way imaginable.

"Hell yes, I've been wanting to get between those huge tits since the moment you walked in the door!"

"Really?" pondered Christina, feeling the slippery mix of cream and frosting beneath her fingers as she played with those majestic jugs in a way that was only mostly for his benefit. "That's kind of unusual; most guys want to fuck my tits way before they ever get to meet me!"

"Let's just say, this isn't the first time your tits have made him cum..."

"Yeah, I'll bet..." Christina purred, sinking to her knees in front of him, that incredible prick temptingly close to her face. On a whim she leaned forward briefly to gave the tip a quick kiss and was rewarded with a drop of pre-cum. "Claire honey, be a doll and fetch the whipped cream, would you?"

Eyes lighting up naughtily, Claire scampered off to retrieve the icing bag from the other side of the room. As she returned, Christina turned away from Isaac and bent back some, presenting her huge pert boobs to be covered. With a grin Claire positioned the bag at her crotch, aimed it at Christina and squeezed hard, sending a torrent of fluffy cream spurting all over those already messy boobs.

As her two new friends gazed spellbound, Christina rubbed the fresh cream all over her glorious milkers, making sure her epic rack was thoroughly coated. Gazing up at the big, strong man standing over her, she fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly. "Isaac? Would you please fuck my big tits with that lovely fat cock of yours?"