More Stories'
with Pictures Too!
Eric continued stroking her thighs. Kristina felt as though she were in a wonderful dream world. Ever since her bubble bath and the Chablis, she had felt her metabolism drop a level or two -- she was in a very relaxed state, and Eric's gentle stroking was like a mantra, keeping her there.
On the other hand, the scene that was enfolding in front of her was enough to arouse even the comatose.
At Kristina's direction, Paul knelt in front of Augustine and took his thick, hard cock into his mouth. He moved his head back and forth and Kristina could see the dark foreskin pull and retreat, pull and retreat. From time to time Paul would take the phallus out of his mouth entirely and play with it, partly for his own sake, and partly to display it more fully to Kristina. He would gently frig the African's cock, gripping it in various ways, raising it, squeezing it, teasing it.
Through it all, the African remained placid, unmoved. Like a thick, black model for a sculptor. Even when the Frenchman dipped beneath his legs and took first one ripe testicle, then the other, into his mouth, Augustine remained unmoved. He stood stolidly with his thick arms laced behind his head. He kept his dark yellow eyes directly on Kristina, as if he were looking right through her panties, her bra. His cock, throughout out it all, stood stiff and thick.
Eric's gentle ministrations had now reached to Kristina's cunt. He reached under her panties and slowly traced his finger down her cleft. Over and over, always gently. Eventually he inserted, only marginally, his index finger between the lips of her vulva. It was just enough to raise her right outer labia slightly away from her pubis. Then he slipped his thumb as well under the silk of her panties and took her puffy right lip between his thumb and forefinger.
He gently massaged and caressed that lip from top to bottom -- slowly, carefully, undemandingly. Kristina could feel the blood flowing to her cunt, filling, engorging all her vulva. With other lovers, this was about the point where they would want to mount her or start frigging her clit. But Eric just went on and on, almost sonambulistically. She was glad. She did not want to come yet. She redirected her attention to Paul and Augustine.
The wiry Frenchman's long thick cock was also at full attention. Kristina could sense that he was getting more aroused than Augustine from the man-to-man caressing. He looked very aroused. Almost on the point of coming. She did not want that -- yet.
"I have a little test for you, Paul," said Kristina. "A very pleasant one, but still a test." She caught the Frenchman at an awkward moment. He had managed to take both of Augustine's large balls into his mouth and was sucking away on them, while frigging the African's cock with both hands. Still he stopped and looked at Kristina for directions. He slowly let the other man's nuts -- dark and full and wet -- slide from his mouth.
"I want you to fuck Augustine in the ass."
Kristina thought she saw a glimmer of delight in the Frenchman's eyes. But he said nothing. Kristina looked at Augustine. She saw no reaction at all in the African's eyes.
"This may be a test for you, too, Augustine. At any rate, I do not want either of you to come. Not yet. I want both of your first ejaculations tonight to be in me. Paul, there is some butter with the food that you brought. Get it."
Paul got up and went to the footlocker. At the same time, Augustine got down on his hands and knees, his thick muscled rump facing Kristina. He did not have to be told that she wanted a full, unimpeded view of the penetration.
Eric, meanwhile, continued paying silent, gentle homage to Kristina's pussy. After playing softly with her right labia for the longest, sweetest time, he had slipped his other thumb and index finger under the left side of her panties and repeated his actions there. He slowly, gently massaged both her cunt lips. Softly repeatedly, until she was wet, nearly to overflowing. He never intruded past her outer lips, never yet touched her clitoris, never yet moved to her vaginal opening.
Paul took a fresh stick of butter, by now slightly warmed from the room air, and moved behind Augustine. Paul started to part the man's taut, black buns.
"Augustine," Kristina said, "I want to see better. Reach back yourself and hold your asscheeks apart while Paul greases you."
The African reached to a nearby sofa, took a cushion, and lay it on the ground, for a place to rest his head, now that his arms would be busy and could no longer support him. With head down, he reached behind himself and spread his cheeks.
Kristina saw the dark, dark puckered hole at the center of him, a tight little spot that was somehow even blacker than the rest of him. Paul began daubing butter down his crack and all the way around the hole. Then he took his finger and applied some directly to the tight ring of Augustine's anus. Then, as if he had surely done such a thing before, he coated his little finger with butter and gently insinuated it into the recumbent's ass. Kristina finally saw Augustine react. He shuddered just the slightest bit as the finger moved past his tight sphincter.
Paul repeated the action with his other fingers, each progressively larger. Finally he slipped a buttered thumb into Augustine's ass, stretching the opening still more. He left his thumb there while he squeezed what was left of the stick of butter with his other hand. Then he coated and annointed his sitf, long cock with that buttery hand. Most of the butter was soft and gelatinous by now. But here and there Kristina could still see hard little yellow bits. One bit stuck right on the end of Paul's tan bobbing penis. Another bit was right at the opening of Augustine's ass.
She had never seen men fuck before. Had never even been that interested in it, had even been, at least on the conscious level, somewhat repulsed. Now she was fascinated and enormously excited at the thought of men engaging in sex together.
She was so focussed on what she was about to see, that she hadn't reallly noticed what Eric was doing, though she had certainly felt things quickening, heating up at her crotch. She looked down and saw that the gorgeous young beach boy had been busy indeed.
After playing, under her panties, for the longest time with her outer labia, Eric had taken the crotch of her panties, drawn it into a slender strip of fabric, and tucked it right down the middle of her vulva. Kristina looked down now at herself and saw only a thong of peach-colored silk disappear between her pussy lips. Her thick brown curls stood out on either side. Eric did not look at her. His eyes were on her crotch and his hands on her panties. He was gently see-sawing the thong of silk back and forth along her split. At the top of the see-saw, the silk slid across her clitoris, stimulating it directly for the first time tonight, and causing Kristina to close her eyes and take a very deep breath. By Vincent Newman Part 3 Coming Soon.....