[~5700 words for 1257 & 1258]
While Christine was lost in her thoughts, Amy had taken advantage of Christine's distracted state to take off her borrowed bikini top.
Katherine's eyes were closed too, but some kind of sixth sense caused her to open them. When she did, she realized that Amy was stripping. She quietly hissed, "What are you doing?! Put your top back on, right now!"
Having lost her top, Amy was now shedding her bikini bottoms. She froze at Katherine's warning, then whispered her objection back, "But you said it was okay. You said I had to stay dressed unless you said 'otherwise', and you said that a few minutes ago."
Katherine thought back to all she'd said and finally whispered, "I did not!"
Amy admitted with a naughty grin, "Okay, technically you didn't, but you said 'other,' and that's more than half of the word."
Katherine just gave Amy a withering, disapproving stare and held it until Amy put her top back on.
Christine was completely oblivious to the fact the other two were even whispering, because she had drifted off into fantasyland. In her mind, she was sitting where she presently was in the hot tub, with her breasts just out of the water. Amy and Katherine were sitting where they were in real life as well, but somehow Alan was there too, sitting in the frothing water between her and Amy.
"I love this hot tub, Christine. Thanks so much for inviting us here," she heard Alan say in her dream.
"Yeah, well, I heard you live in a nice, big place, but you don't have one of your own," she replied.
"That's true," he said. "And speaking of nice, big things that I love - Christine, your breasts are fantastic." He reached out and put both hands on her rack.
Christine was stunned, and beyond appalled at his brazenness. She tried to move to the other side of the hot tub to get away from his grasping hands.
But Alan seemed not to notice her wide-eyed look, and he simply followed right behind her. In fact, he didn't just bring his hands back to her chest when he caught up with her, but he pulled her bathing suit's straps down her shoulders first, and then brought his hands back down to her now-naked chest.
Despite the fact that Christine could control Alan physically without even breaking a sweat, she gave up her feeble effort to move away from him.
He began rubbing her soft white breasts from behind. He continued speaking in a low voice, an intimate voice that excited yet unnerved her. "Ah, that's better. Now what was I saying? Oh yes. We're talking about your fantastic tits."
Christine protested, "Alan, I don't care who you are or how many women you've seduced, you can't just pull my top down and start playing with my breasts! That's outrageous! And by the way, that's what they are, breasts, not tits." Yet despite her angry words, she literally did not lift a hand to stop him.
Alan chuckled, amused but not dissuaded at all. "My mistake. Breasts, then. I'll tell you what. I'll stop playing with your breasts and focus instead just on your nipples. How's that?" He began pinching and pulling gently on her nipples, as if punctuating his spoken words.
She began panting, despite not wanting to do so. A part of her brain screamed, What are you doing?! Why aren't you stopping him?! But all she said was, "I don't see how that's... any better!"
She suddenly remembered her other guests, so she looked around frantically, hoping against hope that the other two weren't noticing.
In fact, Katherine was looking, but demurely turned away when she met Christine's eyes, saying, "Don't worry. I'm used to this kind of thing. I'll just pretend it's not happening." She closed her eyes, put her fingers in her ears, and began whistling the "Jeopardy!" game show song.
Amy laughed at that, especially the song, but then waved her hand through the air dismissively. "Christine, what's the big deal? That's Alan for you. He's like a big kid. Just humor him."
Christine still hadn't made any move to remove his hands, except for some sexy and utterly ineffectual squirming about. As he continued to toy with her very erect nipples, she asked Amy incredulously, "Are you saying I should just let him have his way with my breasts?"
Amy giggled, "What's the big deal? Let him have his fun. It's not like your breasts were busy doing something else, anyway."
"Well, I don't know..." She thought Amy's logic was ridiculous, but she still did nothing in response to Alan's groping except for more sexy wiggling and gyrating. In fact, what he was doing felt so good that she soon found herself thrusting her boobs outwards to make it easier for him to manipulate them.
Then Katherine sighed. "Oh God. And so it begins. Yet again. I'm gonna go inside. Can I have another Popsicle?" She pulled herself out of the water.
"Sure," Christine answered. She was extremely distracted by Alan's fingers pulling on both her nipples and panted as she asked, "But what do you mean by 'And so it begins?'"
"Ask Amy." Katherine was already up and walking towards the house, grabbing a towel as she went.
Christine looked helplessly at the hands now kneading her chest. She shook her head in disbelief and looked back up. "Amy?"
Amy replied, "Well, it's just that he's so relentless. Katherine doesn't want to watch yet another seduction. SHE thinks it's gross!" She rolled her eyes, acting like Katherine must be a fool.
Christine suddenly realized that Alan's wonderful work on her breasts had somehow made her oblivious to what was happening to the rest of her body. His thinly covered erection was not only probing her ass, but she was actively responding, rubbing her ass cheeks back against it. She managed to stop her hips from gyrating all over it, at least for the moment. "Wait! Seduction? Who said anything about seduction? Alan, get your hands off me!"
But he didn't reply. He was fully absorbed with her wet breasts. He certainly wasn't limiting himself to her nipples. Although that's where he was concentrating his attention,
his hands seemed to roam everywhere at once. At that moment he had raised both her perfect orbs and was holding them as if he owned them.
Amy sighed with sympathy. "Sorry, Christine, but you don't know the rules, do you? Once he touches your breasts, then it's all over. You'll be screaming his name as he fucks you in a matter of minutes. You know that song 'Magic Man' by Heart?"
"He's a magic man, he's got magic hands."
"It's kind of like that. You know how the mother tells her to 'Come on home, girl.'" She started to talk instead of sing:
"Too soon to lose my baby yet, my girl should be at home."
She gave a few words of explanation, "But the girl replies," - she switched back to singing, more passionately this time,
"But try to understand, try to understand,
try, try, try to understand, he's a magic man, YEAH! Ooooh!"
Amy was grooving to the song; she looked ready to break into a wailing air guitar solo.
Then Christine interrupted her. "Nonsense! That's just a song. Alan, take your hands off my breasts this instant!" She stood up and, to her surprise, he let her go.
He grinned. "Sure. My pleasure." He waded through the tub. Then he pulled himself out of the water and sat on the tub's edge. He still smiled wolfishly in Christine's direction while watching her every move even more closely than before.
As he was pulling away from her, Christine was surprised to find that her hips had immediately resumed their gyrations against his erection. Even more, she was amazed at how disappointed she felt when he moved further away, out of reach, as she had just asked.
In an angry huff, she also left the tub, striding over to stand above him. She said defiantly, with her hands on her hips. "This isn't over! What do you think you're doing to me?! This is an outrage!"
He looked up at her, but rather than reply verbally he just casually reached up to her pussy, which was conveniently close at hand as she towered over him. He immediately found her clit and began gently rubbing it through her bathing suit.
"Noooo!" She made a halfhearted effort to get away, but only ended up sitting down instead. She found herself on the edge of the hot tub right next to him, with her calves and feet in the water, just like him.
Part of her reacted with shock, realizing that now her body was even more conveniently positioned for him. The shock increased when she glanced down and realized that she hadn't even closed her legs.
"Is there some kind of problem?" He resumed his light massage through the thin material of her suit, now focusing on her pussy lips.
"Yes, there's a problem! Your hand is between my legs!"
"Yeah, I noticed that." He refocused his attention on her clit, driving her up the wall with the tantalizing teasing friction from his talented fingertips. The fact that he wasn't touching her there directly but only through the material of her suit was maddening for her.
She didn't know what to say. She was torn between yelling "Get away from me!" and "More! More! More!" The fact that she could hear Amy giggling occasionally deepened her humiliation, but the only thing she did in response was close her eyes and try to forget that Amy was there.
While Christine was completely distracted with Alan's clitoral stimulation, he brought his other hand to her taut belly and began stroking it. At the same time, he somehow also managed to pull her bathing suit down bit by bit, exposing more skin to explore.
Christine was horrified, but she decided there seemed to be some truth in Amy's "Magic Man" analogy, because she felt helpless to resist him. It was like there was some magical force preventing her from turning away or even closing her legs. Of course, it didn't hurt that she was extremely aroused before he even touched her. Now her arousal grew with each passing moment. Her heart was beating fast and her big rack was heaving up and down as she struggled to breathe.
Still, she had enough sense and resolve to cry out, "Amy! Do something! ... AMY! What are you doing?!"
Amy replied calmly, "What? I'm just getting out of the pool."
"I know, but you're naked!" Christine averted her eyes.
Amy was all smiles as she pulled herself out of the water. "I know. Isn't it great?"
Christine had heard rumors about Amy's love of nudity. She decided that she'd have to deal with that later; the more important immediate problem was the way that Alan's hands were wandering all over her. So she urgently appealed again, "Amy! Help me here with Alan. Please!"
"M'kay. Just hold your horses." There was a long pause, and then Amy added, "How's this?"
Christine had been looking away, since she felt it impolite to look anywhere near Amy's nude body.
But when she looked back in response to her question, she saw Alan's bathing suit was down his thighs and Amy's hands were pumping on his big erection.
Amy said, "You see? I'm getting him ready for you." Christine moaned in dismay. "No! Please! Don't be so helpful!"
But that wasn't Christine's only reaction. She gulped, torn between fear and excitement. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Alan's big erection. Every instinct in her body told her that she needed to feel that inside her, and soon.
He moved the crotch of Christine's bathing suit to the side to get free access to her entire pussy, then began running a finger up and down her pussy lips.
She sensed that this was the point of no return, the moment she absolutely had to stop him. But she just watched as he pushed a finger inside her hot folds. She was so wet, it slid right in. Good Lord! He's really gonna fuck me for sure! Amy's right - it's like he has some kind of magic!
She looked to Amy with desperation. She couldn't understand how Amy could be willing and even eager to share her boyfriend. "Amy, help me!"
The request had become all the more urgent because now two of Alan's fingers rhythmically pumped into her slit. It felt great, and normally Christine would have egged him on because she was so filled with desire, but she was upset at the way he was just taking her like he owned her.
To her surprise, Alan nodded at Amy, indicating she should help.
Amy let go of his erection and lifted Christine's ass off the concrete as he peeled Christine's bathing suit down her body.
Christine watched helplessly as the suit went down her legs and then came off her altogether. Then, as if adding insult to injury, Alan cocked his arm back like he was a quarterback throwing a long bomb, and tossed the bathing suit deep into the darkness towards some bushes.
"What'd you do that for?" Christine complained angrily, even as she let him resume fingering her pussy.
"You won't be needing that anymore," Alan purred into her ear. "Ever." He placed his other hand back onto one of her breasts and began kneading it.
Christine whined helplessly, "But I'm naked! Totally naked!" This was especially galling to her since he was still wearing his own bathing suit, although it was now down around his knees.
"Yep!" Amy happily agreed, while her hands continued pumping up and down on Alan's erection. In fact, both her arms were moving wildly back and forth, making her breasts bobble crazily as she gave the handjob her all. "Isn't it great?! He likes all his girls to be naked." She looked down significantly at her own nude form.
"But I don't want to just be one of his many girls," Christine complained. As if controlled by someone else, her hands reached out and found Alan's dick. "I want to be his MAIN girl!"
Amy's hands covered Alan's entire hard-on, but she gracefully withdrew, letting Christine take over jacking it off with one hand.
Alan's fingers were drilling deep into Christine's pussy now. Her ass was still planted firmly on the concrete, but she remained sitting up and that was the only part of her that
was relatively quiet. Her legs and arms flailed about wildly as her body was wracked with pleasure, over and over again.
Amy changed positions. She lay face down on the concrete, with her head towards Christine and her face just inches from Alan's erection. That way, she could more easily talk to Christine while concentrating on Alan's rod. Christine's hand was sliding up and down his pre-cum-soaked dick. (All the rubbing had dried the water off it quickly, but the pre-cum made a much better lubricant.) "Do you promise to share him?"
"Yes! Yes! I'll share! Anything!" She waited breathlessly for Amy's reply.
But Amy seemed to be in no hurry to answer. Although Christine was eagerly jacking Alan off, she was concentrating on his shaft and letting his cockhead be. Amy stretched her neck forward a little bit and cooed as she licked the mushroomy head all over. Finally, she seemed to remember the discussion and asked, "You're not gonna be all hoggy?"
Christine was having a hard time breathing, much less talking. But she managed to say, "No! No! You can- you can have- it all now!"
"Oh goody!" Amy swallowed all of Alan's cockhead and moaned with pleasure as it seemed to fill her entire mouth. But then she
pulled away and said, "You know what's even more fun: sharing. You can have it too." She went back to just licking around the head and especially his frenulum just below it, leaving the rest for Christine.
By this point Christine was so overwhelmed that all she could do was grasp firmly on the lower part of the shaft and erratically slide her hand up and down it every now and then. She was finally forced to give up her attempt to remain sitting. She leaned back onto the concrete patio, with only her feet still dangling in the water.
Alan was taking good care of one of Christine's nipples, so her other hand alternated between pinching her other nipple and pinching her clit. Sometimes she tried, weakly, to swat away the fingers that were relentlessly plowing her pussy, but only because what he was doing to her felt so good that she feared she might die of pleasure.
Amy was happily watching everything Alan was doing to Christine. "Feels good, huh? Alan doesn't just fuck you. Any guy can fuck, but he does more. He steals your soul. Soon, you'll be doing nothing but thinking about him, obsessing over him, until the only thing you want to do is please him and please his cock!"
Christine moaned even louder than she already was. She thought, Oh God. I think I'm already there! There goes my sanity. But I love it!
Amy observed Christine's body thrashing about in the water a bit longer, and then said, "Tell you what. As long as you promise to share his cock with every girl who wants it, why don't we both be his official girlfriends? A real man like him needs more than one; I've just been too selfish to admit it."
Christine anxiously looked to Alan's face. He nodded and smiled.
She was nearly hyperventilating now. "Oh, really?! No! Oh! Oh God! Amy! Thank you! Oh! Oh! Ohnoimgonnacum! Aaaaiiiiieeee!"
As she was hit by a powerful orgasm, she screamed, "Alan! Oh Alan! Take me! I'm yours!" Somewhere in the back of her mind she remembered that Amy had promised she'd be screaming his name in a matter of minutes, and realized that Amy was right, even if he still hadn't gotten around to actually fucking her yet.
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