Date: Thu, 25 Jun 2015 20:41:20 +0100
From: Rachael Babyface King <rachaelbf@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Chrissie - My Biggest Fan Part 5

A strange dedication for this chapter .... Sending all of my best wishes to
all of those injured at the Alton Towers theme park in Staffordshire,
especially to the four young people who were so badly hurt.  The timing of
my chapter in a theme park couldn't be worse.  My apologies but I hope the
reader can enjoy the story as it was intended, with Kleenex!

That aside, I hope you enjoy the chapter and send me your lovely emails as
usual and continue to support Nifty.  If you shouldn't be here, bugger off!
But if you like being here, welcome in, put your feet up and enjoy some hot
sexy scenes.  This one is a good one I think!!


Chrissie – My Biggest Fan - Part 5

Without trying to be modest, we attracted a lot of attention as we walked
towards the funfair.  For the most part, it was not because our tops were a
tiny bit see-through, it was because there was two, short and pretty girls
skipping along, linking and laughing.  It felt so good, so carefree and so
natural.  We were both in that sublime, happy zone.

We paid for our wristbands and Chrissie, her excitement level reaching a
bursting point, asked which ride we should go on first.  I pointed over my
shoulder to the `Big One', a ridiculously high roller-coaster and Chrissie
began an immediate, nervous laugh.

"You can't shout at me if I throw up!"  She said as she looked up to see a
carriage hurtling down the vertical drop, "And that is a real possibility!"

"Just turn away from me!"  I scolded, "This skirt is designer!"

Chrissie took a swipe at my bum but I darted away before she could make
contact.  We ran to the ride and joined the queue where we immediately
began a game of guessing who else may be likely to puke on this ride.  We
noticed a group of lads, all acting macho and decided that every single one
of them deserved to be covered in sick at the end.  Our raucous laughter
was becoming a little infectious around us, even though nobody could hear
what we were saying.  Despite the fun we were having, I tried to calm
Chrissie a little, knowing only too well from previous experience that
getting on a ride while being over-excited was asking for trouble at the
tummy-turning bits.  We both sipped at our water as the queue dwindled down
and in no time at all, we were shown to our seats on the ride, right at the
front.

Now let me be clear here.  I have always loved funfair rides but the Big
One is as scary as Hell.  Your heart starts pumping as the car begins its
ascent and you get a fantastic view of Blackpool but when it reaches the
top, things get wild.  There was no romance on that front seat, we were
both gripping the handrail, waiting for grim death, knuckles white and at
the final moment, we looked into each other's eyes and I think it was like
looking in a mirror.  Chrissie had lost all colour in her face and when the
car lurched into its descent, we both let out a blood curdling scream and
we looked forward to witness the sheer drop before us.  We shot down the
200ft drop at over a 100mph, pure panic and adrenaline coursing through our
bodies.  The ride hit its twists and turns with violent force and in a
matter of seconds, we came to a sharp halt back at the station.  I helped
the trembling Chrissie from the car and her face was ghostly white.

"Are you OK?"  I asked softly

Chrissie was swallowing hard and shaking, "I feel a bit sick!"

I handed her the water and she took a few sips as the other passengers
filed past us.  The rowdy lads from earlier made a few sarcastic comments
as they passed us but one of them looked worse than Chrissie and was
desperately trying to compose himself but threw up violently, just a few
feet in front of us.  The howls of derision from his friends quickly took
the focus off my girl and despite the fact that we both laughed, I couldn't
help but feel sympathy for the lad in front of his mates.

Chrissie soon regained some colour and we went out to find our next ride.
I thought she would want something a little tamer but within a few minutes,
we were approaching `The Revolution' which was another roller-coaster which
did a single loop-the-loop at breakneck speed.

"Are you sure?"  I asked, not too convinced that I wanted to go on myself.

"Too right!"  She said with an evil grin, "You're not wimping out on me are
you Rach?"

I pinched her bum hard and she yelped, trying to get me back but I caught
her and pulled her to me and kissed her hard on the lips.  It was only a
quick kiss but the look on her face was priceless.  She curled her lips
inside on themselves and stared wide-eyed at me.

"What's up Chrissie?  That's what a girl does to her girlfriend!"

She released her lips and a broad grin appeared.  She leant forward,
tentatively at first, closing her eyes as our lips met again, softer and
more passionately.  Again, it only lasted a few moments but it was long
enough to hear a wolf whistle from a guy and a disgusted gasp from an old
woman.  As the kiss broke, I grabbed Chrissie's hand and dragged her to the
queue.

"You better get used to public shows of affection!"  I called as we ran.
Chrissie just giggled behind me, squeezing my hand a little tighter.  I
glanced back as we ran and her tiny boobs bounced a little with each step.
Oh how a wanted to just stop and kiss them all over, but no, that may be a
little inappropriate!  It didn't stop me imagining though and anyone with a
pulse who saw us running that day, they would be imagining the same,
probably of both of us!

The Revolution was another `tummy-turner' but we both survived, unscathed.
We then spent the next couple of hours flitting between scary and silly
rides, generally having an awesome day out.  It felt so natural and for the
most part, the events of the last 24 hours were the furthest thing from our
minds.  It was hard to believe that I had known Chrissie for such a short
time because today, it felt like I had known her forever.  We seemed to be
so `in tune' with each other and our smiles were fixed in place.

As is normal in a Lancashire seaside town, the early afternoon brought a
little bit of cloud cover and it started to cool a little.  We both giggled
a little as we noticed each other's nipples begin to show through our tops
as the cooler air took hold.  It was then that I deliberately suggested a
particular, final ride.  It was time to visit `Valhalla'.

The literal translation of the Norse word Valhalla, is `Hall of the Slain'.
In Blackpool, it translated into an indoor, mostly dark, complete bitch of
a log flume.  The ride went through a room at minus 20 degrees and another
at over 40 degrees (Celsius) and it had several, serious drops.  Some of
them were forward but one of the biggest ones was in reverse and I knew
from a previous visit that it was well worth spending an extra quid on a
plastic raincoat or you were going to get extremely wet.  I mentioned the
shawls to Chrissie as we approached the ride, situated at the rear of the
park, but she laughed.

"But Rachael!"  She said, like a sarcastic mother, "It was you who
suggested the thin tops!  Are you scared of it becoming see-through?"

I gasped, "I'm game if you are, I just thought .... well I .....What the
Hell happened to the sweet and innocent Chrissie?"

Chrissie stopped walking and pulled me to her, kissing me softly, "She
disappeared when I found you online!  And I thank you for that!"  She
kissed me again, "Now let's go and get wet!"

As she dragged me off towards the huge facade of a fake mountain with angry
looking Norse Gods, I realised that our roles had just changed.  I suddenly
felt like the teenager, about to do something completely ridiculous,
knowing that I was about to be very much `on show' to the world, while
Chrissie had become the goading adult, pulling me towards it.  In truth, it
felt fantastic, risky and incredibly exciting.

We joined the queue and were surprised that it was relatively short but
Chrissie, who had never seen this ride before, suddenly had a reality
check.  We saw our first load of people coming off the ride and they
weren't wet.  No, they were SATURATED!  They were completely soaked
through.  Chrissie started to laugh uncontrollably.

"Oh my God, that is MAD!"  She squealed.

"So, do you want a cape now?"  I asked, giving her an exit.

Chrissie grinned and wiggled her eyebrows, "You don't get out of it that
easily Rach!  I wanna see you soaked!"

I laughed and reminded her that she would be as wet as me but she just
shrugged and laughed harder.  God, I loved this girl, she was completely
nuts!

As we snaked through the queue, I commented that the worst place to sit was
in the middle of the car.  At least at the front, you had some protection,
not loads but some.  Sure enough though, when we were shown to our seats,
we were slap bang in the middle.  This brought tears to Chrissie's eyes,
tears of joy at my obvious discomfort.  What had I unleashed in this girl?

Anyone who is reading this, having ridden Valhalla, will have a pretty good
image of our condition as we got off the ride.  For those less fortunate, I
will use a very recent analogy to give you the picture.  In 2014, there was
a very big trend for filming the `Ice Bucket Challenge'.  Imagine if you
will that Chrissie and I looked like we had just completed at least ten ice
bucket challenges each.  Every item of clothing, including our trainers,
socks and underwear could not have been any wetter.  Blasting us with
hosepipes for an hour couldn't have achieved a worse effect.

None of the riders in our car had worn capes and we were all similarly
soaked (Including those in the front seats).  There was incredulous
laughter from everyone as we disembarked from the, frankly excellent ride.
Nobody was looking at us at this stage and we were so concerned about being
so damned wet, we momentarily forgot about how revealing our tops would now
be.  As we walked out into the daylight, we were relieved to see that the
sun had come out again and we knew that we had a chance of drying a little
but, as we walked past the people queuing to get on the ride, we both
noticed the finger pointing, especially from groups of lads.  We looked at
each other and both had the decency to blush.  Our tops had gone, almost
completely transparent and those divine, budding breasts on Chrissie's
perfect little body were very noticeable.

"Shall we cover with the wet shirts or be proud?"  I whispered to my girl.

Chrissie flashed a smile, linked arms and dragged me, brazenly through the
crowd.  I had an instant thought of `Fuck it' and strode as confidently as
the 13 year old by my side, quickly learning to revel in the bulging eyes,
staring longingly at the two hot blondes.  I also ignored the sneering
girls, they were clearly jealous of our bodies or of the hot girl on my
arm.  To hell with them, I just squeezed my girlfriend's hand and strode
on, as proud as a girl could be.

After five minutes of walking through the fairground, Chrissie's confidence
was clearly beginning to wane.  Her initial bravado was clearly adrenaline
fuelled but the staring eyes and pointing fingers began to eat away at her
and a slightly less confident voice suggested, maybe we should go and sit
somewhere and have a drink, just while we dried off a bit.  I wasn't going
to make a big thing of it and, to be honest, I was getting a little bit
self conscious too.  I just agreed and said I was really thirsty and I
could see a seafront cafe, just ahead of where we were.  We opted to go
inside, rather than taking one of the terrace tables, both wanting to be a
little less visible for a while.  We sat by the window, still in the warmth
of the sunshine to try and dry our clothes a bit more.

As I sat on the chair, I felt my skirt and my panties squelch against my
bum.  I grimaced and saw the same reaction on Chrissie's face.  We laughed
at our discomfort but jumped a little as we were joined at our table by the
waiter.  We both continued to giggle and he smiled warmly at us.

"Been on Valhalla then?"  He asked, knowingly.

"Yeah!"  I said, calming myself a little and pushing my chest out a little,
"Probably not the best plan!"

Chrissie blushed slightly and slapped my arm, "Rach!" She exclaimed.

The waiter chuckled, "Doesn't look too bad an idea from here girls!  Can I
get you some drinks?"

Chrissie turned her head away but still didn't try to hide her chest from
our new admirer.  I ordered two hot chocolates and watched him as he turned
away.  I nudged Chrissie and pointed over at his nice bum, clad in tight
jeans, "Cute huh?"

"Very!" She replied simply and grinned.

As the guy was preparing our drinks, we both checked him out a little more.
He looked to be in his early twenties, was over six feet tall and his build
was pretty damned hot.  His chest filled his white t-shirt deliciously and
his upper arms looked solid without being over pumped.  In short, he looked
wonderful.  The final bonus came as he walked back to our table with the
drinks.  He stopped halfway, being asked something by the older couple, sat
on the other side of the cafe.  Both Chrissie and I spotted it at the same
time.  His thick tube of a cock was down his right leg and was either
chubbed up a little or he was fucking enormous.  I spun my head back to
face Chrissie and we both mouthed a `WOW' and fell again, into fits of
laughter.

We controlled our mirth as he arrived and thanked him for our drinks.  I
excused myself from the table and went to the bathroom, hoping that there
would be a warm air, hand dryer that we could use.  I was pleased to
discover one in there so I came out to ask if it was OK for us to dry off a
little with it.

I went up to the counter and, to his credit, the waiter managed to avoid
looking at my breasts as I spoke to him.  I asked if we could try to dry
off a little in the bathroom and he looked a little bashful as he searched
for his reply.

He spoke quietly, clearly not wanting to be overheard by the other
customers, "Well, err Miss ....."

"I'm Rachael!"  I interrupted, "And my friend is Chrissie!"

"OK, Rachael, pleased to meet you!  I'm Mike and ..... err ..... don't take
this the wrong way but .... you can use our drier in the back if you want!
We are closing in 15 minutes and I don't mind hanging about in the shop
while you get yourselves sorted!  There are towels you can wrap yourselves
in and I won't disturb you, I'm not like that!"

He was blushing madly now and I was touched by his genuineness.  "Awww
Mike, that is so sweet of you!  Thank you!  As long as you're sure that is
OK, I don't want to get you into trouble!"

Mike answered quickly, "It's no trouble!  You two are nice and you look
really uncomfortable....." He paused and grinned, "And, with you dripping
all over my floor, it looks like you have both wet yourself!"

I looked over to Chrissie who was staring out of the window and Mike was
right, there was a puddle under her chair.  I laughed, thanked him again
and went over to tell Chrissie, my mind already thinking of other
possibilities.  Was this the `random stranger'?  We could do a lot worse!
I decided to be direct with Chrissie!

"Do you wanna fuck the waiter?"

My timing could have been better.  Chrissie had her cup to her mouth as she
spoke and she had to spit the drink back into the cup as she heard my
question.  Through her coughing she asked if I was serious.

"Chrissie, his name is Mike, so it's fate!"

She looked confused, "What's so important about the name Mike?"

A broad and slightly evil smile crept onto my face, "Think about the Holly
story, in the sex shop!"  I paused, "Ashleigh's dad!"

Chrissie clunked her cup down and her gaze was drawn over to Mike, stood
behind the counter.  I could see her mind going through the story and
picturing this waiter in it.  She bit her lip as she looked back to me but
she had no words.

"Listen!"  I said, "He may not be interested but wouldn't you love to see
what is hiding in those jeans?"

Chrissie gave the smallest of nods but the nerves were clear through the
smile which quivered slightly.  I stroked her hand and reminded her that
she could call a halt at any time, this seemed enough to bring a more
confident smirk to her face.  I implored her to trust me like she had on
the previous evening and I stood and pulled her to her feet.  The other
couple had left the cafe so I knew it was OK for us to go and use the back
room.  As we approached the rear of the cafe, Mike pointed to the door
marked 'Private' and said there were towels on top of the drier which we
could use.  We both thanked him and made our way through.

Once in the back room, we quickly peeled off our soaked clothes, wrung them
out a little in the sink and threw them into the drier.  Chrissie reached
for one of the big fluffy towels but I stopped her.  I handed her a much
smaller towel and, to her credit, she understood what I was doing and
laughed as she dried herself a little with the much smaller one.  I took a
similar towel from the pile, dried my hair as much as possible and wrapped
it around me, tightly.

"Oh my God, Rachael!  Aren't these a bit short?"  Chrissie asked, trying to
stifle her voice and her chuckling.

She was still stood naked, rubbing her hair and I looked in the mirror.  To
be honest, I looked pretty hot.  The tops of my boobs were just visible,
pushed up a little by the tight towel and my bum was covered, just!  If I
bent over, there would be no secrets from anyone stood behind me so I was
decent, kind of!

I gave Chrissie a little kiss, "If you want to catch the fish, you have to
bait the hook!"

It was a bit of a grown-up analogy but she still got it quickly.  I helped
her to fix her towel similarly and couldn't resist a little grope of her
bum before I set to my next part of my hastily constructed plan.  I sat
Chrissie down on a low box on the floor, slightly sideways to the room but
for anyone sat opposite to her, there was a lovely view of a little bit of
that delicious bottom.  The act was that she was sat closer to the drier to
get a little warmth from it.  With Chrissie prepared, I opened the door
slightly and peered into the cafe.  It was still empty and Mike had pulled
down the main shutters, the only light coming from the front door which was
now displaying a 'Closed' sign.  I could see Mike, busy behind the bar with
his cleaning cloth so I stepped into the main room and padded up to him.

"Hi Mike!"

He turned and was a little startled to see my attire and he inadvertently
puffed out his cheeks.  I decided to get my words out quickly but noticed
that his reserve for not staring at me had gone now.

"Thanks again for your help but I was wondering if we could be cheeky and
ask for another hot chocolate each.  It's a bit chilly back there!  Also,
maybe you could come and join us?  We feel a bit awkward sat on our own in
the back of a shop!"

Mike's voice cracked a little as he found his voice and his eyes settled
firmly on mine, "Errr .... Yeah, sure, thanks!  I mean ......" He smiled
and exhaled slowly, "I mean, I will happily make all three of us a drink
and join you.  I offered to stay out of the way as a favour. I didn't want
to be some kind of weirdo!"

I thanked him again, went onto tip-toes and gave him a little kiss, just on
the edge of his lips.  As I came down from it, my eyes caught another
fleeting glimpse of the bulge down his leg and I was sure it had grown
again.  I had to have it, and soon!  I gave him my sweetest and most
appreciative smile and went back to Chrissie.  I gave her a few
instructions and I positioned myself on the small, two-seater settee and
crossed my legs.  Chrissie confirmed that I was showing a similar amount of
bum to her and Mike was sure to see both as he entered the room.  Chrissie
was clearly having another bout of nerves but she told me to shut up when I
asked if she wanted to stop.  That was enough for me!

At this point, let me make something very clear.  I am NOT a slut!!!  As I
read back, I can see that I have written about Chrissie's nerves but not my
own but that is simply because, this is her story.  I was as anxious as
hell because I had never done this kind of thing with a random stranger but
I am a very determined person.  Anybody who knows me away from this site
will remark on how true that statement is and once I have set my mind on
something, I am very single minded about achieving my goal.  Today was no
different but that didn't mean that my stomach wasn't turning more now than
when we went on the 'Big One'.  The only difference now though, the Big One
I was currently thinking about was in Mike's trousers and I was salivating
at the thought of it.

It was only a few minutes before he entered with a tray of drinks and I am
sure he didn't plan it, but he let out an audible 'wow' as he caught sight
of the two blondes sat in his secret room.  He realised his faux-pas and
said, "There WERE bigger towels there!  Not that I am complaining!"  He
finished with a nervous giggle, not really fitting a young man of his looks
and physique.

He held the tray out to Chrissie, then me and finally took a cup for
himself, put the tray on a small table and sat next to me.  The
conversation was not forthcoming so I jumped in.

"So Mike, how often do damsels in distress come asking for your tumble
drier?"

He looked relieved that I had made a light-hearted comment, "Not often
actually!  In fact, you are the first but if I thought I would only get
pretty girls like you in here, I might advertise!"

We all laughed and that was Chrissie's clue to move slightly and she did,
very naturally.  Obviously, I spotted it straight away but it took a few
moments for Mike to realise that the teen sat opposite him had opened her
legs slightly and the two of us had a perfect view of her smooth, naked
pussy.

His conversation suddenly became laboured and a little stilted and I looked
at his eyes, desperately trying not to look down at her treasure.  I looked
down to his trouser leg and I could see him growing again in those tight
jeans.  I let the room fall silent and I turned towards him, lifting one
leg onto the settee, fully revealing my own sex.

"Do you think her pussy is prettier than mine?"

Mike's face looked stunned as he snapped out of the trance which Chrissie's
pussy had held him in, only to glance down at mine and be stunned into
silence again.  I didn't want him to speak so I placed my hand on his knee
and slid it up slowly.

"I think someone else is pleased to see us!" I said in a whisper as my hand
made contact with the rock hard tool, residing under denim.  "Oh wow, that
feels nice!" (Understatement of the year! It felt divine!)

Mike nodded his head, clearly the touch felt nice too but the time had gone
for small-talk so I stood up and let my towel drop.  I sensed Chrissie
standing up as well and I heard her towel crumple to the floor.  She
stepped up closer to me and placed a hand on my belly from behind and
smoothly moved it up to cup my breast.  Mike gasped at the sight but seemed
riveted to his seat.

"Why don't you join us, naked?"  Chrissie offered, more confidently and
seductively than I could have ever hoped for and Mike stood instantly.  The
bulge was bigger than we had seen in the cafe and I think we were both
drooling as he quickly undid the buttons and dropped his pants to the
floor.  As he stood up, his magnificent cock jutted straight out from his
body and it was the biggest I have ever seen in the flesh.

(OK, let's stop here!  Just for a second.  I am not a fan of literature
where the cocks and boobs are enormous but this guy had the perfect dick,
plain and simple!  I do not add a monster dick for dramatic effect. I add
it because it was there.  On with the story.....)

It was nearly as wide as a can of coke and it stood out about eight inches
from his toned, scrummy body.  Both of us gasped and stared as he removed
his shirt and almost on autopilot, I dropped to my knees.  I didn't care
what Chrissie wanted to do at that moment, I just knew I had to lick, suck
and worship this tool, so I did.  No sooner than it was in front of me, I
stretched my mouth wide and engulfed the head, slurping noisily.  There was
no way that I could deep-throat this beast but the satisfied groans from
Mike were enough encouragement to continue. I had both hands on his meat,
stroking, but as hard as I tried, my fingers wouldn't meet around his
girth.  My pussy was already screaming at me to take him inside and I could
feel the masses of moisture building in there already.

As I continued to give him the best blow job I could manage, I felt
Chrissie to the right of me, pressed tightly against Mike.  I glanced up to
see them kissing as Mike squeezed her little tits firmly with one hand but
she was rocking against me and squeaking slightly.  I released his cock
from my mouth and looked behind Chrissie to see her bum lifted high and
Mike was vigorously finger-fucking her with two of his big fingers.  I
returned to the perfect penis before me and as I replaced my mouth and both
hands on it, Chrissie slid her hand beneath and took his big balls in it
and teased and rolled them in their sac.  Our joint noises were soon louder
than the drier, Mike with his grunts of pleasure, me with my occasional
gagging and unladylike slurping and then Chrissie with her squeals of joy
as Mike's fingers stretched her pussy as wide as possible.  This monster
cock was going into that teen cunt very soon and nothing was going to
change that but I wanted to be selfish.  I wanted it first and I wanted it
right now!

I gave his cock a final lick from balls to tip and stood up.  Mike
instantly pulled me close to him, broke his kiss with Chrissie and clamped
his mouth to mine.  It was masterful, sexy and quite overwhelming.  I had
thought I was in control but this gorgeous man held the two young women
like they were his and his alone.  I was melting into our tongue battle but
the screams of desire from my pussy were still stronger.  I broke the kiss,
panting for breath a little and looked into his lustful eyes.

My voice broke a little with my need to ride him, "Lie on the floor, I need
to ride you!  And I think Chrissie should ride your face!"

He couldn't have been on the floor quicker if he had been shot!  Similarly,
Chrissie was quick to squat over his face, facing towards his massive dick.
As she lowered herself towards his tongue, she instinctively fell forward
and took the head of his cock into her mouth and began to suck.  Mike
groaned into her hot hole and the vision was spectacular, this tiny, milky
skinned beauty straddling this Adonis of a man who made her look even
smaller as his massive tool stretched her mouth wide.

However good it looked, I couldn't let it continue.  My pussy was aching to
be filled so I shooed Chrissie and made her sit up.  She did so reluctantly
but the moving obviously triggered a new feeling below and she started to
gyrate on Mike's face. Her own face was one of complete satisfaction and
happiness, completely consumed by passion and feelings that, just twenty
four hours ago, she could have only imagined.

I looked down at my prize, standing long, straight and incredibly wide.  I
touched myself and was somewhat alarmed at how ridiculously wet I was.  Had
I EVER been this horny before?  I knelt astride his thighs and rubbed
myself against his hardness and in this position, it nearly reached my
belly button.  I stroked him some more but the time of waiting and foreplay
was over.  I lifted myself on one leg and slide the beast beneath me,
wetting the head on my pussy lips and that little touch was setting my
nerves on fire.  I spread the moisture around the head and the first few
inches and then let my weight stretch my lips around the big mushroom
beneath me.  As I felt myself go wider than ever before, Chrissie moved
closer and helped to support me, whispering hot, sexy words into my ear as
her fingers teased and pinched my nipples, adding to the delirium in my
head.

As the first few inches slid into me, I was gasping at the invasion.  The
taut skin was stinging a little but the sense of fullness was mind-blowing
and I began a little, gentle bounce on him, allowing a tiny amount more
into me each time.  Chrissie pulled my face into a kiss as she continued to
squirm on Mike's expert tongue and moved a hand to my clitty. My body was
in complete overload and the first touch of her teen fingertips triggered
an epic climax and the extra surge of my juices added a whole new
dimension.  The stinging vanished and the extra lubrication meant that I
slid down onto him fully.  The pain now went deep inside as his massive
prick was squashing against my cervix but I didn't care.  I had taken his
whole manhood and now I wanted to fuck, not make love, just pure fucking.
Chrissie seemed to sense this, either by female intuition or something else
but she lifted off Mike in a flash and ordered him into position.

"Well, she managed to take all of you so it's about time you did some
work!"  She paused and remembered her manners, "Lovely tongue work by the
way!"  She kissed him and moved out of the way.

I was rocking softly on the telegraph pole inside me and Mike gently
caressed my chest for a moment and then pulled me down to him.  We kissed
softly as he rolled us over onto my back.  I barely noticed the move
because I was still trembling from coming but I looked up into his eyes as
he slowly withdrew half of his cock and then I groaned from pleasure and of
relief that it was finally going to happen.

As lovers go, he was the most gentle I have ever had which was a blessing,
considering the pain I could have suffered if he had just started banging
away.  Instead, he withdrew about half his length and slid it back in, so
slowly, it was softly grazing my clit which was still as hard as a rock and
the tremors of my climax began to rise again.  I was breathless and was
struggling to even moan as he continued the torturously slow rhythm,
kissing my neck and stroking my breasts at the same time.  I could have
died right there and been happy but, by God, I was happy I didn't because
the best was still to come.

After a minute or two, any real pain had diminished and I was left with an
indescribable sense of being totally dominated by the rod which impaled me.
The joy I felt might have something to do with the fact that I do enjoy a
little domination, both ways, but at that moment, I belonged to Mike,
completely.  He clearly sensed that I was comfortable by the purrs which
were finally coming from me and the fact that I was now caressing his chest
too.  His firm muscles felt perfect under my fingers and when I pinched his
nipples, he smiled and lifted himself up on his strong arms.  The proper
fucking was about to begin.

His stroke instantly became longer and I groaned, "Oh Mike, you feel
fucking awesome!  Please don't stop!"

This was his signal to speed up and I threw my head back and gritting my
teeth.  His cock was bashing my insides but it felt too good.  My purrs and
groans turned to loud squeals and yelps but I kept adding words of
encouragement and he kept up the pace.  I jumped as Chrissie lay beside me
and snaked her hand down to my clit.  I had completely forgotten about her
but, through my pleasure, I knew that this cock would be agony for her if I
didn't help to prepare her some more.  I quickly focussed on moving her so
she was lay on her side, head on my belly but her body running away from me
so my left hand could reach her tiny bum.  Mike continued to thrust, harder
and harder, Chrissie stared at the punishing that my cunt was receiving, a
mixture of shock and awe on her pretty face while my hand sought out her
sweet, wet hole.

It was hard to focus on my teen lover with my own orgasm refusing to die
but I decided to be rougher than normal.  I slid three fingers straight
into her and began a brisk fucking.  Her hole was tight on those fingers so
I twisted as I pushed, causing her to whimper a little but she spread her
legs wide and met each push with one of her own.  I then bunched all of my
fingers with my thumb and pushed hard.  She yelped and pulled away.

"Chrissie!"  I said through my yelps, "If you want this, FUCKING AWESOME
cock in you, I gotta help you!  Do you want it?"

She didn't say a word.  Chrissie pushed back, long and hard on my hand and
her skin became super tight and I slowly felt her hot folds of flesh
envelop my knuckles.  I held there, feeling her breathing heavily, flexing
her vagina muscles.  It was hard to keep still as my own, small frame had
Mike pounding against me so the effect was a short but quick pumping of my
hand inside her.  She then surprised me further by pushing back again and
my hand went in completely.  I've never done that to a girl before but it
felt incredible as I massaged her inside and then pulled myself out again,
making more of a fist as I popped out.  I immediately pushed back in,
making my hand bigger again but this time, she was much more relaxed and I
was properly `fisting' this thirteen year old pussy and she was loving it.

A photograph of the scene in that dimly lit room would sell for a fortune.
The little twenty-one year old, lay on her back and being fucked hard by
the six foot hunk and his eight inch beast of a cock, while her tiny fist
was firmly fucking the even tinier thirteen year old who was caressing the
older girl's clit and watching in awe as the massive prick disappeared into
the tiny hole.  But there were no photographers, just three horny people
having the most amazing, animal sex.

To say my climax was building would be a lie.  It had never gone, but it
was peaking again and I began to lose control of my own body.  My fist was
still deep inside Chrissie and her hips were gyrating around it but I felt
like a rag doll as I looked up into the handsome, but sweaty face of Mike
as he ploughed into me.  It was exquisite but I truly couldn't take any
more, it was too much, too soon for such a huge piece of meat inside me and
I managed to get my right hand to Mike's bum and slow him down.  To his
credit, he got the message and stopped his thrusting and slid fully into me
as he brought his lips to mine.  Through the panting, we kissed
passionately as I finally pulled my hand from Chrissie.

As our kiss broke, I looked into his eyes, "That was incredible!"  I
whispered, breathlessly, "We have to do that again sometime!"

Mike smiled and nodded and then glanced at Chrissie.  His eyes came back to
mine with a wordless question.

"Be gentle with her!"  was all I needed to say.

Mike pulled his iron hard cock from me and I had a horrible, vacant
sensation.  I moaned my displeasure of releasing him but immediately turned
my focus to Chrissie.  I made her sit on the small settee, her bum on the
edge and Mike moved, on his knees towards her.  He started to rub his cock
against her wet lips as Chrissie threw her head back, already panting at
the anticipation.  I moved to grab a condom from my bag, realising that I
had been stupid for not insisting on one, but when I returned, Chrissie
lifted her head and shooed it away.

"I want him to come inside me!"  She said confidently.

Even Mike looked a little concerned at that but Chrissie cut him off
quickly with the fact she was on the pill.  I started to protest but she
put a finger to my lips, "I want this Rach, let me!"

The matter was closed and I moved to sit next to Chrissie and we both
watched as Mike held his rigid tool tightly and started in earnest to rub
and tease her pussy lips.  I caressed Chrissie's chest and watched in awe
as her lips started to stretch around the beast.  I knew that my hand had
opened her up and I expected a yelp or tears but none came.  Mike slid
slowly, gracefully into her and although I sensed discomfort for the last
few inches, their bodies were soon touching, his cock buried firmly inside
the teen.  Chrissie's eyes were wide, her mouth in a fixed `O' and they
held stock still.  Chrissie moved her hand between them, feeling her taut
skin and the hot, throbbing prick which filled her so well.

Mike leant in for a kiss, "I'll go slowly!"

Chrissie nodded and quivered slightly as Mike withdrew just a few inches
and slid back in to test the water.  A barely audible purr gave him the
green light and he withdrew slightly more with each of his subsequent
strokes.  The quiver turned into a tremble, not of fear but of pure,
adrenaline fuelled joy.  Chrissie had fucked Jack last night, his
deliciously perfect cock taking her virginity but now, she was proving that
she was a woman, being fucked by this stranger and his Leviathan of a penis
and as the strokes became longer, she fell into my arms for support but
still managed to stroke Mike's chest.  She kept asking for more, telling
Mike not to stop but the grimace of her face told the room that the pain
was possibly beginning to overtake the pleasure.  I licked my fingers and
took control of her little clit and Mike moved to shorter and faster
thrusts.  This relaxed Chrissie's painful expression and her breaths became
shorter and faster.  I desperately wanted them to orgasm at the same time
and I felt pride when my girlfriend and Mike's crescendos built up
together.  In perfect harmony, Mike roared as Chrissie screamed her climax
to the world and I looked to see Mike's cock pulsing and throbbing wildly
as he unleashed his seed, deep inside Chrissie, finally collapsing on top
of the diminutive, sexy thing before him.

The smell of sex was strong in the room but the soft panting spoke volumes.
Chrissie giggled and all eyes turned to her.

"That was ...... FUCKING gorgeous!  But ..... I can't breathe!!!"

Mike lifted from her, apologising and was about to pull from her but I
stopped him.  I pulled my phone from my bag and turned on the video camera
and moved close to Chrissie's pussy.  Mike's cock was still 90% hard and I
told him to pull out slowly as I filmed.  His tool was slick with their
combined juices and Chrissie's lips seemed reluctant to release her prize
as he moved further back.  His length seemed exaggerated as it pulled from
her tiny frame but when he finally pulled out completely, Chrissie's hole
gaped open, seemingly unable to close again, almost as if it was yearning
to remain filled.  I moved the camera closer, her glistening flesh filling
the lens and then the creamy white flow of her first load of spunk began.
The copious amounts of thick cream came from her teen vagina and started
its journey towards the crack of her bum.  If I hadn't been so damned
exhausted and If Chrissie looked like she had anything resembling energy, I
may have lapped away at the flow but, now was not the time.  Chrissie
confirmed that for me.

"Maybe, if we come up to your caravan, Mike would join us sometime?"  She
asked softly.

Mike's eyes went wide and he dropped a bombshell of his own, "That would be
brilliant, and if you wanted, I could bring some friends, male and female!"

"An orgy at our caravan?"  I asked in a fake, angry voice.  I then lost my
ability to keep a straight face, "Sounds good to me!"

We stayed sat on the settee and Mike sat cross-legged on the floor.  We
remained naked and chatted for another twenty minutes.  Considering that we
had just been fucking, the conversation was really relaxed and was about
everything but sex.  We still kept looking at Mike's lovely cock which,
even when soft, was as long as Jack's and thicker.  It really was a
beautiful specimen.  When it was finally time to get dressed, we had a
group hug and kiss.  Mike's roaming hands nearly turned it into another sex
session but both of us had very sore pussies and it would not have been a
good idea.  We did give him a few more sucks on his cock as a thank you but
then we got dressed.  Our clothes had dried well and when we left the cafe,
we looked as good as when we had arrived in Blackpool and we both knew that
we would be back.  Mike had become like a drug and we were both, instantly
addicted.  Walking was a little uncomfortable for us and when Chrissie
stated that she would take a month to get back to normal, I was giggling
like a schoolgirl again.

We found my car and set off back to Manchester.  After a few miles,
Chrissie was sound asleep and I gently stroked the flawless skin of her
leg.  My mind wandered through the events of this weekend and the jury of
my subconscious came to their verdict.  This had been the best weekend of
my life.  I had no idea that the fun had only just begun.

End of Part 5

Author's Note ......  There will be a little pause in writing for a short
while as my personal life has changed a little (single) and my other
extracurricular activity of helping teens with personal issues online is
keeping me very busy and my newest friend (She knows who she is!) is taking
a pleasurable amount of my focus.  I am still working on Chrissie but there
will be a bit of a longer gap to Chapter 6.  PLEASE keep writing to me, I
check my mail religiously and I will always reply.  Your emails are my
inspiration and indeed, MM was Mike in this chapter!  Yes, his cock IS that
big!!!  I hope he is a happy fan now that a chapter has been written with
him in it!!!

Rachael ... June 2015 x

Finally, a message out to TJ, please get in touch, too much was left
unfinished in our chats.