Chapter 8: Missy Takes Charge

After a few minutes, Cris caught his breath. He reached down and slipped the elastic of his shorts back out, covering up his softening member.

Missy stood up and took both Cris and Michelle by the hand, pulling them up.

“Come on. Let’s go up to my room. I’m not done yet.” She smiled as she lead them toward the stairs and up to her bedroom. She stopped next to the bed and turned, pulling Cris down for a kiss. He could taste the faint saltiness that lingered on her lips from sucking and swallowing his cum. He kissed her deeply and passionately for a couple minutes, as she stood before him, still holding Michelle’s hand.

Missy broke the kiss and sat back on the bed, pulling her shirt off over her head as she did so, exposing her perfectly shaped breasts. She motioned toward her nipples and pointed at Cris. “Right here is where your mouth goes.”

Cris wasted no time in joining her on the bed and sucking a nipple into his mouth, causing her to gasp. She put this hand on her stomach and pushed it downward. He let his hand drift over her shorts and rubbed her center thru them. Another gasp.

“I want you to lick me.” She said to Cris. “Lick me until I cum. Chelle already got her pussy licked, so now it’s my turn.”

“Yeah, but I don’t really remember what it felt like,” Michelle pouted, her bottom lip poking out.

“Maybe I’ll let him lick you when he’s done with me, if I’m feeling generous.” Missy said. “In the meantime, you can come here and suck my titties.”

“What? No! I’m not gay!” Michelle stammered.

“I didn’t say eat me. That’s Cris’s job. But it won’t hurt you to suck a titty. You can pretend it’s a mini-dick and you’re practicing. Now get on the bed.” Missy commanded.

Michelle dutifully obeyed, climbing onto the bed and moving straight to Missy’s left breast as Missy lay on her back. Cris kissed his way down across her flat stomach and toward the waistband of her shorts.

Missy lifted her hips as Cris tugged on the waistband of her shorts, and he slid them down and off, dropping them on the floor by the bed. Given what had already happened, he wasn’t really surprised to see that she didn’t have any panties on. He was realizing that Missy had engineered this day’s events carefully and methodically. He didn’t mind, tho, as it seemed to be turning out very well for him.

He eased one hand down and caressed her lips, not missing the fact that he was the first guy to touch her there. Missy let out a small moan as his fingers moved over her and discovered she was very wet. He parted her outer lips and slid his tongue between them, feeling her hymen guarding the opening beneath and tasting her sweet juices. He began licking slowly up and down her slit, careful not to penetrate her. He felt her hand on his, gripping his fingers and pulling them away from her opening, while her other hand went to the back of his head, gently pulling him toward her.

Cris licked up her slit repeatedly, rolling his tongue across her clit each time. He could feel her breathing getting faster and see her stomach beginning to heave as her first orgasm rushed to escape her body. Missy’s hands now gripped his head, applying more pressure as her excitement grew. As she approached her peak, Cris licked upward and then sucked on her clit, wrapping his tongue around it and pulling. Over the edge Missy went, crying out as her body clenched and spasmed in orgasmic bliss. Cris continued to lick and suck her clit, prolonging her tremors until she slowly came down and relaxed on the bed, dropping her hands to her sides, sweating and panting.

Cris could have moved up and fucked her right then and she would have been powerless to stop him, but he cared far too much to do that to her. Instead he moved up and lay his head on her chest. Michelle had let go of Missy’s nipple and rested on the other side of her, facing Cris and close enough to kiss him. Missy raised her arms and hugged them close.

“I love you two! That was so awesome! I need a drink. Cris, go grab us a bottle of water from the fridge.”

Cris got up and headed downstairs.

Missy sat up and addressed Michelle when Cris was out of the room.

“Lay on your back and take your shorts off. Panties, too.” Michelle just looked at her quizzically, and Missy scolded her, “Hurry up, before he gets back. I told you I’d let him do you when I was done. I want to see the look on his face when he was in and sees you naked and waiting for him.”. As she finished, Missy grabbed her shorts from the floor and slipped them back on, raising her hips to pull them up. They could hear Cris coming back up the stairs as Michelle took her shorts and panties off and lay back on the bed with her legs off the side.

Cris walked in with the water. “Here ya ... Oh! Wow.” He finished as he caught sight of Michelle. “Wasn’t expecting that!”

He smiled and addressed Missy, “I’m guessing you want her to have what you just got?”

“For starters,” Missy said, waving her hand toward Michelle. Cris handed her the water bottle and knelt by the side of the bed, lowering his head to Michelle’s crotch.

“What do you mean, for staaaaaaaah” Michelle trailed off into a moan as Cris sucked on her clit. Missy leaned over and began massaging and twisting Michelle’s nipples through her shirt, bringing more moans. It didn’t take much of the two of them playing her body like a guitar for Michelle to disintegrate into a powerful orgasm. Like before, Cris drew it out of her and let her down slowly before giving her a final lick and sitting up.

As Michelle lay on the bed, chest heaving, Missy reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled something out, closing her hand around it.

“The original premise of you coming here today was to take her virginity, so what do you say we get to it?”. Missy grinned as she stuck her hand out toward him, and he saw what she had taken out of the drawer was a Trojan Magnum condom. Cris looked at Missy, shocked.

Michelle stirred from her post-orgasmic stupor, “Way?, wha? No!” Trying to raise up now, but Missy put a hand on her chest and pushed her back down before speaking forcefully, “Remember this afternoon? You’ll do what I say!”

Michelle’s face contorted, and Cris saw she was fighting back tears as she meekly replied, “ok.”

‘Wow!’, Cris thought, ‘Missy must have some serious dirt on her!’

“Missy,” he said, “I can’t do that if she doesn’t want to. I mean, licking her is one thing, but this...” He trailed off, a worried look on his face.

“Oh, she wants it. Don’t you, SHELLY?” Missy said, emphasizing the name. Cris had never heard Michelle called Shelly before, and it only added to the mystery.

“Yes!” Michelle looked at him with a smile, trying her best to be brave. “I want you!” She reached out with one hand and pulled Cris to her, kissing him. As he broke the kiss, he followed her jaw line and nibbled her earlobe before quietly whispering, where Missy couldn’t hear, “You sure about this? I’ll stop if you’re not.” He continued kissing her, trailing down the side of her neck. Michelle guided him to her breasts.

“Yes, Baby! Yes! Keep going!”

Cris realized she was answering him. Whatever Missy had on her, Michelle was willing to go to great lengths to keep it hidden. Cris moved lower and began licking her pussy again, quickly rekindling her excitement. In what seemed like a really short time, Michelle was cumming again, thrashing on the bed and moaning loudly as several continuous orgasms washed over her. Her legs were still hanging over the side of the bed, bent at the knees. Cris was kneeling on the floor in front of her, and now stood and pushed his shorts down and off, exposing his considerable cock, now rock hard, before kneeling before her again. He looked for the condom, which he had laid on the bed when he began to kiss Michelle earlier.

Missy picked it up and tore the package open before handing it to him. Michelle watched him as he took the condom out of the package and unrolled it over his cock. Even the Magnum was a tight fit on him.

He pulled Michelle to the edge of the bed and put her feet on his shoulders before guiding his cock to her opening. He rubbed the condom covered head up and down her slit, coating it with her juices, before lining it up with her tunnel and pressing against her hymen.

“Are you sure?”. He looked down at Michelle, locking eyes with her and intentionally putting Missy out of the picture.

Michelle swallowed hard.

“Yes. I’m ready!”

Cris straightened up then. Missy leaned forward, looking at his cock pressing against Michelle’s slit and slowly stroked him with one hand.

She looked up at Cris. “Ok. You can take her now. I want to watch the look on her face as you enter her! I mean, we’re identical, so it’s like I’m watching myself, and how many girls get to watch themselves lose their virginity?” She smiled as she finished speaking and looked down at Michelle.

“Love you, Boo!”. She mouthed a kiss, which Michelle returned. “Love you, too! Even tho this is gonna hurt!”. She smiled and looked at Cris, “It’s ok, though. I know you won’t hurt me intentionally. You can go ahead now.”. Michelle lay her head back and bit her bottom lip, breathing deeply.

Cris pressed his hips forward, pushing against Michelle, but his cock was too large. He pushed harder, pulling against her hips, but still couldn’t enter her. The pressure began to push her farther up the bed, even as he tried to hold her hips.

“Uuunnnggg” Michelle moaned with the pressure each time Cris tried to enter her. After several attempts, the end of the condom had been stretched tightly against him. He eased it off slightly and tried again, but the results were the same.

“It’s not going to work with the condom.” Cris said.

“So let’s take it off,” Missy chimed in.

“NO!” Michelle said quickly. “I’ll get pregnant!”

“No, you won’t, silly,” Missy said. “Once he gets past the initial hurdle, he can put on a new one to finish. I have a whole box of them,” Missy said and smiled.

“Well ... ok. But you have to be sure he takes care of me,” Michelle replied, looking at Missy.

“You know I will!”. She turned to Cris, “You heard her. Take it off. It’ll be easier to get inside, and I’ll get you a new one after.”

“Ok.” ‘I can’t believe she’s even thinking about letting me bareback her!’ Cris thought as he rolled the condom off and dropped it on the floor.

He could feel Michelle’s heat much more as he rubbed his cock on her slit and lined up at her opening again. He could even feel her outer lips against his shaft, in contrast to the condom. He looked down at Michelle, and she nodded again. “I’m ready,” she whispered.